June 30, 2008
The littlest cat, Dodo, is kind of interested in water. He just likes to watch it, swat at it a bit. So, I was taking a shower and saw Dodo sitting on the bathtub ledge between the outer shower curtain and the inner (clear) lining. Without any provocation and from outside the shower curtain, Scar Cat PUSHED Dodo into the bathtub. Poor kitty splashed around and got showered on before he could figure out how to get out of the tub. I laughed and laughed. After he jumped out, I looked around the curtain to see Scar Cat lay back down, as if nothing had happened.
I freakin' love that cat. If I didn't know better, I'd think Scar Cat hates cats too.
On a side note, Dodo jumped from the window ledge onto my stomach in the middle of the night, while I was asleep. It hurt and scared the shit out of me. Stupid cat.
So, during the six-hour-long happy hour with a couple coworkers on Friday night, the topic turned to how Celeste is swamped with work and I'm bored out of my gourd. We talked a lot about how she always felt bad asking me for help, etc. So we decided I would help her with a HUGE project today.
I just barely finished it. And. I. Rocked. It. Hard.
Not only did I do what she asked, but I did it in a super-efficient way with a program that will allow us to retain the information for future projects (something she hadn't thought of), and it turned out much better looking and functional than she had planned. She was all but squealing when I turned my work in.
Score one for Kelli!
June 29, 2008
Friday: decided to go have a drink with coworkers after all. A single drink. Yeah, I didn't believe that either.
So, it was really fun and laid-back, except for the fact that Judgmental Coworker was there. She is the one who got all weird about the dating around thing and then later brought it with another coworker out of the blue. Normally, I get along great with her, but ever since she found out I'm seeing a couple guys, she's really bitchy and short with me.
Anyways, it was really fun until she started getting pissy. At one point, a project manager made a comment that I seemed to have pulled a 180 since last year, that I seem so much happier now. I mentioned the divorce and said, "I've just been having a lot of fun this year..." Judgmental Coworker cut in to say while staring me down, "Well, we can't all have as much as you do...you seem to be having a LOT of fun." Hard to explain why, but I KNEW she was talking about the dudes again and I was certain she was about to bring it up, so I cut her off and changed the subject.
At another point in the hour or two, the same PM was telling us about a fun drinking competition he was in. We asked him how we could start our own team. He said you need three girls and three guys to start. In our little happy hour group were two guys and four girls. I jokingly said, "Let's do it...we'll just have to dress up (Judgmental Coworker) as a guy."
Who knew someone could be so offended by something like that? She flipped out...got very offended. I guess maybe she thought I was saying she's like a guy or something? I didn't mean anything by it, didn't choose her out of the bunch for any reason except that she was sitting by the guys. She wouldn't let it die either, just stayed pissy.
While we were preparing to leave, she made a comment about "rave-dancing." Julie, another coworker who is absolutely awesome, said, "Oh, don't outdate yourself like that." She got pissed, paid her tab, and left. I told Julie I wanted to kiss her.
Saturday: took Kayden to see Wall-E (he LOVED it), did some shopping, bought a new camera, took him to his BFF's house to spend the night. Then I met Kort at the SoCo music festival. Here are the pictures for that:
The Hot IQs:
SoCo Music Festival:
Laying in a patch of grass on top of pavement, in the middle of a parking lot:
About this time, Justin--a 22-year-old student--came and lay down beside me on the grass. We talked a bit and then Kort and I decided to leave for FR. We invited him to come by later. Within 10 minutes, he showed up with a bunch of his cute, young friends.
At Falling Rock:
Peter, Justin, and Frankie:
Trying to work my new camera:
A couple random people, and Jay on the far right:
Jay and Kort:
Now, I knew Justin was into me. However, right away I could see that he was the obnoxious, frat boy type. Also, I hit it off with Jay who was much more my type: quieter, intelligent, interested in conversation and NOT talking about my butt.
