I’ve been kicked around the last few days by what I first thought was a really bad case of allergies that turned out to be a nasty cold (let’s hope it doesn’t morph into the flu tomorrow). But whatever it is, it’s pretty miserable. So around 2am this morning, when the meds were NOT working, I was thinking about the different looks for today’s FIMTSO test item. And for once, counting clothes instead of sheep did not work.
No surprise then that I’m sleep deprived and cranky today. So I’ll just give a quick Project FSK update today, and, fingers crossed, tomorrow I will hopefully be lucid enough to talk fashion!
The stray still comes for an early breakfast and (usually) a late dinner. Once in a while he has to fend off this racoon that didn’t get the memo about Project FSK not applying to any furry animal except kittens:
I know it’s always the same racoon because s/he has no tail, and all the other racoons that have ventured to my backyard come with bushy ones. Nature freaks me out!
If I stop leaving food out, I can stop nature from visiting my patio. But when I see Coco (yes, I’ve named him finally!) sunning lazily on a Sunday afternoon I don’ t have the heart to stop:
Coming home after 5 weeks abroad is a bit unsettling. I wouldn’t call it jet lag but rather brain lag, as in trouble remembering passwords. And how to drive. But give me 24 hours to sort through a box full of mail, lots of packages (!), and some of that famous LA sunshine and I’ll snap back to my life away from the road. But as it turns out, there’s been nothing but serious rain here–though the sun is peeking out today–and I’ve come home to one surly furkid on strike…
jury duty (which happens to be an attempted murder case and I’m both fortunately and unfortunately dismissed from the panel), and the stray who’s NOT on strike:
Does he look like he hasn’t grown all that much since I last blogged about him? I was going to take him to the animal shelter with the heavy rains and all, but then one day he showed up with 3 more cats in tow, all different breeds of various ages. I don’t think they were his posse or entourage since he was growling at them to defend his food. That same night an overfed raccoon made an appearance on my patio so now I can’t leave food outside for him anymore.
But where was I? So yes, back in LA, this weekend has been all about sports. We have two NBA teams here, the beloved Lakers and the stepchildren Clippers. It doesn’t really matter to me who’s playing for LA, though, because I’m all about the San Antonio Spurs. See number 20 on my back in today’s first pic? This is the real number 20:
And this is the court inside the Staples Center where the Clippers and the Lakers play:
But up there in the rafters, it’s all purple and gold, hence the stepchildren reference to the Clippers:
But I have to say, if the Clippers were another winning team it’d be much harder to score good seats at the very last minute to see my Spurs. And in these seats at the premier level–where you can opt to dine in the San Manuel Club (food is actually pretty good) or be served in-seat–
it’s the best way to get over that brain lag. The Lakers are hosting the Spurs tonight–will see if my Ginobilli jersey gets to go out again today.
On a last sports note, did anyone notice that the New Orleans Saints’ owner’s wife was wearing a CHANEL jacket from the 09P season? I know they were hoisting the Vince Lombardi trophy and all but I just wanted to see her jacket in high-def. Now that’s a Super Bowl moment for me!
Tags: Clippers, LA, Lakers, San Antonio Spurs, San Manuel Club, Staples Center, Super Bowl
Well, day 4 of Project FSK (Feed Stray Kitten) finally gets me a photo op with my furguy. It’s all on the down-low because I can’t just pluck him from someone’s family… but I think it’s official that he thinks breakfast begins at my house.
I didn’t see him at all since Friday when I first blogged about him, but sure enough, the food is always consumed. Completely, down to the last morsel.
Then this morning, as soon as the patio door slid open, he came bouncing down the hill toward me, utterly fearless. He rolled around on the ground, meowed, jumped up on my leg, then proceeded to attack the food bowl. Gave me quite a show! All the while, my own two furkids were watching the entire scene from the other side of the patio door, rolling their eyes.
Yes, it’s all hush hush for now and very unofficial, but I think I have a new boyfriend.
