Last night was supposed to be open mic night for me. I was gonna go out for the evening and enjoy a beer and guitar playing. Then I started getting a bit dizzy. You feel hot, Holly said. She grabbed the thermometer and jammed it in my ear. 101.3Ëš. The other ear: 101.3Ëš. Damn. No open mic night for me. I lied on the couch until about 9. Then meandered home and plopped into bed. This morning I got scones delivered to my door along with a hug from my favorite son. Now I lounge around the house deciding which movie I want to watch for the millionth time. Turns out it was Pirates of the Carribean. As I laid in bed this morning, Moura decided that I didn’t feel well and instead of poking holes in my arms and face like normal, she kept her claws retracted. Such a good kitty. But that didn’t last too long. Once I was out of bed, all bets were off. Oh well. My fever is going down anyway. Now I just feel weak. I’m good if I lay down. But standing is not a pleasant thing to do. I guess I’m making up for not being sick on Father’s day. Although this is not as bad of a sickness as the one I was in fear of getting father’s day.

On Saturday morning Holly found out and informed me that “Trainwreck“ was going to be performing at Fishlips that night. Tickets were $10. So before going to pick up Holly, I stopped at a local record store and picked me up a ticket. When I got there, I found out that there were going to be a total of 5 bands playing. Totally worth it. 4 of the bands were local, but were pretty good. And then there was Trainwreck. They were awesome. Good energy. Funny. And totally rocked. It was really cool because all the bands that played, including Trainwreck, just sat around and hung out with everyone after they played. In other words, I got to sit around and chill and talk with Kyle Gass for the night. Along with the other band members. They were really cool. They had a mini “Slash” guitarist, a overall-wearing drummer, a Village People-like Lead singer, a young 70’s style bassist, and a wig-wearing KG. lol. It rocked. They sang “Footloose” and “What a Feeling”. How much more rocking can you get than that.

On Saturday morning I also took Gavin bowling where we played one game before Gavin smushed his finger between two bowling balls and then wanted to go. It was a fun time though. We had a corn dog, some chicken strips and some fries for lunch.

Well, I’ve had Moura now for 2 full weeks now. She is a ball of energy and claws. I bought her wuite a few toys ranging from balls with bells in them to the classic mouse on a stick. I even bought her a scratching post. And what is her favorite toy? ……..Flesh. Mine in particular. Of course I am home all day working so she climbs all over me. Up my back, over my arms and on to my neck. She has left her marks. But she is awesome. She is mostly litter box trainded. That is to say she is 100% potty trained if you don’t count night time when she decides she is too lazy to get off of my bed to use the litter box. Theres nothing like washing sheets every day. But she is getting better. It’s getting less. She is so cute though. Gavin loves her. And Moura likes the energy of a 4 year old. So here are some pictures of Moura’s 2nd week with us. Oh, and my arms after play time.

About a week or so ago, I wanted to take Gavin swimming in our pool. But It seemed that all his bathing suits disappeared. So I took Gavin to
Target, knowing that if I did we wouldn’t have time to swim, to buy him a bathing suit. Before we left, he collected all his quarters, dimes, nickels and penny’s from around the house and decided he was going to buy a toy for himself. He kept describing to me what he wanted, but I couldn’t tell what he was talking about. But when we got there, he brought me to where his toy was that he wanted. It wasn’t really a toy. It was a snorkel and mask. So we picked him up a snorkel and mask. The cashier wasn’t the happiest, but Gavin paid for it with his sandwich bag full of change. He was very proud of himself. And I was right, we didn’t have time. We then went to pick up Holly. But a few days ago, I finally got to bring hime to the pool. He put on his new shark bathing suit and snorkel and mask. Then we walked to the pool. At first he wasn’t sure he wanted to use them properly. Having to put his face in the water in all. Not his favorite. But I tricked him. lol. I told hime to stand up straight (which he can do now in the shallow end) and just bend his head so only the mask was in the water. And before he knew it, he looked like this:

And like that he remained for a good hour. He was so excited. He could see the dirt and my feet and hands and the other kids. Oh yeah.

