As you know, Andrea, I have 3 cats right now. B'sidhe, Polgara, and Cleopatra.
Well, in preparing for the roadtrip to see you, I had to figure out how to keep the cats fed and watered for about 4 days.
This shouldn't have been a problem, except that I needed to get what's known as a gravity feeder. Located one, and it held approximately 10 cups of food.
Which, properly rationed, is 10 days worth of food.
Please note, properly rationed.
I filled the thing before I left the house on Tuesday. I got home early Sunday morning, and found crumbs.
4 days. And honestly, I do believe I know who the culprit is. It's Cleopatra.
Her favorite position is a face plant on the food bowl.
Well, just wanted to rant.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Road trip pictures Mission, Kansas 2009
Well, I'm currently trying to upload the road trip pictures - and not having much success unfortunately.
I do have an album set up on Facebook, here's a link: Kansas Road Trip.
It'll have to do until Blogger gets its shit together.
I do have an album set up on Facebook, here's a link: Kansas Road Trip.
It'll have to do until Blogger gets its shit together.
Friday, October 23, 2009
KC Road Trip Day 2 The day I cooked
'kay, Grandpa Don's bitching because he's trying to sleep and I want to get this down. So I'm going to make it quick.
Your biological father is a dickhead.
There. I said it. And I stand behind that statement. Despite the spin you're going to have applied to the situation by your mom, your dad, your biological father... don't care who.
Just check the police records for domestics during this time, October 2009.
Love you, darlin... but you need the unvarnished truth.
And this is it. Your biological father is unfortunately, one world class dickhead. While I have a lot to say about this situation, for once, I'm going to be relatively good and not say shit aside from what I already have.
Addendum: I'm back in Atlanta now and have reread what I posted. I still stand behind it.
Your biological father is a world class dickhead.
Your biological father is a dickhead.
There. I said it. And I stand behind that statement. Despite the spin you're going to have applied to the situation by your mom, your dad, your biological father... don't care who.
Just check the police records for domestics during this time, October 2009.
Love you, darlin... but you need the unvarnished truth.
And this is it. Your biological father is unfortunately, one world class dickhead. While I have a lot to say about this situation, for once, I'm going to be relatively good and not say shit aside from what I already have.
Addendum: I'm back in Atlanta now and have reread what I posted. I still stand behind it.
Your biological father is a world class dickhead.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Kansas road trip October 2009
Well, we're here. Your reaction when I introduced you to Theodore was everything and more I wanted.
And yes, of course I took pictures - however, like an idiot the one accessory I didn't bring was the camera to the laptop connection. So, as of right now, I have over a hundred pictures of you and can't upload a single one of them.
I also took pictures during the road trip which are in the same situation.
Can't upload the damn things. So this will have to serve as an interim solution to this conundrum.
You're napping right now, so I'm taking this quiet moment to post this.
As soon as I get a connection to the laptop, the pictures are getting uploaded and then I'll post them, I promise.
I'm probably also going to be sending them to Facebook, so they'll be in more than one place.
Anyway, Grandpa Don is currently sitting in front of your Mom's desktop trying to get it cleaned down so it'll run better. I'm going to sign off and watch. It should be entertaining.
And yes, of course I took pictures - however, like an idiot the one accessory I didn't bring was the camera to the laptop connection. So, as of right now, I have over a hundred pictures of you and can't upload a single one of them.
I also took pictures during the road trip which are in the same situation.
Can't upload the damn things. So this will have to serve as an interim solution to this conundrum.
You're napping right now, so I'm taking this quiet moment to post this.
As soon as I get a connection to the laptop, the pictures are getting uploaded and then I'll post them, I promise.
I'm probably also going to be sending them to Facebook, so they'll be in more than one place.
Anyway, Grandpa Don is currently sitting in front of your Mom's desktop trying to get it cleaned down so it'll run better. I'm going to sign off and watch. It should be entertaining.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Road Trip!
Yay! I'm sitting here waiting on Enterprise to call and say they're on their way to pick me up so I can get the car for the road trip.
Which means that in just a matter of hours, your Grandpa Don and I will be there - tired, stinky from the trip, but there to see you and your mom.
The plan is to leave early Wednesday morning from Grandpa Don's house and drive straight through til we get there.
I'm bringing my laptop, so I might blog from the road, or at least from your house.
I can't wait to see your face when I introduce you to Theodore... (that's the big bear) - he's about as big as you are!
I'm also bringing you a dragon ... since every Princess should have a dragon around. But don't worry, he's friendly.
I'm so excited! I hope you remember this in a couple of years - if not, this will serve as your memory jog. (Grin)
Okay, got to run - last minute details to deal with here.
