Hello most humans and many others,
Yesterday there was what Missy Linda called a "classic Mr. Nick" event. Tio Kane and Mr. Nick were moving furniture and things out of storage in Mr. Nick's pick-up. Mr. Nick had just given Tio Kane a safety talk about the bungee cord things they were using to secure the load in the truck. Tio Kane went to sit in the cab while Mr. Nick finished fastening down the cords.
All of a sudden, Tio Kane heard, "Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!" When he turned to see what happened, there was Mr. Nick flat on his back in the parking lot. Because it was Mr. Nick, Tio Kane immediately assumed the worst possible scenario. Was his neck or back broken? Did he have a terrible head injury from hitting the concrete?
Fortunately (?), Mr. Nick had been hit in the mouth and not his eye, and his back, neck, skull, and teeth seemed to be okay. There was a gushing split in his swelling lip, but that appeared to be the only injury.
From what I have heard Missy Linda say, Mr. Nick has had his share of accidental injuries. She was attempting to count the number of breaks to his left arm and hand the other day, and it was hard for her to decide on an accurate count. Oh, Mr. Nick!
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Thursday, February 7, 2013
New Lights, New Windows
Hello most humans and many others,
Missy Linda was happier today when she got back from the house we are moving to. She said that the new outside lights that the landlord had put up look so much better than the old, broken, mismatched fixtures that were there. Also, the rest of the windows were put in this afternoon. Every window except the big one in the living room have been replaced now. Missy Linda is worried that Mr. Nelson won't like the windows in this house because he won't be able to see out of many of them. They are more like regular windows, and where we live now, the windows go low enough for him to see out of many of them. He likes to keep an eye on his world.
Another thing Missy Linda was happy about today was the change in the big house on the corner. It is a big two story brick home that had boarded up windows and appeared to have had a fire. All of a sudden, the windows were fixed, and there were curtains. It helps a lot in taking away that crack house feeling from the street. It was the only derelict house that could be seen from our house, so the ambiance was palpable. Now it seems like a regular street, as far as one can see, anyway.
Missy Linda was happier today when she got back from the house we are moving to. She said that the new outside lights that the landlord had put up look so much better than the old, broken, mismatched fixtures that were there. Also, the rest of the windows were put in this afternoon. Every window except the big one in the living room have been replaced now. Missy Linda is worried that Mr. Nelson won't like the windows in this house because he won't be able to see out of many of them. They are more like regular windows, and where we live now, the windows go low enough for him to see out of many of them. He likes to keep an eye on his world.
Another thing Missy Linda was happy about today was the change in the big house on the corner. It is a big two story brick home that had boarded up windows and appeared to have had a fire. All of a sudden, the windows were fixed, and there were curtains. It helps a lot in taking away that crack house feeling from the street. It was the only derelict house that could be seen from our house, so the ambiance was palpable. Now it seems like a regular street, as far as one can see, anyway.
Monday, February 4, 2013
Hello most humans and many others,
From my perch atop to dining table, looking out the front window, I saw a sad sight this morning. It was Big Trash Day in our neighborhood. Missy Linda had dragged out the poor old blue sofa from the family room. It really wasn't that old; it was just not high quality furniture to begin with. It had holes worn through on the seat cushions. It had some holes on either end made by a previous kitty. The frame was snapped in half in one place which made it start to cave in upon itself. It was hideous. It smelled funny.
The embarrassing part is that it was still there when the trash dudes came. Usually, there isn't much left by Monday morning because people drive around and "shop" the night before. It is just a sad sign of poor Missy Linda's life: nobody wants her discards because she totally uses them up and sucks them dry. Poor Missy Linda.
From my perch atop to dining table, looking out the front window, I saw a sad sight this morning. It was Big Trash Day in our neighborhood. Missy Linda had dragged out the poor old blue sofa from the family room. It really wasn't that old; it was just not high quality furniture to begin with. It had holes worn through on the seat cushions. It had some holes on either end made by a previous kitty. The frame was snapped in half in one place which made it start to cave in upon itself. It was hideous. It smelled funny.
