Nooobs!

Friday night I stopped by my vets office to get the AOK and to drop off a towel that our kitties had been sitting on all week (so that the new boys could get used to their smells); and picked-up two towels from the vets that the boys had been laying on (so that our gang could get a start on the new smells). The boys are fine and were given the OK to come home.

The girls did their smell tests and they seemed fine (by the time we went to bed they weren't even bothering with it anymore).

Murphy and Spazz were a different story (especially Spazz). Murphy went up to the towel, sniffed it (with the open mouth sniff) and walked away. Spazz...he went over to the towel, sniffed it, then projectile vomitted 3 times. (I took that as a bad sign).

After cleaning up that mess, I called my Shark-boy to see if he could help us with the move on Saturday morning -- he said no problem.

Saturday morning Shark-boy came over at around 11:00 am and we got the show on the road. We got the vet and got the boys loaded up (and I got some picture of my boy Joey -- story and pictures later) and headed home.

It was a beautiful day on Saturday, so we had the windows and doors open (airing out the house). When we got home and loaded the boys out, Smoochy-Romeo went in the house no problem (took off out of the carrier and searched the house, no problem; plopped himself down on the couch and took a nap).

Tanka-Tonk: well, he went in the house, headed straight for the bathroom (someone left the door open) and attempted to hide himself behind our toilet (big kitty, little space). The Pocket Ferengei fished him out from behind the toilet, and Tanka-Tonk proceeded to go and hide under the single chair we have in the living room. (After fishing him out from under there 6 or 7 times, we just let him be).

By the end of the night (after we closed all the windows) Tanka-Tonk showed his trueself...what a love boy. He started looking around the living room and kitchen, went to the big litter box we got for him, and ate some dinner. Then he came over to the PF and I and he flung himself on us for some loving. (Apparently he's a big scaredy cat, he doesn't like loud noises (or wind for that matter), so it looks like we have to keep the windows shut (wherever he is) so he doesn't freak out so much).

Sunday, Bubba came by for dinner and a movie and got her fill of the newboys. (She mentioned something about having Smoochy stop by their house for "awhile"...hehehehe).

So, now we are at day 2 for the newbies. And we are starting the integration of the household. We got home from work and I opened the bedroom so that the girls and guys could get "used" to each other. (Right now Tanka-Tonk is laying on the couch getting some lovin' from the PF and me; Smoochy-Romeo is either in the bedroom (probably staring at Chocolate Moose -- that's the first thing he saw yesterday when he snuck into the bedroom; and he was fascinated with the guinea pig (it's like he's never seen one before, just sat there watching him); Moose didn't do anything (like he normally does).

Here are a couple of pictures of the boys:

Smoochy-Romeo:


and Tanka-Tonk:


Well, I gotta make dinner for the PF. More later, Boo-Boo.

Happy Caturday!

[This was a neat one I think I found on Fark. Wish us luck, we are bringing home the two big boys today.]

More (with hopefully pictures) later, Booboo

Things You DO NOT Want To See Outside Your House When You Get Home From Work.

So last night as we pull onto the road that goes to our house (we live at the end of a one-way street), sitting in front of our house were a cop car and 2 fire trucks. These are things you do not want to see sitting in front of your house--EVER.

Good thing: They weren't for us.

Bad thing: The clowns almost burned their house down. (Cue caliope music). Apparently mother and sister clown are cooking dinners for the homebound/incapacipated people in their church (kudos for them). So mother and sister clown loaded up the car and left to deliver food. Sister clown left the stovetop "on" with a pan of grease on top. Naturally, these things tend to go "flame on" when left alone.

Really bad thing: Brother clown was in the front room with two other children, all watching TV. Apparently the smoke wasn't enough to budge them.

Mother clown gets back from the delivery, goes into the house, went towards the kitchen, saw the flame and smoke and screamed at everybody to get out. [Brother clown actually asked her why...mother clown was incredulous when she was telling me this.]

Good thing: They only lost the stove. They have some smoke damage (they were sitting outside with the doors and windows open when I came back from the store).

I don't make this stuff up; I can't in my wildest dreams even fathom it.

Aaagh; the future's not looking to bright anymore.

More later (hopefully nothing like this); Booboo!

So, Yes, I Am A Sucker.

Last night I made a simple request to the Pocket Ferengei, "Stop at the vet's office so we can pick-up some more dry food for the kitties".

Simple enough, right? Absofrigginlutely not.

Almost as soon as I walked into the office, Kat (one of the assistants) said "I came in this morning and found a kitty carrier stuffed with two, big kitty cats. Want to see them?" Someone left them out in front of the vets office (don't know when becase they close at 2:00 pm on Saturday and nobody comes back to the office until Monday at 8:30 am). No note, nothing.

So, the sucker that I am, went into the back to see the boys. They are big boys. I mean BIG boys. I've got a picture on here somewhere of Phoebe (our resident fat girl) and these boys are bigger than her. I mean, the one is big (structurally) but the other guy is just a big fat fella (all grey).

We had a kitty boy a few years ago almost as big (Bear); and he was such a sweeheart.

So Kat kept telling me how bad she felt for them, and how she can't take anymore (you think I'm bad, she's got 8 indoor and 20 outdoor kitties); the Doc already has three resident kitties (one is my cute little baby boy Joey; I've got to get a picture of him for on here) so she can't keep them.

So, I called the PF in to take a look. The one I was holding (a white/orange tabby) was purring so loud and rubbing all on me. I handed him over to the PF and the kitty boy did the same thing. It was funny seeing the PF hold this massive kittycat (cause he is my POCKET Ferengei for a reason-little bitty guy).

