Friday, we meet again. Actually, we only had four working days this week. Monday was a statutory holiday as we celebrated Family Day. This is a bonus for the month of February after all the frenzy of stat days on … Continue reading →
Being Friday and end of January 2014, draw yourself a happy face.
He never received formal art training. A mix of luck, ignorance, curiosity and delusions of adequacy somehow allowed him to start earning a living by drawing pictures before he even reached twenty, and thus abandoning a promising career as a cook for a lovely Mexican joint. – See more at: About Kosta
End of the week. We made it. Relax and take a deep breath.Watch some younger drivers get frustrated when they encounter a Geriatric Traffic Jam. The old folks are trying to cross the road in an orderly fashion to get to a corner store only to discover it’s closed. At least a few of the motorists saw the humor in this geriatric traffic crossing. Another funny skit from the folks at Just For Laughs Gags.
Having finished the month-end work yesterday, I am proud of myself. Ha! One point for me. While I feel good about accomplishment, I left a note for the supervisor if I can take a day off today. Yippee …. Approved! … Continue reading →
How can I not love Lucy? She is my adorable companion and to Maurice. She is no ordinary cat, she is a wanting cat.I want you to play with me, I want to go out, I want to eat, and I want this and that. The list goes on and giving in to her whims, exhausts me, especially at day break.Hack, cough, hack, I heard around 4 am. It was Lucy trying to get the hairball or having one of her bulimic moments. Eat and purge. Then it was quiet for a moment. Next thing, she did her running fit with her special cat sound effect. Jump on the bed, run beside me, above my head and rested there. This is not a good time, Lucy, 30 more minutes and I will rise to go to work. I need my beauty sleep. But she won’t budge. So, I threw her out of bed and I might as well do the same. Remembering that she just did the hacking fit, I was careful not to step on land mine or mines.And here comes Lucy again, jumped on the bed, squatted and did No. 2, yes, No. 2. I watched her with horror. Plop one, plop two, plop three steaming mounds. Fully formed not runny. Oh my goodness, Lucy. Why? Think on the bright side, I thought, it’s not runny, okay?Deep breath, the smell of poopies on my bed, I remained calm, cool and collected. That is I collected the poops. Then took out the first layer of the bed sheet.Here comes Lucy again. Doing the two steps and dropped her fat body on top of the soft duvet. She quietly got up, circled where she sat down and smelled it. I smelled urine. Lucy did No. 1. That did it. Urine is the worst thing. Lucy, you are now grounded, no food for you all day.The bedding must be removed quickly, cleaned the spot and poured out a box full of baking soda all over the bed to soak up the smell. What a cat-astrophy.
Shame on you, Lucy
The things I do for my cats. I love Lucy.
I always pack my lunch. Being Friday and feasting on a meatless Friday due to Lent season, the menu is:Sautéed mushroom and canned salmon topped with shallots and garlic Rice for a little bit of carbohydrates Cut fresh pineapple Ambrosia apple to cleanse my palateWalla: Lunch fit for a Princess.
Having a brain freeze all day, I did not eat lunch. I had a couple of oranges instead and went out for a walk. Should it have been a sunny day, this is my favorite place to eat lunch; with nature.