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I’ve rearranged my feedreader so that i have an a-list (read daily), a b-list (read weekly) and a c-list (read when I have time). it’s made it so much easier for me to keep up.

I have a separate category for the blogs I work for, which will help me stay up to date with them.

And a third category for the blogs that don’t have much to do with faith, because that’s what I primarily use the hhthompson google reader for.

On an irrelevant note, I registered a new gmail account today, in my married name. Even though it’s still a good six months out, just wanted to get it before some other helen mosher goes, I want a gmail account! like all the helen thompsons did.

cat news: the stray that’s definitely adopted me, whom I call Rocket, goes to the vet tomorrow for a physical and to schedule his boybitectomy. i am now officially a 3-cat household, which probably means i’m a crazy cat lady. the cats sure are crazy, anyway.


I keep stepping on Corgis. Gizmo, in particular, loves curling up at my feet, and I often am not aware that he's done so until I step on a little Corgi foot.

Also, snoring Newfoundlands are funny. Especially when they wake up with a start.

This is all kinds of wrong…

For Christmas, I got a meme.

Maine Coon
You are a Maine Coon! You are larger than life, a
gentle giant. You are independent, but very
affectionate with your friends and family.

What breed of cat are you?
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Too funny. What is it about owners taking after their pets?


…so the sky's gone out.

It's lovely Christmas inside, wet and miserable outside.

A squirrel just went up and pillaged the birdfeeder. No other word for it. Seed flying everywhere, birds tweetering from other branches because they couldn't come near the feeder.

The ducks just sat around clucking and laughing about the whole thing.

Word on the street is that Dahlak had an L&I violation last week and it may not be open. is on the case and will let us know by tomorrow afternoon.

Happy ho-ho, and to my friends who celebrate Christmas, may you share in the blessings and grace of the season as our new year unfolds.

And let there be peace on earth.

And party party!

Ok, that was nutty.

Two very fat sparrows landed on the balcony. Cody, being the great
huntress stuck inside the apartment, starts screaming at them, and for
some reason, I start singing.

Keep in mind they are very fat. cody's practically drooling.

“There's a bird outside your window, and it's a bird of bread and beer…”

I guess I can't trade her in after all.

Cody is sitting in my lap and purring.

The camera is within reach, but its battery is not.