I'll be seeing you soon, darling!
Which means that in just a matter of hours, your Grandpa Don and I will be there - tired, stinky from the trip, but there to see you and your mom.
The plan is to leave early Wednesday morning from Grandpa Don's house and drive straight through til we get there.
I'm bringing my laptop, so I might blog from the road, or at least from your house.
I can't wait to see your face when I introduce you to Theodore... (that's the big bear) - he's about as big as you are!
I'm also bringing you a dragon ... since every Princess should have a dragon around. But don't worry, he's friendly.
I'm so excited! I hope you remember this in a couple of years - if not, this will serve as your memory jog. (Grin)
Okay, got to run - last minute details to deal with here.
I'll be seeing you soon, darling!
Monday, October 12, 2009
Road trip pre-diary October 2009
Well, it's taken a few tries, but I've managed to secure the car for the trip. I started by using the various travel websites, and actually found what I thought was going to be a deal and reserved it. The only issue I had was that the pickup location was in Downtown Atlanta - and when I went to change it, I found that the car would be even cheaper out at the airport.
So, I cancelled the original and set it up for an airport pickup, which would have been easier because I could and would have taken the train to the airport instead of driving.
Well, because I don't use credit cards, I only use what's known (or was known) as a "debit card", I had to call the car company to find out what rules were in place for using it instead of a credit card. There wasn't an issue there, however the person at the car company and I got to talking, and I mentioned that I had set my reservation to pick the car up at the airport - when she asked me what time my flight got in, I said I wasn't flying in, I was picking the car up to do a road trip - at which point she said that to rent out of the airport and get the rate I was seeing, I was going to have to show my round trip ticket at the counter.
So that killed that reservation. We got to talking further, and she did some further checking, and found a relatively comparable rate at a location around a mile to a mile and a half away from here - which in and of itself is a win win.
Then it turns out that the location is closed on Sundays (our expected return date) and I'll have to drop the car off on Monday instead. For no additional cost.
Anyway, the car is now secured. I talked your Grandpa Don into going with a full size car rather than an economy for a couple of reasons - first and foremost, I don't want to drive or ride with my knees in my chest - and that, unfortunately tends to be the case with 99.9% of "economy" cars.
Second, I wanted room in the car to bring you some friends.
Before you were born, I made a promise to your mother that I wouldn't send up any big bears until you were walking, and at that point, all bets were off regarding you and stuffed animals.
Well, you're walking now.
Just you wait until you see what Grandpa Merlin is bringing for you.
Your mother is gonna wanna kill me.
But I don't care - you're my sunshine and I have every intention of spoiling you rotten and having the time of my life doing it.
So, I cancelled the original and set it up for an airport pickup, which would have been easier because I could and would have taken the train to the airport instead of driving.
Well, because I don't use credit cards, I only use what's known (or was known) as a "debit card", I had to call the car company to find out what rules were in place for using it instead of a credit card. There wasn't an issue there, however the person at the car company and I got to talking, and I mentioned that I had set my reservation to pick the car up at the airport - when she asked me what time my flight got in, I said I wasn't flying in, I was picking the car up to do a road trip - at which point she said that to rent out of the airport and get the rate I was seeing, I was going to have to show my round trip ticket at the counter.
So that killed that reservation. We got to talking further, and she did some further checking, and found a relatively comparable rate at a location around a mile to a mile and a half away from here - which in and of itself is a win win.
Then it turns out that the location is closed on Sundays (our expected return date) and I'll have to drop the car off on Monday instead. For no additional cost.
Anyway, the car is now secured. I talked your Grandpa Don into going with a full size car rather than an economy for a couple of reasons - first and foremost, I don't want to drive or ride with my knees in my chest - and that, unfortunately tends to be the case with 99.9% of "economy" cars.
Second, I wanted room in the car to bring you some friends.
Before you were born, I made a promise to your mother that I wouldn't send up any big bears until you were walking, and at that point, all bets were off regarding you and stuffed animals.
Well, you're walking now.
Just you wait until you see what Grandpa Merlin is bringing for you.
Your mother is gonna wanna kill me.
But I don't care - you're my sunshine and I have every intention of spoiling you rotten and having the time of my life doing it.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Road Trip October 2009 The Diary
Andrea - this is going to be the first trans dimensional occurrence for us... in that I'm going to be referencing something that will occur involving the two of us, and it'll also be a shared memory - because it happened to you and you'll remember it when you read this.
For example, this is the first time that we will meet.
(You'll also be meeting your Grandpa Don at the same time, but this is my blog so the focus is on you and me.)
