...and one more of mom and me in ann arbor, while dad was in grad school....

More old pictures: Amy & Emily....

Is Amy holding a KNIFE? Probably.

My cats are of the "DON'T YOU FUCKING HOLD ME" variety...

...which is precisely why I always try to hold them. Little fuckers.

My favorite pictures of Em....EVER!

She's the one on the right, in case you couldn't guess....

Year of the Motha Fucking House!

Even though Dyl and I had a house, we had to get a different house and move to make this year truly the year of the house for the Lein Girlz 3. So after much stress and completely freaking out, we closed this morning and will move this Saturday.

Lots of snow? check.

Cold streak coming through on Saturday? check.

Dylan's amazingly productive fam ready to help us move? check. Good to go.

Pregnant lady who can't move but will get to clean and deal with the folks installing carpet in the new place? oh hell yeah. The second trimester does have a few perks.

Trek back to Mindrot to visit the fellow Lein Girlz and rental units for x-mas? unfortunately no. But a large box adorned with sushi tape laden with gifts has already arrived for their opening pleasure.

MUAHAHAHAHAHA !!!!!

I am not my coworker's keeper

People frequently stop by my desk. Not because they want to see me, but because they want to talk to the people who sit near me....people who happen to not be at their desks at that particular moment.
The stymied person-seeker then scratches their head and looks around, as if expecting their absent colleague to suddenly spring up from behind their desk and yell "TA-DA!!". The seeker exhales impatiently, taps their foot, glares at their watch, and then turns to the nearest coworker....who happens to be me.

"Have you seen so-and-so? When will they be back?" They inquire, staring at me with scrunched-up Eyebrows of Confusion.

"Oh, they're in the men's room giving hand jobs." I'll mentally respond while shaking my head 'no'.

"Yeah, they had to go pick up their Klan robes at the cleaners" I may inaudibly add, or perhaps even (not):

"So-and-so? Oh didn't you HEAR? They died in a freak gardening accident on Sunday"

One time, a visitor to the office merely bellowed "MEN"S ROOM" at me. More of a statement than a question, really. Did I go to grad school to be a men's room pointer-outer? I think not. Fuckers.

We got a 3rd Kitty!

Not sure how I lost this argument--oh wait, I am a pushover! That's right! Anyway, much to Lucy-cat's dismay, we have a new 6 month old kitty, and we have yet to pick a name (just brought her home on Sunday.) She has the gassy problem that Ricky ("Rickett's" or "Rikki Tikki Tavi" SP?!?!) had, but she is very sweet and curious and fun. Bosco is getting closer to not hating her with each passing moment. But Lucy STILL hates Bosco after several years, so this is going to be tough on her. Which is why I thought it was such a bad idea at first (see earlier note about my being a pushover). But what can I say? I love this new little sprout! But we don't think "Sprout" is a great name. Someday I'll get a picture of her on the blog. And some day I'll actually download the pix of our house too...or I'll try to make Rob do it for me. I am leveraging everything against the fact that I agreed to get a 3rd cat. I'll let you know how that pans out.

How to annoy your husband, part 378

Sing "The Twelve Days of Christmas" over and over, gradually substituting "french horns" for every noun in the song.

The Playmobil Nun and Monty Burns...

Thanks to Poppy Cedes http://poppycede.blogspot.com/ for alerting me to the existence of the busty Playmobil Nun!!! It didn't take long before Mr. Burns caught a look at her cleavage and made his move.....

I think it's safe to say that the housewarming party was a complete success...