Home Searching!

As most of you know, Sam and I have been looking for a house... since about March or April. We put an offer in on this house ... and it fell through because of our stupid loan agent not doing her part. She waited until the last possible minute to get us the loan and then realized she couldn't pre-qualify us. Dumb woman.

So we keep looking at houses almost every weekend and sometimes during the week. Last night, we visited this house and I fell in love. I'm not sure why (probably the kitchen and the HUGE backyard the pictures don't show), but I did. The kitchen has all new appliances and they're staying. :) heh. The house itself needs a little TLC, as the listing says, but it's not bad TLC like some of the hother houses we've seen. This house needs a little paint, a little hardwood love, wall texture removal, and a new master bathroom... maybe a little sheet rock to make the "garage" truly enclosed so we can eventually put a pool table out there. One thing is for sure... we're going to need to buy a weed whacker and one of those roto-tiller machines for the backyard. It's HUGE (almost a half acre) and it's full of weeds. Other than that... I think we're sold.

We're going to put an offer in when I return from LA. :) Yay!

Spazz!

Apparently, Odin is a spazz. In fact, last night, he decided to play with the shower curtain. He ran into the bathroom, played with the shower curtain and ran out. Ran back in, huffing and puffing, and then ran out. He kept going back and forth... so I ran and got my camera. Of course, he had gotten a little tired by that point, so I got what I could. But I could only get so much before my camera died... stupid battery! I think I need a new camera... heh ;)

(Sorry it's so dark... it's always so dark when I upload it, but so much lighter on my computer!)

Good thing- you can hear him meow. And imagine that like 10x over and over and over... That's what he's like when it's food time.



Notice at the end of the spazz attack, Grimm comes into the bathroom. He wants to know what all the commotion is about. He's wondering why Odin is freaking out and is probably thinking, "It's just a bathroom, dummy!"

I'm sitting here at work...

As my title says, I really am sitting here at work... and I am thinking...
My co-worker told me that a typical human has about 10,000 thoughts a day. A DAY.
That seems a little crazy to me.
So I thought I might make a short tally of what I think throughout the day... and see if I get anywhere near 10,000. :) I'm such a dork, I know.

My tummy feels icky.
I think I'm hungry.
My boss is slowly losing her mind.
Stupid charts.
Wow, only 800 calories that day?
I wish.
I don't wanna file papers in charts today.

Ok. Nevermind.
There is NO WAY I can type everything I'm thinking.
I guess my co-worker is right.
Too many thoughts in a day to keep track of.

Odin!

Oh! Something shiny! Oh! OH!
Gotta have it! Gotta play!!!

Wait... Food. I'm hungry!
/meow x10
/meow x10


SHINY! Toy! My jingle bell ball! Yipppeeee!!

FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD.
I'm hungry.
/meow x10

Please?
No... no please... NOW, damnit.
/meow x10

I'm hungry now.
Feed me!
/meow x10


Toy! CATNIP!
/purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Hold me! Hold me!
Love me! Love me!

/purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

/meow x10

Grimm...

HA HA!
I have taken over my mom's computer while she's passed out on the couch! I don't think she feels good. She came home earlier from work than usual and she picked me up and practically forced me onto the couch with her. She usually only does that if she doesn't feel good... or she thinks I need attention or whatever. Bah.

Ya know, I haven't been getting much alone time lately. This last weekend, mom and dad had a LOT of people in MY house and I didn't appreciate it at all. In fact, you see all those people in the picture up there? Yeah. They were all crowded into my house. Damn them all. Jerks. At one point there were 12 people at my house... and my mom had the crazy idea to make lasagna! She turned on the oven and I nearly died from the heat! All I wanted was some peace and quiet, but nooooooo... They played that stupid game where people attempt to sing and others use these strange looking pieces of plastic... and they think that's fun? Bah. They have yet to know what fun is.

Fun is sleeping in late... especially at the foot of the bed so no one can move comfortably in the middle of the night. Fun is holding your little "brother," or as I like to call him "pain in my ass," down while you beat him up. Fun is rolling around on the floor with catnip and playing with feather toys. Fun is not that stupid loud game. I know they like it; but they're so behind in their thinking.

Damnit, Odin! Away!

Ok, good. He's gone.

Back to what I wanted to talk about...
World Domination.

It shall be MINE, ALL MINE!
MUAHAHAHA!