The embarrassing part is that it was still there when the trash dudes came. Usually, there isn't much left by Monday morning because people drive around and "shop" the night before. It is just a sad sign of poor Missy Linda's life: nobody wants her discards because she totally uses them up and sucks them dry. Poor Missy Linda.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
First Black Eye
Hello most humans and many others,
Last night Missy Linda and Tio Kane had dinner with Missy Emma, Missy Ryley, Missy Lesley, and Mr. Nick. No, I was not invited. They completely forgot about me, as usual.
However, I heard that the company for the evening was quite entertaining. For instance, Missy Emma, 5, regaled everyone (with a little help from Mom, Missy Lesley) with the story of how she recently got her first black eye.
Missy Emma and Missy Ryley were playing at the home of Missy Emma's best friend since they were one year old, Mr. Omar. Missy Ryley is also a friend of Mr. Omar's sister, Missy Lena. Well, as frequently happens when kids get together, a great idea was born. At the top of a tall staircase, Mr. Omar is zipped up snugly into a suitcase and pushed off the precipice of the first step. Thump! Thump! Thump! Missy Lesley and Mr. Omar's mother rush to find out what is happening. As Mr. Omar's ride nears the bottom step, his mother reaches out to grab the suitcase as it goes off course. Somehow in the melee, Missy Emma gets punched in the eye accidently as the suitcase gets unzipped. Mr. Omar jumps out and yells, "That was great!"
Missy Linda says that its comforting that some things about being kids never change.
Last night Missy Linda and Tio Kane had dinner with Missy Emma, Missy Ryley, Missy Lesley, and Mr. Nick. No, I was not invited. They completely forgot about me, as usual.
However, I heard that the company for the evening was quite entertaining. For instance, Missy Emma, 5, regaled everyone (with a little help from Mom, Missy Lesley) with the story of how she recently got her first black eye.
Missy Emma and Missy Ryley were playing at the home of Missy Emma's best friend since they were one year old, Mr. Omar. Missy Ryley is also a friend of Mr. Omar's sister, Missy Lena. Well, as frequently happens when kids get together, a great idea was born. At the top of a tall staircase, Mr. Omar is zipped up snugly into a suitcase and pushed off the precipice of the first step. Thump! Thump! Thump! Missy Lesley and Mr. Omar's mother rush to find out what is happening. As Mr. Omar's ride nears the bottom step, his mother reaches out to grab the suitcase as it goes off course. Somehow in the melee, Missy Emma gets punched in the eye accidently as the suitcase gets unzipped. Mr. Omar jumps out and yells, "That was great!"
Missy Linda says that its comforting that some things about being kids never change.
Friday, February 1, 2013
On the Edge
Hello most humans and many others,
Well, I'm finally back. After nearly an eternity being head first in a shopping bag, lost under coats on a dining chair, I was finally rescued when Missy Linda was looking for something else. (!) Now, we're moving to a different house. At least, I'm assuming that I'm moving with them - - - there's a lot of stuff going into the trash!
I have heard Missy Linda and Tio Kane talking about where we are moving, but I haven't been there yet. I can't really picture what it's going to be like from what they say. They keep mentioning that it's on the edge.
On the corner of the next block is a large brick boarded up house surrounded by regular looking houses. One block one way is a neighboorhood of small, older, mostly run down homes with about every fifth one boarded up and with some graffiti here and there. The farther that direction you go, the more depressing it gets.
One block the other direction are larger, upper middle class homes with fancy cars in the driveways. The back yards of these homes are large with trampolines and play forts for the well-dressed children who live there. The mothers there jog while pushing expensive running strollers.
I think it's kind of a warning for Missy Linda. It gives her a distinct picture of where she can go. If she doesn't put her nose to the grindstone or come up with some great ideas, she could move one direction, but if she keeps going downhill, she could move the other. On the edge might be a terrifying place to live, or it might be an inspiring place to live. We'll see.
Well, I'm finally back. After nearly an eternity being head first in a shopping bag, lost under coats on a dining chair, I was finally rescued when Missy Linda was looking for something else. (!) Now, we're moving to a different house. At least, I'm assuming that I'm moving with them - - - there's a lot of stuff going into the trash!
I have heard Missy Linda and Tio Kane talking about where we are moving, but I haven't been there yet. I can't really picture what it's going to be like from what they say. They keep mentioning that it's on the edge.
