Que guay! Es de Puta Madre.

Already learning my Spanish phrases.

Barcelona is fabu.  I highly recommend it.  Sleeping in a postage stamp sized room and waking my sister up at 7 am.  It was when  looked over at her and she started groaning that I realized she was awake which prompted me to start with the “Let’s get up and go!”   Can’t get much more fun than that.

Gaudi was my man today.  I can’t believe he got hit by a bus.  How Master and Margarita like.

Hitting Girona tomorrow.  Must go eat tapas.

ttfn.

RE: A way cool video about how we perceive sound via sight.

Sparky sends me links all day. Like fifty a day with subject lines that describe it as “Way Cool” or “Awesome”. His interests vary. He’s one of those people who reads everything and follows every link which bring him more links and before he knows it, five hours have gone by and he is familiar with Henry V and the Tudors and somehow linked into anabolic steroids and the WWII Pacific Front and all the war heroes and villains. His mind is a sponge.

Now, confessing that I’m obviously not the best wife in the world, I don’t always get around to opening these links. I don’t know what they are and in many cases, I just don’t care that there is new steroid that they’ve had to make into an injectable pill (to be injected into the ear flesh of cattle) because body builders were abusing it. Chances are I’ll hear about this at the next vet appointment where Sparky ALWAYS discusses animal steroids for human use as he eyes the locked medicine cabinet. Thank god we don’t have a horse or a cow or i think our vet would refer us elsewhere.

When I worked at the bank, I got a ton of NSFW links from my dear Sparky. Having to explain to my boss that “I don’t hate fags and I only went to that horrible site because I clicked on a link that my boyfriend sent. I’m so sorry” and having my gay co-worker back me up with a “Really, she’s a total fag hag” made an impression on me. I’m not so quick to click.

However, today, he sent me a way cool video about how we perceive sound via sight. It only took me five minutes of asking him what it is before he explained it to me.

J: What is it?

S: It takes 60 seconds.

J: Okay, but what is it?

S: It’s way cool.

J: Yes, okay, BUT WHAT IS IT?

S: Don’t get mad, its just a cool link.

Anyway, it is way cool, totally SFW and worth the effort.

Thanks, Sparks.

Making Lemons into lem… Sangria!

So luck might not change anytime soon, but I’m moving on.

After the espresso machine broke, I figured out how to make coffee with a french press.  This might not seem like a big deal, but I have a serious history with seriously bad coffee.  But I took off those training wheels, put on my big girl panties and conquered the french press.

Then I took those same big girl panties off for a photo shoot with Tat last weekend.  A publisher requested that she do some photos using real women and not models for a book thingie.  I am nothing if not real.  A little odd at first, but it was fun and her photos are gorgeous.  I don’t even recognize myself.

I left for Paris right after.  Paris was GORGEOUS. All the poppies were out and the sky was a perfect blue the whole three days I was there.  Not a riot in sight and we traded the tear gas for warm spring breezes.  I ate snails and crepes and quiche and gelato and pretty much everything that sounded good.  We walked all day, everyday and I ended up a couple of kilos lighter.  Not too shabby. By the time I left I could even say merci and au revoir without sounding like a total poseur.

I’m back from Hamburg for good now.  We took the final load from the house on Saturday morning.

Ollie’s stitches are out and he’s walking a bit better. Sparky calls him Three and a Half, I call him Hop-a-long.  He’s getting there, the little guy.  I have to say, he was pretty much a snuggle cat before and now he’s even more snuggly and loving.  It could definitely be worse.

I leave for Barcelona on Wednesday night.  I’m very much looking forward to this trip with my sister.  I plan on tiring her out with Gaudi, Gaudi and more Gaudi.  And the sun and the beach and the Med because redheads love the sun. And the sangria.  And the paella.  Dude.  We had better walk alot.

Bad Moon Rising

If I had no luck at all…

I have had the worst luck in the last few weeks. I’ve had nothing to write about because it has been so bad, I can’t even find humor in it. Yes, the girl who can find humor in a dead mother can’t find a joke to save her life.

A short glum list:

• Ollie had to have a second surgery and is thus confined to a playpen for a longer period of time (his bad luck)
• I lost my diamond anniversary bracelet
• I spent a day with my mother-in-law
• Killed a phone with the simple touch of my hand
• Chipped our granite counter-top opening a cheap bottle of wine
• Two words - Root canal
• My hair is now a color in between cat piss yellow and 80s skater bronze (you know, those dark haired guys who bleached only the bangs but badly so it came out a orangey brassy bronzey color)
• Fertility drugs are kicking my ass
• Thought I was out of Hamburg, moved everything back… I’ll be driving up again on Sunday.

Trust me, the rest is worse. I don’t want to depress you. Let’s just say that I should forget about fertility drugs and just try it the old fashion way because it is so not the right time to have a kid that Ironus would definitely choose this month to drop a kid in to the House of Flying Cats. Not one, but three, all at the same time with two mouths each.

I will go to Paris next week. For a whole 1.5 days. All of which will be spent in a conference.

Why?

Because sometimes bodies do not do what is expected of them, thus forcing the cognitive part of said body to reschedule all other tasks to fly a day late at great expense to catch up with the other body necessary to not completely waste 500 euros worth of injections. Hopefully, Sparky and I can avoid being tear gassed like we were on our honeymoon. (No, it wasn’t S/M gone awry, it was an omen a riot we inadvertently walked into.)

I looked up Luck on Wikipedia and it made me want to kick my computer in the head. I, however, do not currently have the funds to replace this machine so its safe for now.

I’m going to go throw salt around. I’ll probably just get it in my eye or an open wound, but it’s better than just leaving things to the universe, right?