Presents! For me? You shouldn't have...

Here is Georgie in a typical situation; lounging in a self-indulgent manner.  Are the presents too much?  Well, she didn't think so.  Notice Chris' environmentally conscious wrapping.  Georgie found all the global warming talk at Christmas to be repulsive.  She hates snow and she hates also to be cold, which is why she complained non-stop in KCI's airport terminal while they left the door to the bridge open.  A nice lady said "Awwww.  I would take a cat any day over a baby."  In the distance, a baby was shrieking.  Shows how little she knows this cat.

While for the next hour Georgie tossed and turned in her carrier to get comfortable, I treated the slash wounds she inflicted upon me in security in a desperate scramble to get back in her kennel.  She hates being exposed to any type of scanning device.

The Nelson Atkins Museum

A stroll through some of the masterworks at the Nelson-Atkins Museum in Kansas City, MO.  Georgie's favorite is in here.  It was a good opportunity to practice taking pictures with my camera (that I promise to use in DC to amp up this blog).  We'll call it my new year resolution.  Until then, no making fun of my amateur photo skills.

Elisabeth Louise Vigee-Lebrun's Portrait of the Duchesse de Caderousse.  Both barely escaped from the French Revolution, heads in-tact. 

A bust by Augustin Pajou, the infamous du Barry's favorite sculptor.  She was not so lucky as the Duchesse.

Cupid and Psyche by Boucher.

A portrait by Hyacinthe Riguad, the famous painter of Louis XIV.

A nice picture of Marian devotion.

David with Goliath's head.

The famous Caravaggio.  St. John the Baptist in the Wilderness.

A favorite:  St. Cecilia.  Needless to say the pictures (or is it my camera) just can't do them justice.

Monet's famous Boulevard de Capucines.  You can see the pink balloons from here.

Another Monet.

I've always liked these cows.

A Chinese horse.

A scene of revolutionary war.  This one became a book jacket.  I like it a lot.

What museum collection is complete without Georgia O'Keefe's flowers.

My favorite of the Thomas Hart Bentons.  A minstrel show.

A nice Madonna and Child.

Period room from the French Neoclassical Period.

Another view.

Another period room with wood paneling.

Period room from the Colonial Period in America.

Another view.

A favorite.  John Singleton Copley's wedding portrait of the Barretts.

Raphaelle Peale's Venus Rising from the Sea.

Winter Wonderland

(Georgie enjoys the wintry scene)

It's final.  Finals are finally over.  Georgie is so glad about that because she hated all the studying and the tests.  We don't have any more room in our brains for anything else.  A good idea to stare vacantly out a window at a white parking lot.

Actually, I don't have a lot of time to mess around.  As Mom would say, "No rest for the weary."  I hustled it back from Contracts, hoofed it across the treacherous sidewalks in search of a salad sandwich, and now I'm smashing it.  Afternoon Agenda Item #1:  Figure out how to get three weeks worth of clothes into one suitcase, plus Georgie's necessities, of which she has informed me there are (supposedly) a lot.  

And so the holiday begins...

Trynna find a way...

to get some shut eye.  Or sanity.  I told her she's gonna get an F if she doesn't get some coffee in her system and hit the books.  She had some choice words for me.  The image can probably convey what those words meant.

It's the Holiday Season

Georgie's favorite christmas tunes are Santa Will Find You and Merry Christmas, Baby.  She likes them jazzy.  Personally, I like Santa Claus is Back in Town, The Sweetest Gift and Oh Little Town of Bethlehem.  Naturally we won't be hearing any of these songs on our local radios.

Instead, we shall be content to hear Oh Holy Night sung in fifty different ways, and Happy Holidays on repeat, mixed in with a little Santa Baby for good measure.

It is when the familiar sounds of Christmas ring out on our morning alarms that we know one thing is for sure... Thanksgiving is upon us!

It was time to pack up the duffel, strap on the bookbag, and get groped by the TSA.  Two of the three actually occurred, but I'm just waiting until December rolls around and kittie gets her first taste of airport security.  I think we all know how that is going to go.  Let's just say we can hope the scatter is down that day.

You read correctly.  Georgie had a little thanksgiving vacay of her own here at the apartment, and believe me it looked like she had when I arrived this morning.  Needless to say Georgie does NOT pick up after herself.  I've created a monster.