Here is him on mother’s day at the mall.

And here he is at the furniture store helping mom to pick out a couch.

lol. Holly didn’t get that couch. But she did get one. And she had to call her friend J to come with his pick-up truck to get it home. It’s a nice couch. And such a great price. When I get a couch, I’m so going there. Anyway, I followed closely behind in the momma car with Gavin while Holly and J drove carefully home in the truck.

So there is new couch, kitten (Moura), snorkel and mask (90-100Ëš days) and chocolate. Things are pretty good. I am enjoying life and am happy.

It’s been 5 days now since we went to Ashley furniture to look at a couch for Holly. We arrived there at 8:30pm, which was about half an hour after they closed. The parking lot was empty accept for our green VW. Walking back to the car, “Is that a bird or a cat making that sound?” Holly crossed the parking lot followed cautiously by me and Gavin. When she reached the opposite corner by the dumpsters, a little kitten cam running out making all kinds of noise, and went right to Holly. Poor little thing was starving. And so it was that I have a new addition to my home. A companion. Say hello to Moura.

Yesterday, Holly, Gavin and I went down to Ikea with the intention of me buying a bed and a dresser. I finally found the ones I wanted. And I can’t order them online. Which meant that I had to drive down to Burbank to the nearest Ikea. Yay Ikea for having the bed I want. I have been looking for a while for the bed I like and want. So we went shopping. I went to the bed section and got my PO for my bed. Then we walked around the store shopping other things. I finally got a garbage can for my bathroom. I now have an ice tray that makes bottle ice cubes. After browsing the store and picking up a few things, we went to the self-help section to pick up the boxes for my dresser. Oh yeah. Things were good. We paid for everything and then went to wait in line to get the boxes for my bed. Meanwhile, Holly bought ice cream and we all sat and ate it. Yum. Yum. They finally called my number and then I knew there would be a problem. They came out with a cart that had a very large thin box that I just knew wouldn’t fit in the car. *sigh* But I tried anyway. I fit everything in the car except for that large thin box (the headboard and footboard). I really didn’t want to return it. But I had no choice. So I waited in the return line. When I got to the counter the lady asked why I was returning it. I told her it didn’t fit in my car. She sort of chuckled and asked if I had been to the home delivery section. Doh!. So I went over to the home delivery section where I waited in line for a good 15-20 minutes. When I got close to the counter she gave me a form to fill out. I did. And when it was finally my turn, I handed her the paper, in which she replied, “I’s sorry, we don’t deliver to that area.” Arg. Stupid Ikea. So back to the return line for me. I returned the head and footboard. Next week is the highland games. SO we will go back down on Sat for the games. Then on Sunday, we will rent a truck and go back to Burbank to buy my headboard. At least I will anyway. Gavin will not be able to ride in the truck, so they will stay behind and send me on a mission. So by next week, I will finally get to sleep on my own new awesome bed. I can’t wait. Meanwhile, I put together my dresser. I love it. It looks bigger in my bedroom than it did on the Ikea showroom floor, but I love it none-the-less. Gavin has his own drawers now. I don’t have to live out of my suitcase anymore. 🙂

On a similar, but different note, on the way down to Burbank, we stopped 3 times for Gavin to pee. As we drove through the mountain we passed a sighn that read “Fire Danger: High”. “Do you think the danger is ever not high?” I asked. “Probably when it snows” replied Holly. On the way home, we passed the same rest area that we stopped for Gavin to pee at a few hours earlier to find that half the mountain side was smoking and ablaze with small balls of fire. There were fireman, trucks and helicopters all around. The air smelled of burning wood. The sky to the east was a glowing orange color. It was certainly an amazing sight to see. I’ve seen images of forest fires and such on tv, but it was amazing to see it up close and live. I can’t even explain how mezmerizing it was.