February 7th, 2002

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Mother and My Answering Machine

I have this aversion to ringing telephones, doorbells and honking cars. Gee I wonder why? This morning my phone rang and I thought, Hey, I'm a big brave gal, I can do this, so I took a deep breath and answered it. Worst possible scenario, it was Mother's secretary, (oh joy it must be Thursday,) calling to tell me that they are not going to pay the pet food, or vet bills any more, and I'll just simply have to pay for them myself, or give all my pets away.
Needless to say I freaked. I told Tina (the so-called secretary) there was no way I could do this on my severely limited income and that they know that, then I hung up on her. I called back, got my Mother in person, so she couldn't hide behind her secretary, and told her that this was precisely the reason why I don't want to sign my building back over to her, because when she pulls stuff like this I will be helpless, and then I hung up on her. The phone rang many many times after that. I didn't answer it. I'm dreading checking my messages, plus they'll be extra mean because they don't like having to listen to the Hamster Dance version of I'm Too Sexy, before they can yell at me.

Remember that woman who uploaded all of her mother's annoying phone messages to her web site? How did she do that? Any thoughts on how I can share my messages with you?
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I was at the pet store tonight and this woman came in. She looked like a model, tall and thin, beautiful in that weird way that successful models are. You know what I mean? Too thin with a kind of nervous hunted look. She kept avoiding contact until she checked us out pretty thoroughly and eventually decided it was safe to make eye contact. I could swear it was Niki Taylor, but I got her name and it wasn't. The thing is her name doesn't go with the vibe that I know her from somewhere, modelling or maybe acting. Her fist name is Lisa, and I think her last name must be her married name because I couldn't find anything on the net using it, so I'm just trying to figure out what her maiden name is.

She was with her little boy and they bought little felt mousie toys for the two cats there. She had a really expensive bag and wallet. I think this is more of a post for my celebrity sightings journal, but what the heck, I'll cross post it.

Oh well, guess this qualifies as a wanna-be celebrity sighting.

I'm going out to dinner with Scott even though I feel pretty rotten as usual. I filled out the application form for an appointment with the bariatric surgeon. You can't even get an appointment to meet with this guy unless you go through all kinds of hoops first. I just keep putting one foot in front of the other. Scary.
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A Chinese marriage procession. Might make nice wallpaper or a background for a collage.


Cat vendors. I don't know whether to like it or hate it.


An opium den. Opium dens always makes me think of The Razor's Edge.