Weekend
Heather and the Cabinets Cats left yesterday for their new home in Austin with her fiance. That means today is the first day that Dan and I have had the whole house to ourselves.And that meant that Melody and Scooter, despite 2200 square feet in which to roam, have had to fight constantly across the lower living room. =/ I broke up one of their disagreements and then swept up little tufts of poor Scooter's fur afterwards. Scooter often asks for it by stalking Melody and staring at her defiantly (she's doing it now, even as I type). But it's still so unfortunate to have them fighting when they could just pick a thousand square feet each to call their own.
Dan's upstairs playing Spore. I stopped in to see how it's going. Seems kind of cute, although I'm not feeling a need to play it any time soon. Maybe when he gets tired of it. Meanwhile, I'm knitting more skully squares to put together as a baby blanket for some friends of ours. Hehehe!
In slightly less uplifting news, I'm not able to do the Breast Cancer walk this coming weekend =/ The physical therapist asked me how far I was planning to go and I said, given how much my foot still hurts, probably from wherever we line up only to the start line. He said, "You shouldn't walk."
Which at this point is sort of good and bad. Good, because I am so filled with guilt if I don't walk after everyone's been so supportive...but now I have permission to not walk. Bad, because I want to walk and now I have a medical professional telling me not to.
Well, I'm going to start the walk even if I don't get more than a quarter mile. I have no intention of permanently injuring myself, but I wouldn't be able to look myself in the mirror if I don't at least start with my team. I'll go to the events each day and the closing ceremony. If I can't be an athlete I'll be an athletic supporter ;)
posted by Owl Chick at 9/07/2008 09:30:00 PM
8 Comments:
We still support you even if you don't walk. We'd like you to keep your foot. Bake 'em brownies for the finish line or something!
Sorry about your foot, Tracy. But it's better that you don't walk, it really is. Let your foot get better. You can't help boobies if you don't have feet.
What's Dan's screen name? I'll add him to my Spore friends list. Mine's StyxnStonz, and I'm loving the game. It's a hoot!
Couple of suggestions: A wheelchair, or if you're feeling more adventurous, roller skates.
:)
Broos
Broos beat me to the wheelchair suggestion. I don't think roller skates are a good idea.
My teammates have offered to push me in a wheelchair, however I've glanced at the route and there are some hills...I'd hate to have them let go at a critical moment!
Sorry about the foot - keep off it! My brother pushed his foot a little too hard a few too many times, now he's paying the price.
We usually did the old "throw the cats in the bathroom with the same perfume on 'em" trick.
Often it didn't completely mellow everything out, but I theorize that the cats were so ticked off about smelling alike and being stuck in a bathroom that they made a pact to ease up on hostilities before the Feeders got involved again.
For multiple cats (and kids, now that I think about it) justice and silence are mutually exclusive.
They're offering to wheel your sorry arse up the hill so they -can- let go, hehehe!
The Kid is sorry to hear that your foot hurts. I told her it was from using it to beat some sense into the cats. She just stared at me. She's obviously not reading your blog yet.
This Spore thing...must try. I'm having fun ferreting out the numerous (and I mean numerous) and interesting bugs in Warhammer Online. Like the one that sticks you in "Maya model mode" - with your arms stuck straight out - FOR NO GOOD REASON.
That game needs to bake another three months or so. It's reminding me too much of SWG launch at the moment.
SWG at launch...ow.
Spore is a lot of fun. It's a putterer's game. If you like to putter, play in a sandbox, do your own thing, create critters, go hither and yon, this is an awesome, terrific game.
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