niicelaady

To paraphrase the Capital One commercial: What's in YOUR head? What's in mine is here: always personal, occasionally political, sometimes a rant on language or pop culture, or a heads-up on an interesting link I've found. I hope that all my friends will visit and comment and gain some insights into the workings of my twisted little mind.

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Farewell, Old Blue



My '87 Accord has been put out to pasture. The old girl gave me 13 months of mobility, but she had too many issues to justify the time and money it would take to get her through another inspection (frame rust, for starters).

Her replacement is a 1994 Mercury Sable wagon that's also got issues, but they're not dealbreakers. And (sorry, Blue), she's much better looking.

I'm still getting used to driving an automatic again and driving something LARGE. Blue's predecessor was a '98 Escort wagon, but this one makes the Escort look puny. Love the space, though, especially now that it's camping season and almost time to help NiiceDuude move. And loving such little details as a gas gauge that works and a dome light that turns on when you open the door. And a lack of leaky sunroof! I was getting really tired of Blue pissing on me every time it rained.

The Mercury is tan/light brown, so I've been referring to her as Big Brown. But I think her given name will be Betty. Brown Betty/Betty Sable, get it?

Now all I need to do is find some bumper stickers. No NiiceLaadyMobile is complete without amusing and subversive bumper stickers.

Pic of Betty to come tomorrow; too dark tonight.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Abby update

She came out of hiding and allowed me to snap this picture of her with her deep and not deadly wound:



But she still won't let me get close enough to give her drugs. Hoping her immune system can fight off infection until she does.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Abby's Big Adventure



I have been a furbaby (tm Bean/RadioFanatic) mama for many, many years, but I can't remember the last time I had to deal with an injured animal. Illnesses and allergies, lots of times, but I've been fortunate that none of my critters has gotten hurt.

Until today, when Abby (my oldest kitty) came home from a night out with a nasty leg wound. Blood everywhere; the house looked like "CSI: Schuylerville." I tried to clean it, but the bleeding wouldn't stop.

So after a brief comedy of errors trying to find a nearby, available vet, I got her in at Battenkill Veterinary. Apparently whatever cut her got a blood vessel, hence the prolific bleeding. They had to keep her for the day as she needed to be anesthetized so the wound could be examined and treated properly.

I brought her home with stitches, antibiotics and an attitude. She hates having her routine disrupted. So she's hiding, otherwise I'd post a more recent picture. This one is about three years old, but she hasn't changed, other than the shaved leg.

Needless to say, she will be an indoor cat for the foreseeable future.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Go see "Cars," and other good stuff



Last night NiiceDuude and I went to see "Cars." And what a ride it was! If you see only one flick this summer, make it this one. It is sheer delight. ND is a car nut so he appreciated it even more than I did ... but he let me in on a lot of the in-jokes I would have missed. The picture above is a 1951 Hudson Hornet voiced by Paul Newman. One of the in-jokes ND shared was that the Hornets were VERY big in stock-car racing in the early '50s.

The best part is, ND wasn't originally up for seeing it this weekend because he was preoccupied with the apartment hunt. But yesterday morning he found one! Yaaay! It's in Waterford, so it's closer to me. Double yaaay! It's a four-unit building with three other middle-aged divorced guys who share the cost of cable Internet and satellite TV, and there's a game room with pool table and jukebox. Sounds like a frat house for old farts. And I say it's about time he had the frat-house experience.

In case you're wondering why we don't just move in together, he works in Albany and doesn't want to be this far north. And I work in Glens Falls and don't want to be any farther south.

In other news: the first annual Pokingbrook Northern Tour was a semi-success. It rained, but the park in Greenwich (our first stop) has a big gazebo, so we were able to dance there. Our second stop was the Old Saratoga Trading Post in Schuylerville, and the women weren't up for dancing on loose, wet gravel, but the guys were, and they showed the proprietor (a very cool guy named George) what morris dancing is all about. George also gave us a tour of his place, which is part gift shop, part colonial museum, even though he was closed; he opened up for us.

Pub stop at the 29 Roadhouse was OK. Pricey food, limited menu but a kickass beer selection. Spaten Oktoberfest -- woohoo! I am very glad ND was driving.

If all goes well I will be in a new(er) car in the next few days. Cross fingers for me.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

I'll show you mine ...

From Syncretist Fool:

Leave your name and:

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours.