A timeline of my lovelife...

dadada,
me

Don’t cry over spilled (chocolate) milk…

Please come back.



I’m mourning you.

dadada,
me

Dreams

Thanks, Glee, for reminding me about this one. Takes me back to 1977, when my parents listened to this 8-track constantly:

“Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom;
Well who am I to keep you down?
It’s only right that you should play the way you feel it;
But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness,
Like a heartbeat, drives you mad;
In the stillness of remembering what you had,
And what you lost…”

dadada, me

Broken heart/new kitty

Meet Creeper:





dadada,
broken-hearted (but trying to make the best of it) me

We totally need more people like this

Can you imagine how much better life would be if this were the opinion of the majority, rather than the minority?



dadada,
me

New (and old) furry babies update

Hi everyone…it’s been awhile since I’ve blogged anything of importance, but we’ve been busy making a new home for 2 (can you believe this) ratties -


Norman “Normie-Poo” Mailer Stevens:



and Modest “Mody” Mouse:



It’s crazy, right? Of course, Arrey is still here though, and my favorite girl:



And in deference to Miss Sue (who is so jealous of the new babies), I thought I’d include a new comic that (I’m pretty sure) they wrote about me:



dadada,
me

Happy VD

For those of us single who are only fondly reminiscing today…



dadada,
me

Same changes

The Weepies, Same Changes

Arms around my body, kisses on my skin
I walk away, I walk away
But he lingers

Maybe it should matter, more to be myself
I walk away, I walk away
But he lingers

And everyone says:
“This love will change you”
Well I ask, “does anything ever stay the same?”
No, no, no
Just same changes

Ooh (changes, the same)

In the magic hour, lantern petals glow
I walk away, I walk away
But you linger

Light as any flower, you don’t even know
You pick me up, you pick me up
With two fingers

And everyone says:
“This love will change you”
Well I ask, “does anything ever stay the same?”
No, no, no
Just same changes

Ooh (changes, the same)

Every day I want to freeze frame
Scrambling my sleep to keep this fragile frame
From the wind, from the driving rain
Soon as it begins it begins to change its strange changes

Ooh (changes, the same)

Careful and with patience, hold this tender heart
Leave a well of tiny threads with two fingers
Standing in the garden
Gathering the dusk
We hold the sun and golden one and we linger

And everyone says:
“This love will change you”
Well I ask, “isn’t that what love’s supposed to do?”
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s same changes

Ooh (changes, the same)

dadada,
me

Norman ♥

I never would have thought that I could be a rat person, but then I met Norman, and even if it wasn’t love at first sight, it sure was pretty close!

Norman falling asleep in my hand:



Norman playing on Danny’s shoulder:


dadada,
me