stacey ewing

Can’t believe a whole year has passed since we lost the wee Shadout Meeps. :(

We still miss her dearly.

I’m still alive, just mega-busy with a gabillion things at work and home. Can’t believe it will be May on Friday! This semester has flown by far too quickly! Most of my time has been spent cleaning up, launching and loading our new InfoCommons Blog. I’ve tried to add a little bit of everything on there so it’s not all boring library stuff. Our unit is so diverse anyway, it kind of works. Tons more to fix and add though.

I’ve got a million little things to share, including new pictures of Maui and some funny video from Wes’ birthday party a couple of weeks ago.

Meanwhile, I’ll leave you with this picture taken outside of our townhome. Little dude was hanging out in my window box of lettuce. I saw online that they eat bugs and lizards. Now I know why I hadn’t seen to many lizards around our door lately. Haven’t been too many bugs out their either. Too bad he doesn’t eat the squirrels who have been munching all the leaves off my Rose of Sharon! heh :P

I’m SO excited and not just because today is FRIDAY! ;) One of my most favorite kitties in the world now has his own blog!

I love, Love, LOVE this 21lb hunk of luuuuuvvve and look forward to following his daily adventures!

I do believe Maui just punched her ticket on the gravy train… ;) This cat is just way too cute (and so is her human, haha). Oh, and I guess the name is going to stay.

According to the Sacred Texts Archive, Maui is “a demi god whose name should probably be pronounced Ma-u-i (Ma-oo-e). The meaning of the word is by no means clear. It may mean “to live,” “to subsist.” It may refer to beauty and strength, or it may have the idea of “the left hand” or “turning aside.” The word is recognized as belonging to remote Polynesian antiquity.”

She came with that name. I want to change it to Lily but Tim wants to leave it. We’ll see.
She a diluted tortie with more personality than Anthony Robbins and Robin Williams combined.

mort, mortimer, mortis, morty, morty-mort, buddy, dude, The Dude, dudey, buddha, boodie, buddha-boy, boodie-doodie, lunch box, bud, bub, fat-boy (by aaron), boy, tha’boy, mr. man, son.

So, last night I’m working on Part 3 of our thanksgiving adventure and I feel someone watching me. I look over to find HARRIET(!) sitting at the bottom of the steps. I froze, not wanting to scare her (this is the cat that has lived under the bed upstairs for the last four years) and after a minute she walked into the living room:

then she walked over to the love seat:

climbed up and sat on the arm!!!

She sat there for about 20 minutes until Terrifying Tim emerged from the studio.

Damn, I think Hell just froze over (guess I’d better stock up on some North Face winter gear, heh).

Normally when I use the laptop at the kitchen table, I pull a chair up on either side of me- one for Sarah and one for Mort. Well, tonight, I have a bunch of papers from work on the chair Sarah usually sits on.

She walked around my chair for about 20 minutes, whining and crying because she wanted to sit next to me but Mort was in the other chair. OMG, you’d think that it was the end of the freakin’ world for this cat. ::rolling eyes::

Finally he jumped down to go use the loo and she stole his seat. When he came back, he was annoyed to find that she was monopolizing prime real estate. He jumped up anyway causing her to squeak and squawk (no hissing) before finally moving over and settling for an uneasy truce.

Hey, who doesn’t want to hang out with Stacey in front of the laptop on a Friday night??

We dropped by the Farmer’s Market this morning to put away the bags from the Need-A-Bag? Project. Tim was groovin’ to a Sco tune on the player and opted to sit in the car (in his usual state of Saturday Bill Stewart bliss) while I jumped out to pull the few remaing bags from the fence to put away for next Saturday’s Market.

As I grabbed the last bag, one of the farmers was trying to get her truck out through the gate so I stopped, opened it up all the way for her, and moved the radio flyer wagons to the side so she wouldn’t have to get out. She waved an enthusiastic ‘thanks’ as she drove on through and after she passed, I grabbed the bag bag and started through the gate.

The second I stepped across the invisible line into the market proper, the guy playing guitar up on the stage, as if on cue, broke into an instrumental rendition of the Firefly theme song! hahaha! I couldn’t believe it! It was awesome! Tim was in the car so I had no witnesses, except for the Amish guy and his wife who smiled at me as I passed their table (they were probably laughing at the stupid grin plastered on my face). haha

As we drove home, we waited at a new light on 43rd and watched a GIAGANTICON pickup truck (seriously, it was a BIG truck- the guy was truly “compensating” here) try to make a u-turn through his green arrow. The truck was so big, he had to stop, shift into reverse, stop, shift into drive, go forward, stop, shift into reverse, stop, shift into drive, and finally swing around.

We both started howling in laughter. Me: “C’mon, jump the friggin’ curve, it’s not THAT high!” Tim: “Why spend THAT much money on a vehicle THAT large if you’re not even gonna attempt to navigate a little urban landscape now and then??”

Our light turned green and we caught up to Truck Guy just in time to stop and wait for him to sloooooooooowly take a wide right turn into an apartment complex. Tim: “Careful, don’t hit the curb there buddy…” We can almost hear the ‘cha-ching’ cash register noise as his truck burned through two gallons of gas making it through this second turn.

I begin to accelerate and only get about 10 feet before Tim shouts, “Holy Crap! LOOK AT THAT!” I glance over just in time to see an orange and white cat, the size of a german shepherd, intensely balanced on four paws, all tippy-toed and hump backed, with tail sticking straight out behind him, seriously working something out of his system directly in front of the bank sign- an unmistakable feline commentary on the current state of the economy.

We decide to stop at Harbucks for coffee.

Tim and I worked the second half of the Need-a-Bag Project at the Alachua County Farmer’s Market this morning (picking up the leftover bags and putting them away for next week).

On our way home, we pulled into our complex just in time to see a red tailed hawk (Buteo jamaicensis) sitting on top of a young squirrel while simultaneously fighting off a giaganticon raven who was trying to help himself to Hawky’s hard-earned meal. We stopped the car and watched for a minute. Both birds looked up at us like, “WTH are you looking at??!” Hawky took advantage of Raven’s momentary distraction and flew off with limp squirrel in tow. Raven took off after them in hot pursuit.

I wonder if Elaine from FCLA had a similar, exciting experience in her bird-watching class this morning! At least we didn’t have to get up at 7:30am! haha ;D

“No you idiot! Hawks EAT squirrels!!” sayeth the animal guy at minute 6:53 of this mashup of Seinfeld clips from the “Kramer/Merv Griffith Set” episode: