I can't even cross a parking lot without mittens lately.
Well, it was another fabulous weekend at Casa del Turmano, even though it was free-ee-ee-zing. We have a special guest till next Saturday or so--the Soph-Meister! (The in-law's golden retriever...who I believe typically goes by Sophie.)
Gus and Sophie are getting along great, even though their perspectives on what are reasonable/unreasonable speeds at which to be operating vary somewhat. (Gus: one of those little hand-held fans on high; Sophie: the occasional tradewind.)
Ginger has spent the entire weekend out of view.
Muffy, David, and I got together yesterday. We were supposed to hit up the Omnitheater, but changed our plans and headed to the Riverview for the $2 showing of Bolt. Pretty sure 75% of the audience was under the age of ten, but hey, we had fun!
Before the movie we stopped to see frozen Minnehaha Falls, which right now is so frozen, it's blue. Unfortunately all the stairways to the bottom are closed because they're nothing but solid ice blocks, but that didn't stop David from making a little visit to the wild side....
Fun times, fun times. I'll leave you with three thoughts because I'm two shakes of a lamb's tail from hitting the pillow.
1. If you haven't seen Slumdog Millionaire, go see it because you'll probably enjoy it.
2. I just got over 500 additional photos of Colombia via my traveling partners! Will share.
You must understand, there are about eight million things I'd rather do. But thanks to the laying on of guilt from a certain veterinarian, I did it. I brushed my cat's teeth.
I consider this the cost-effective version of protecting our ferocious mountain lion from the effects of gingivitis. Cost-effective compared to putting her under anesthesia for a clinic version that would cost ten times what we paid for her.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm an animal lover and I CARE, but I also want to be able to afford to eat. Hence the purchase of a cat toothbrush...and the burden of following through on using it. I put off dental duty as long as possible, but eventually the conscience gave in.
In the end, though, Ginger was a total champ about it and proved there was no need for Micah to be wearing the oven mitts he put on to protect himself in the role of cat hold-er down-er. And who knew we'd come across some technical writing at its best in the process! (See below.)
Exhibit A - the lovely lady
Exhibit B - kitten model stricken with fear
Exhibit C - How To
Step 1: "Begin by gently massaging your cat until your cat is relaxed."
Ginger has been known to attack when relaxed AND purring.
Step 2: "Once your cat is relaxed, squeeze a small amount of toothpaste on your finger and allow your cat to taste it."
That could take hours. Hmm...apparently not if you put some on her nose.
Step 3: Now that your cat has accepted the toothpaste, proceed."
Will she tell me when she's accepted it?
Step 4: Gently brush teeth with short strokes.
Absolutely the only kind possible, if we're being honest.
So anyway, I finally got to check this off the to-do list. YES!!!
What I'm listening to now. Some new, some old, some perhaps "out," but it's the beat that counts. And maybe, just maybe, I've heartily sung along to many of these in the car.
Mirrorball - Elbox
Time to Pretend - MGMT
Coffee - Aesop Rock
L.E.S. Artistes - Santogold
Live For Tomorrow - Moby
Mykonos - Fleet Foxes
Everybody Here is a Cloud - Cloud Cult (an acquired taste)
Annie Waits- Ben Folds
Everything - Murs
Bruises - Chairlift
Banquet - Bloc Party
Spiderwebs - No Doubt (Takes me back to 8th grade!)
When it comes to music, I'm a genre jumper. If it sounds cool, I don't really care if it's rap or polka or John Tesh. At some point in the last few months, I seem to have developed a penchant for "underground MCs," or at least some of that kind of rap. **Insert amused husband reaction here** Can you imagine me at an underground MC show?? No you can't and neither can I! But some of it is really catchy and I'll be singing along on my way to work, just like that guy in Office Space!
It's amazing how one day you can be sitting in an open air living room somewhere warm, drinking something fruity out of a coconut, and the next, you're dressed in multiple layers of black spandex, suited up for a run in sub-zero temps and hoping you don't get frostbite.
But oh well, buckle down and charge ahead! (Said a Scandinavian on the news once.) I'm not going to get down about the ice block that is January-February-March. Instead I'll think about all the great things about living in Minnesota.
1. No cockroaches, mosquitos, or gigantic reptiles
2. When snow clings to every tree, branch, bush, fence...so pretty!
3. You can run an extra errand after grocery shopping because you don't have to worry about the dairy products or frozen foods in your trunk
4. Not having to put sunscreen all over yourself every time you go outside
5. How fruit I take to work gets nicely chilled after an hour in the parking lot at morning swim practice
6. Speaking of #5, winter = the best oranges. Don't know why. Living in MN isn't actually the reason for this one, but it's a major seasonal snack highlight for me.
So yes, I love going places where the weather is warm, but I'm pretty sure I was meant to represent the C-O-L-D. It kind of grows on you...once you've got the right boots. (And yes, I did take the flip flops off before I went outside.)
Look at this man. Is there not something odd going on here?
Saving museums for the last day in Cartagena wasn't the greatest idea. Several marathon late nights under my belt--the kind only possible near the equator--make me totally apathetic towards history. I was literally dragging myself across the floor, doing the whole "I need to sit down" thing. But then I saw this guy and was like, "Wah?"
My question: is the droopy eye on purpose? Or a nasty joke? (This was in the Museum of the Inquisition, after all.) Here's the thing. Even if this supposedly distinguished man did have a droopy eye, don't you think they'd paint a glorified version of him? Another thing making this hard for me is that I turned a corner and there was a picture of a DIFFERENT guy with a droopy eye. I obviously haven't done my research. Maybe it was genetic. Does anyone know?
Back from Colombia! What a great trip. Cartagena is one of the most beautiful places I've ever visited. The country has to be one of the world's Best Kept Secrets of travel--inexpensive with beautiful architecture, friendly people, fresh seafood galore...and tons of sun. Throw in a superlatively glamorous wedding with the chance to wear a dress fancier than what I wore to high school prom, a Spanish-speaking friend, and NO travel issues, and you get a trip you'll be talking about for a long time.