January 16th, 2002


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Hey Gang,

I just thought I'd put up a couple fabric images in case you could use them for anything. I think they come in handy for backgrounds, you can tweak them and use them in collages, or just use them as wallpaper or print them out and use them on cards.

These are all vintage barcloth from the 40's. I looove barcloth, it's so great for covering funny old furniture that you can get for nothing at thrift stores or at garage sales. I had this great vintage recliner that I covered in a rose patterned print but I didn't have anywhere for it when we moved here so I gave it to Esther.

I was in such a bad mood yesterday, I miss my little friend, I just gte sick of telling you when cat's die because when you have a billion pets it happens more often than it does for most people. He was such a great little guy and he was only two years old so I just don't get it. We're thinking it must have been inbreeding or a poor heart, I'm trying not to think about it too much, I think he's in a better place, at least I pray that he is.

I've been dreaming about my Dad lately too. I had prayed that he would come visit me in my dreams and then he did. I'm really happy about that. Okay, fabric.

It's so beautiful outside right now, rainy, grey, foreboding. I loooove grey skies, the way they look right before a big storm, reminds me of England.

Hey, guess what I added to my reading pile? Danny Bonaduce's Random Acts of Badness, it's great, he's so funny, so bright, a fun read about his insane past.

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Prayer Request for my Cat Friends.

That last post was written yesterday. Today we're getting all of the teenager kitties fixed. I get really nervous about this kind of thing. It's probably the reason why I always wait too long to take care of it, and we wind up with kittens. There's this horrible percentage of anesthesia related deaths, when performing neuters and spays, and I'm terrified something will happen to one of my cats, and I will be responsible for it, by having had an elective surgery performed on them. I'd rather they be intact, spraying, mating, rasing hell and making trouble, than dead. I know this only makes sense to a big mushy oversensitive baby like me. Plus I hate it when people say stupid things like, well, you know the incidence of uterine and testicular cancer is much higher for these cats without these surgeries, which is utterly stupid. Of course my chances of getting breast cancer would be greatly reduced BY MY NOT HAVING BREASTS, or a uterus, or your having testicles. Sheesh. The vets are here, gotta go. Please say a prayer for my kitties?

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I wish I could afford this magazine. It's on ebay and there may be an Alfred Cheney Johnston photograph inside, sigh. How am I going to find a way to make enough money to support my taste and shopping habits? Any ideas.

Here are a couple more, sigh. I'd love to have these covers to frame.


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Robbed at Ralph's, Cats Okay Sort Of

I was robbed at Ralph's tonight, well, not at gunpoint or anything, but some jerk stole my wallet. I left it in the front part of the basket, you know where the kids sit. I put a head of lettuce on it, and a bag of M&M's, the crispy kind, in front of it. I thought, that'll hide it, no one will see it there, and I kept a close eye on it. The only time it was out of my sight was when Beau spilled a bunch of black licorice jelly bellys and needed help cleaning them up.

Stupid wallet stealing jerk. They got away with two hundred dollars cash, all my credit cards, (ATM, Visa, a MasterCard of my Mom's, my calling card, etc.), and two prescriptions. One was for Ritalin, bet they're happy about that The other one was from my dentist for my recent dental work, it was for eight Vicodin. I love Vicodin, oh well. I can replace the cards, and I'll get over the loss of the money, but the things I'm the saddest about losing are my Dad's drivers license, an old driver's license of my Mom's, and a photo booth strip of pictures of Scott and me kissing : ( So mean. Scott and I can take another picture, but my Dad is gone, and I treasured his last license, it kept him close to me.

Of course I didn't notice it was gone until they had already rung up most of a four hundred dollar market trip, then came that panicky moment, the one you dread, where you have bags of groceries and suddenly, your wallet is missing. Oh man, the embarrassment, the discomfort, and these guys weren't the friendliest bunch of people either. They were all on slow speed robot auto mode or something. I had to force them to care, a little bit. Although they did say I could come in tomorrow and take a look at the security tape. That'll be weird. Just imagine what it would be like if you could replay any moment of your life like that. I'll be able to see myself come into the market, try a sample piece of grapefruit, do some shopping, help Beau clean up the jellybeans, and somewhere along the way see my wallet fall out and get picked up by someone who runs off with it, or see someone steal it out of my cart when my back is turned. I'm looking forward to it in a way, kind of like getting back a missing piece of time or something. Jerks.

Cat wise, everyone is okay. Thanks for your kind thoughts and prayers!!!! Sadly though four of the boys couldn't be fixed. The doctor discovered heart murmurs in three of them and Mini Mini Mini Chippy is too full of cold. I figured they wouldn't be able to work on Mini Mini Mini but I'm sad about the other guys. I'm guessing this is what has been killing the cats, this heart defect which is probably due to inbreeding. All of the teenager cats are related in some way, to a line of very inbred Cornish Rex kitties, I adopted from a friend in San Diego. God, that means this batch of kittens could be sick too, oh man. Big sigh.

Oh and poor Beau went flying over the handle bars of his bike. He's really interested in dirt bike jumping and BMX stuff now. I bought him a little ramp at Toys R. Us and he went over it but landed on his front tire and the bike is too light for that, so he flew forward. Luckily I fore him to wear all kinds of protective gear so he just hurt his wrist and his chest is bruised. De ja vue, I think I must have told you guys about this already. Okay, well, back I go to call more credit card companies.

Love ya,