I ended up hanging out with them at their place, playing beer pong, talking, and dancing like mad. I met a ton of people and most of them were so fun. Justin ended up pouting and leaving when he realized I wasn't into him. Unfortunately, I stayed up too late (finally went to sleep around 5 a.m. but only slept until about 7 a.m. before leaving), probably drank too much, and gave myself whiplash from the thrash-dancing. Ow ow ow.
Playing beer pong at the boys' house:
And dancing in the basement with Frankie, Peter, and Sean:
Sunday was spent cleaning my old place, hanging with Kort and then Kayden, picking up my new place, and so on.
June 27, 2008
I'm Kayden-free tonight.
I want to lounge around my new apartment and fix it up.
But I kind of want Daniel to come over and hang out with me (and help me hang paintings and shelves...he loves that shit). But I've already seen him about four times in the last week. I don't want him to get attached.
I kind of want to have dinner with Leland, but I don't want it to lead to having to hang out with him all night and I don't want him to assume a dinner date = sleeping together at the end of the night. I want to have dinner with him, but I want to have another obligation right after, so as to avoid this awkwardness.
Ugh. Mostly I just want Rex to freakin' call...but I need to get over that.
Just ignore me. My mind is kind of scatterbrained right now. Not enough sleep and too much to drink.
June 26, 2008
Kelli: I'm going to order some computer supplies...do you need anything for your laptop?
Nick (a project manager): I need a laptop bag...but you know how there's different sizes? I don't want the one that's too small to carry anything...........but I don't want a big suitcase either.
Kelli: (writes down order while reading aloud) Laptop bag....for Nick...AKA Goldilocks...
And then another project manager laughed, high-fived me, and called Nick high-maintenance.
(I found it at the Things Younger than John McCain blog, but do not know who the true author is.)
“A Day in the Life of a Middle-Class Republican”
Tom gets up at 6:00 AM to prepare his morning coffee. He fills his pot with good, clean drinking water because some liberal fought for minimum water quality standards. He takes his daily medication with his first swallow of coffee. His medications are safe to take because some liberal fought to insure their safety and that they work as advertised.
All but $10.00 of his medications are paid for by his employer’s medical plan. Because some liberal union workers fought their employers for paid medical insurance, now Tom gets it too. He prepares his morning breakfast — bacon and eggs this day. Tom’s bacon is safe to eat because some liberal fought for laws to regulate the meat packing industry. Tom takes his morning shower, reaching for his shampoo. His bottle is properly labeled with every ingredient and the amount that is contains because some liberal fought for his right to know what he was putting on his body and the breakdown of its contents. Tom dresses, walks outside and takes a deep breath. The air he breathes is clean because some tree-hugging liberal fought for laws to stop industries from polluting our air. He walks to the subway station for his government-subsidized ride to work; it saves him considerable money in parking and transportation fees. You see, some liberal fought for affordable public transportation, which gives everyone the opportunity to be a contributor.
Tom begins his work day; he has a good job with excellent pay, medical benefits, retirement, paid holidays and vacation because some liberal union members fought and died for these working standards. Tom’s employer meets these standards because Tom’s employer doesn’t want his employees to call the union. If Tom is hurt on the job or becomes unemployed he’ll get worker’s compensation or an unemployment check because some liberal didn’t think he should lose his home to temporary misfortune.
It’s noon time. Tom needs to make a bank deposit so he can pay some bills. Tom’s deposit is federally insured by the FDIC because some liberal wanted to protect Tom’s money from unscrupulous bankers who ruined the banking system before the depression.
Tom has to pay his Fannie Mae underwritten mortgage and his below market federal student loan because some stupid liberal decided that Tom and the government would be better off if he was educated and earned more money over his lifetime.
Tom is home from work. He plans to visit his father this evening at his farm home in the country. He gets in his car for the drive to dads; his car is among the safest in the world because some liberal fought for car safety standards. He arrives at his boyhood home. He was the third generation to live in the house financed by Farmers Home Administration because bankers didn’t want to make rural loans. The house didn’t have electric until some big government liberal stuck his nose where it didn’t belong and demanded rural electrification (those rural Republican’s would still be sitting in the dark).
