Nyotaimori

pictures of my last three sets of foster kittens are here.

i’ll work on getting some better pictures of the current ones. they’re just hard to photograph since normally they just want reconstituted milk and then they want to sleep.

now theoretically i’m supposed to be a real aunt tomorrow, but i’m pretty sure erin is going to be late delivering the EGG (ha ha ha! his initials spell EGG!) so in the meantime i shall happily fulfill my pseudo aunt duties and post pictures of lucas and tyler being wicked cute in a pumpkin patch.

also just in case you want some bella action (for whom i’m also a pseudo aunt. i think second cousin is really the protocol there), here you go:

man, her eyeballs are just enormous.

i don’t know how many of you remember leah pipes and my assertion that she’s the poor man’s amanda bynes…wait, it was the other way around.

whatever.

the point is that she’s now on a CW show which is a remake of a british show that was on last year (goddamn american shows and their co-opting of british television. seriously, people, grow some fucking ingenuity of your own). this show is called life is wild, i find it amusing because it’s set in africa and there’s baby lion cubs. maybe “amusing” is the wrong word. though i do wish i had a baby lion. dammit.

what i’m fascinated by (besides leah pipes) is leah pipe’s weight. yes. you heard me correctly. there was a scene in sunday’s episode where she was running away from a lion (where is my lion, people?) and she had like an actual ass. an ass, people! lions and asses! it’s like a nature show. asses in the wild! your neighborhood ass munched by lion! baby water buffaloes have thick skin! thank you, kelly from the office.

at the moment i am hating on skinny people and the people who love them. thus, leah pipe’s ass on television made my day. let me give you some back-story. i was emailing with marina and i mentioned something about the milo ventigigigugmiglia and hayden panetttiieirieere rumor. marina, with her insider info from milo’s ex-girlfriend replied the following:

milo doesn’t have a new girlfriend (at least if you’re thinking it’s the chearleader chick). according to my co-worker, he likes his girls super thin and hayden is “too fat” for him. at that point i would have wrung his neck if i could have.

fucking milo/jess/peter. i don’t know if i’ll ever be able to watch gilmore girls season 2 again. and i LOVE ggirls season 2.

now the question is if leah pipes will come and comment on my page again. and if she does, how offended will she be with my ass fascination? first it was teeth and now this. it’s not really casting me in a flattering light. well, we can’t all be pixel perfect. ha ha ha. dammit, that was a crappy pun, who am i kidding.

annnnd cue distraction!

ooooooo baby lion cub! so cute!!!!!

recently nuala came up so we could attend the buffy musical experience (rocky horror picture show-esque) in san francisco. here are some pictures from the weekend while she was here. we made t-shirts for the musical showing with fave quotes from buffy. genius. kristen’s got complimented by the buffy impersonator herself. delightful time was had by all and i shall treasure my “grr, argh” monster forever and ever.

yesterday i went to ellie’s for hang-outs and saw her enormous baby (lucas) and made dinosaur sponge capsules with tyler. (thank you to kristen for giving me the sponges, and thanks to ellie, tyler, and lucas for the good times.)

The Story of Butt-Hands

Tyler puts his hands down the back of his pants and grins at me with all the deviltry of a 3 year old.

“Tyler,” I say, “Do you have to go to the bathroom?”

“Nooooooooooo…”

“Then why are your hands down your pants?”

“I’m scratching my butt!”

“That’s disgusting! You have butt-hands!”

“I’m going to touch you with my butt-hands!”

“NOOOOOOOOO!!! EWWWW!!! GROSSS!!! ARGH!!! BUTT-HANDS!!! ELLIEEEEE!!!!”

A little later Tyler and I happily sit around a bowl of steaming hot water pushing the dinosaur sponge capsules to sink with paintbrushes.

“What do you think this yellow one will be, Tyler?” I ask politely, all memory of the Butt-Hands Incident erased from my mind by the advent of incipient sponges.

“T-Rex!” He yells gleefully.

“I hope it’s a stegosaurus. Or a plesiosaurus. I like them.”

“T-Rex!”

“WHEN WILL IT BE A SPONGE ALREADY? MY TURN! I’M SO IMPATIENT!”

Patience wears thin. And then the yellow one turns out to be one of the stupid ones that look like flying squirrels. Tyler and I are despondent. We put in 3 more capsules.

“Maybe this blue one will be a stegosaurus…”

“T-Rex….”

Finally, after two pterodons, 2 freaky old lady dinosaurs, and THREE flying squirrels, there is a red T-Rex and a yellow stegosaurus. Tyler and I are in Heaven.

“Tyler, I’m a T-Rex!” I yell while holding my flailing arms up to my chest so they are little arm stumps. “I’m going to get you with my stumpy T-Rex arms!”

“Butt-hands!” He counters.

“ARGH! NO! T-REX CAN’T REACH HIS BUTT! STUPID LITTLE ARMS!”

since kim is in town i’ve been having a lot of fun. and food. i think the two are intwined in my mind. intwined and mind would rhyme with kind which is helpful when playing huggermugger. which we did last night.

let’s talk about huggermugger.

by first talking about poker. in high school we never really played poker. however, we had a catchphrase which was, “poker, i hardly know her!” poker pronounced (obviously) “poke-her”. (annnnd cue girly giggling)

now: huggermugger. bi-polar?

i uploaded a couple more photos since marina sent me some of the official photographs from her wedding. there should be more someday once she gets the rest of them. but here are the ones i’ve uploaded now. this is my favorite!: