Today we took the boys to the Barber Motorsports Museum and Raceway. I thought immediately of juliana because it is filled with hundreds and hundreds of shiny, shiny motorcycles (and some great racecars as well.) Not even being a big fan, it was...very pretty. Of course, I gravitated towards the antiques, while the nephew liked the ones that could possibly be transformers.... But the attention paid to the prettiness of the engine is pretty neat too.

It's been a good visit. I attacked D with the hose yesterday, plus we had a lizard adventure. That kid LOVES the creepy crawlies. Good thing I don't mind them. I swear, he tracked the newly released lizard for an hour.

Now if something could just be done about the damned mosquitos, roaches and my brother not having a/c in his car. 100F at 100 mph? Is still damned hot.

I'm glad you are having such a good visit, sarameg.

I didn't make it to Target yesterday. Maybe tomorrow.

I'm really kind of fascinated with the coloration patterns he has on his skin. They don't show up when he is fully furred.

Really? That is interesting.

Fully furred, he's black and white; shaved he has a lot of grey, with some very dark spots, and white.

No AC in Alabama seems like a Very Bad Thing.

Noah did an overnight at Lori's last night (and possibly tonight, but I need to figure out the oxygen sitch in the short term). It was such a blessed relief to sleep all night.

The upside to having to take everything out of the kitchen for the exterminator is that we can put it back in a more thoughtful manner. Maybe.

I know he's mad, Lee, at the moment. But do you think he'll be more comfortable?

The upside to having to take everything out of the kitchen for the exterminator is that we can put it back in a more thoughtful manner. Maybe.

I had to do that a few months back. Alarming how it all covered the floor of my 8x8 dining room. It did prompt me to toss a bunch of stuff and rearrange some things. But others? Um.

I know he's mad, Lee, at the moment. But do you think he'll be more comfortable?

I think he will be, without the constant matting and bad brushing sessions, and actually the mad seems to be over. He's letting me pet him now, at least.

I bet he'll be very happy -- shaving totally improved my friend S.'s v. fluffy cat.

Meanwhile -- a female trainer has trained the winner of the Arlington Million of the first time! It was also the first Canadian win.

So, I'm a little sad for The Tin Man - but excited for Catherine Day-Phillips and Jambalaya.

Oy. I just fell asleep in my empty apartment. I meant to stay awake and savour the solitude, but I only got three hours last night. My ride should be showing up pretty soon to take me to two more parties--if not for him I wouldn't have the energy to do any of this.

Watched 28 Days Later, The Audition and High Tension last night. Totally freaked out the littler ones. And I spent this morning cooing at the baby chanting "Kiri kiri kiri!" or doing growling zombie impersonations. And she growls back! She's going to freak the fuck out of her mother.

I'm so proud.

And tired. Three hours on a sofa is...well, it felt fine until I got home.

Next party has a moonbounce castle thingy. Why is everyone born in August? I hate them all.

Naps are good when you need them that badly!

We took the niece for a swim, and now we're going out to dinner. The excitement never stops.

Got one nail clipped, noticed she was panting (which I've never seen her do before), brought her back inside. Maybe we'll do the rest later.

Hubby once continued with a claw trimming of his Burmese cat despite the ongoing struggles and bad feline language, and the cat worked himself up into convulsions of fury. Lesson: cats really are that stubborn and will hurt themselves to be proven right. Or maybe that's just Siamese and their derivatives. My cat just lays there and tells the world what an oppressed martyr he is as he lets his claws get trimmed.