Tom is happy to see his dad, who is now retired. Tom’s dad lives on Social Security and his union pension because some liberal made sure he could take care of himself so Tom wouldn’t have to. After his visit with dad, Tom gets back in his car for the ride home. He turns on a radio talk show. The host keeps saying that liberals are bad and conservatives are good. He doesn’t tell Tom that his beloved Republicans have fought against every protection and benefit Tom enjoys throughout his day. Tom agrees, “We don’t need those big government liberals ruining our lives.
After all, I’m a self-made man who believes everyone should take care of themselves, just like I have.”
June 25, 2008
Kayden's baseball team, after their last game. Kayden is the shaggy-haired one, of course:
And Kayden on his new bed...he loves it:
On the way to watch Fight Club at Film on the Rockies...Ms. Krystle:
No, I don't actually watch the road while driving:
Me and Daniel...ignore the fact that we look high off our asses:
The band before the movie:
Don't know the deal with this photo...I don't think I even took it:
And this is what happens when you leave your camera in Kort's purse and she finds it:
June 24, 2008
Well, I got home at 1 a.m....so from 1-7 a.m. = all night.
The freakin' cat wouldn't leave me alone. It's like she set up a fucking trampoline on the side of my bed. I push her off and she jumps right back on. Now, I don't mind a sleeping cat. They can lay with me or whatever. But I *hate* when they do that kneading thing with their claws. ::screams:: I could have closed her out of my room, but then she would have started tearing at the carpet under the door.
I think I need to read up on cat discipline. I NEVER had to do this kind of thing with Scar Cat. (If you haven't noticed, I judge all cats based on Scar Cat: WWSCD?)
a guy who may have blown you off?
Having your FRIEND drunk-dial and leave a voicemail, pretending to be you.
This may have happened last night with Rex. Now I'm horribly embarrassed.
But damn, it was funny at the time.
On a side note, if you ever get the chance, you should hear Kort's impersonation of me. Hilarious.
"Um, hey Rex.............This is Kel-li................." completely monotone.
June 23, 2008
The uncertainty drives me nuts.
So, I think Rex blew me off. For weeks, he had been pretty attentive: texting me whenever, replying to my texts right away, calling to hang out, etc. However, he mentioned he was having phone problems, with it cutting on and off. I saw him on Tuesday morning, mentioned my friends and I were going to Film on the Rocks and he should come if he's free. Later that day, he texted to say he had fun seeing me the night before and he wished me a good day. Aaaaaaaaaand that's it. I texted him once on Wednesday to see if he was up for the Red Rocks thing. Nothing. Texted him Friday night, just to see what's up. Nothing.
Soooooo...I'm not going to contact him anymore. Two times without a reply means the ball is in his court. Part of me thinks that maybe his phone finally conked out. I know if my phone died, I'd have no way of getting ahold of anyone. I don't have phone numbers stored anywhere else. But a bigger part of me thinks that he is blowing me off.
Out of who-knows-how-many-guys I've dated or whatever this year, there are only two that I would have remotely considered having a relationship with. But these are the two guys to completely flake out or drop off the face of the planet. Seriously, I'm pretty open to reading signs if a guy isn't into me...but I got no indication from either guy.
I have to wonder if some part of me is just attracted to super-flaky commitment-phobes or something. Well, that's not right because I don't really even want a commitment.
June 20, 2008
So, you all remember how I harassed and harassed Josh about picking up his stuff? I emailed him several times, talked on the phone about it a couple times, even talked to him in person about it. Each time, his response was to keep it or throw it away.
Okay, I've decided to sell his bed, table, dresser, bookshelves, etc. I don't want that shit. That was his from before I even met him. I'm giving away his dishes to Scott.
