Sometimes I record jokes in here, particularly if they get a good chuckle out of me.

Spaghetti

For several years, a man was having an affair with an Italian woman. One night, she confided in him that she was pregnant.

Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage, he paid her a large sum of money if she would go to Italy to secretly have the child. If she stayed in Italy to raise the child, he would also provide child support until the child turned 18.

She agreed, but asked how he would know when the baby was born.

To keep it discreet, he told her to simply mail him a post card, and write 'Spaghetti' on the back. He would then arrange for the child support payments to begin.

One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his confused wife.

'Honey,’ she said, ‘you received a very strange post card today.'

'Oh, just give it to me and I'll explain it later,' he said.

The wife did and watched as her husband read the card, turned white, and fainted.

On the card was written:

"Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti.
Three with meatballs, two without.
Send extra sauce."

This morning, Jason and I were tidying the bedroom, when Tigger came in meowing insistently. She was not to be ignored; she was most definitely trying to get our attention.

"What is it Tigs?"

We followed her to the living room where she ran over to the cat tree, and looked at us, meowing very insistently - getting louder if possible. There, at the top of the cat tree, sat Stephen with Tigger's cat toy. He was looking enormously pleased with himself. The top level is about five feet.

The cat tree really wasn't made to hold 30+ lbs on the top level, so we got him down pretty quickly. Within five minutes of getting him down, Tigger was on top of the cat tree, her paw possessively over her mouse, and she was glaring at Stephen. Stephen just laughed.

I wish I'd taken a picture.

We've come back from our weekend at the lake, only to find one of our cats is missing.

We both swear that she was upstairs when we left on Friday.

The cat sitter never saw either cat - she just came, refilled food, and changed the litter. She was in and out, and is familiar with our cats and their sneaky attempts to escape. She said she never had the door open long enough for a cat to escape, and I believe her.

We scoured the house. We searched the garage, in case she got out of the house and into the garage when we were packing.

We can't find Tigger anywhere.

My weekend has been ruined.

I want my baby girl back.

***ETA: Update - J found Tigger this morning, three houses up from us, hiding under a bush! She didn't look remotely concerned. Maybe she thought that since we were going on vacation, she should have one too?

Normally they're my sweet little darlings, but today? It was like there was this high pitched wail that started as soon as they woke up. It got louder through-out the day, and ended being at least 10 decibels louder than the last Metallica concert I attended.

I seriously have a headache!

The new modifications will actually allow us to purge not only deleted and suspended accounts, but inactive accounts as well, as announced in today's news post. This was not the only change put into the worker scripts; we also had to add logic that removed comments and community entries posted by accounts being purged.

Lovely, so all the people with whom I used to be friends, that commented on my lj, who are no longer active in lj or who deleted their accounts, will also have all their comments in my lj deleted, leaving those threads completely screwed for comprehension.

I'm not appreciating this.

Got back late yesterday from a long weekend at my mom's cabin. It was lovely... very restful. It's times like that when I wished I could take the summer off, and just enjoy it with the kids.

On a more serious note, I have to figure out what to do about the cabin's attic.

1) We found out we had a leak in the roof, so that's just lovely, it will have to be repaired.

2) We have a family of bats in there, and have had some for a couple of years. Except the family seems to have grown into a rather significant colony of a couple of hundred. Now we're pretty pro-bat here, but that many bats in my attic makes me a bit nervous that there could be some health concerns - and I mean health concerns in us staying at the cabin, not health concerns over going into the attic - we never go in (except for now that we have to repair the roof). I'm delighted that there's bats in there that will deter other things from living in there.

Saw some really nice bat houses online for a stupid amount of money. Don't really have that kind of cash lying around, so it looks like we'll have to try building some.

I think my cats would be in love with the bat house - it would provide them with hours of entertainment.

Will have to look into the bats thing a bit more. The more I read about them, the more I really want to get into bat conservation!

You know that little trip down memory lane I took the other night, listening to Roger Whittaker? Well I found this, and felt it was highly appropriate to post on Canada Day.



"CANADA IS was written by two young Canadians: Eric Robertson and Steve Hyde. To me it is special... very special. It sums up in words and music my feelings for a country I have visited and enjoyed so many times. I have sung it on countless occasions in concert since it was first recorded in 1974 and every time, without exception, it has been emotionally and movingly received.

In all my world travels, it is quite the loveliest tribute to any country I have ever heard. It is appropriate to release it as a single now. To Canada - Thanks for all our good times. I salute your future."
~ Roger Whittaker

In other news, I find it profoundly annoying that lj comment notification is slow when there is lj drama going on. Geez lj, get it together!

The kids had food poisoning on Sunday, which meant they couldn't go to daycare on Monday (sine we weren't positive at that time is was food poisoning). Since I'd been away from work all last week, Jason took the day off and stayed home with the kids. Since they seemed fine, he took them to the zoo, which was nice for all of them, since usually it's me who takes days off to do fun things with them.

One of the big attractions at the zoo, are the little feeding stations where you can buy seed for a $0.25, and feed the geese. The kids love it. Jason bought seed for both Alex and Stephen to feed the geese, both of whom have done this before.

Alex happily fed the geese. Stephen took one look at the bird seed, and promptly threw it all in his mouth. Apparently he was in need of a snack.

On this fine evening, I find myself remembering my father and some of the good times we had together. They included listening to Roger Whittaker. I love his music - seriously love it. I've spent the last couple of hours listening to some of my favs on YouTube.

I figured (tonight anyway) I won't subject you all to my nostalgic memories. but I will post this one song, because it is seriously the most amazing whistling I have ever heard in my life.

Lately, since the kids have been out in the sun, Alexandra's hair has been getting even more blond - practically platnim. She's been asking about her hair being yellow and everyone else's hair being brown. Jason was telling her how his hair was really blond too, when he was young.

Alex's response: "Daddy, YOU were young?"