... do boys wear such patterned boxers peeking out of their waistband? Do they want me to look at their ass or do their moms just get them those really bright underclothes and their obligded to wear them?

what other random thoughts must I jot down?...ponder...

My mom's coming to visit this weekend! Huzzah!

I think this started back on September 7th. I helped Katie bring from her apartment three 6 or 7 week old kittens in for us to faun over. Their cute flufiness is the best stress relief EVER! David was fine admitting that kittens turn him into a little girl. A squeeing, little girl. The one girl who said she is slightly allergic kept petting and holding them anyway. Luna, Miley, and Draco entertained us away from being efficient with fabric.
comments:
kitten snuggles that we get to watch - cuteness porn
ball of fluff curled in bosom, kitty-cleavage
Burkie is vomiting flowers over the cute
I can die happy now
Katt talking to kitteh in Russian, renames it Serge
calls Miley "Spunky May" and Draco "Maxim"
watched them so they don't go off the table and go tumble-t-boom
Reynolds cradled Luna in one big hand

we decided the best way to die ever would be to suficate from a pile of kittens. remember to make sure no kittens were harmed in the process - maybe immortal kittens

The next week only Miley and Luna came. Luna still had crazy, stupid looking eyes (she looked more normal yesterday). They slept in various bowler hats most of the time.
One week they went upstairs for tabling to draw attention for "Day of Shame" or something.
Luna chased the measuring tape around as if she were consulting a Ouiji Board.
Yesterday they both very willingly and promptly stepped back into the carrier to go home. That was recently after freaking us all out by hiding under Bonnie's desk napping.

Can't wait to see them next week!

here's that pic I found online and wanted to share:

Beginning 7/10/2007 I'll be in (H)onduras with my dad till 7/20/2007. We are part of a learning/service tour with the group New Community Project. It's somewhat associated with the church of the Brethren but it's strictly workcamp/learning as opposed to missionary. I'll be wearing my UU shirt some days. We'll be in a little village just east of the Guatemala border and the site of Copan. I'll be without electricity (will have my cell phone (new model, same number) able to make international calls for mainly emergencies). I'm doing the lightest packing in my life for two weeks. But I will take everywhere with me a tiny Spanish-English Dictionary, as well as my mostly fluent, Spanish teacher dad. Not sure quite what I'll be doing for service, digging latrines maybe. I'm taking some materials for origami crafts to do with the locals, and other project members I guess. Not sure how to keep my camera safe.
So after the last day with the group at the Copan ruins (site of most hieroglyphics in world? or New World?) Dad and I hope to take a bus into Guatemala to the city of Antigua. If we figured everything right we'll meet up with a woman from our UU church who is getting full imersion Spanish lessons there. And the next day we really, really want to find some transportation to a village not too far from Guatemala City that Dad worked in 31 years ago to help rebuild after an earthquake. We're taking 31 year old pictures of people there to share. It could get very emotional, sentimental for Dad. Our flight back to the States is on the 24th. I plan to get suiveners to share and to boost a little economy there and many photos.
Wish us luck!

I loved watching the new Pixar movie "Ratatouille" today with my dad and brother. (Mom was having an extra-long church board meeting at the time.)

***Spoiler-y***
No one plot line clearly had the moral of the story, none overtook the others - Remy doing something outside the rat clan, Remy being able to cook through Linguini, Anton Ego's ego getting challenged, the life of Gusteau's restaurant, Linguini learning about his father and starting a relationship with Colette, and beautiful food preparation. I'm reminded about the attractions to become a chef. It had spendiferous animation, too, beyond the engaging plot. I was most impressed by the animation of the people's hair and Remy's fur (the only time I cringed at a rat working in a kitchen was when I saw the realisticly wet rat-ness). There were lot's of cute bits, and awkward moments (Linguini telling Colette he had a seceret, this little ...- at which point she quickly glances down at his crotch then back at his face - little chef that tells him what to do...in his head) or maybe I'm just a bit hypersensitive to sexual jokes recently (damn 'in the puddle' and 'candi' and 'questionable content' and 'girls with slingshots' and ....well i'll stop listing now) The film makers did well with their contrivance of visually describing taste with abstract 'notes' of flavor. I'm glad things worked out well with Ego, is that happening more, the scary 'bad guy' of cartoons getting reminded to be nice and change in the end? Then there was the traditional mean guy that pushes around the main character without just cause gets made fun of and humiliated (who was a short annoying chef). Hmm, now that I think about it, Linguini should have had a french accent but didn't. (gah! writing 1 readings invading my life) At least Colette was well accented. I also aprove of the reality reinstated when the health inspector was let out of the walk-in refrigerator. And no duh, they would name the new restaurant "Ratatouille."
over-all, I say huzzah! I was right to dance in the isles during the credits.

My grandma left the world this last month, (saddest Valentine's day ever)
Kind of thought I knew all about this, it being the third grandparent I've gone to funerary services for. I feel this one harder, it was kind of sudden. I was much closer to her since birth, even though I've only seen her about one week a year the past 12 years. I can't quite comprehend the great vibrant lady I've known all my life isn't bustling around her kitchen even now, ready with an encompassing warm hug. She always thought I was so like her, with people agreeing. I'm so inadequate to even begin to live up to her example. I have to remember that she would never be disappoited in me.

my tribute to Grandma:

But, Where is She?

Not in concentration and pink bifocals at her cello,
Not in the sun tending her roses,
Not in her chair telling stories or knitting,
Not in the kitchen bustling over dough or peaches,
Not in purple garb out walking, imprinting stars on the sandy soil,
Not in the choir singing her joy.

She is threaded through my afghan and scarf,
She is an extra glow in comforting hugs,
She is the witness with blue eye shadow and baubles at hand,
She is that golden harmony echoing through chords,
She is my expertise with a rolling pin,
She is the awareness of togetherness,
She is a declaration of beauty,
She is savoring with me the crunch of almonds, strawberries’ explosions, and ice cream’s refreshment,
She is the care and fun in washing dishes.

I see her in my mother.
I feel her in my stitching.
I hear her encouragement.
I smell Sunday night popcorn and remember.
I taste the richness of life.

I want to put several mood stars on this. > Bouncy, Confussed, Amused, Relaxed, and a little horny So in my Theatre class the schedule said we would be watching a Shakespeare movie. I was expecting some odd version of one of the famous plays. But no, we watched the first half of "Shakespeare in Love." *blink, blink* So yes we ended right as Viola and Will are unbuttoning eachother's (men's) clothes. So on thursday we'll start with sex up on the screen in class. *raised eyebrow, huh?* And our professor stood in the back and laughed really loud at certain parts, when I now know he's seen this movie countless times. Yeah, this is what I'm paying HOW MUCH for my education for?! I guess it's a bit of a break for us all since we're wearing thin with Fiddler rehersal.

I feel soooo great! Must keep happiness up and stay on track getting things done. And for once I feel like I can! I actually have the energy. Now, must. leave. internet.
Bye