However, I've decided to keep his game systems (Xbox, playstation, etc.) for Kayden...and I play it too sometimes. But it makes me feel really weird. Like I somehow "took him to the cleaners" in the divorce. I know he won't take it back, so there's really no point to trying. But I just feel weird. Daniel asked why I had so many video games if I don't really play. I just said they were my husband's. It makes me feel dirty. Also, I feel weird about selling his videos or power tools. I've decided to try to get the comic book collection back to his mom...but she won't want the videos and random junk like that.
Ugh. I don't know. I think I just have TOO much of a conscience. I don't want to feel like I'm screwing him over. But I'm also not going to store his shit in my new place, just in case he ever decides he does want it back.
I wish I could make this shit up.
She's the one who told me that I wasn't respecting my body because I slept with several guys.
Anyhow, yesterday I was in the breakroom talking with another coworker, a 60-ish year old sweetheart. We were talking about my house situation and it was a fairly serious discussion. Judgmental Judy walked in and said, "Be careful when talking with Kelli...too much information!" When we looked up, she proceeded to tell Coworker #1 about our entire conversation from last week. To which I replied, "Man, that must have really blown your mind because you can't stop talking about it."
Ummm...now, I'm not going to lie or even get embarassed because I'm sleeping with some hot guys. But seriously, there's a time and a place (and an audience). I don't think this coworker wanted to hear about it.
As it was, Coworker #1 said to Judgemental Judy, "What? Are you jealous? I know I am...I've got cobwebs down there..."
June 19, 2008
Which is a part of my job. Most of the time, I'm really friendly, flirty, and funny.
But days like today, I just want people to leave me alone. But these people come in, expecting me to do my usual shtick. "Dance, monkey, dance!"
I just want to go home.
June 18, 2008
Stupid Admin is such a moron sometimes!! She's been here for a few months, but still does not understand the littlest concepts.
Strip binding = a thick strip of paper stapled onto the edge of a set of drawings, to make them look "neater"
Wire binding = a wire comb used to bind pages of a proposal or other important documents.
Two VERY different concepts, right? One is for drawings and is not very professional. The other is for proposals and important shit.
She just came up to me saying she needed to strip-bind a proposal. I was like, "Who asked you to strip-bind a proposal? That would look ridiculous..." After pulling some more data from that hollowness she calls her brain, I deduced that what she really needed was wire-binding. She was about to just throw some paper over a proposal and staple it together. ::smacks forehead::
Okay, clearly I'm grumpy and PMSing and this probably makes no sense to you guys...but just know how annoyed I am that she is this stupid.
Yeah, these are two separate posts in one.
Sometimes boys are jerks and piss me off. Okay, a lot of the time. But sometimes boys are sweet and I remember why I like them. I got these two texts yesterday:
From Rex: "Had fun seeing you last night...hope you're having a good day."
From Daniel (who has been in Lousiana for a week): "I think I kinda miss you. Can I see you tomorrow?" I responded of course, if he ever made it out of Kansas (he was texting from the road). He replied, "I'll make it. Just to see you."
Sometimes I hate my job. I've gotten used to people walking behind my chair ALLLLLL day long. But sometimes it still bugs me. And it also bugs me sometimes that EVERYONE bosses me around. And gives me the most asinine tasks. And it bugs me because I know (and they know) I'm capable of much more.
However, I just smile and when they say, "Sorry...I just don't have time to do this myself," I always reply, "Don't apologize, it's my job and I'm bored without the work." Even though I hate it, I know this has done wonders for how people view me at work.
June 17, 2008
In a drunken stupor, I had bet Leland that the surname "Petersen" is of Norwegian origin. He bet Danish. Actually, I had just said Scandinavian, but he said we should bet on the actual country.
I *just* remembered placing this bet. And I just researched it to discover he's right.
I owe him $5. Never place bets while drunk.
June 16, 2008
First, let me say, I have a huge crush on this guy. I've known him about a month now, and I still catch my breath when I see him. Moreover, I have no urge to see or talk to ________, which is big...since I've been so crazy over him all year long. More-moreover, I'm not even that interested in seeing other guys. The last two guys I slept with, I thought of Rex the whole time.
