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K I lied, I can't actually sleep yet.

Today cell23 took me and the kids to Groff Park, which started off as an adventure because a bee blew into the car window and landed on Kidzilla's booster seat, and much to everyone's terror (except mine apparently - hence the OOOH A BEE I MUST TAKE ITS PICTURE instinct) seemed content to hang out below Kidzilla's arms for half the trip. We finally pulled into the Hadley Pride so I could get rid of it (why do I always end up being the goddamn Bug Whisperer??) Turns out it had a wing problem. Poor bee.

Anyway, we got to the park without any further nonconsensual wildlife in the car, and after being a little surprised by the emptiness of the part (we showed up around lunchtime) we had a lovely few hours of sunshine, sandbox and playground, and I took a crapton of pics of the kiddos and read and revelled in the fact that I come with natural sunblock (especially since there was a bit of a struggle getting it on the kids before we left.) Also I must add that the best place to reread Alice in Wonderland is under a tree on a warm sunny day.

We went home, had lunch and watched the end of the Indy500, then went to deliriumdeva's and renegadethumper's new place to let the kids play with Ollie. Small creature meet small creature. *shakes head* Oh two year olds. Kittens don't take well to being bossed around.

At that point, I left to drive down to Hamp for a bit, as Bosslady's widow was holding a gathering/barbecue and I hadn't seen her or the dogs in a couple of years so I figured now that I can, you know, DRIVE I'd show up. I'm glad I did, though I was slowed down a bit by a nasty three car crash that shut down part of 116 in South Deerfield on my way there. It was so nice to see her, and Cisco and Dottie and a bunch of V's friends and V's dad and all them. Plus there was dead thing on a grill and that always makes me happy. Even picked up a couple of contacts for work on Tuesday so profit? heh. I would just like to say that Dottie is still a big gorgeous golden nuisance. Seriously, I make a big exception in my general dog terror for golden retrievers (okay, and borzoi) but she is still easily the prettiest one I've ever met in person. Even if I did spend a good portion of the cookout holding her leash so she wouldn't steal the food.

Home again home again (did I mention one of my favorite things is to drive up I-91 BLARING "Sabotage?") then back to cell23's to say goodnight to the short stacks and to spend an hour or so after that sprawled on the couch with him until he went up to bed, whereupon I went home and discovered picasa's crop tool works very well and spent an hour or so cropping pictures from today and Easter that suffered a bit due to my lack of zoom lens. Le sigh. If I were a rich man, lada dada dada dada dada dada dada daaaaaaaaaaaa. Ehhhh, honestly I'm okay with the Hatemonger's kit lens for now - in terms of camera equipment I'd like a tripod first and a couple of filters before a new lens anyway. Specifically an infrared filter - I've been looking at the infrared pictures crazybee has been posting into pic365 and positively drooling, not to mention summer is the perfect season to get that freakishly pretty white foliage effect.

On a tangent, I'm having an unholy amount of bliss being able to wander from my apartment and through Squire barefoot. There is something rather delicious about being able to run through lawn and feel cool grass between my toes. I almost ALMOST get lawns now. They're nice as long as someone else is mowing them, basically. I have a feeling this summer is going to be spent mostly eschewing shoes.

On a completely different tangent, I kinda envy everyone that moved this weekend. Not for actually having to move, mind, because moving sucks, but because I just want to get mine over with. I hate waiting for things, and this goes double for moving because I loathe the month or so beforehand where I'm waiting and packing and detaching emotionally from whatever place I'm currently in and ugh. Not to mention other stuff I've bitched about before concerning the boobyhaven. But mostly the anticipation stresses me out - I just want to fast forward and have it over and done already you know? and dear fates please please PLEASE let this be the last goddamn time for a while. Moving, how I loathe and despise you. But yeah... I'm not looking forward to the summertime's worth of transitional period, but I'm grimly determined to make it a decent summer, nonetheless. I'm WAY overdue for a truly good summer, and the season is usually running at a disadvantage considering it's already the season I tend to hate above all others (it's always hot, lonely, and angst ridden for me), so we'll see how I do. It may have to be a sort of "GOOD THINGS WILL HAPPEN OR I WILL DIE IN THE ATTEMPT" sort of deal.

Nothing on tap for tomorrow, other than a low key Memorial Day and then driving the kiddos back across the state. Then back to your regularly scheduled week-a-day worries. Yippee.

I am the satisfied sleepy of one who has played hard, gotten too much sun, eaten too much grilled dead thing, had too much cuddle time with a manbeast, taken too much joy in going places with all the windows rolled down and spent too much time with two rather energetic children and one equally overenergetic kitten.

Good night!

We interrupt this abysmally hot day to bring you adorable tiny creature.



This is Oliver, deliriumdeva's kitten. He thinks I am awesome because my hair is made of cat toy. NOM NOM NOM.



Also he thinks my ipod case is delicious. NOM NOM NOM.



What? it is.

I then wandered over to visit veestah, whereupon my lap was immediately commandeered by completely different kitty.



That's Renda. Renda is gorgeous.