As for me, it was off to Spencer for a little thanksgiving vacay of my own.  Gramps seems to be in good spirits and is working on his projects.  Mom is trying new things with her hair.  And Dad's just doing his thing.  Both the rents informed me of the first healthcare benefit I will receive in the new year, courtesy Obama and Pelosi - inclusion on my mom's healthcare plan!  Ka-ching.  And so I had extra thanks to give this year.

Now it really is just time to gear up for finals and then, the search for the true meaning of Christmas somewhere down deep in the black market friday reject bins at Target.

Everyone will be jealous to know I am scheduled to visit with the Obamas for a holiday tour of the white house digs this december.  Yes, be jealous.  First the organic vegetable garden, now the christmas tree and garland tour.  I hope Obama's lip has healed by then, I want a good photo op.

Georgie isn't going to come.  She hates dogs and she's also informed me she will be allergic to the sure-to-be organic garland.

The Aftermath: Georgie's Take

So the country is still purple as far as we're concerned.  Is it only a matter of time before the new generation of corrupt-o-crats starts earmarking their own pork steak?  As I did with Obambi, I'll give them the benefit of the doubt and "judge them on the merits."  Georgie shared with me her thoughts on the big midterm election this week.  Disclaimer:  The thoughts and views expressed in this blog are not necessarily those of the owner.

Nancy Pelosi - As a feminist, Georgie is sad to see the first woman speaker of the house go.  She is also sad that the first woman speaker of the house was Pelosi.

The Cali Girls - Georgie hates Carly Fiorina and was glad she lost to Barbara, whom she also hates.  I would have asked her to explain her feelings for Carly  (but I think it's a deflection that has a little something to do with an HP printer break down that mysteriously occurred after a certain kittie had her paw in a paper tray).  She had no comment on Barbara, but perhaps because they share the same color hair - silver tabby.  As for Meg, Georgie wasn't surprised.  Mess with illegals and there is never a good way out.  Georgie still loves ebay, though.

Barney Frank - Georgie hates speech impediments and she also dislikes obese people (because, like Michelle Obama, she seems them as irresponsible).  This one she didn't want to talk about.

Christine - Georgie doesn't believe in witchcraft, so she definitely disapproved of Christine O'Donnell.  She is an "abomination of God's laws" and needs to "turn to the church."

Fat taxes - Everyone knows that Georgie, being a devoted follower of the first lady, loves fat taxes and sin taxes.  She is alarmed at the increasing rate of child obesity in our country and stands firmly in solidarity with any steps we may take to grow our own organic vegetables and frequent local farmer's markets.  Plus then we can hire illegals to work in the gardens.

Obama - Georgie wants Obama impeached.

Sarah Palin - Georgie thought Sarah was the biggest winner of the election, but she still thinks someone who writes notes on her hand is unqualified to run for president.

Honorable Mention for Best Laughs
The Michele Bachmann and Chris Matthews Exchange - Georgie was appalled when Chris Matthews asked Michele Bachmann if she was hypnotized because she wouldn't answer his question that was so dumb she couldn't even remember what he asked.  Michele always looks a little hypnotized.  Or else maybe like she's had an injection into her smile lines.  Georgie liked Michele's response: "that thrill is maybe not so tingly on your leg anymore."

*As for me, I'm hoping for a repeal of the healthcare bill so we can fix the system the right way.  And harsher punishments for violators of the environment.  I have very little faith, but there is a little there.  Here's hoping for a bigger legal market, no matter what.

A Day In The Life

Since you-know-who has a thing for counters and sinks, particularly in the kitchen, the human residents were taken to spritzing Ms. G with a cheap water bottle/ sprayer gadget happened upon in the $1.99 bin at Bed Bath & Beyond.  Things seemed to be going...well, as well as they possibly could when dealing with a cat.  Especially this one.  The proper reaction was had to the shock spritz of water to the face/body, and she has been deterred from staying on the counters too long once she's been discovered.  The problem, of course, is deterring her from wanting to get on the counter in the first place.  Still haven't gotten to that step.

All said, what should I hear this afternoon but a clanging in the kitchen as if something had fallen from the countertop.  And then the scurry of kittie-cat feet and flash of furball as it dashes to hide beneath the grocery cart.  The casualty?  The spray bottle.  Not only had punk succeeded in throwing it to the floor, she had managed to break off the nozzle, rendering my fully functional spray bottle defunct.

Guess who is making a little trip to Bed Bath & Beyond this weekend?