On the corner of the next block is a large brick boarded up house surrounded by regular looking houses. One block one way is a neighboorhood of small, older, mostly run down homes with about every fifth one boarded up and with some graffiti here and there. The farther that direction you go, the more depressing it gets.
One block the other direction are larger, upper middle class homes with fancy cars in the driveways. The back yards of these homes are large with trampolines and play forts for the well-dressed children who live there. The mothers there jog while pushing expensive running strollers.
I think it's kind of a warning for Missy Linda. It gives her a distinct picture of where she can go. If she doesn't put her nose to the grindstone or come up with some great ideas, she could move one direction, but if she keeps going downhill, she could move the other. On the edge might be a terrifying place to live, or it might be an inspiring place to live. We'll see.
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Be Back Soon
Hello most humans and many others,
If any of you are still checking on me, I just wanted to let you know that I'll be back February 1, 2013. I need a little time to recuperate from a long bout of having been left head first in a shopping bag. Talk to you soon.
If any of you are still checking on me, I just wanted to let you know that I'll be back February 1, 2013. I need a little time to recuperate from a long bout of having been left head first in a shopping bag. Talk to you soon.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
An Anniversary
Hello most humans and many others,
Well, I haven't been any where or done anything since I talked to you about it last. I did get moved from the dining table to the side board or whatever that is that's also in the dining room. Not a long trip nor a very different vantage point. Have you all been thinking about what I said?
This month, according to Missy Linda, is the fifteenth anniversary of living in this house. She says that it will be the last because we are going to have to move, as you've heard before. She seems to be unhappy about this. She says there is going to be so much downsizing that we will probably be down to less than half as much stuff as we have now. She says that we'll be very fortunate if we can afford a house that is even half as big as this one. I think that she is trying to tell me that MY stuff is going to go.
I have a vision that wherever we land, I will not only not get any new dresses and things that I need, I will be losing many of my precious belongings. I don't think Missy Linda will get a storage facility for me.
Friends of Juana Tortilla out there, please consider the proposals I have been mentioning lately that pertain to my personal well-being. OK?
Well, I haven't been any where or done anything since I talked to you about it last. I did get moved from the dining table to the side board or whatever that is that's also in the dining room. Not a long trip nor a very different vantage point. Have you all been thinking about what I said?
This month, according to Missy Linda, is the fifteenth anniversary of living in this house. She says that it will be the last because we are going to have to move, as you've heard before. She seems to be unhappy about this. She says there is going to be so much downsizing that we will probably be down to less than half as much stuff as we have now. She says that we'll be very fortunate if we can afford a house that is even half as big as this one. I think that she is trying to tell me that MY stuff is going to go.
I have a vision that wherever we land, I will not only not get any new dresses and things that I need, I will be losing many of my precious belongings. I don't think Missy Linda will get a storage facility for me.
Friends of Juana Tortilla out there, please consider the proposals I have been mentioning lately that pertain to my personal well-being. OK?
Friday, August 24, 2012
Snap Out of It
Hello most humans and many others,
I just want to let all of you out there know that I am officially tired of Missy Linda's whining and moping around, and I am putting her on notice. I will find a better place to live if she doesn't snap out of it and start taking me places and doing entertaining things with me.
Remember back when I had a party for every holiday - - - some of them weren't even important holidays? Remember when I had an outfit for every occasion and every holiday? I want to go back to those days.
If Missy Linda wants to have my brillant personality and lovely countenance around, she had better get on the stick and make my life more pleasant. I think I might be growing roots down into the dining table. Do you suppose that's possible?
If any of you out there would like to take on the responsibilities of making my life great, just let me know. OK? I think I could be rich and/or famous if I just had the right person helping me. Is that you?
I just want to let all of you out there know that I am officially tired of Missy Linda's whining and moping around, and I am putting her on notice. I will find a better place to live if she doesn't snap out of it and start taking me places and doing entertaining things with me.
Remember back when I had a party for every holiday - - - some of them weren't even important holidays? Remember when I had an outfit for every occasion and every holiday? I want to go back to those days.
If Missy Linda wants to have my brillant personality and lovely countenance around, she had better get on the stick and make my life more pleasant. I think I might be growing roots down into the dining table. Do you suppose that's possible?
