The Westering Hills

Call me morbid, call me pale. . .

Monday, June 19, 2006

This blog has met the Choir Invisible!

For all you non-Monty Python fans, that means this blog is dead. As a doornail. I've switched over to my new Schnozz-hosted domain here! See you there from now on and oh, please update your bookmark/link to me with my new URL!!

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

The blues, they have abated somewhat

Mainly because I have some temp work that starts t'mrow and goes until next Friday! Yaaaay! There is also the gleaming possibility of a longer-term temp job that pays extrodinarily well that they are considering me for (I mean, "for which they are considering me"!), as a writer/editor. It would be 2-4 months long, only parttime, but I still want it. It would be some actual professional writing/editing experience under my belt. Me wants (I mean, "I would enjoy that very much, thank you!")!

The temp stafffing service wanted me to send them some writing samples for this particular job and I realized that the only writing samples I have are a.) held hostage on the computer at my old job and b.) this blog. I told them I would try and secure some of my old work letters from a coworker, as there is no way in hell I'm letting them see this blog! It's not an example of "good" writing anyway, as I tend to be very lazy here (see above). Plus, they may think I am Crazy Cat Lady and not want anything more to do with me. I mean, I am Crazy Cat Lady but still employable! I promise I won't bring any of my kitty minions with me!

Monday, June 12, 2006

Hilarity in things nostalgic and sarcastic

Excerpt of letter from Anne to Shannon, summer 1983:

"Hello! I'm in the car on the way to HIRAM [Hiram, Ohio, where Anne's relatives lived]--YAAAAY! (whistle, clap, cheer). It's dark outside and there're some lights on in here. I'm fed up with my brother; my whole family, to tell you the truth. I won't say why; it's too ridiculous. I hope we're almost there--I'm tired and I'm not allowed to sleep 'cos they (my parents) say I won't get to bed once we get there. Right. The only reason I stay up at home is to watch Mtv. God, in Hiram, the most exciting event all day is when someone sneezes. I HATE small towns. Sigh. I feel so fat. Not only do I feel fat, I look fat, and I am fat [note: she was probably all of 110 lbs]. Hold on, I'm gonner re-read this letter.

Ok--Anne is back. Everything is making me very mad. Brian [her younger brother] in particular. His voice is driving me crazy and his big, fat, lumpy body is BUGGING, BUGGING, BUGGING THE HELL OUT OF ME!!!! AAAHHHH!! SCREEEECH! Why does my brother have such an INCREDIBLY STUPID sense of humor??? Of all the different personalities in the entire world, I HAD to get a comedian. Ha. And WHAT a comedian he IS. Ohhh, lovely. Now we're gonna look for a radio station. I just LOVE hearing the radio flip from station to station, passing (wouldn't you know it) 50 million songs I love (U2, Duran, Culture Club, etc.). Oooo, what do we finally end up with afer 15 minutes of static and 2 second blips of eligible music??? Why, my VERY FAVORITE Kenny Rogers song!!" [end page]

The mean blues

It seems to be my permanent affliction these days, mainly due to being so goddamn unemployed. I had a job interview last Friday but got the very distinct feeling they've already chosen their candidate (long story, not a bad story but don't feel like going into it). Suffice to say, I am not expecting a call back from them. I also have no temp job lined up and with the U. W. in empty summer mode, the jobs are going to be fewer and far between with them. I haven't had a single job with the other temp agency either.

This sucks. I'm scared, to be honest. I can't believe I'm still without a job after all this time. Am I really that unhireable? No, no I'm not, which just makes it even worse.

Please know, I'm not looking for sympathy and, although I know y'all mean well, I'm not looking for "hang in there, something will come along" comments either just now. I just wanted to share my mood. You know, I originally intended this blog to be an online journal like the kind of personal journal I used to keep. Nowadays, I find myself being lazy and just posting cat photos. I want to try and return to more of the journaling aspect, with a Colin or Trixie photo thrown in every once in awhile. It's just that it's difficult to write about one's life when there is nothing going on in one's life. The Big Nothing; hence, the Mean Blues.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Mystery solved!

