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Life is too short to have a martini with bad olives.

Get good ones – preferably with jalapeno olives in them.

My cat, Galadriel, is sitting on the floor watching a Panda show on Animal Planet very carefully. Something apparantly interests her.

This coming from a cat who never pays any attention to the television at all.

Oh here it comes again
That funny feelin again winding me up inside
Every time we touch
Hey I don’t know
Just tell me where to begin cause I never ever
Felt so much

“The past is a source of knowledge, and the future is a source of hope. Love of the past implies faith in the future.” [Motivational Quotes of the Day]

So, she says it’s time she goes
but wanted to be sure I know
she hopes we can be friends
I think, yeah, I guess we can say I
but didn’t think to ask her why
she blocked her eyes and drew the curtains
with knots I’ve got yet to untie…
what if I were Romeo in black jeans
what if I was Heathcliff, it’s no myth
maybe she’s just looking for
someone to dance with
See, it was just too soon to tell
and looking for some parallel
can be an endless game
We said goodbe before hello
my secrets she will never know
and if I dig a hole to China
I’ll catch the first junk to SoHo
(chorus)
Sometime from now you’ll bow to pressure
some things in life you cannot measure by degrees
I’m between the poles and the equator
don’t send no private investigator to find me please
‘less he speaks Chinese
and can dance like Astaire overseas

Appears that we have mice again in the house. They chewed up some bread the other day and last night made war on some toilet paper stored in the upstairs bathroom. Galadriel has been on the prowl most nights, which is never a good sign. Generally, she sleeps near my feet.

Dug out the old mousetraps and set them in the kitchen and the bathroom but unfortunately nothing came true.

But last night, after the toilet paper escapade, I set one in the bathroom cabinet. Less than an hour later, I had one. Whee!.

Traps are reset. Fingers are crossed.

I was standing by my window,
On one cold and cloudy day
When I saw that hearse come rolling
For to carry my mother away

Will the circle be unbroken
By and by, lord, by and by
There’s a better home a-waiting
In the sky, lord, in the sky

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