Alas, kitty break over. Back to work and sweltering. Le sigh. Oh well, I can start Mad Men...

2:30 on Sunday and I'm still awake after an unexpectedly busy weekend. Serious with the unexpectedly busy bit - I fully expected to take this weekend as a laze about and not do shit sort, but instead... I don't know. Busy and people happened. Not complaining, just whoa.

Friday night was mostly hangouts and grown-up fun with cell23 , capped by a walk into a lovely night and watching thuderstorms drift to the south of us.

Saturday was full of the sleeping late and the TV - later on in the afternoon due to it being stuffy in my room I made my first foray into hooking EPEEN to Monstervision, which was more or less successful enough that watching Doctor Who followed by cell23  attempting to play League of Legends fun. Still need to iron out some resolution snags and perhaps purchase some better cables than s-video, but for what it was and what it was worth I had fun being able to watch stuff on the bigger screen. But yeah, Who on Saturday, we tried Spartacus and decided there was too much 300 and not enough boobies, and I plowed through and finally finished series 2 of Being Human... which is still not quite as good as Series 1, but the latter three eps did pick up quite a bit, though there were bits where I strongly suspected they snagged a fair amount of the Dark Willow plot of Buffy Season 6 and cobbled it onto Mitchell. Here's hoping series 3 is better, whenever that comes out.

I digress. Saturday night we had some spontaneous people and kitty time over at another_murray 's. I think I love "We Didn't Playtest This." Also watermelon Smirnoff Ice tastes distrubingly like a jolly rancher. And god I'm a lightweight, one bottle of that ish shouldn't be enough to give me a buzz. AND YET.

Sunday (it's 3am, I'm not sure whether to call it today or yesterday) cell23 and I went out to see his parents so he could mow their lawn. After picking up some supplies toward fixing his black suit for the funeral he has to attend later this week, we went up Cliffside with a bunch of people. Ugh. Don't get me wrong, I love walks with people, except when the walk involves hiking up an incline - nothing slams it into your head that you need to get your out of shape ass back to the gym like being the schlub trailing the rest of the party with the proto asthma attack. :P Still despite that, I like actually making it up to the actual cliff face and staring out over Sunderland and North Hadley and all the way down to Skinner. It's a good view to sit and think to.

After that and going to pick up the roommate from Florence, I went home and fixed the suit jacket while finishing Being Human and cleaned a bit and listened bemusedly as our fine upstairs neighbor threw a graduation party upstairs that raged until well after 1am. Le sigh. I'm looking forward to having a place with both an upstairs and a downstairs, to tell the truth. The only people I have to worry about running about up there are the kiddieboos.

Oh speaking of kids, I may have to get angry black woman on some of the boys that live around here - there are about three of them that have been running around firing off cap rifles all weekend which is annoying enough, but when I pulled out of the drive to go get cara this afternoon I pulled out and heard a loud pop under my rear tire... after scraping myself off the roof of my car, I pulled all the way back to find the detritus of what could have been either several caps or a few snap pops. No damage was done, but I'm more than a little annoyed by it and may have to channel my mother yelling at the neighborhood kids to get the hell off her Cadillac. Le sigh again.

And now here we are... and I know I should go to bed cause I've got work in the morning, but while I'm tired, I am profoundly not sleepy. Bah. I suppose I should just go to bed anyway and let boredom knock me out like it usually does....

Today's xkcd warranted reposting.

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I'm pretty strictly a cat person. I'm... funny about dogs. Little ones I'm okay with. Oversized load ones the size of small buses I'm okay with. The midsize sedan sizes I'm fairly terrified of. My old boss used to have three running around the office daily and they were all super sweet and loved me so I'm a lot better about them than I used to be. Strange dogs not so much.

I'm not sure when I got scared of them, because I very clearly remember my mother having a husky who was totes my BFF when I was two or threeish. That dog would attack most living creatures under the sun but me? He was perfectly happy to be giant pillow or miniature horsie. Not so much Mom's next few dogs which were all german shepherds and... no.I was NOT OKAY with them. My sister's Labs were all right though so I don't know. You'd think I'd be better about dogs seeing as I'd grown up with them all my life, but something about them still gives me the woogies.

Cats on the other hand? I'm pretty violently allergic to them most of the time. That said, even with the eyeballs itching I can be covered in a pile of purring felines and die happy. I love them. They are cute and strange and obnoxious, and compact sized and that's perfect for me.

That said... I have weirdly enough have had this odd desire for a golden retriever or yellow lab puppy. Yeah, I don't know where that came from, lol. Probably hanging around my sister's dogs. Or Valentino. I like animals that are big dumb love machines. >:)

Back from the big bad city. It was an oddly low key and relaxing weekend.

( SATURDAY )

( SUNDAY )

So home, chilling out, working on my picasa albums, thinking about money and TEH FYOOCHURRR and being sleepy. (And cold, grr, stupid winter.) Probably gonna crash soon and head to work early tomorrow, since I still have a holy god crapton to do there in the morning. Hopefully I will not have the recurring nightmare I've been having the past four nights of violently rearending other cars on the highway. >_<