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Date: August 29, 2007
I have been writing - just not posting. Really!
My fingers are numb.
I just got nagged.
I am leaving my readers in the lurch! Oh dear! Well, I have been busy. Very.
I have revamped the Fabio fan club website (www.FabioIFC.com) --- AND provided Fabio with a new pro site - and the two beasts currently look alike. Not for long. (TOOK 80 HOURS!)
The prosite (professional business site) - once people are trained (www.FabioINC.com) is for office contact and for him to show people his past work, sample videos of him speaking, riding a motorcycle, etc. We want him staring in documentaries (like Motorcycle ones) and movies (the more bit parts the better) and commercials (oh yes).
Of course I did this for free and then got seven calls from the man himself. (I was at work - can you imagine???? How can I focus on controller datasheets when Fabio's calling!) After all this, I expect him to pose for the cover of the Italian Vampire. He's resisting. I can't print what he said between laughs. I am thinking about hiring my sister, taking a bunch of photos of him because, gee, I have enough, and have her paint me my vampire------ ha ha! I will have to check with Eric. Drako Lanzoni du Sang has his approval so far------ Yep. Lanzoni.
The fab club site is for us to be posted on his activities fan-wise, if he remembers to tell us.
Like the new video recipe at Tasteyoulove.com in which he purrs in Italian and which I need to go look at (and if he is wearing that ill-fitting purple shirt again - I will drive to LA and rip it off of him!)
The fans help me by contributing to the fan site. We get to drool over there. And of course, there's the FabioIFC Yahoo group. That takes a bit of time.
(I am mixed - do I add the 8 new pages of bookcovers (all 400 of them) to the fan site or the prosite????) (These are portfolio spreadsheets that pop-up bigger - oh yes!)
I am doing the bookcover pages slowly - how many hours at a stretch can you spend staring at an enlarged image of that man's naked chest on a high-resolution large screen (while filling in missing or discolored pixels)? I need wine! Breaks! A kitten-cat to hug whether she's willing or not.
Summer nags for food, nags me to lay down (so she can climb on me), nags if I am up typing (because she wants me to lay down), and nags me to go to bed (because she sleeps sprawled next to me unless its very hot and then she sleeps with a couple of inches between my hip and hers). Morning, and it becomes necessary to get up on time because the dog makes noises (she's old), and the cat leaps (although not as much as before because she doesn't like me kicking her off the bed).
Of course there is the cold wet nose shoved high on my thigh if uncovered - or into my neck. That's another of her tricks. And my old-lady post-pregnancy, worn-out bladder is another target. She will land on it, with four feet, which will send me running - well - staggering to the bathroom.
She will peer at me in said bathroom, and watch if I leave the lid up after flushing (why do cats like to perch precariously on the rim of the toilet seat and drink from the bowl? When they have clean water in a dish?) or when I get out of the shower if I leave the glass doors ajar (why do cats like to get into wet bathtubs?).
Then it's running between my legs to the kitchen as I walk and a distracted race around the room if I turn to go to the other room instead (which I do to annoy her). She is fast! And NOISY! Definitely Siamese in there somewhere. She KNOWS where the cans are and stands up to grab them in her paws. I leaned down once and she stood up and grabbed me. This requires that I sling her over my shoulder like a baby and carry her around in a tight grip purring in her ear in retaliation.
She hates the long car ride to San Diego but is perfectly happy racing up and down stairs in the house down there. I have given up and will remove the throw rugs from the laminate floors - both cats skate them and I will end up on my butt!
Must remember to take the vacuum cleaner and the weed-whip down with me tomorrow. SD house needs work.
Last trip was so hot the dog refused to get out of the car and the cats came into the house down there and lay down belly spread on the cool kitchen floor (and stayed there while I unloaded and tripped over them). I went out and bought blue ice for the trip home. The dog and cats now travel with BLUE ICE in their cages.
Now Ranger --- well, that cat, now a gigantic overweight poof ball, lives in the garage in his own cat tree. This room is 500 sq feet of varying contents. (When Chuck recently tried to catch him (or find him) so he could unload the garage, he found a "hissing box". He put the "hissing box" into the main house. Lovely. Both cats hide when Chuck arrives. Wonder why-------)
I disconnected (for nonperformance) the air-conditioning ducts out in the garage. I may do what I had planned in the first place - put in a thru the wall unit (two of them - one out there and a replacement for the one in the house that protects the computer (12 years old)). I have to replace the two units in San Diego too. (22 years old.) There is a wall furnace. If I finish cleaning the garage up (close, close) I can unroll a carpet and I have a room! With new windowed doors and two new windows put in for John when he was alive and with us. This was his safe room when he had his stem cell (the air ducts were HEPA filtered).
Ranger is in the garage because he throws up at will in my shoes, on the carpet, on the just-cleaned-kitchen floor, or from the highest point he can achieve, like the top of the bookcases where he can manage an arc with the widest range of destruction. I could handle it with a Berber carpet but with the brand-new plush --- which he likes to snags bits out of - no. He can come in to visit, and he does - and sulks and they growl and hiss at each other then race around and play and then flop down and stare at each other - two annoyed orange tabbies arguing over which one gets to be closest to Mommy.
He comes to San Diego - where he likes to find hiding places so I can't return him and where he gets real creative in puking into the DVD case (across as many DVDs as possible) or in other attractive places. (The vet gave up diagnosing him - we think he does it on purpose.)
He escaped the house in San Diego last trip - and I heard him mewing later when I was raking up apple fall - thank heavens - because San Diego has no stray cats - we have coyotes. I dragged his fat, recalcitrant and unrepentant butt back into the house. He can pull not-tightly-closed doors open you see. But for all his escaping, it was hot and he wanted his creature comforts.
There's a lot of places in 3,000 sq feet of unpacked boxes in San Diego for him to hide in. I am going to target ONE ROOM this trip and see if I can find the damn floor.
I know where he hides so he's in trouble.
One of these trips I will start replacing the interior doors, which MV Construction merrily tossed out - hardware and all - just before I fired his ass for theft and incompetence.
Doors would help. I have a few.
After his outdoor sojourn, Ranger merrily puked on the wool throw rug in the hall - missing the easily washed laminate floor. Deliberately. Hiding his misdeed so I could step in the squishy half-digested grass with my bare feet - which I did. (Expletives deleted.)
They are both due for baths, flea stuff and nail trims, which they remind me about by scratching and tearing at my throw rugs so I trip and stumble all over my house. They leave them curled up, turned over, rolled in heaps, and scattered. There is no cat groomer in Fremont so they get done in San Diego.
Ranger loves canned food too and when these two cats get together I get a chorus of meows. Both try to climb the counter and both try to dive into the first plate down (I have to skate one of them sideways).
Ranger is picky - eating in bits. (Never know from his size - I am thinking DIET.)
Summer will gobble hers and then go after his should he leave the plate alone (I try to catch it and cover it which annoys her.)
I want her hungry. She sounds alarms when chasing spiders. She likes to hunt. She's good at it.
Keeps my house bug-free. She finds them, I get them. Good teamwork.
One thing. Between Fabio's demands and the cats, I never have a dull evening.
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