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AWFUL OFFICIATING

I think the Houston Rockets paid the refs. I mean it...


On to Friday night. I think Little Bit will once again have to don the headphones/cone of silence that is his DS as we expose him to a shrieking, angry crowd of Utah Jazz fans. If we don't win I have to burn my D-Will shirt. Just sayin....

Go Jazz

We went to see the Jazz play the Rockets in Game 3 this week (first game in Utah). Great game...until the last two minutes. We lost. Bleah...and we were up until almost 1 a.m. on a school/work night to boot.

Benefits: I have a D-Will shirt (Deron Williams, above) and The Husband has a Carlos Boozer shirt. He bought this shirt, of course, so he can go happily off to work in Utah County with a shirt that says "Boozer" on the back and not get in trouble. Heh. Though I love Carlos, I could not buy the same shirt because then I'd be a copycat, thought about Korver but knew that I'd just be buying it because he's cute. I like the D-Will and he's probably the best player on the team, so thus my selection.

Go Jazz...I really want to be able to wear this shirt next week. Oh, and I found out Jerry Sloan, the coach, lives about a mile from us. Obviously in a MUCH better neighborhood.

Evil in the Family

I say on my profile I have "evil pets", some of you know some or all of these pets, others are not aware, so I thought I'd introduce you to the evil in our home.

First, there is "Casper". So named because when Big Bit brought him home from a friend's house as a kitten he was very friendly and still is. So, "Casper, the Friendly Kitten". He's approaching 13 now and other than arthritis and a heart murmur he's not doing too bad. Here he is with Big Bit, his savior from being drowned or eaten by dogs - his fate if left at our friend's house (well, now ex-friend and this was the least of her sins).

















Next, there is "Margarita", or as she is known at the AKC "Tequila's Margarita". Lest you think we are totally winos, her mother's name is Tequila and Tequila's owners own a liquor store. So, many of her pups names are references to alcohol. We call her "Rita" for short. She just turned 10. I will never have a lab again because the first three years are hell, but the last seven haven't been too bad. Except for she will eat anything.
















I think the young pets are the evil ones, really. Cynthia Rabbit is, I think, coming on 4. Don't let the sweet, fluffy look fool you. This animal is a diva and capable of a) kicking the dog off her bed so she can invade it. b) defending herself against the evil cat yet to be shown. c) Rattling her cage, flinging her bowl and toys around to make quite the racket; and d) Demanding a nose rubbing. We got her because Big Bit HAD to have a rabbit. Guess who cleans her cage....

She rules the roost.

Lastly, there is Bucky Katt, now aged 3, who has been seen before on a post. He shows absolutely no appreciation for the fact we saved his life from the Salt Lake County Animal Shelter. I adored the Siamese I had as a child and had always wanted another one. Boy, did I get one in spades.

He has destroyed one banister to the point we're probably going to have to do serious work on it before we sell the house as he would NOT stop clawing it for quite a while, even under threat of death, and he has a lovely habit of marking his territory, if you know what I mean. He also bosses around Casper and tries to steal his food, as well as Little Bit's water from his nightstand. I think we've finally worked out the destructive parts with lots of discipline and Hart's Pet NO, but the nocturnal wailings and stealth missions for food and water continue.



So, there they are...the evil pets...good thing they're cute.

Hey, Look What I Got In The Mail Today

After over six weeks of waiting. I want to wear it to drop Little Bit off at Scouts tonight, but I'm afraid the nice Brother and Sister who are his Scoutmasters will kill me.

Yes, We Can.

Miscellaneous Ramblings

Home from Reno, where we saw the Gin Blossoms - awesome show - I have my t-shirt reading "Gin Blossoms, Twenty Miserable Years" - since it's been 20 years the band's been together and their first album (nationally anyway) was "New Miserable Experience". Since I was getting ready to get a divorce when I bought their first album I had to laugh. Twenty Miserable Years, Indeed. It's been about 23 miserable years for me. Heh. Man, I am old.

Had a great time with Big Bit, got to eat at the few places that are things I miss about Reno and I didn't have to lay eyes on the EHFH once. Whee.

In other notes, we have taken the plunge of booking a major trip. Remember when I said I had to quit traveling so I could quit my job? Well, I'm working until next year, anyway.

We are taking the boys to London in December. We leave Christmas afternoon and return on January 2. We are all excited, and yesterday stood in line at the Reno post office for over an hour (!) to get Little Bit and The Husband's passport applications submitted. Big Bit already has one and I had to get one for work a while back, so we were covered.

Now, for the rest of the year, we'll be saving to be able to afford to eat on the trip and buy souvenirs. And, I'm trying to figure out how to get up to Great-Grandpa's house in Matlock. So far, I'm only seeing a train trip that will cost a good $300 for all of us, and that is a bit steep. But, as my mother says, if I get this close to his birthplace for a whole week and don't go see it I am the most ungrateful great-grandchild ever. So we'll see. I'd love to bring Grandma back some photos of his house.

Look Out World

Big Bit has a driver's license. Sigh...man, I feel old. It seems like yesterday it was him (age two at left) and I in my first place "by myself", dependent on no one. Well, I wasn't by myself, I was heading up the team that in many ways we still are, even if we don't see each other every day. Somehow, when I see him at almost 6 foot tall, handsome and smart in every way...he really still looks like this in my mind's eye. So I can't believe someone would give him rights to drive a car. By himself. Surely his feet don't reach the pedals.

I'm proud of you buddy. Even if you do make me feel old.