Right in the middle of a 4 lane highway, enjoying the morning’s hit and run. I like the attitude on the little fellow, he’s already tired out from eating. I hope neither of them got smushed.

I don’t know what else to say. I’m tired and I need a few sleeps to gather my thoughts and feelings.

Then something even worse happened. By the time I got home from work Kelly had also wedged herself under the rocks. How could this be happening?? Both fish in one day? I agonized over what I’d done the day before, which was rinse the filter and top up the pond, but I do those things all the time and nothing terrible had happened. So I readied myself and asked Ari to do the dirty work. Unlike me, she isn’t squeamish about touching dead things . So she lifted the rock…and Kelly swam out. She wasn’t dead but she wasn’t ok either. It was clear that she was missing her old friend and protector. She sulked for 2 days under those rocks. She didn’t even beg for breakfast. Awful, so heart breaking. So, I got her a friend. His name is Dylan and he is a little smaller than Kelly. It’s hard to say how friendly they are, she tries to hide under him but she is too fat. He races around the pond, he is getting to know his new surroundings. I’m trying to give him space to settle in but it looks good, Kelly is out of hiding.

RIP Donna, the white warrior princess of the pond.

If that cat was thinking about going into porn, I’d suggest he change his name to Rusty Pawprints.

*Not my kitty. And anyway, Rose is too old and horrible for pornography.

That is her. Although if her mouth was open she would be more recognizable.

Here is a picture that made me laugh for a long time and forced me to attempt the same pose. You should do the same.

So awesome, right? Prada, you’re killing me.

Now if only you could figure out how to make me coffee. Or toast, that’s easy.

Oh, and while I don’t like seagulls ever, I did appreciate this one preening itself at the top of a lamp post.

Not a great pic of me, but it was the only one where her eyes were open. Out of 8. She was wide awake.

I’m hoping to get some decent sleep tonight. On top of my usual stresses in life, I lost my skull ring on Monday afternoon. I noticed it missing when we got home from High Park, ugh, and we drove back to do some searching and turned up nada. Tears, many tears were shed. Teeth gnashed. More tears. I turned our rather messy home upside down looking in all the obvious spots, then the less obvious spots and then the ridiculous spots. Nada. Looked everywhere another dozen times. I made posters for the park (honestly, I had no idea where I lost it) and a craigslist ad and told my neighbors and posted on Facebook and twitter.

Agony. My heart was in serious amounts of pain. And then my dad had his hip replacement surgery that did not go as well as planned and when I talked to my mom to find out how he was doing, I burst into tears in the grocery store.

No sleep+stupid amount of stress=crying in public. Vodka helped. Vodka is very helpful in small amounts. Ditto mind numbing video games.

Fast forward to today, 5 days from the day I lost it and guess what? Ari found it on the floor of the truck, in the back seat! I don’t often hug and kiss her, but today was certainly exceptional and I did plant a few on her rosy cheek. As a reward I gave her the pink knitted squid that she has been begging for since I made it. And Shannon got her a new game for her ds.

And my dad is recovering nicely, he is out of bed and enjoying the women’s world cup soccer.

Sleep? Come back please. You are missed!

And I gots my strut on.

This handsome fellow was outside the Skydome Roger’s Centre when I went to the Jays game last Friday against Detroit. Hard for me, what with my serious love of all things Detroit, but I’m a Toronto girl at heart. Birdy was hoping for hotdog bun and birdy was not disappoint.

We don’t have rats inside our space (YET!) but they have been lumping around the compost bins and gardens a bunch. Big holes and I saw a MONSTER rat-a live one-last week that at first I thought was a wet squirrel. Yes, that big.

And this guy (not the monster)  met a not so pleasant end.

I’m going to post date a few more blog entries.

The Irishmen found the cardinals to be so exotic.

I do too. Lovely.