i can't post here anymore.  once again, someone from the town i live in has found my blog, and it's really weird, because i haven't told anyone here about my blog, or invited them to read it, or anything.  i even have very little identifying information associated with my profile, so that means they've done some specific searching for me.  that creeps me out.  people i trust wouldn't sneak around and stalk me.  and i know they're not trying to find me because i'm an interesting blogger.  they're just looking for dirt.  they've used it against me before, they'll do it again.

they may think they're clever for finding me, but i think it's slimy.  either idenify yourself, or leave me alone!!  man, i'm so sick of this.  my RL is a horrible, emotional cage already.  i don't need RL people following me around cyberspace chasing me back into the cage. 

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no one wants to watch videos of my cats, i'm sure, but this is for deborah.  it's stanford drinking from the bathtube faucet.

i'm aware that anything i say about my cats is sure to pin me as a crazy cat lady.  it's not that i'm a crazy cat lady.  it's just, i've lived with them for probably almost 13 years now.  i know them well.  they are a huge and close part of my life.  when i think of them, i think of me.  i'm not afraid of losing their love, or ruining my relationship with them.  the only way i'll lose them is if they die, and they can't help that.  i don't trust in them for emotional support, or shopping companionship.  i just know they're there, and they're a constant in my life.  i need that stability, and as incommunicative as they are (or seem to be, to the outside world), we're a team.  they're my family.  i know that sounds weird, especially if you don't have pets and aren't really an animal person. 

stanford drinking

also, my parents just bought a 30-foot long camper trailer.  we're all making plans about trips we're going to take with it.  i might even be able to talk my sweet dad into helping me take it on my own little trip so i can stay somewhere by myself.  if i can afford it, and if i stay in michigan, i know he'll help me.  i have him wrapped around my little finger.  i'm thinking a music festival, a 30-ft camper trailer, and being off somewhere by myself away from home, would be really nice.  in fact, if i could leave tomorrow, i would.  if you want to view the video my dad took so that i could see the inside, it's here.  he keeps saying he'll probably take it down soon.  ah, sure, he's really into technology and stuff, but i still have to teach him the ins and outs of youtubes and photobuckets and (hopefully someday) msn live messengers.  i'm not even going to mention facebook to him.  ;o)  anyway, i think i have him convinced that it's not neccessary to take it down after awhile.

dad: yeah, i'll probably take it down in a little bit
me: why??
dad: well, who wants to watch that?
me: ...?  (me!!)
dad: wow, i have 7 views
me: cool
dad: i wonder who's watching it
me: i don't know...
dad: i did send it to [your sister] and the rest of my family
me ...??  uh.  maybe it's them, then...
dad: yeah, i guess so.

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funniest thing i've seen in a long time.  it made me laugh 'til i couldn't feel my cheeks anymore, the kind of laugh that makes you feel like you're frowning after awhile because you're laughing so hard.  i love cats.  they're so hillarious.

Treadmill Kittens

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18th floor balcony

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Trash can

Rain

bleeding heart

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there was another robinism i had collected, and i just found it this morning:

Me:  so, do you have any big plans for Cinco de Mayo?
R:  when's that?

politics of preschool

hahahaha

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Kindness-1

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i got another myspace message from a rock staaaar.  well, i mean, i am cool, and all that.  what rock star wouldn't want to send me messages?!

anyways, he said he would send me one of his demo tracks by email, because i like the song, and it's not produced or published, or whatever you call it, and therefore not available for purchase.  because of his kind generosity, i would like to tell you all his name (Vince Freeman!), and tell you to go visit his myspace page, and especially listen to the song Bricks and Paper Shops, which i will soon be listening to for free.  you gotta love the indies.  they work hard for their fans, and in turn, their fans love and support them.  which i will now be doing for Vince Freeman.  not sure i really have money, yet, to buy his whole EP, but hey.  he's on my list.

so, thank you, Vince Freeman!  i promise not to stalk you, but only support you in positive ways.  heh.  you can take that to the bank.

...i sound like i'm drunk, don't i?  i'm not.  -hic-  no, seriously, i'm not.

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stanford's weird place #1

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i've been collecting what i like to call "robinisms", and thought post some of them tonight.

Me: what are those things that make you feel like penguins are skiing down your back??
S: york peppermint patties?
Me: YES!  peppermint patties!
R:  I thought you meant vodka.

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"a girl's gotta draw a line in the sand somewhere..."

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hmm, i thought there was one more, but i can't find it.  maybe next time...

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i meant to take a photo of myself winking, but i'm thinking it's better viewed as a picasso impression.

Me-picasso

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what i love about stanford is that he ends up in the oddest places.  when i happen across him, he'll be wedged in some kind of precarious position, or in the most random of places, and he'll just look at me as if to say, "...what?"

sometimes i can't figure out why he picks the places he picks, but today, i finally figured it out.

stanford

puddle of sunshine!

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"Rise Above This" (Official Video)

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punky & me

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i was sitting in church this morning, and the thought popped into my mind that next week starts the new month, so i need to remember to write a rent check, which i often have a problem doing.  i was pretty proud of myself for paying April on time ...i mean, i must have paid it at least on time, if not early, because i didn't have a recent memory of handing them a check.  in fact...  i had a reallly not-so-recent recollection of handing them a check.  hmm, when was the last time i gave them a rent check?!  was it really april?  or could it possibly have been ...?!  i pulled out my checkbook and flipped through the carbon copies, and - no april!!  it's the 27th of the month, and i still haven't paid rent!  and they haven't said anything to me about it!  they're so long-suffering and polite.  why don't they just remind me?  i told them right from the beginning that i am forgetful, and if (nay, when) i didn't have a rent check in on time, it was only because i forgot, not that i'm a delinquent.  but i guessed it was just something they didn't feel comfortable saying anything, which i suppose is understandable.  after all, they're not my mom.

but that's not the best part of the story.
this evening, i went over to their house with the rent check, and explained the situation, preparing to apologize profusely.  so i got to the part where i realized i hadn't paid this month's rent yet, and Mr. Landlord says, "no, you paid april.  didn't you?"  i say, "no!  i looked in my checkbook."  so he starts flipping through his checkbook.  meanwhile, Mrs. Landlord is talking on the phone, and at this point, she's trying to say goodbye, and Mr. Landlord says he needs to talk to the person on the line, too.  so she hands him the phone, goes back to what she's been cooking on the stove (while talking on the phone), and says, "you paid april already."  i say, "no..."  etc. etc.

but that's not the best part of the story, either.
she says, "hey, do you want a crepe?" (she had a stack of crepe wraps, or whatever they're called, and was frying more in a pan.)  "i'll make you the first one. --since you were late on your rent!-- how about a strawberry-banana one?"  me: "...ok!"  so she makes one up for me, puts it on a plate, hands me a fork.  she was in a hurry - they both were - because they had a concert to go to at church.  when i realized that, i tried to eat more quickly.

no, still not the best part.
as i was trying to hurry through the crepe, i tasted the nutella.

that was the best part.  nutella.  mmmmmm!  nutella with strawberries, bananas, and whipped topping.  wow, so good.

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