I've spent many a year living here in the Pacific Northwest wondering what the name of this flower (pictured at left) was. It grows EVERYWHERE around here; it's practically a weed. You see it popping up in lawns, flourishing in sidewalk-to-street grass strips, and growing in the cracks of those Jersey barriers on the freeways. I adore them but nobody I've asked has known its name. And I couldn't find out myself because, well, how do you look up the name of "a purple flower on a long stalk?" It's akin to trying to find the correct spelling of a word you can't spell in the dictionary! In today's paper, a local garden was featured and this beautiful flower, the Rose Campion, was named. Big sigh of relief! (and yes, Anne, I realize that you could've told me the name of this flower but again, there was no way to show you a photo without knowing the name!)

Here's my other favorite Seattle "weed,"the California Poppy. Same rules of growing just about anywhere apply. I discovered early on that if you pick these and put them in water, they wilt immediately, so I now just enjoy them wherever I spot them. I've always envisioned having a big bed of nothing but California Poppies and Rose Campions. Maybe I will someday! Goodness knows I'd be hardpressed to kill them, as I do with most other plants.

To anyone reading this, what "weeds" are your favorites where you live?

Saturday, June 10, 2006

WCB #53

I'm gonna be lazy this weekend for WCB since I am just that sort of person. After realizing how simple dimple it is to post videos to YouTube, I decided to do it again for this weekend. I recalled that we had taken movies of Colin the first week we got him, knowing he would never be that little again and we would regret not doing it. I finally dug up two videos taken just a few days after we got him from the shelter as a 3 month old:

1. Here is Colin playing with a toy mouse. He used to perform these adorable hard-play somersalts that I'm glad I captured! He was so little and fuzzy!

2. Here is Colin deciding to spend some time with me in mid-play. He was too tiny to make it onto the bed in one leap--awwww! The purring is delicious. One irritating aspect of YouTube comes into play here: the sound is not synchronized on this, so my comment of "kitty belly" should correspond to me actually patting his tummy, but does not.

Go see all the others at Clare's!

Friday, June 09, 2006

Best Meme Ever

Alright, the meme that I've had simmering in my brain for quite awhile now has finally come to fruition: the Ugly Photo Meme! I'd wanted to try and start this for months now but figured that nobody would play along because a.) most people immediately trash or hide away in the dark corners of boxes in the attics their worst photos of themselves and b.) they wouldn't have the courage to post them and, since misery loves company, I would have felt odd doing this meme all by myself. In short, I am an abject coward. So I never broached it publicly.

But then darling Schnozzalina took up the banner and waved it high! I'm so proud, sniff! How can I not play along? I can't not play along, I simply can't!

1. Share the worst photo of yourself you have, preferrably a reasonably current one.

This was a photo taken of me "sneezing" a year ago, so it is relatively recent. I say "sneezing" because it was a fake sneeze; I was with Anne and snapped a photo of her truly sneezing (or maybe it was coughing, I can't recall). I then felt so badly for doing it, I offered to have her snap me in return. Fake or not, the result is quite hideous. It really makes my accursed weak chin stand out and my embiggened nostrils quite ginormous--the two parts of my face besides my nose (always large so no big whoop) that I loathe. Oh, and let's not forget the temporary Double Chin Syndrome! Ta da!:

How hideous. On to the next part of the meme!

2. Share a current photo of yourself when you've just woken up. Walk into the bathroom and just take it, under the harsh bathroom lights.

This is me this morning. Again, note the weak chin, pronounced by the fact that I wore my mouth guard all night (which no, I did not keep in for the photo, SHUT UP, IT IS NOT CHEATING TO REMOVE IT!). I often will delete pictures based on my weak chin. Sigh. It ain't getting any stronger so I may as well resign myself to the fact that I have one but that won't stop me from bemoaning its existence! To all of you with normal to strong chins, rejoice in your gift!

Ack! How on earth Barrett can wake up next to that every morning is beyond me. And like Schnozz pointed out, the puffiness! Okay, let's move on, shall we?

