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The goofy cat...

...that brings me newspapers and her little stuffed fish in an effort to take care of me, amused the crap out of me a couple days ago. With no newspapers in the house and unable to find the aforementioned fish, she brought me a miniature Nimbus 2000 instead. I am clueless as to where she found it, but it certainly was funny.


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Before I forget...

If anyone finds themselves in need of an electrician, I wanted to let everyone know that we accidentally found a really good one, and I highly recommend him.

His name is Zach Redmond and he works for a company called Mr. Electric. He came out, looked at the attic fan and said that without taking the thing apart and getting up into the attic he wouldn't know if it worked or not, and for him to get up there and work on it would cost $138.

We told him to go ahead and he did, but while he was here, he re-did the wiring to the master bathroom and the light in the master closet, he checked out a bunch of things, and replaced the switch that controls the fan. He was here for probably 1 1/2 hours, didn't complain about working in the stifling house, was friendly and professional and most importantly, complemented my taste in music. :) Oh, he also did not charge anything extra for all the extra work he did, or for the extra parts he used.

If you want the number, it's (816) 532-4441

We have the best cat ever... :)

One of our cats, Fuzzle (she's the long haired one), likes to take care of us by hunting her toys, "killing" them and then bringing them to us wherever we may be in the house. She then presents the gift with much yowling fanfare and is extremely proud of herself for her good deed.

This morning I was in the bathroom when I heard her familiar call in the hallway. I looked out to see what she had killed for me this time, when she walked by carrying the newspaper, still in its orange plastic wrapper.

Gales of laughter ensued. She's not the smartest cat in the world, but she is awesome. :)

Foot Story 3, loraca gets electroctued

Not enough to suffer injury or death, but enough to (hopefully) promote pain relief and healing.

My podiatrist recommended a TENS (Transcutaneous Electrical Neural Stimulation--sounds impressive, doesn't it?) unit for my Achilles tendinitis since the boot and the orthotics and the anti-inflammatory drugs are not helping as much as we would like. Since my insurance company will not cover the boot, I assumed that they would not cover the TENS unit either, but turns out that they will! I got the unit this afternoon and have already used it to electrocute my tendon. It tingles, but is painless. I hope it helps the dang thing heal.

I made "soy" sauce, and it is good.

I am on a sodium-restricted eating plan due to my high blood pressure (which is high in large part due to my stressful living situation right now).

As a result of the eating plan I am on, I have been cooking everything from scratch, using very few processed foods.

I have made bread, pickles and granola. I have made risotto and marinara and a really good, low fat "alfredo". Soft pretzels, cheese, ketchup and yogurt are next on my cooking to-do list. I have been experimenting with flavors and textures and having quite a lot of fun. But I do miss being able to use soy sauce. Even the lower sodium soy is too salty for my eating plan. I had heard about something called Braggs Liquid Aminos as a substitute, but am reluctant to try it.

A couple of days ago, I stumbled across a recipe for a sodium free soy sauce substitute that sounded easy enough, and I just happened to have everything in my kitchen necessary to make it. So I did. It smelled amazing while it was cooking and once it was done I had to do a taste test. It is not exactly like soy sauce, but OMGs is it good! I would never know it was sodium free from the way it tastes. I am pleased. :)

I am the Dread Pirate Black Booty :)

As some of you know, I have developed Achilles tendinitis (trust me when I say that this is not something you want to experience. It hurts!) I have been in the care of a podiatrist since last September, trying various things to get the pain and inflamation to subside, all to no avail.

About three weeks ago, he told me that it was time to immobilize the foot and ankle for a minimum of 4 and possibly as long as 8 weeks, then he sent his nurse in with a nice black plastic fracture cast. I went out a couple of days later and bought a bottle of Wite Out, hoping to draw pirate flags on the cast. That plan did not work out so well as I can't really draw worth a damn, so instead I made some stickers. :)

Ah, December Holidays...

It is hard to believe that it is once again time for the telling of December holiday tales.

Gather round, children, and let loraca tell you a story to help entertain you on this cold, snowy night.

Twas the nocturnal segment of the diurnal period preceding the annual
Yuletide celebration, and throughout the place of residence, kinetic
activity was not in evidence among the possessors of this potential,
including that species of domestic rodent known as Mus Musculus (mouse).
Hosiery was meticulously suspended from the forward edge of the wood
burning caloric apparatus, pursuant to our anticipatory pleasure
regarding an imminent visitation from an eccentric philanthropist among
whose folkloric appellations is the honorific title of St. Nicholas.

