New Sherlock Homes Movie.

I think this movie could go either way. Love Sherlock Holmes, love, love, love Robert Downey Jr.. But it could turn out like Wild, Wild West. If we see Burger King rolling out Sherlock Holmes toys with the kid's meals, we'll say it's a bad sign.

I have no desire to see Land of the Lost. I actually prefer the original show. The sets always seemed calming to me, like they were painted by Bob Ross. Minus the T-Rex, of course.

How to Toilet Train Your Cat.

I will get back to you to let you know how this works. I may cause a revolution in my house.

Nothing Relavent Yet......

I haven't blogged in what feels like ages. Okay, it has rained for days. My service for the past week is shot. TV pretty much sucks. I know everyone is all over American Idol and Dancing with the Stars. Not me. I just can't get into it. Jason says that I've sort of turned into my dad. I could watch the weather for hours. I don't know what the fascination is. I can't believe I spelled fascination right.

The rain has helped me catch up on projects and the letter writing. I cleaned out BOTH of Jason's closets. I have a pile of stuff for Goodwill and a few items for ebay. I would really like to replenish my Pay Pal account. I depleted it with the U2 tickets. I can't believe it is almost June. My yard is really green. Everything is doing really well. The only problem is that I left out my patio set and hammock. I will have to let them dry out before I could use them. With the rain, who knows when that will be.

Evalyn was suppose to take me to her two studies today. Because of the rain, she's inside all day sewing. She told me to stop by and get some fresh seaweed soup. I ltook her to the Korean market on Saturday. That place is so awesome. It's like going to another country. I didn't like the slice of rice flour cake. It looked so appetizing colored like Neopolitan ice cream. Looks can be deceiving.

Yum. I want to make wontons and brownies for Jess's last day tomorrow. I was suppose to go to lunch with them today, but I have so much to do. I am not sure if I will have time or the gumption to make wontons today. I don't want the house to smell like a Chinese restaurant today. Cat box, yes. Chinese restaurant, no. Just kidding. I hope my house never smells like a litter box.

Speaking of litter boxes, I picked up a little book called How to Toilet Train Your Cat- 21 Days to A Litter-Free Home. I started to read it, and it seems plausible. I just don't think my retarded cats would get it. I would probably stir up even more anxiety problems in them. I would love to have a house without a litter box.

I do disagree a lot with the author. He doesn't believe in putting a litter box in a laundry room because of the detergents. He doesn't think you should use slotted scoop. I think he thinks you should stick with clumping litter. I hate clumping litter. I actually hate the idea of any litter.


The things I think of when it's pouring down rain.

Work Related Stuff

Yesterday was certainly interesting. With a possibly rabid coon in our courtyard at the office, there was plenty of drama to go round. My boss startsed freaking out that everyone was interested in having this creature captured. I think he thought we were all just sitting around doing nothing. Not the case. We were making the streets of Fern Park a little less rabid. Doing our community a favor. I was kind of sad he had to be euthanised. But I guess it is state law or something.

I guess I would be a little selfish to say that I deserve another vacation. I know I just went, but I would really like another one.

I have my mom's ancient dog staying with us while they have their house fumigated. A constant reminder that I don't want a dog. She has been good so far. I have her in the over-sized shower in the master bath. If she pees, I can just hose it down. It's that simple.

I've been trying to prepare for service better. I think it would make it more enjoyable. I feel that I have been lacking. I've prepared my day and the presentations that I want to give. It will help me to do better and take it more seriously.

I spent the day with Christina on Tuesday. We had a nice meal at the Willow Tree in Sanford. Excellent German food.

Eggs in Purgatory

I didn't know what I wanted for dinner last night. I found a recipe in Food Network Magazine that I wanted to try a while back. I remembered it last night in the shower.


Eggs in Purgatory

1 cup pasta sauce
2 eggs
parm cheese
pepper

Simmer sauce in skillet. Crack eggs over sauce and cover. Cook until whites are done. Sprinkle with pepper and cheese. Enjoy!

It was so simple yet so good. Exactly what I wanted for dinner.

Busy busy week.

I've had so much to do in the last week. My head feels like it is spinning. Between dj gigs, getting together with old friends, work, cats, birds, and every day life. One thing at a time.

Jason and I were woken up at 2:30 in the morning last Thursday by the police. No one ever wants the police to be at their door at 2;30 am. for anything. This was actually a good deed. My brake lights were stuck on. If he hadn't woken us up, I would have had a dead battery. Thinking something was terribly wrong with the white car, I would have called the mechanic and wasted his time over a dead battery.

I learned something from that experience. My paper arrives very, very early. At 2:30 it was already there. Talk about prompt service.

I spayed another of my garden kitties. That my nice way of saying "stray." Jason decided on the name Trixie because she sort of did a trick by jumping into my arms when I got near her. She stayed in my bathroom all weekend. I had to throw her out because she refused to use the litterbox. She was so sweet inside. I thought she'd stay that way. She won't even let me touch her now. I think she is upset with me for fixing her and not allowing her to have her love litter. Yes, she was a little bit pregnant. opps.

I had to save a baby blue jay for infinite destruction, aka owls and the garden kitties. I don't think the baby blue jay or his parents would appreciate my sweet nickname for the cats. After successfully rescuing the birdie from the cats, I let it fly onto the carpet in front of Bronx. It was okay, until I stepped on him. He screamed like I killed him. Then his little black eyes rolled back into his head and his neck swung around like it was broken. I felt like scum. I kept him in the bathroom over night in one of Bronx's cat carriers with some seeds and some mashed up cat food. I rushed him to the Haven in Altamonte the next day. One more bird on this earth to poop on my car. He was pretty cute, though.

Got my U2 tickets. I don't know I mentioned that earlier. I'm super psyched because they are floor seats.