Little Johnny Wujick

I was honored last week to meet 6 week old Johnny Wujick. He was looking intensely at everyone around him (except me) but he wasn't crying while I was holding him (which is GOOD!!). Bill actually made him smile. But I have to admit, the person he was most infatuated with, was his mom, Sarah.

The Wujick's and the Eseltine/Feretto's squeezed in a heated and highly debated game of Scattergories, between crying/feeding episodes, about three hour chunks.

I wanted to point out, that "Man of La Mancha" was in fact a book, which gives me two points, which brings me up to 40 points, which means I don't gain anything. I believe the Wujicks scored 42 points each....but it's the principle of the thing. Unfortunately, General Tom Thumb was before the time of television, which doesn't change my score at all. I know, this is all a little inside, but quite fun.

Is anybody out there?

This is just to let people know that I will post specifics this weekend. Just to see if anyone is paying attention.

Bill is going to show me how to load photos, ooh I'm so high-tech!!



Lola Kitten



Pancho Cat

Ahh, the people.....

Ahh, the people have called, and want another post. Actually, I was dreaming one up, you know, wondering what could be interesting enough to get my fans back. But until I figure that one out, I have some things to talk about.

I catch the bus at 6:30 AM each morning. If I catch that one, it takes only 45 to 60 minutes to get to work. If I catch the 6:55 bus, it takes about 75 to 90 minutes. Mind you, I could drive to work in about 10 minutes, if I had a car. BUT having to go downtown and deal with disgruntled bus drivers who drive away even if four of us are about 15 feet away, waiving and running to catch that particular bus....

So, my bus ride. Since I spend about two hours each day sitting on the bus, you would think I would read or do something useful. Nope. I read at first, but started getting car (bus) sick. I tried to knit, but the needles were awkward. Crocheting is much easier, but I don't do that very often. I look out the window, or watch and analyze the people on the bus. There are all types.

The annoying types include the guy who sat and stared at me for the full 30 minutes (I transfer busses, so it's about 15 minutes on the first bus and 30 minutes on the second). The more annoying types are the people, unfortunately most are women, are the ones who sit on the outside and won't move in for people to sit. There could be old or disabled people needing to sit, and these mean, cruel people still sit on the outside. The just keep "reading" or acting like they don't notice the people standing, or notice the fact that the bus is packed.

And it's quite amazing how many people do not believe in bathing regularly. I'm not saying they have to bathe each day, and I understand there is a large homeless population who doesn't have the luxury of bathing each day. BUT the people, mostly men this time, who just smell! Their hair smells like oily hair, they smell like stale body odor. YEEUCKK!!! And it's also amazing how many men still do the comb-over. Not just the little four or five inches from one side to another, but the 10 inches swirled around like a sleeping rodent. For those of my close friends who might read this, remember, if you start to lose your hair, no one likes a comb-over.

Okay, enough complaining. It's just going to get worse. If Bill and I actually find a house we can afford (or possibly just a glorified shed), my commute will probably get longer. We're in kind of a tough spot. It's hard to see things that are somewhat affordable (especially compared to the housing market in Cali), and know that we still have MONTHS (six actually) on our lease. What to do, what to do?

By the way, just a warning, you think I don't write on this blog, or respond to emails quickly now? If we are able to buy a house, we won't actually be able to afford anything else. We'll live on ramen and water with no internet or television. I'm wondering if we'll actually be able to afford electricity, or if we should just buy some kerosene lamps and a sterno can. I can live without the internet, but I'm completely addicted to television. The cooking channel mostly. (Did I spell "sterno" correctly? It wasn't in my spell check dictionary. Isn't that the little can thing that you light? It was on the cooking channel last week.)

Well my complaining was fun for me. Quite a release. I must go smoke a cigarette now.

The Title IS..........no title

Whew, it's been a while, actually, this is going to be my first real post. I sit here, in Seattle, drinking a green beer, in honor of Bill's ancestors. THOUGH, I feel some guilt. As the story goes, (and please don't correct me if I'm wrong, remember, ignorance is bliss) St. Patrick's Day is a celebration of Patrick ridding Ireland of snakes; "snakes" meaning "druids". As this is a form of religious persecution, I don't fully know if I should be celebrating. I guess I can go both ways, drink green beer, but not wear any green. Either way, I am celebrating finally figuring out my password to start filling the IntarWeb with my inconsistent, boring blabber. Actually, Bill figured out my password, so if my writing gets too boring, too consistent, too...too, then it's his fault (like most things in my life, his fault).

Let's see, what has been happening in my life? I've started a new job, and am much happier than I was the first couple of months. I have recently started to pay more attention to bumper stickers, and will let you know when a particularly funny or clever one shows up. I especially liked the one that said "the only bush I trust is my own". I see that too many girls SPIT in Seattle. It's disgusting when boys do it, but why would GIRLS take up the "sport".

I do wonder if this beer will turn my mouth green in time for a little appetizer/cocktail shin-dig that I am obligated to attend later this evening. On that note, time is short, and I just wanted to say hello.

okay, okay

Oh, I just forgot what I was going to say. Hold on. . .

Ginger enters the blogosphere

More to come.