The prepubescent siblings, comfortably ensconced in their respective
accommodations of repose, were experiencing subconscious visual
hallucinations of variegated fruit confections moving rhythmically
through their cerebrums. My conjugal partner and I, attired in our
nocturnal head coverings, were about to take slumberous advantage of the
hibernal darkness when upon the avenaceus exterior portion of the
grounds there ascended such a cacophony of dissonance that I felt
compelled to arise with alacrity from my place of repose for the purpose
of ascertaining the precise source thereof.

Hastening to the casement, I forthwith opened the barriers sealing this
fenestration, noting thereupon that the lunar brilliance without,
reflected as it was on the surface of a recent crystalline
precipitation, might be said to rival that of the solar meridian
itself--thus permitting my incredulous optical sensory organs to behold
a miniature airborne runnered conveyance drawn by eight diminutive
specimens of the genus Rangifer, piloted by a minuscule, aged chauffeur
so ebullient and nimble that it became instantly apparent to me that he
was indeed our anticipated caller. With his ungulate motive power
traveling at what may possibly have been more vertiginous velocity than
patriotic alar predators, he vociferated loudly, expelled breath
musically through contracted labia, and addressed each of the octet by
his or her respective cognomen-"Now Dasher, now Dancer..." et al.-
guiding them to the uppermost exterior level of our abode, through which
structure I could readily distinguish the concatenations of each of the
32 cloven pedal extremities.

As I retracted my cranium from its erstwhile location, and was
performing a 180 degree pivot, our distinguished visitant achieved-with
utmost celerity and via a downward leap-entry by way of the smoke
passage. He was clad entirely in animal pelts soiled by the ebony
residue from oxidations of carboniferous fuels which had accumulated on
the walls thereof. His resemblance to a street vendor I attributed
largely to the plethora of assorted playthings which he bore dorsally in
a commodious cloth receptacle.

His orbs were scintillant with reflected luminosity, while his
sub maxillary dermal indentations gave every evidence of engaging
amiability. The capillaries of his malar regions and nasal appurtenance
were engorged with blood which suffused the subcutaneous layers, the
former approximating the coloration of Albion's floral emblem, the
latter that of the Prunus Avium, or sweet cherry. His amusing sub- and
supralabials resembled nothing so much as a common loop knot, and their
ambient hirsute facial adornment appeared like small, tubular and
columnar crystals of frozen water.

Clenched firmly between his incisors was a smoking piece whose gray
fumes, forming a tenuous ellipse about his occiput, were suggestive of a
decorative seasonal circlet of holly. His visage was wider than it was
high, and when he waxed audibly mirthful, his corpulent abdominal region
undulated in the manner of impectinated fruit syrup in a hemispherical
container. He was, in short, neither more nor less than an obese,
jocund, multigenarian gnome, the optical perception of whom rendered me
visibly frolicsome despite every effort to refrain from so being. By
rapidly lowering and then elevating one eyelid and rotating his head
slightly to one side, he indicated that trepidation on my part was

Without utterance and with dispatch, he commenced filling the
aforementioned appended hosiery with various of the aforementioned
articles of merchandise extracted from his aforementioned previously
dorsally transported cloth receptacle. Upon completion of this task, he
executed an abrupt about-face, placed a single manual digit in lateral
juxtaposition to his olfactory organ, inclined his cranium forward in a
gesture of leave-taking, and forthwith effected his egress by
renegotiating (in reverse) the smoke passage. He then propelled himself
in a short vector onto his conveyance, directed a musical expulsion of
air through his contracted oral sphincter to the antlered quadrupeds of
burden, and proceeded to soar aloft in a movement hitherto observable
chiefly among the seed-bearing portions of a common weed. But I
overheard his parting exclamation, audible immediately prior to his
vehiculation beyond the limits of visibility: "Ecstatic Yuletide to the
planetary constituency, and to that self same assemblage, my sincerest
wishes for a salubriously beneficial and gratifyingly pleasurable period
between sunset and dawn."

For all you creative folks

Mr. Melodrama and I were listening to the Jolly Rogers on our way home this evening and the song Blackjack Slim's Cutthroat Inn came on. There is a line in there that says "Those seven deadly sins are wicked for sure, Jack's got those plus eleven more."

This got me wondering what those other eleven might be. Any suggestions? :)

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