Anyhow, sooooooo...I hadn't seen Rex for a few days. He invited me over to his house last night. He had mentioned that he was hanging out with a friend, but he would send him home when I got there. I told him not to, that I didn't mind hanging with his friend too. So, I met his friend, Nate. The FIRST thing he says is, "So YOU'RE Kelli...I've heard a lot about you." I couldn't tell if he was just being polite, but the way he said it, I think Rex has been talking about me. Nate said something about Rex liking me a lot but I didn't quite hear that.
I think Nate and I hit it off really well. Neither of us watch tv and were kind of making fun of all the shit that was on (since Rex was watching it). We talked a lot about music and got so into it that we didn't really even notice Rex had left (to walk his dog) until he came back. I made him laugh a few times, we even told the same jokes at the same time, in response to something Rex said.
So, it's really lame, but I kind of feel like if I make a really good impression on his friend, that he'll like me even more. His dog already loves me, so I think that should me some more kudos.
I've subconsciously started categorizing men.
This occurred to me the other day. I would consider Leland a C-Lister. Daniel's a B-lister. You-know-who-I-won't-shut-up-about is an A-Lister.
It makes perfect sense in my head though. Given the chance, I'll always choose to hang out with Rex, which makes him an A-list guy. However, if he's not available or if I'm getting too attached, I have a second guy to fall back on...a guy that I don't like quite as much, but still like being around him: the B-list guy. If I'm not sure I'm even going to see a dude again, but probably will if I'm saucy enough or need an emergency date (and neither of the first two guys are free)...well, that would be the C-lister. I think I may even create a D-list category for those guys who have dropped off the radar completely, but if I were to call, would likely be up for hanging out.
I have my own form of dating down to a science, apparently.
::realizes I am completely objectifying men::
While hanging out with Leland, the conversation turned to golf. I told him I golf at Kennedy Golf Course. He said, "Oh yeah, I know where that is...it's right across the street from-----" and then he stopped and gave an "Oh shit" look. So I finished it for him: "It's right across the street from a strip club? It's okay, man. I go to them sometimes."
He laughed and gave a sigh of relief. He really thought he'd messed up by admitting he goes to a strip club.
I met Tori when we were in 7th grade. She, UTBFF, and I were best friends for years. Around 2003, she had made some racist remarks while we were drunk and it led to a spat between us. We didn't talk for about a month. When we did talk, we had a big falling-out. I decided to stop talking to her altogether because she was getting pretty hard into drugs and always had SO much drama going on (going to jail, etc.).
Then, a few nights ago, I happened across her myspace page and just left a brief "How have you been" message. Last night, she texted me and we've been texting back and forth. She said she's been clean for a few years now, has been seeing a nice girl (she had been dating some real crazy bitches for a while there), but has developed a blood infection. She sent pictures of her arm, and it looks horrible. It's covered in open sores and just looks awful. She said she's really worried it might have to be amputated. Scary...
I believe her...especially since she sent the photos. However, I can't help but think, man, drama really does follow her everywhere. Of course, it's not like she CAUSED this infection (unless it was indirectly caused by using needles or something).
Anyhow, it's pretty cool to be back in contact with her.
June 13, 2008
There's a big music festival downtown, with a bajillion local bands playing. The best part is that my two favorite local bands (Hot IQs and Paper Bird) are performing there. It's going to be a blast.
I'll be going with Kort (of course) and possibly Sean and.........
Leland. He's going to be my "date" for the event. This is the guy that we met just before the Hot IQs concert a couple weeks ago. We had passed each other in a gas station, made eye contact, and he caught up to us much farther down the road in order to meet us. We ended up having a drink with him and chatting. He's pretty cute and we had a good enough time. Although he seemed really surprised whenever I made him laugh...like he didn't expect that I might be funny. Anyhow, I'm sure there will be photos on Monday.
