Eartha Kitt, best known as one of the actresses to play “Catwoman” on Batman and Robin passed on yesterday. She was 81 years old. Despite attempts from others, Eartha was the most cat-like woman ever known.
She is perhaps best known to gay club goers from the 80s and 90s for “Where Is My Man”, a song that not-surprisingly would be played on weekends on my old radio station. I wonder how that got there.
RIP, Eartha. Meow.
Earl and I are just back from my father’s house for Christmas dinner. We had an enjoyable time.
My father has two cats, both around 11 years old or so. They are sisters and as different as night and day. Pita is, well, a Pain In The Ass, but she means well and can be somewhat cordial when she’s not hissing at you. Cali on the other hand is on the shy side and while a part of her wants to be in your lap, the other part of her wants no part of anything human. She’s usually found under a piece of furniture or hiding in the sawdust in my father’s workshop. Perhaps she gets dizzy from the wallpaper.
I convinced Cali to make a rare appearance in a picture with me today. She was not amused.
Even back in 1968 I was the life of the party. Last night my uncle showed me the Christmas card my parents sent out for Christmas 1968.
Tom has apparently had his fill of Christmas treats for the day. He seems content to be backed up against the radiator sleeping instead of meowing out some ho ho ho.
It’s obvious when you’ve been married to someone for a long time. People say you start to look alike. Earl and I get mistaken for brothers from time to time (especially when we were both full-blown redheads) but this morning’s gift giving proved that we really do think alike.
We bought each other one stocking stuffer type gift: he gave me a package of muscle shirts, I gave him an Elton John concert DVD set.
We bought each other one electronic gift: he gave me a new iPhone 3G, I bought him a new Sony digital camera
We bought each other a Carhartt jacket.
And this one surprised us both: we bought each other new black motorcycle boots.
Our holidays are simple this year. Our big home feast was for the Winter Solstice. Last night we went to my aunt and uncle’s for dinner with that side of the family (including my Mom), which was quite enjoyable, and today we are heading up to my Dad’s for a little dinner.
It is snowing like crazy at the moment and the music is playing on the DirecTV.
One simple gesture made it the holidays for me this year. Earl and I haven’t done any decorating around the house this year; we haven’t really been feeling “it” and we’ve been very busy this season. I did take a few moments to decorate the pine tree in our lawn though because I could not let the season go without putting some sort of lights up, so I made the effort for that one tree out in the yard. Our neighbors apparently didn’t have the time or inclination to decorate this year either, but when Earl was getting the mail the other day, they stopped him (the first or second time that they’ve ever talked to us in five years) and thanked us for decorating that tree. They look out in the yard every night and admire my little Charlie Brown tree and it brings them great joy.
And the fact that they enjoy that tree so much fills me with the holiday spirit that I was missing this year.
Merry Christmas to all!
Back during my radio days I was asked every year as to what my favourite song of the year was. The song would usually be a dance oriented track; one year it was “I’m Gonna Luv U” by the Summer Junkies. Only a handful of people remember that song.
Since I’m not in radio anymore no one has asked me this year but because this is my blog I’m going to share what my favourite song of this year is.
Presenting “Move For Me” by Kaskade featuring Deadmau5
I hear a good dose of sexual energy in this track. Listening to it always brings my mood to a part of myself I rarely talk about on this blog: adventurous, uninhibited and intense. Those that know me in that space know what I’m talking about. Perhaps someday I will share that side of me on here.
The snowfall has been impressive thus far, especially since today is officially the first day of winter in these parts. I cleaned out the driveway for the third time this weekend as Earl took a few photos.
We have about 12-18 inches of snow right now. Truth be known, I’d rather snow blow the driveway than mow the lawn.
I mentioned in an earlier post that Earl and I hiked across the construction zone at Carousel Center to get to and from the remote parking lots. The hike included throwing the gifts over a chain linked fence so that we could cut through this engineering wilderness.
Here’s a photo of the bags we were carrying as we made our hike.
*Notice Earl’s “Canada” sweatshirt. I purchased it for him in Charlottetown, PEI in the summer of 2007. A little, angry man came up to Earl in the mall yesterday and told him that “his country is a pipsqueak version of the United States”. He fled before I could throw the angry little troll over the railing. No one insults Canada around me.
Just a guy with a husband. We’ve been together 28 years and he still makes me see fireworks on a daily basis. Hiker. Storm Chaser. Private Pilot. Tech Guy. Hackerish.
Weird? Eccentric!
