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| August 23, 2004 -- Are you feeling lucky? |
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Raffle tickets -
The first number is called. "It's mine." says Sandy. "She's very lucky.", the man next to me says. The second number is called. "Oh, that's mine, too.", says Sandy. Pulling the third ticket, Lynn says, "Okay, Sandy, how many tickets did you buy?" "We'll draw another." Raffle tickets (One month later) - The first number is called. "Oh, it's mine.", says Sandy. The second number is called. You guessed it. It's Sandy again. |
| August 15, 2004 -- Tastes like chicken. |
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[Overheard at Carl's Jr.] -
"What's the difference between the chicken stars and the chicken strips?" "Well, the stars are kinda like... um... nuggets? and the strips are like ... chicken." [Overheard at Wendy's] - "We want fifteen chicken nuggets." "Okay, fifteen chicken nuggets. That will be ..." "How much?!! No, not 15 orders! We want f-i-f-t-e-e-n-chicken-nuggets." (Three orders of five each). Can you see my eyes rolling? Maybe they'd like 137 french fries to go with that. |
| August 14, 2004 -- Bon appetit. |
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Juila Child, (1912-2004), was a gourmet chef who also had a taste for hamburgers and hotdogs. She believed in a philosophy of moderation; eat everything and enjoy everything, but in "small helpings."
"It's fun to get together and have something good to eat at least once a day. That's what human life is all about - enjoying things." - Julia Child "I was 32 when I started cooking; up until then, I just ate." - Julia Child "A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand." - Julia Child "The only time to eat diet food is while you are waiting for the steak to cook." - Julia Child "It's OK to make a mistake -- no one sees us alone in the kitchen anyway." - Julia Child Julia was also a cat lover. After getting her first kitty to rid her Paris apartment of mice, cats became a part of her life. Her husband was quoted as saying, "A cat, any cat, is necessary to Julia’s life." |
| August 13, 2004 -- Hippity-hop. |
| I have recently discovered that if I walk around the block in the early morning I can see all the little bunnies hopping back across the street to the canyon. They come over during the night to nibble the fresh green lawns of the yards lining the canyon. |
| August 11, 2004 -- One horrible week. |
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It's been one week.
Last tuesday night we came home from a late movie and Purrs was not home. He was there earlier when Kimberly fed the cats, so sometime between dinnertime and the time we got home, he took off wandering. He was such a little "homebody" cat that I never worried about him. He never even tried to go out the gate like the other cats. But a few days earlier he'd figured out how to get out. And now it's been one week. We've put up the signs. We've driven around the neighborhood. We've walked the canyons. We've checked the shelters. Each morning I expect to see him curled up sleeping on the stairs. Each time I return home, I expect to see him at the gate waiting, but he is not there. I want to keep hoping for a miracle but it gets harder and harder as the days go by. Pip and Toby are in mourning, crying and searching for their friend and brother. I don't understand how this can be happening again. We have spent so much time and expense trying to secure the yard. Other people keep cats for years. Why does this keep happening to me? And now I'm worried all the time about Patch and Pip because I know they can still get out, too. I don't know what more I can do. The yard is almost entirely covered in netting now. Good-bye sweet Purrs. We miss you.  |
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