Leland is a part of my don't-get-too-attached-to-Rex regime. Always a good practice when trying to avoid relationships.
more than one guy means you don't respect your body?
So, I was chatting with a coworker and we were discussing weekend plans. Along the way, the subject turned to my dating several guys (I swear I didn't start it!) at a time. She said, "It sounds like you're approaching this in a very healthy way...I mean, you're just dating them...it's not like you're sleeping with them." I guess I blushed pretty hardcore, because she figured it out right away.
That turned the discussion to why am I not respecting my body... I explained that it has nothing to do with self-respect. I said it's fun, I enjoy it, and it's not like I'm using it to get a relationship out of a guy or anything. She replied, "But don't you think it would be more special if you only did it with someone you really care for?" Ummm...why?
Now, throughout this, we were cracking jokes and everything, so it's cool...but even a passing cw noted that she sounded awfully judgmental about the issue. I should note that she's single, in her late-30s and is a devout Catholic. Even so, way to press one's views onto another.
I personally don't see the connection between my seeing 2-3 guys at a time and my level of respect for myself (which I actually have plenty of).
June 12, 2008
We were running pretty late, so we missed most of Doobie Brothers set. What I saw of them, though, was excellent. They sound really good even after all this time. I was disappointed with Chicago's performance: partly because they sounded different and partly because they didn't play any of my favorite songs. Plus, it was super-cold outside. However, Rex sat behind me and kind of wrapped himself around me, so I stayed somewhat warm. Poor guy was wearing shorts, so I know he must have been chilly.
Although we had heard Chicago and Doobie Bros would have a jam session after the concert, we decided to leave. We went to Rex's place, _____________, and went to sleep.
Just a quick note: I really love this dude's little Southern accent. It's adorable. We saw some little bunnies while walking to the concert and he said something like: "Hi-ay little bunnehs! I just want tuh love on 'em..."** and he says things like dohg instead of dog or farred instead of fired. Little things like that.
**Um, except picture this in your mind as being said by a hot guy and not Britney Spears.
And just found out I'll probably have Kayden instead.
Kort and I met a guy on the street and we talked with him a while. We told him to call me Friday and possibly meet up for a drink. I don't think I'll meet him at all, though. Not that I wouldn't love to spend an hour listening to him talk about my butt. ::rolly eyes::
The guy I met yesterday while walking around also said he would call tomorrow about getting some coffee.
Just texted with a third guy, Leland, who I had met and hung out with a couple weeks ago. He is also wondering if I'm free tomorrow night.
If I do have Kayden after all (if Scott ends up having to work late), I'll just blow them off. However, if I'm free, I think I'll meet up with Contestant #3. He was cute and fairly intelligent.
June 11, 2008
I haven't showered in about 2-3 days. My hair is pulled into a greasy bun because it was forming dreadlocks. I have sweaty armpits from walking all over the city. My face is greasy. My pants are wrinkly and both my pants and shirt are too big for me.
And a dude approached me on the street to ask me out for coffee Friday night. Think he has low standards or just likes the dirty hippie look?
Don't know how I feel about a date with him, anyways. He doesn't really seem like my type (he wasn't emaciated, for starters). But he was actually able to look me in the eye and offered to meet for coffee instead of a drink (although he was quick to say he does drink...just not much) and seemed polite...so, I guess maybe it wouldn't be bad to just meet up for an hour or something.
So, I'm in the process of moving to my new place. I've had a lot of people exclaim, "So you sold your place?!" These are not only acquaintances but also good friends.
I don't really want to tell them I'm foreclosing, because then I feel the need to explain why so they don't think I'm just being irresponsible.
How should I handle this? Just lie and say I sold the house? "I'm in the process...So how about them Knicks?!"
June 10, 2008
For the most part, all of the guys Kort has been seeing this year are Colorado natives. Kort is a CO native herself.
All the guys I've dated were from out of state/country. I'm from another state.
