Housesitter

No, not that dumb movie with dumb Goldie Haun. I am house sitting this week for my boss and her husband.

Deena has two cats. One is named Alex and probably made two appearances
the whole time I was there. The other was Frank.

Frank is obese and diabetic, but what a friendly guy. He follows
you around and wants you to pet him all the time, sort of like a dog.



Frank needs two insulin shots per day. I have to sneak up on him while he eats,
then lift a fat roll off of his back and stick him! Sometimes he meows
in annoyance, other times he just takes it like a man.
Deena told me to make myself at home, and I took this admonition to heart.
I helped myself to all kinds of food and snacks, including the fanciest
glass of chocolate milk ever.


I watched as many movies as possible, and some Quantum Leap reruns, with
a little help from my new friends, Comcast and TiVo.

But man, what a mess I made. I spent the whole morning cleaning up my dishes, the coffee table,
my many Vanilla Coke cans, etc. Oh, and the litter box I had to clean out everyday. That is pretty
gross. How could two little cats produce so much in just one day? Incredible.
What a deal though. A free mini-vacation from human contact. I just basically read and watched movies all day. And ate. And got $50! Plus Deena left me two movie passes for Larryland. I definitely got the better end of this deal. Does anyone need a housesitter?

Uncivil Servants

Seriuosly, this is out of control. It was last Thursday, right after The Child Who Was A Keyhole had played a show at Sugarbeats. We were heading to my car to go buy Frosties from Dave Thomas. As we approached we noticed several (three, in fact) officers of the law interrogating a disheveled looking man who had propped himself up against the west wall of Barnes and Noble as he sat on the sidewalk drinking an amber colored, probably alcoholic beverage. Actually, one was interogating the man, while the other two seemed to be discussing with each other something entirely unrelated. Also we noticed several (three again, oddly enough) police cars double parked, blocking a couple of cars into their spaces. One of the cars was mine. As we passed by these civil servants, I politely (I think) asked one of the officers who was not talking to the drunk guy if I would be able to get out. Barely glancing at me, and in a very irritated tone, he answered "In a minute you will". He just.......If I.....it was....AAHHH! What a buttface, seriously. These guys get paid to act like this!
But you can bet we thought of some great comebacks once we were driving away.

Wait, don't go!

Okay, it is very important that you not stop checking for updates. I have not stopped blogging. Far from it. In case I didn't email you or you were too lazy to follow the link, I have blogged my entire European Adventure. There is a link on the right if you want to read about our foreign exploits. Also I have been working on my site more, and it is getting cooler by the day. Also linked on the right.
But since I don't want this entire blog entry to be about blog entries, I went on a hike the other day up Mule Hollow. Here's JC hikin' it maximum old school. Whatever that means.