If any of you out there would like to take on the responsibilities of making my life great, just let me know. OK? I think I could be rich and/or famous if I just had the right person helping me. Is that you?
Sunday, August 19, 2012
To Go or Not To Go
Hello most humans and many others,
Wow! Missy Linda is about to drive us all crazy today! By 6:00 am tomorrow morning, she must be enrolled in school if she is going to go. She doesn't know what to do, she says. She doesn't have a job, and she isn't scheduled for any great interviews or anything. That means that she has no money, and she doesn't have a clue about when she will have some.
She says that it might be a good time to rack up some hours in school, but somehow the tuition must get paid. Or, on the other hand, she posits, she could take a class or two in the evening like she has been doing the last few semesters, in case she should get a day job. (Like that's going to happen.) She keeps hoping, though.
Here's the thing: I don't really care what she does about her little problems - - - as long as she shuts up about that stuff! She drives herself and everyone else bonkers by going back and forth and around and around about what to do. I think it's more than enough that I have to listen to her whine about how she's going to have to move. After all, I have to move, too!
Wow! Missy Linda is about to drive us all crazy today! By 6:00 am tomorrow morning, she must be enrolled in school if she is going to go. She doesn't know what to do, she says. She doesn't have a job, and she isn't scheduled for any great interviews or anything. That means that she has no money, and she doesn't have a clue about when she will have some.
She says that it might be a good time to rack up some hours in school, but somehow the tuition must get paid. Or, on the other hand, she posits, she could take a class or two in the evening like she has been doing the last few semesters, in case she should get a day job. (Like that's going to happen.) She keeps hoping, though.
Here's the thing: I don't really care what she does about her little problems - - - as long as she shuts up about that stuff! She drives herself and everyone else bonkers by going back and forth and around and around about what to do. I think it's more than enough that I have to listen to her whine about how she's going to have to move. After all, I have to move, too!
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Not Everyone Loves Olympics
Hello most humans and many others,
From listening to the television and Missy Linda and Tio Kane talking, it seems that all the world is interested in only the Olympics. But I know differently. I happen to know that at least a couple of people are not happy about the Olympics because I've been nosing around in Missy Linda's computer.
I know for sure that her friends, Merja Karhu and Clement Lee, who live in London, are not happy about the Olympics. Clement is a graduate student who is originally from Hong Kong. He is just annoyed that it is harder to get where he needs to go, and the city is just over run with too many people.
Merja's problems are similar to Clement's except hers are closer to her daily life. On one side of her apartment building, there is one of those giant screens where people can watch the athletic events. On the other side of her building is a carnival, which turned out to be a big bust. She has a young son so she thought at least he might have a good time there, but they couldn't even get all the rides up and running. She is not happy with all the noise and the greasy food smells, and her son is disappointed that he has not had any of the fun he had hoped he would.
Merja is awakened some mornings around 6:00 am by the soldiers and security guards patrolling outside her building. They talk loudly on their walkie-talkies. One morning she stepped out onto her balcony, and she heard one say, "Woman on second floor balcony."
I suppose she can at least feel safe, right?
From listening to the television and Missy Linda and Tio Kane talking, it seems that all the world is interested in only the Olympics. But I know differently. I happen to know that at least a couple of people are not happy about the Olympics because I've been nosing around in Missy Linda's computer.
I know for sure that her friends, Merja Karhu and Clement Lee, who live in London, are not happy about the Olympics. Clement is a graduate student who is originally from Hong Kong. He is just annoyed that it is harder to get where he needs to go, and the city is just over run with too many people.
Merja's problems are similar to Clement's except hers are closer to her daily life. On one side of her apartment building, there is one of those giant screens where people can watch the athletic events. On the other side of her building is a carnival, which turned out to be a big bust. She has a young son so she thought at least he might have a good time there, but they couldn't even get all the rides up and running. She is not happy with all the noise and the greasy food smells, and her son is disappointed that he has not had any of the fun he had hoped he would.
Merja is awakened some mornings around 6:00 am by the soldiers and security guards patrolling outside her building. They talk loudly on their walkie-talkies. One morning she stepped out onto her balcony, and she heard one say, "Woman on second floor balcony."
I suppose she can at least feel safe, right?
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