movin’ already

well it so happens that i kicked myself in the ass and decided to decide something. and i adopted wordpress and i moved back home. follow me!

twelve

my Milady, my baby girl, turns twelve today (which means the baby boys are one and a half exactly). she’s been in quite a mood recently, and i don’t quite know how to explain it. but she’s the prettiest black kitty ever, and the brightest cat that ever was. i’m too post-gym tired to write much more, but i would only have good things to say about the being that has shared my entire adult life with me, who has moved to all my apartments with me, who wants to spend her every evening casually napping on my knees.

incroyabable*

well, today is day two. day two of the bandit actually going to the gym! incroyabable*! Herb and i signed up for a week – because that’s all we could afford – at our friendly neighborhood community centre (living in a poor area *has* to have its benefits!). stairmaster here i come (i might get my own cardiovascular system one of these days!). muscle machines, allow me to sweat upon thee! i must have taken it easy – it’s day two and i actually feel like going (as opposed to going « ow, ow, ow, ouch » repeatedly…).
* word a curtesy of my dear friend azl.

zoology

well i took Tao to the vet to get his urine tested to make sure the bladder infection was gone (it was) and the vet found crystals (bad news – even though they look cute under the microscope, those things could kill my baby!). so now i have to put him on special food to dissolve the crystals. and cut the treats and tuna water. then if all goes well (pray the goddess) in 45 days he goes back to normal-ish food, and the others go on it with him… except Milady, who will be twelve tomorrow, and needs to stay on the weight control diet. oh boy. yeah that means separating the five cats at meal time. yeah that means removing the food in between meals.
but that’s not even what freaked me out at the vet’s. not by far. see, i had taken out the pink blanket that is usually in the pet carrier (that blanket has quite a history – it was the one i used when i picked up Milady twelve years minus six weeks ago and i used the other half of it to put in the box when i brought my sweet Rimbaud (rip) home a year later), because Tao had been without a litter for a few hours. well over there on the vet table, we saw little pink things. they looked like bits of paper, perhaps, or little carpet fuzz. pink. like the blanket. so far so good. except that the vet’s assistant noticed one of them move. there were little worms in there, one to each fibrous pink cocoon, and they were moving around, extending their body out and then dragging the cocoon forward. we’re talkingtwo millimeters long, three at the most. but… yuck! and even though the three women at the vet agreed that something pink could not be evil, i’m not so freaking sure! the bugs were nothing vet-related though (phew). right now the blanket is soaking in hot water (i found more bugs when i shook it over the balcony) and i’m planning a visit to the insectarium on saturday morning to get those things identified (the vet was so curious she looked at one under the microscope and called the insectarium for me!).

walk for life – marche pour la vie

thanks to many of you folks, i managed to raise $615 for this year’s WALK for LIFE on behalf of ACCM (only $500 shows up online but to that total, cheques that i brought to the site will be added). many thanks!

bienvenue, welcome

hey people. the bandit’s back, and not too sure what will happen next. stay tuned… please! 😉

coucou les aminches (lol). le bandit est de retour, mais je ne suis pas encore certaine de ce que cet espace deviendra. vous reviendrez? 😉

how to turn something good into something bad

thanks to those stupid « canadian » ads (this one, actually), whenever i smell toast, i have a momentary *certainty* that i’m about to have a seizure. even though i’ve never had one in my life. thanks a lot, doctor Penfield!

(oh and by the way, NO you’re not going to be poking my brain! gees, i’m already freaked out looking at the equipement – or lack thereof – of the first astronauts (were they stupid? how could they trust any of it? and why do we trust it now when obviously it’ll always be better/safer later? am i the only one who values her own life?), so imagine someone coming to me to say ‘well it’s never been done before but i’ll remove your skull and poke around’! yeah, right. i’ll stick with the seizures, thanks.)

the bandit is back

eh ben voilà que le bandit revient, en format probablement bilingue, après des mea culpa et des escapades sans fin. fini le temps du vieux bandit qui dit tout: le bandit a appris à dire certaines choses ailleurs, sans détails incriminants, et il (elle!) est prêt à réinvestir son propre monde. me revoilà donc.