Brad & Heather's Journal

Friday, July 28, 2006

New cat

Why is it so incredibly hard to make flight reservations anymore? I mean, it’s supposed to be easier now that it’s all technologically superior, but I end up spending hours of my life trying to save myself what ends up being about three bucks. And, of course it never crosses my mind that I could actually be doing something else with my time. My favorite trick is when one of the travel sites gives you a quote on a flight and in teeny tiny print at the bottom it tells you that you have to stay overnight in – let’s say Anchorage or Bangor (not that there’s anything wrong with either of those places… I’ve spent the night in both airports because of difficulties way too long to go into here) – BUT, it says… your flight is only going to cost you two jillion dollars rather than two jillion and six dollars. Sigh… I am old enough to remember when all you did was call up the airline or your travel agent and say “I want to go to San Francisco on April 10th and come back on the 14th and about three days later the tickets would arrive in the mail. Okay, the paperless tickets are cool. The only thing that freaks me out is the self-check in machine that knows my full name. (I know – but still it’s a little freaky to have it printed there in black and white.

So, tomorrow we are going to get a new cat. After all of the deaths in our family… two cats, three tadpoles, a fish… (all in one year – no… it wasn’t me) we decided it was time. We are going to Dallas to interview our cat. Well, I actually think he is going to interview us. They had to have three references and then call my vet. And, they called the references. That’s more than most employers I’ve ever had. It seems bogus though. I mean, who is going to list someone that is going to say something bad about them?

“Hello, I wanted to ask you a few questions about Heather Hepler.”
“Uh huh.”
“Well, she is interested in adopting a cat…”
“WHAT?!? Are you crazy? They have a pet cemetery in their back flowerbed. It has a new gravestone every week.

Well, something like that. Wish us luck. What if he doesn’t like us? That might mess with me for years.


Sunday, July 02, 2006

A mouse in the house and a dog on the porch

I’m not sure why it is, but most of my posts are about animals… Well, this one is no different, so stop reading if you’re tired of hearing about my “issues” with our four-legged friends or our two-finned friends, or….
So, there’s this dog.
She’s on our porch.
She thinks she lives here now.
It’s my fault.
Okay, confession number one. I am the BIGGEST sucker in the whole world when it comes to animals. This puppy comes running up to me yesterday and she’s really thin and smelly. It’s about 100 degrees out, so my first instinct is water… go inside fill up a bowl, come back out…. Lap lap lap. Then lots of petting and tail wagging and… .did I mention she stinks? Did I also mention she’s thin? So, I think … hmmm…. We have hot dogs on the freezer that will just get thrown out because my son and I are vegetarians… So, here’s the deal. I can’t have a dog. I don’t want a dog, but until I can figure out what to do with her, I guess I have one.
Confession number two. I think I have a mouse in the house. My raw lasagna noodles that I had left over from (well, duh) making lasagna, had holes in them -- tiny little holes. Then, I found a tiny hole chewed in my bag of flour. Sigh… so it’s off to Wal-Mart tomorrow to buy one of those “animal friendly” traps.

No. Don’t even think it. I am not keeping a mouse.