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Sweet Porpus

Goodbye, sweetest friend. I promise not to remember you as the sickly kitty you have become. You would not approve.

I will remember you as the fiery lady you always were.

Fiercely loving. Passionately cuddly. A brilliant nanny. The best “oh my god you are home” door greeter that a feline could be. A friend to Schween. Superfan of the sun. Adoring of your dad. Smart as a whip. Sweet and soft. Fat. Happy.

Thanks for being my first baby. I will love you always. I know you will find the sunniest spot to rest on your porch in the sky.

Goodbye, sweet girl. Mama misses you already.

Avoiding Eye Contact with Porpus

We did something that I’m not particularly proud of, but I can’t resist sharing these pictures. Here is a glimpse of Porp’s Friday night with a newborn hoodie.


Apologies all around.

I Spy Something Sassy

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“I Spy” used to be my one of my favorite games to play.

Actually, it still is.

Effort

In an effort to cultivate a nighttime habit of regular postings, I would like to present a bit of lameness that took all the energy I could muster this evening:

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That is supposed to be an animated gif. Not sure if that will post correctly. (click on it?) Apologies to anyone with epilepsy, allergies to fat felines, or the aversions to deliciously fluffy blankets.

The idea of curling up in that blanket when the weather gets crispy and leaves get crunchy makes me want to shut down the computer and bake a loaf of bread right now.  The warm bread would then be eaten with a bowl of homemade chili and chased with a hot brandy cider. I kind of want a hay ride and pumpkin donut as well. That’s right, Fall is coming. It is second only to Spring in favorite-time-of-year-ratings. Winter and I are still not speaking because of last year’s treacheries, and Summer is a bit lazy and damp.

I am looking forward to that date with my fuzzy blanket. Porpus Boley will surely join me during Autumn cuddle fest 2009 without hesitation. Coziness is just around the corner. It’s about to be spooning weather.

Right now though, I am still trying to eat as many fresh things as possible, while things are still growing. This perfectly blue colander that was just given to me by my observant Mama makes washing the dirty fresh things way more fun than my boring old strainer did. Thanks, Mom.

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Poor Porpus

Porpus aka Norters aka Norpus aka Nortenstein, was not feeling so hot this weekend. She had a major limp for a day. Then she had a less severe, pity-me-limp for another day.

Day one:

Her food, water, medicine, and entertainment was brought to her. She was carried to the litterbox and from sleeping area to sleeping area.

Her food, water, medicine, and entertainment was brought to her. She was carried to the litterbox and from sleeping area to sleeping area.

Day Two. She had a nice bath and brushing. Total spring-spa day.

Day Two. She had a nice bath and brushing. Total spring-spa day.

I was beside myself with worry and had to be at her side for most of the time. I can’t even imagine having a sick kid. I would just die with stress. (I can almost see Alma rolling her eyes). Nostalgic comfort food for lunch made did make me feel better. I dare you to look at these photos and NOT get a hankering for a peanut-butter-and-banana-honey-sandwich.

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Highly Nomable.

Highly Nomable.

I am glad that Porpus is all better, but I now realize she may have been faking it for part of the time. Jerk.

Two Days To Go

Justin is taking finals for two more days and then we are going on a vacation.

I have mentioned this before, but this is the first time we will have gone on a trip alone in our 6 years together. No visiting family–although we love family (hi and hello, family). No visiting friends. Just a regular vacation. I hear this is a good thing. I get a burst of excitement every time I look at the place we are staying. Happy birthday to me!

Now we just need to get through the next two days. Luckily, I have been working on a new project at work with a team I don’t normally work with. So I am having fun and staying busy which always makes the time fly. I would take a picture of what I am doing as my DPH, but then I would have to kill you. So here are some of Porpus in a blanket cave and on the coffee table instead.

I had forgotten how delicious long-exposure with a side of flash is. I will be exploring this more...although it makes the subject of the photo appear drunk 99% of the time.

I had forgotten how delicious a long-exposure with a side of flash can be. I will be exploring this more...although it makes the subject of the photo appear drunk 99% of the time.

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Here is a photoshop mash-up painting as well.

Charpfest 2009

Charping

Charping

Porp cares not.

Porp cares not.

I haven’t posted for a few days because I am struggling to craft my thoughts. Last week was not so great. I will probably have something together in the next couple hours. I hope you enjoy Charpfest as much as we do.

“Would You Rather”

This is a followup to the question that was  posed during a game of “Would you Rather” during the 10-hour stay in the lovely Austin Airport. This great example of an inside joke that has gone public and out of control. I am on a photoshop role tonight…and have no plans on stopping here.

Would you rather have a Chinchilla Porpus....

Would you rather have a Chinchilla Porpus....

...or a Dungeness Schween Crab?

...or a Dungeness Schween Crab?

A lot of things like these are swimming around in my head. They are seeping out and landing on the internet. My apologies.

Bonus image:

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The Good Dog

Have you met our dog?

That is Justin's leg she is using as a pillow/bed.

That is Justin's leg she is using as a pillow/bed.

Porpus is such a good dog. She is very loyal, too. She will greet you at the door, bark when she wants to be let out, understands commands, and comes when she is called. Fetch is her favorite game. If you go to a different room, she will be at your heels. If you are relaxing on the couch, she will be at your side, or on your lap. If she is being naughty, she knows it and will cower. When you leave for the day, she will cry at the door. She is a good dog.

If you are more of a cat person, Schween is your lady. Here she is in the den/office. We call this Schween’s “office hours.”

Inspecing the underverse of the futon, then going beneath.

Inspecting the underverse of the futon, then going beneath.

Schween holds office hours from 9–7. She will break for lunch.

Schween holds office hours from 9–7. She will break for lunch.

She is a cat. What more can I say about that. We love her, too.

The spice cupboard that scared the crap out of you organized/anal folks is being organized! I just bought about 50 glass jars ranging from 1.5–12 ounces from this place. Woot! In the mean time, I have at least organized the cupboard in preparation for the jar arrival. The spices are now in alphabetical order and I have already saved myself 10 minutes of frantic cupboard searching when I need Cumin.

This is not the "after" shot. But I was taught in art school to show progress work. Here you go.

This is not the "after" shot. But I was taught in art school to show progress work. Here you go.

Matching Outfits

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Aren’t they precious in their matching attire? We should go to Sears immediately and get a family portrait taken for the Christmas card.

As I was sitting on the couch with my little family here, I realized that it is going to be 64 degrees on Friday. Can I expect another “spring” day in the park? As my friend Casey would say:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am beside myself with excitement and can barely type.