3. Share the nicest photo of yourself that you have, again preferrably a current one.

We have about 20 gazillion photos on our two computers and I simply do not have the energy to go through them all. What comes to mind is a photo in a series of photos taken last September at a pub. We were with a group of friends and Barrett was taking photos by laying the camera on the table amidst all the beer glasses and just shooting. I really love the series taken of me--the amber color, the angle, and the fact that I almost don't look like myself in any of them. Oddly, I look like a cross between my mother and my mother's mother at my age. Here's my favorite:
Oh, if only one could be cast in a soft candlelight glow at all times! Sigh.

4. Special category--whatever you'd like!
I will choose two photos that I do not like of myself, if for no other reason then to exorcise the Ugly Photo demon from my camera (I hope). Maybe if I offer these up as sacrifices, the camera will be nicer to me from hereafter.

This photo wins in the category of Cutest Kitten/Stupidest-Looking Human. I suppose I was attempting to show how adorable I felt this kitten was but instead ended up with the most simpering moue on my face. I just wanna bitchslap myself:

Lastly, I present Most Bucktoothed Eleven-Year Old in the Seventies Wearing A Really Bad Terrycloth Shirt, and I mean Really Really Bad. Feel free to click on it to really get a sense of the bucktoothedness in its full glory:
It's difficult, however, for me to hate this photo of myself, simply because we had so much fun with these two neighbor boys for many years of my childhood. Here's a bit of a celebrity trivia regarding this photo: the boy on the left, Derek, my first "boyfriend" (by which I mean we announced we were "going out" but that was about it), went on to become a neurosurgeon in Las Vegas--he was the surgeon that operated on and saved Roy Horn's brain a few years ago. You remember, Seigfried & Roy, Roy was mauled by a tiger, blah blah blah? Yep, my first boyfriend had his 15 minutes of fame! Here he is at a press conference around that time:
I miss those guys! Haven't seen them since I was a teenager. Good times in bad clothing indeed!

So now I wanna know: WHO'S NEXT? I tag everyone.

P. S. - If you do play along, please visit the aforementioned Schnozz's blog so she can add you to the master list of players!

Thursday, June 08, 2006


I haven't been able to log into my blog since Tuesday. Everyone was having some Blogger problems at some point but I seemed to be the hold out. Now I don't have time to post (I'm in the middle of making this for dinner) (not that anything much is going on in my life right now). Just wanted to check in!

Oh, and I can't wait to participate in the Ugly Photo Meme that I helped to create with Anne and Schnozz! Anyone else brave enough to participate? C'mon, we're all gonna do it!

Monday, June 05, 2006

Presenting The Amazing Colin!

"No box is too small for me!"

"However, I need to make some minor adjustments. . . ennh!"
"Ahhh, purrfect!"
"THANK YOU, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! I'll be here all week! Don't forget to tip your servers!"

Sunday, June 04, 2006


This little girl came to visit us this morning while we were eating breakfast. We see feral cats skulking around our backyard and on/under our back deck all the time, so I assumed this was a new feral I'd never seen before. To my surprise, she was very friendly, all meowy and purring. She was not at all fazed by Trixie and Colin, and was interested in checking out the inside of our house. She's pretty thin, too. Wondering if she's lost, of course. I'll keep a lookout for signs around the neighborhood.

She hung around for quite awhile, looking at the cats while they stared back at her. Every once in a while, Trixie felt compelled to remind her who was The Boss, growling, tail puffed. But it was mostly a peaceful scene.

We had roasted potato chunks with fresh rosemary & paprika, and bowls of yogurt/blueberries for breakfast. It was yummy.

Friday, June 02, 2006

One year birthday of Weekend Cat Blogging!

Per Clare and Kiri's request, here is a photo of, I'd say, roughly half of the cats' toys hidden around the house. I'm sure there are more squooshed under couches and various other furniture:
I also wanted to try and get Colin and Trixie to meow for y'all but I don't have any other way to record them except via video. So I created a You Tube account and uploaded a video I took of them yesterday afternoon. Enjoy and HAPPY ONE YEAR BIRTHDAY, WCB!!! Go join the fun with the rest of the par-tay kitties over at Clare's!

[Note: I really don't have a lisp--it's just the crappy little microphone on the camera. Also, Trixie does meow, once and very briefly. See if you can hear it!]