Seven.Caged.Tigers

I wanted to give a shout out to my bud Carletta and her new Soul Theory site. It’s the new place to find out all you need to know in the world of hip hop and R&B. She’s a great gal. Check it out and tell her I sent you

In addition, I’ve been working on the design for my Rock Reviews site. It’s not quite ready to go and I’m still searching for some additional contributors. But, what I do have is a draft of the index page and a draft of what the reviews are going to look like. Here are the links: index & review.

The weekend was chock full of good family fun. On Friday night, the man and I went to Ypsilanti to see some of his high school buds perform in their newly formed band. It was a good time.

I had a bridal shower on Saturday afternoon. It was a lovely afternoon. After those festivities, I picked up some high quality horror filmes like Evil Ed, Nightmare on Elm Street 2, and a foreign miniseries called The Kingdom. I’m still working on the latter…it’s really cool, but a bit difficult with subtitles and the continued use of the word ‘hallo.’ Anyway

Sunday, the man and I had a nice dinner to wish his sister well in Durango, Colorado for her new DNR job. She’s excited, but cried. I wept. I couldn’t help myself…

I had barbeque cat last night for dinner. Talk about a shock!

Well, actually I didn’t eat poor Dewey. Here’s the story. The man had just finished his BBQ chicken on the grill and opened the door wall to enter the house. Some time in the process of closing the door and pushing the cats out of the way of the door the plate he was holding tipped. The chicken (covered in sauce) landed directly on Dewey (and a shoe, and a rug). He yelled, I came running. It was a three ring circus trying to wrangle the cats, shut the door, and get the chicken off the cat. In the process Dewey sauntered across the carpeting shaking his back leg periodically. We grabbed him and promptly gave him a bath.

Needless to say, we ate out last night.

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So Rock Reviews is up. Sort of anyway. I’ve got a basic design, I think. Aside from that, I have zero content posted although I have like 160 music reviews waiting to be posted. I have to dig up graphics of all the CD’s (I don’t want to pull from other sites) and create a new directory for graphics. I’m actually really, really excited about this thing.

Get this. I just bought another new domain. This time, it’s actually got a purpose. Dont’ expect my little sevencagedtigers.com to go anywhere. No, no. This site will stay as updated as it currently is and and perfect as I already make it. Okay. That’s some sort of overstatement. It’s not perfect.

Anyway, in the not-too-distant future, expect a massive update with http://www.rockreviews.net. I hope to do something very special with it!

Well, the car is officially reported to the police. It took them over a day to help me and I had to speak to one VERY rude officer. But, aside from that all is well. Ahem. Now to find out if it’s worthwhile to report it to MEEMIC. I hope it is…my poor new car is scarred for life otherwise…

It’s almost the weekend. Less than two hours before I hit the road and head home for an entire two nights. No job. Nothing I can’t wait.

Know what my favorite part of working at a large university is? The parking lots. See, I was parked in the same lot I always am yesterday…all day. I came out in the evening and noticed, lo and behold, that some asshole hit my front bumper. Yup. You got me right…somebody at least brushed up against it leaving a mar that goes all the way down to the plastic. I would only be minorly perterbed if somebody had left a note or if it had been my old car. Of course, neither apply and I am pissed off as a result. My car (that I bought in January) now is damaged.

I hate to sound crude, but there are SOOOOO many foreign students that park in the lot. Most never drove before coming to the US. If they did, the cars were certainly not as large. In addition, they tend to purchase very expensive vehicles (because they seem so cheap here). Anyway, that’s just speculation. Whomever did it is a piece of crap and I hope my car actually left damage on the body. Not just the bumper. Maybe all the way down it’s side.

I was reminded as to exactly why I don’t sleep with the beastly cats. Friday night, I got the big idae to simply leave the bedroom door open. All would have been fine if all three beasts were like Sara. But, oh no. Max insisted on licking himself all night long. I threw him off the bed more than once. Dewey on the other hand is a different case altogether. He got thrown off more times than I’d like to cound. That brat.

I’m still tired from the ordeal…

I don’t know why I’m posting today. Things have been rather quiet (aside from that massive check I just wrote to the IRS) and the weather is definitely improving. In fact, I heard on the radio this morning that it’s supposed to top out at 72 degrees today. That would be a wonderful thing, considering the truly crappy weather we’ve been having lately.

Tonight is Survivor night. Woo hoo! Can’t wait. I’m such a junkie it’s not even funny. Fortunately, the man also enjoys the show. Otherwise we’d have a big fight on our hands between that and Friends.

Okay. The man and I went to a community meeting last night regarding the new Neighborhood Watch. Since the meeting was quite literally two doors down from our home, we felt a bit obliged to go. Anyway, all went well. The police guy’s presentation was nice and helpful with little controversy. But then when he asked if there were any questions, this crazy lady (yes, insane crazy) piped up about “how can you guarantee a response if we call in a problem.” He’d just gotten done going through how the department responds. It’s a matter of importance. A murder, break-in, etc… is more important than many other things. Basically common sense. So, the cop asks what the nature of her complaint was. A lawn job on her neighbors lawn. I had to hold in the laughter. She apparently DID get police on site an hour and fifty minutes after the incident. I felt like screaming “lady! You’re lucky you got anything.”

Anyway, she then continued on complaining that she specifically asked that police be at the bus stop regularly. Again, insane considering that there is ONLY ONE POLICE CAR AT ANY TIME FOR 72 SQUARE MILES. She got huffy then complained about people speeding up her street and how was she to possibly protect her obviously illiterate and retarted children from them. Of course, some of that was my addition. Anyway, the cop said that you can’t completely stop or blame the speeders and that children need to be taught how to understand and respect the road by parents. He kept on referring to parental responsibility above all other things.

Yeah, the cop was certainly fed up with the crazy lady. She was all pissy. I had to put my head down to squelch the giggles.

Oh yeah.

The snow came back yesterday. I love snow, but in moderation during the time of year (aka Winter) when you expect it. April 3rd is certainly not a good time of year for snow. It seems that the second snow arrives (even if it’s only been gone a matter of days) that people have already forgotten how to drive. What a pain.

You know what? It somehow seems appropriate that it snowed on April 1st (and April 2nd). I wouldn’t have believed it if you told me…maybe in the U.P. but not in Southern Michigan by a long shot. Anyway. The snow is gone now, washed away by rain…a whole lot of rain. Cold rain and wind. Ack. Not fun in the least.

So, in honor of this probably-not-historic event:

Sometimes I’m a pretty big sucker. It seems like every year on this day somebody tricks me into believing that something outlandish is true. I tend to forget how April Fools Day works time and time again. Anyway…I’m crossing my fingers that I don’t get confused this year