hefeweizen means white cow. i swear.
so i haven't been writing because i'm surrounded by barren rocks that can't have children much less houses near them containing computers. hee hee. it's beautiful. the desert is one part florida, three parts mars served dry. the other day, we climbed a big rock called tabletop mountain. when we got to the top, there were a couple of cute spiders. i let one of them crawl on me and toby smashed it with a rock. he looked at me like i was the height of childish stupidity and said, "don't you know these spiders could be poisonous?" i could've explained that i don't know about the deadly tabletop mountain spiders of arizona. it was cute. poor spider. i think it had a baby. to change the subject, we have great pictures that i will post when i get back home.
in sad news, sue came to our house to feed and water our cat and plants and found maxx the cat dead in the dining room with head up against the wall. it makes me sad that his head was up against something cold, hard and lifeless. he probably wondered where the hell we were and why we weren't petting him in his final hours on earth. we're not sure what happened to him. probably that stupid stone in his bladder got lodged in his urethra and his bladder burst spilling toxins that poisoned his poor kitty body. i had never had a house cat before him and we've had him since....1998, i think. i had only just started REALLY liking him since we had started shaving him. he was a maine coon- a very large cat. so we had to call and find someone to go into our house and bury our large, dead cat while we were vacationing on mars. after a few carefully placed calls, a friend of ours dug a hole in our backyard in the cold, rochester rain and buried our dearly departed for us. that's friendship. they all (because actually it seems like half the city of rochester was involved in burying maxx- i probably overestimate though) acted like they were a little afraid of him- they peered at him from around the corner and said his name like they were afraid he was going to junp up suddenly and attack them and say aha! but maxx was never even mean in real life, much less posthumously mean. strange. poor kitty. i'll stop talking about him now. maybe i'll post a picture up of him when i get home.
there are lots of nice people in arizona. lots of nice rocks. lots of nice cacti. lots of dead spiders.
okay. i'm off to lake havasu to find pretty rocks to put in a fish tank. my new "best friend" and i are going to get goldfish. hee hee. more on that later.
ps: there are all kinds of rules to best friendship. at least forty or something.
pps: i also learned how to play poker.
ppps: i met a deaf japanese woman who speaks asl but can only read lips in japanese. she was nice.
pppps: i bought 3, count them, 3!!! new books.
ppppps: i think people are waiting on me. i have to go.
in sad news, sue came to our house to feed and water our cat and plants and found maxx the cat dead in the dining room with head up against the wall. it makes me sad that his head was up against something cold, hard and lifeless. he probably wondered where the hell we were and why we weren't petting him in his final hours on earth. we're not sure what happened to him. probably that stupid stone in his bladder got lodged in his urethra and his bladder burst spilling toxins that poisoned his poor kitty body. i had never had a house cat before him and we've had him since....1998, i think. i had only just started REALLY liking him since we had started shaving him. he was a maine coon- a very large cat. so we had to call and find someone to go into our house and bury our large, dead cat while we were vacationing on mars. after a few carefully placed calls, a friend of ours dug a hole in our backyard in the cold, rochester rain and buried our dearly departed for us. that's friendship. they all (because actually it seems like half the city of rochester was involved in burying maxx- i probably overestimate though) acted like they were a little afraid of him- they peered at him from around the corner and said his name like they were afraid he was going to junp up suddenly and attack them and say aha! but maxx was never even mean in real life, much less posthumously mean. strange. poor kitty. i'll stop talking about him now. maybe i'll post a picture up of him when i get home.
there are lots of nice people in arizona. lots of nice rocks. lots of nice cacti. lots of dead spiders.
okay. i'm off to lake havasu to find pretty rocks to put in a fish tank. my new "best friend" and i are going to get goldfish. hee hee. more on that later.
ps: there are all kinds of rules to best friendship. at least forty or something.
pps: i also learned how to play poker.
ppps: i met a deaf japanese woman who speaks asl but can only read lips in japanese. she was nice.
pppps: i bought 3, count them, 3!!! new books.
ppppps: i think people are waiting on me. i have to go.
posted by la fille du fromage at 1:33 PM
3 Comments:
I'm so sorry about Maxx.
My sister lives in Sedona -- say "Hi" if you get out that way.
sorry about your pretttty kitttty. so there are rules to being a friend..hhhmmmm....girls are usually the worst possible best friends...unless of course they're from GA. Enjoy mars and the spiders...
Sorry about the kitty and the spider. I'm not into pets but my daughter is so I know what it's like. I do however have a ridiculous amount of beer knowledge, and you definition of heffeweizen (while humorous) is quite off the mark. "Hefe" means yeast, "Weizen" means wheat. Hefeweizen is a top fermented, unfiltered, bottle conditioned wheat beer with a noticeable yeast sediment and a cloudy appearance. Wheat beers are also referred to as Weissbiers (white beers) because before the invention of pale lagers and pale ales, most beers were dark. Wheat beers were the exception as the wheat content lightened the color of the beer. My favorite is Weihenstephaner Hefe Weissbier. Followed by Hoegaarden Witbier. Mmm, this is making me thirsty.
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