The blupdate title refers to Chauceriangirl accusing me of being pot-kettley when I complained about how she hasn’t blupdated in like forever. So, some randomness…
- King Authur (the cavalier spaniel) was so freaking cute on Saturday afternoon. The afternoon sun was streaming into the living room windows, and he’d settled in to sleep with the warmth of the sun on his back, when suddenly he spied the refracted light the sun made off his dog tags. He stood up, growled and then pounced, only the refracted light went away. He backed up and looked around, and lo and behold, there it was again! Happiness! So he pounced again, only to be thwarted. Wash, rinse, repeat. He did that for about an hour while the monster and I laughed ourselves silly. I wish I had video because it was truly adorable.
- One of my acquaintances emailed me and asked me to house-sit. Usually I do this for families with pets who would rather not board them. It works out all around most of the time. The pets don’t get boarded. I get however many days peace and quiet, plus get to play with their animals, which lets face it, I’m a sucker and love to do. And on top of all that, I get money for it. So it works. Only after I tentatively agreed, I found out her two children (one teenager and one tween) are part of the house-sitting deal. Now, first off, I think it’s misleading to call it house-sitting when it’s actually baby-sitting. House-sitting implies taking in the mail and newspaper daily, watering plants, feeding fish, walking the dog. It does not generally imply “take care of my two exceedingly talkative and active children.” Because there’s the rub. This acquaintance is very charming and I like her very much, but her children are…um…great in small doses. See, there’s no nice way to put this. I feel like Cruella DeVille or something. I like children, but a full week’s worth of baby-sitting sort of freaks me out. I don’t have children. I don’t have much experience with children. The last time I babysat on my own, I was still in high school and 21 Jump Street was my favorite show. My sister is the one who is a natural with children–I’m…not. Usually one of two things happen when I meet a child (and I’m not sure which I find more disconcerting)-either the child looks at me and promptly bursts into tears OR it is abnormally affectionate with me and thinks I’m the greatest thing since sliced bread. It would make sense why the former bugs me. I mean who wants their face to prompt a massive crying explosion from anyone? But the latter is freaky-deaky. And it doesn’t matter how uncomfortable I am or even if I physically pick the child up and return it to it’s owner. It still comes back all snotty and huggy and clingy. And I just worry I’m going to drop it or break it or generally damage the merchandise. This makes me sound terrible. It really does. And I’m sure if I had of my own, I would see things completely differently. I don’t know. I mean they are above 12, which means they aren’t quite as needy. But isn’t 12 and older when they start getting sneaky??? So to back out or not back out. That is the question.
- I want to see “How to Train a Dragon.” In 3D.
- I’m wearing my red ballet flats today-the ones that are kind of shiny and remind me of Dorothy’s ruby slippers. I like those shoes. I bought them because CG made me. I was annoyed slightly then, but I admit she was right. CG has good taste in shoes. CG bought a pair of shoes a couple of weeks ago and left them in the trunk of my car. They’re super-cute. And in my size. And they match a lot of my stuff. FYI, this is Latin for “if CG doesn’t pick up her shoes soon, izzybella will be wearing them to work.”
- I found a new author. Well, new to me anyway. She’s actually been writing a while. Her name is Mary Janice Davidson. She writes a couple of series that I know of–one is about a mermaid working as a marine biologist at the New England Aquarium, and the other is about a mildly vaccuous, shoe-obsessed young woman, who dies, then rises as a vampire, and then turns out to be their prophesied queen. The first book in the mermaid series was very funny-like laugh-out-loud funny. The actual literal LOL funny where you are, in all truthfulness, laughing out loud, instead of chuckling softly on the inside. It’s a quick read and it’s total candy, but I really enjoyed. I also cracked up at the first book in the queen of the vampires series. Think Buffy with shades of Sunnydale Cordelia (not saintly LA Cordelia) and a light sprinkling of Sookie Stackhouse. It’s hilarious how grossed-out she is at drinking blood and how casually she takes her extra-special queen-like vamp powers (holy water? no effect. crosses? no effect. constant need to drink blood? not so much. sunlight? no effect, well, except that it makes her really sleepy). I liked it so much, that as soon as I finished it, I drove to the library and checked out all the books in the series. Again, they’re fast reads, but hugely entertaining. I’m on the fourth book now and still very amused. I also read a collection of four short novellas by her…pure fantasy, which you know right away because the short chubby girl in the first story inspires insta-love and lifetime commitment in the tall, hunky, broody Scottish werewolf. They have the best sex ever, then he whisks her away to his castle in Scotland and marries her. You know. ‘Cause that happens all the time. The only thing that bugged me was the second (third?) story in the novella, which tried to bring a humorous spin to what was essentially rape. I really don’t have a sense of humor about that, so for me it was an unsuccessful attempt. I get that both the characters were super-powered (vamp and a werewolf) and that the essentially cranky nature of the woman and sunny nature of the man was all part of the joke, but it was massively annoying to me. That kind of storyline never goes down well in my book. But the rest of it was amusing enough and I REALLY like the mermaid and queen vamp series. So, it’s always good to have more fun stuff to read.
Okay, was this blupdatey enough for you, CG? I hope so. I also hope you forget about your shoes, because I think they’d look really good on me.