Wendi arrived from her DJ gig, flush with tip money. Woo hoo! I unloaded her van, and now she’s off to the store to pick up things we’ll need for tomorrow and what-not. Then she’s going to hit the hay since she has another very busy day ahead.
Lucky her. Sorta. At least I’ll have the luxury of sleeping parts of my day away tomorrow.
Don’t thank me, thank my sponsors!
Next time, a real entry. Honest…
PAST: Sometimes it’s amazing the creatures we found fascinating as children that we’re either indifferent to now or even find actively disgusting and creepy. In my case, I am astounded when I think about those lazy summer days trapping garden spiders in jars. (Yeah, it’s making my flesh crawl just thinking about it.) Do you have a similar experience, or am I on my own here?
PRESENT: This week’s dull and prosaic question is, what creatures great and small do you care for in or around your home?
FUTURE: “If I could talk to the animals, walk with the animals…” Well, what would you say to them? That is, of course, if you thought for a minute that they were even remotely interested.
Leave your cute, cuddly-wuddly link or your precious, fuzzy-wuzzy answers in the comments just below. And when you send people back here, use the http://greyduck.net/ppf link to be sure they get the latest one. Thanks once again!
So I checked my email after we got back from our trip to the coast (details and pictures to follow at some point this evening) to find that a handful of nifty people had seen fit to push my Blogathon sponsorship tally well past the $150 mark.
You know what that means, don’t you?
Cute, cuddly bunny pictures.
Proof of cuteness will appear bright and early… bright-eyed and bushy-tailed… tomorrow morning as I kick off my Blogathon run.
Thank you Sarah, Dave, and the inseparable team that is Lilith & Geoffrey! The total stands at $173… easily $100 more than I expected to generate.
UPDATE: I forgot to mention Mari! Ack! I’m so sorry! How can I make it up to you? How, I ask!
Burning yet another vacation day I wouldn’t have been using for anything better anyway, I decided to join in on Wendi’s cunning plan to get the hell out of town for most of a day. We ended up bringing along her usual babysitting charge, Nzhone, but that wasn’t a bad thing.
We packed up, hit the gas station, hit the store, then took off down the Sunset Highway for Cannon Beach. Just before we arrived we decided to stop off for another visit to the World’s Largest Sitka Spruce, or whatever.
Okay, I like trees. But seriously, who travelled the globe, hiked through every forest, just to discover the largest available tree in a particular species? Wow. And I thought I was geeky.
Anyway, we arrived at the beach, trekked out to the sand and surf and proceeded to enjoy the heck out of it all. The kids dug in the sand, we all got our feet wet, we snacked on occasion. At one point Wendi found a… small creature.
No, I don’t know exactly what it was. I’m open to enlightenment, folks.
After our lunch break (no, we didn’t eat that small creature) Haystack Rock became our destination. The kids had a blast climbing around in the tidepools. Alex even scrambled out on his own initiative to look at the sign on the rock. Good heavens, he really is a real boy. (At his age, I’d never have done anything like that. Astonishing.) The girls, of course, busied themselves with the age-old task of getting just as wet and muddy as humanly possible, and enlisting other small children as accomplices. I just took lots of pictures and made a fool of myself for posterity, among other useless acts of nonsense.
Eventually we were all tuckered out, so we piled into the van and headed for home. Other than a traffic jam on the inbound Sunset that forced us to take a scenic route home, we encountered no problems. Except for the small matter of sunburn, that is. You see, while Wendi was making sure that everyone else was appropriately slathered with sunscreen, she forgot about preserving her own skin. (I had assumed she’d already done that, so I didn’t ask. Bad on me.) She’s going to be very, very uncomfortable over the next couple of (working) days. Ouch.
And so here we are, back at home after a grand day at the beach. Oh, you wanted more pictures? Check just below.
Coast Trip – July 2003
See that “sponsor me” link up there? Have you done as it asks yet? No? Well then.
Remember, starting 6am Pacific time this Saturday morning I’ll be posting at least once every half hour for a solid twenty-four hours. That’s a minimum of forty-nine journal entries. However will I fill the time, you ask?
I can think of one cute way to fill at least some of those entries. But I won’t do it for nothing. As things stand, I’ve garnered $118 in pledged donations to the World Wildlife Fund. I’m surprised and delighted at the giving nature of folks like Jenn, Wendi, Marty, Erin, and a handful of groovy folks from work who wished to remain anonymous.
This has gone better than I expected, but I’d like to break $150 before we start on Saturday, and towards that end I offer…
Cute, cuddly bunny rabbits.
You read that correctly: Cute, cuddly bunny rabbits.
The bunny we adopted recently turned out to be a Mama Bunny, so we have a passel of baby bunnies that are just cute as all get-out. I have a digital camera. I will take pictures of those bunnies for all you animal lovers out there, and post them here.
But not until there’s more than $150 in sponsorships. That’s right, I’m holding the bunny pictures hostage. It’s up to you now, Oh Generous Readership. Do the right thing. Do it for the World Wildlife Fund. Do it for me. Above all, do it for the bunnies.
Because every baby bunny should have 15 minutes of fame, don’t you think?
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