Speakers & Plants & Things

We got the speakers for our record player last night.

Now we want a new (old) record to match the vintage speakers...

 because Bill's is totally 80s.

This may not make any sense, but I want the records to sound old. And I'm hoping old speakers will do that for me... and I'm sure an older record player would make them sound even better (or worse, depending on what your preference is- better to ME). I know, I'm weird. I'm a fan of modern technology... I'd be lost without my Blackberry and my iPod, but I like the oldies, too. I also like the way they LOOK... and am excited to set them up in a new apartment where there's actually room for them, so they're not shoved into a corner (seen below).

(Again, my least favorite wall in the apartment.

I need an entertainment center like, yesterday. And the table the TV is on needs

to be painted or stained b/c I want to keep it and use it as a little desk...

I just don't dig the color. I'm ready for something that I can hide my cable box/DVD/modem, etc... right now it looks as if they're on display, and that's not my intention. Gotta love doing what you can with hand-me-downs... thanks Mom!)

 Allison had a stack of old suitcases at the new house that were going to be donated and I took one. Not quite sure what I'm going to do with it yet. Paint it? Leave it be? Right now it's preventing the dog from pulling out ALL of her toys out of that basket at once. She can't reach, poor little thing.)

 I'd like to think Boo is admiring the beginnings of our patio garden... but, no... he's just waiting for me to leave the room so he can climb up the screen. It happens often.

So far we've got a tomato plant, rosemary, Bowles Mauve Wallflower (to be all technical) and a hanging basket full of Dianthus. Oh, and a bird feeder that the birds haven't found yet. Waa waaa.  

The Zoo

Boo Radley is the oldest. He's about 6. I got him when I was living at the BRH, while I still had Lizzy, my toy poodle. He was raised around all dogs- and sometimes he still acts like a dog (which I love, because I'm not a cat person- I just love MY cats... and all kittens, how can you not like kittens?). He didn't become very needy or touchy feely until I got Sophers- now he's a cuddle bunny/attention whore. He is the King of the Castle.

Sophie Scout is my little darlin'. She's 2. She's a Dorkiepoo. She weighs 5lbs and the cats together probably weigh 9,000lbs (Boo weighs 16lbs)- so the cats win if they get into a rumble. I got her during a very hard time- my toy poodle, Elizabeth Anne, was 13 and had to be put to sleep. Sophie is HAPPY. All.of.the.time. She loves everyone. She loves her big brother Boo even if he thinks she's totally annoying. She loves to pull all of her toys out of the toy basket, scatter them around and then not play with any of them. She has to be by my side 95% of the time.

Noam Funyuns Assange is the baby. He's 7-8ish months old. He was one of two kittens that I took in after the crazy cat lady next door moved out and left one of her pregnant cats behind. What a c-word. He lived with me for about a week... then moved to Bill's apartment... and moved back in with US yesterday. We're still getting to know each other.

(Both of our cats prefer Bill, which is fine with me. They love on me sometimes- and Sophie gives me enough love for 12 lifetimes. I am a dork. And also kind of a loser, crazy pet lady. But, whatevs. I embrace it.)

(Slightly creepy picture of me and my dog.)


Well, there ya' have it. The Parsons-Alvarez House of Pets. And I want another. (I know you think I'm nuts, but hear me out.) I want to get Sophie a BFF (or it could backfire and they could hate each other- we'd work through it.) I really really want a French Bulldog, but I can't bring myself to spend that much money on a puppy when there are so many sweet pups in shelters that need forever homes. (Maybe I'll look up French Bulldog Rescue sites and get an older dog.) I plan on searching for a new canine around October-ish, after we've moved to a bigger place. Or maybe not. We'll see. I should probably focus on the fact that I'll probably be having HUMAN babies in the years to come... and maybe just stick with our 3 amigos.

(I have a life. I swear.)