Oh, and I've dated four guys with strong, discernible accents (Australian, Louisiana, South Carolina, Philadelphia).
This was just something we realized recently. Carry on.
June 9, 2008
I'm going to break down the weekend post into several because it was so jam-packed.
So, the trip to New Mexico started after Tom's concert. I had had about three large coffees to prepare for the trip...in addition to my earlier caffeine fixes. We started out at my work at midnight.
It was a blast and we sang at the top of our lungs and talked the whole way.
Here are a few key moments from the trip:
- Killing a dumb little bunny and two butterflies. Apparently my car hates cutesy animals.
Mourning the 'bunny foo-foo':
- Attempting to pose in front of the Welcome to New Mexico sign. This presented a problem because 1) it was 3 a.m. and extremely dark and creepy outside, 2) We both wanted to be in the picture, so I set auto-timer, but still managed to mess it up a bunch, 3) El Chupacabra was stalking us and we were really scared. Even so, I still grabbed Kort in the dark and made her nearly pee her pants.
We were a little freaked out whilst standing outside, and ran back into the car after the photos. I said, "I wonder where El Cupacabra lives.." Kort replied, "BEHIND THE NEW MEXICO SIGN!!!" and we both screamed and shivered a little. Nerds.
- We arrived in Rio Rancho, NM at 5:30 a.m.: an hour sooner than MapQuest predicted, and an hour before the vet's clinic opened. Score! First things first, we got some food. we were pretty much delirious by this point...me a little moreso, probably because of the caffeine overload.
We watched the sun rise from the parking lot of a casino:
But the car turned out to not be a very comfortable place to sleep:
- We decided to find a better spot to sleep. But as I started driving, I got pulled over for running a red light. The conversation went like this:
Officer: Do you know why I pulled you over?
Officer: You turned on a red light.
Kelli: :pause: :waiting for further explanation:
Officer: You didn't see those three large "No Right Turn on Red" signs?
Officer: You're from Colorado? Where are you headed?
Kelli: To find some food and then to the animal hospital.
Officer: :pause: The animal hospital?
Kelli: Yeah, my cat is there.
Officer: You know that's a $65 ticket?
Kelli: Really? That sucks.
Officer: Don't do it again. :walks away:
Kort: God, dude...I tried to tell you...
Kelli: Bitch is just lucky I didn't run into him while turning!! He should be thanking me. :drives away in a delirium, nearly causing an accident immediately:
Immidiately following the police contact:
- There is no grass in New Mexico. None. Now, we're used to Colorado which is incredibly green, with tons of parks and open space. So we decided to take a nap before the clinic opened. But there were NO parks, nothing. Finally, we found an lawn at the entrance to a residential neighborhood. So, right below a big "Welcome to Esplanade!" sign, we passed out on the grass and slept for about an hour.
- We finally got to the vet's office at 9:30-ish and picked up Scar Cat:
Cat in hand, we immediately headed back to Colorado:
At one point, we were too distracted by our fabulous conversation to realize the gas tank was on empty. It was a very scary time while we waited for the car (and subsequently, us) to die, since we were in the desert with no towns in sight. Fortunately, we found a random gas station just in the knick of time.
We knew we had hit the state of Colorado, because the land around us immediately turned green:
We got back to Denver around 4:00, showered, did some individual errands and met back up for the night's plans...which is another post.
Oh, when I brought Scar Cat home, he ran into every single room and just walked around in them. Then he ran back to me and snuggled the hell out of my face. I missed that cat so much. The other cats, however, are being little bitches to him. Dodo (who has never met him) has been hissing like a maniac whenever he's around. He doesn't even approach her or anything, but she runs up and hisses at him. Lily saw him and ran full-force to him and started yowling. It honestly looked like she was chewing him out for leaving her. She has since not been seen and I think is brooding in the basement.
I brought Kayden home on Sunday. At first he just walked in and overlooked Scar Cat. Then he did a double-take and yelled, "Pooooooper!!" Then he dropped down and they snuggled like crazy.