So we hemmed and hawed about it. And we'll be picking the boys up on Saturday.

Wish us luck.

More (photos) later; Booboo.

Follow-up To The Wedding Post

Heh, I don't know if its me; but I think it's 'tacky' posting a note on the bride's Facebook that say:

(1) "Awesome time last night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (this was posted on Sunday evening (5:00 pm-ish); and

(2) "had fun lastnight! hope you guys have a great time in vegas and win lots of money!!!! =)" (12:30 am this morning).

As for the first one, very tacky (since I do believe that he was one of the guys that jumped into the fight); and the second one, well let's hope that the bride and groom do "win lots of money" to pay for the damage to the hall.

Right now, my 'earwig' for today is:


"Willy Wonka:
Hold your breath
Make a wish
Count to three

Come with me
And you'll be
In a world of
Pure imagination
Take a look
And you'll see
Into your imagination

We'll begin
With a spin
Traveling in
The world of my creation
What we'll see
Will defy
Explanation

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanta change the world?
There's nothing
To it

There is no
Life I know
To compare with
Pure imagination
Living there
You'll be free
If you truly wish to be

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanta change the world?
There's nothing
To it

There is no
Life I know
To compare with
Pure imagination
Living there
You'll be free
If you truly
Wish to be"

(It could be a worse song, but I think it's appropriate for the weekend that just went by.)

More later; Booboo!

A Wedding To Remember

So, it's been a while since I've last blogged. I'm really a boring person (and this blog has shown me that), the movies that we've been getting lately have been really crappy, and it's kind of hard to keep coming up with new and exciting ways to say the movie was a turd. So that's the reason for no blogging.

Well, today changed that.

The Pocket Ferengei and I went to his friend Krueger's wedding to his girlfriend Burns (which is funny in itself when you know that the reboot of the whole "Nightmare On Elm Street" franchise is openning next Friday...but I digress).

Weddings are funny "animals" in themsleves. You have to be sure that the people who are coming are the right mix of people (not the people themselves per se, but the personalities). Some of the time it's a family juggling act you have to do (oh this Aunt can't be seated by that Uncle for some stupid reason); sometimes its friends (will my biker friends get along with his car buddies?). There are a whole bunch of reasons.

People aren't the only thing you have to worry about at weddings, sometimes it's the whole "open bar" thing; other times its the whole "open bar, loose/slutty girlfriends with bad tempered boyfriends" thing.

Tonight's wedding was, sorry to say, the latter.

The bride looked absolutely gorgeous (and she didn't make her bridesmaids feel inferior by wearing goofy wedding dresses, they all looked very lovely); and the groom and his groomsmen (who were all her big brothers by the way) looked handsome. The food was very delicious; and the alcohol was flowing freely. I am not much of a drinker, I actually don't like it (most of the time it's the taste; but mainly because of family history -- my Dad-o was an alcoholic. Those memories of him haven't gone away) but tonight I partook in some: I had 2 Irish Coffees and 2 White Russians...and they didn't skimp on the alcohol either. I had a nice buzz going.

By the end of the night the bride was so smashed she passed out in the privacy room they had set aside for the wedding party. (It's her wedding, she can do whatever she wants.)

The other people, now they have to take responsibility for their own actions.

At this wedding, you could actually see the lines drawn. Her family, her friends, his friends. (His family was very small; and on a personal aside: the other odd thing about the groom is that I used to date his cousin who died a year or so ago. [Small world; keeps getting smaller everyday.] My relationship with his cousin was in the 1990's and didn't last that long.) (But's its still an odd/funny thing that my husband became friends with my ex-boyfriend's cousin.)

We were seated at the back of the hall; and we were seated with a bunch of the SyTy guys and their spouses/significant others (SyTy is the name of their club that my hubby's involved in: the "Syclone" and "Typhoon" car club). It was a good mix at our table.

Around us were the grooms other buddies: his old friends to the left of us, another group of his friends to the right of us (which I got a bad vibe from the whole night), and near us (towards the center of the hall) were a group of his racing buddies. That table was the loudest of the four tables. Then there was another table near them that had some young women at it (one in particular was a girl with knee high jet black highheeled boots on). The other tables were various family members.

So everybody was drinking, dancing and having a good time.

And we get towards the end of the night

The groom is tending to his passed-out bride; then the brawl starts.

I think I heard one guy said it started when the girl with the knee high highheeled boots was out in the main lobby with one of the married guys (I think it was one of the guys at table on the right, but it could have been any of the others, but anyway she jumped on him (face-to-face) and had her legs wrapped around him. Someone went over to her and told her to get off him because he was married. To which she replied "well I'm going to tell my boyfriend" and went and got him.

The boyfriend went out into the lobby (with the rest of his table following behind) and then the shit hit the fan--full-out brawl. At one point it looked like an openning round at a Rugby match...everyone was in one pile moving back and forth across the hall.

They almost broke the table in the center of the hall and the front door-windows (but they didn't--you could see bodies being flung around). They did manage to break one of the pictures on a wall in the hall.

At the end, one guy had a bloody eye (which he was pissed-off about and he started the fight back up which ended with the broken picture). One of the older ladies (I think she might have been the bride's mom) sliced her hand on the glass shards of the picture (I have no idea what she was doing over there.)

But the timeline of the whole melee was: the fight started, everyone got shoved outside, they came back inside-the guy with the bloodied eye started up the fight again, broke the picture, then everyone in the fight got shoved outside when the bride and groom came out (the fight woke her up), then the cops showed up.

Definitely a wedding to remember.

So, to Wesley and Buttercup (who are going to be getting married in a month) -- I do so hope your's go much more smoothly than this one.

More later...Booboo