Updates

So, um, yeah. I’ve been away from the blog box for a bit. I guess you might have noticed.  Sorry about that. Don’t worry, I haven’t been beheaded in a “workplace violence incident” nor am I huddled in a bubble to avoid Ebola. I’ve just been busy.

Soon we’ll have the final numbers for this year’s Kilted to Kick Cancer campaign. Great job, guys. And now that Kilted to Kick Cancer is a bonafide charity in its own right, these dollars go farther and do more good than they have in the past. Bravo!

If you are one of my followers on Twitter or maybe a friend on the Facebook, you’ve seen that I’m walking a mile every day for Children’s Miracle Network. And you already know, I’m not just walking, I’m trying to raise money. As of this writing, I am $21 away from my goal to raise $272 for the kids and their families. ETA: We did it! Thank you, you guys rock. Yes, there is still time to sponsor me.

In heavier news, Psalm Angel Guadalupe, daughter of Erik and Sabra Onstott, has completed her journey. Hers was a life lived surrounded by love. Never alone, and she will never be forgotten. They could use your help, your prayers, and some peace.

We are praying for our friends that left this morning to drill wells in the Congo. Actually, teach the locals to drill wells. Yes, it’s crazy, but it’s good work. It’s easy to take things like clean water for granted when you live in a first world country.

I have now gone a full five days without injuring myself. The end is near, folks.

 

Overheard in the Empyre

Me: So, there’s going to be a new Mad Max

EvylRobot: What? I thought you just said there was going to be a new Mad Max

Me: I did

ERt: Please tell me it’s not Mel Gibson

Me: It’s not

ER: Oh good.

 

Well That’s a New One

As I’m sure you’ve noticed, I share my home with a number of fuzzy critters. Said fuzzy critters tend shed. They also like to snuggle my laptop.

Yes, that is 50 pounds of feline piled up there. Our kitties are super-sized.

As you can imagine, my laptop has a tendency to develop some over-heating issues from time to time. So I’ve made it a habit to take it apart regularly to blow out the cat hair.

Reasonable, right? And this last time, I finished with no extra screws!

Go team Jennifer!

Except, not. You see, my poor abused laptop has seen better days. It continues to run like a champ, but the casing is all cracked and one of the screw holes is completely stripped out. The little metal doo-hickey* with the threads actually fell out. Thus, this spot can no longer hold a screw.

And yet, no extra screws. Hmm. ‘Tis a conundrum.

I guessing I lost a screw somewhere along the way**, and that empty hole has now been filled in with the should have been extra screw.

Oh well. Laptop seems to plugging away once again and running as cool as it should so hopefully I can get to some of my posting backlog. I’ve got cosplay pics to share!

*It’s a technical term

**Yes, it has been confirmed. I do, indeed, have a screw loose.

So There’s This Book

It’s about a dog, but not just about a dog.

Really, it’s about life. And how dogs wriggle their way in and out and make a house a home. They are the children that never grow up. Never decide that their parents are totally lame. Never strike out on their own. They give us their lives. Every single day. They give us every ounce of devotion and quirk. And they give us this in far too little time. We need more years than they do to express our love and devotion.

And more than that again. Buy the book. You’ll understand. That link helps support this blog.

If you aren’t convinced, go read the archives over and Brigid’s place and buy it straight from her. I’m proud to call her a friend.

Sunday, Puppy Sunday

Yeah, totally stealing Phlegmfatale‘s schtick, but who could possibly resist that face?

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Besides, this was the divine Ms. Phlegmmy’s couch. I can prove it. Here’s Heidi chillin’ with one of the regular Sunday, Puppy Sunday Stars, the one-and-only Praline

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There exists a picture of all the dogs of the house, but since I’m obviously getting “the look” from the Alpha Dog Himself, I think I best keep that one to myself.

How To Tuesday Like Jennifer

Put on some four inch heels.

Add some wishful thinking

And then dash your own hopes by proving that the file cabinet is apparently not Jennifer proof.

Drive home in rush hour with smashed and swelling finger extended.

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Because of course it would be that finger*.

Have a delicious dinner that pales in comparison to even more delightful company. Nothing better than embracing a good friend for the first time. Except maybe the gazillionth time because one can never overflow that particular cup. Share all the laughs and stories that make a tribal gathering great.

Finish the evening with a bourbon on the patio considering a jacket in July, completely forgetting to pull the evening’s pictures off of your camera. (See that link? Brigid has pictures up. Go see hers. No, I’m not really that tall. Remember the shoes?)

Open the windows to enjoy the unseasonably cool weather.

Yeah, it was a good day. I’m calling it a win.

*Didn’t break it. Just bruised it. Most of the swelling was gone by morning.

 

Trying Something New

Trying a new spam blocker thing. (This one, if you’re curious. It sounded entertaining.) Please let me know if you are unable to comment. If it is working correctly, you shouldn’t notice anything. If it catches a false positive, it might generate a sarcastic auto response. If you are a real person and get one, please send me an email and let me know.

Thanks.