I cannot wait. Your Grandpa Don is going to be a stick in the mud when he finds out how many bears I want to bring you, though. So I might be stuck bringing up just one big one (or two if I sacrifice a suitcase)
What I'm getting at is that Grandpa Don and I are planning on renting a car in Atlanta and driving up to see you and your mom. At last!
You've met your Great Gramma Susan, and your Uncle Tommy, now you get to meet Grandpas Don and Merlin.
I have a number of special bears that are waiting to come live with you, Andrea. If they can't come all at once then they'll just have to wait their turn. I hope you're still friends with Pinky - he's the most special of them all. Your mother's going to hate me, I know it - oh well, what are grandparents for except to spoil the grandkids?
For example, this is the first time that we will meet.
(You'll also be meeting your Grandpa Don at the same time, but this is my blog so the focus is on you and me.)
I cannot wait. Your Grandpa Don is going to be a stick in the mud when he finds out how many bears I want to bring you, though. So I might be stuck bringing up just one big one (or two if I sacrifice a suitcase)
What I'm getting at is that Grandpa Don and I are planning on renting a car in Atlanta and driving up to see you and your mom. At last!
You've met your Great Gramma Susan, and your Uncle Tommy, now you get to meet Grandpas Don and Merlin.
I have a number of special bears that are waiting to come live with you, Andrea. If they can't come all at once then they'll just have to wait their turn. I hope you're still friends with Pinky - he's the most special of them all. Your mother's going to hate me, I know it - oh well, what are grandparents for except to spoil the grandkids?
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Reunions again
God love Facebook - unbelievably, (at least for me) I've recently been able to reconnect with family from my past. Gaelen and Joyce Gilbert. We haven't been in touch for over 15 years.
Andrea, you're my grand-niece, however Gaelen is my nephew - exactly what that's going to make him to you only time will tell. He's a great kid, although I'm basing that on what I know of his mother, and how she raised him. And of course, my experiences with him from the time he was a gleam in his father's eye.
His father was Gene Gilbert, also known to me as Lord Adrian, a 2nd degree High Priest at Ravenwood. And his wife was the Lady Helena. Both were dear friends of mine, and for a long time indeed they were the family structure I depended on.
I grew to know her mother, Hattie, and Gene's mother, Sarah - and when Hattie was dying, I moved in with them so that Joyce could spend as much time at the hospital as she needed.
I got the kids off to school in the morning and I got Gene home from work at night, with money in his pocket to boot. (He was working as a waiter at Limerick Junction, an "Irish" pub in Virginia Highlands)
That's another story - I'll have to cover it later.
And then, a month after Jo's mother died, Sam died.
Anyway, Joyce has always been like a sister to me - we fell apart shortly after the last time she and Gene broke up... and she moved from Lake Lanier back down to Griffin.
Shortly after this, Grandpa Don and I broke up ... and things kinda went to hell and I lost touch with her, and didn't persue contact.
But thanks to Facebook, I found them again.
Not to mention finding Camille - (Muffy) - I've known her since the days before Internet - back when you had to dial into a common server to chat or interact with a limited number of people...as a matter of fact, from the same BBS that I met your Grandpa Don on.
Ain't it grand?
Andrea, you're my grand-niece, however Gaelen is my nephew - exactly what that's going to make him to you only time will tell. He's a great kid, although I'm basing that on what I know of his mother, and how she raised him. And of course, my experiences with him from the time he was a gleam in his father's eye.
His father was Gene Gilbert, also known to me as Lord Adrian, a 2nd degree High Priest at Ravenwood. And his wife was the Lady Helena. Both were dear friends of mine, and for a long time indeed they were the family structure I depended on.
I grew to know her mother, Hattie, and Gene's mother, Sarah - and when Hattie was dying, I moved in with them so that Joyce could spend as much time at the hospital as she needed.
I got the kids off to school in the morning and I got Gene home from work at night, with money in his pocket to boot. (He was working as a waiter at Limerick Junction, an "Irish" pub in Virginia Highlands)
That's another story - I'll have to cover it later.
And then, a month after Jo's mother died, Sam died.
Anyway, Joyce has always been like a sister to me - we fell apart shortly after the last time she and Gene broke up... and she moved from Lake Lanier back down to Griffin.
Shortly after this, Grandpa Don and I broke up ... and things kinda went to hell and I lost touch with her, and didn't persue contact.
But thanks to Facebook, I found them again.
Not to mention finding Camille - (Muffy) - I've known her since the days before Internet - back when you had to dial into a common server to chat or interact with a limited number of people...as a matter of fact, from the same BBS that I met your Grandpa Don on.
Ain't it grand?
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