Pan's Labyrinth

All I have to say is that this is my new favorite movie of the moment. I saw it twice in 2 days. Yup.

It's fucking awesome. That is all.

Back-Crackin' Goodness

I've been wearing my snow boots too much lately. I know this because I have bruised the front of my ankles. The FRONT OF MY ANKLES??!?!? I dunno how these things happen to me.

Anywho, I had to walk to work today in my converse shoes because I couldn't stand the boot pain. And if you know anything about the incredible gripping power of converse (which I'm sure you do. This is, in fact, a Portland audience of three or four people I'm addressing here) then you know how fun it would be to walk in slush. Imagine me walking over a bridge in downtown Portland holding onto the side railing with BOTH hands, doubled over and slowly sliding my way across the bridge. People in gripped shoes were passing me on my right every 10 seconds or so. I felt stupid but at least I didn't fall on my butt. And I got to practice my death-glare, which was good, so...

I have a theory that James and I will never fully move into this apartment. It's eternally unfinished. I kind of like it that way though, considering the fact that both of us want to rent a house together when the lease is up next autumn. I figure the random un-unpacked crap will keep us on our toes. Oh, to have a house..... *deep sigh*.

Here are some pictures I thought I'd post. I took these with my brand spanking new digital camera. I know, "Welcome to the nineties, Ashley!"
Kiss my ass.

I like this one cause Minerva looks really annoyed. I would be too if my shoulders were being held up that close to my ears.

This is Stew with a gigantic nose. I think it really depicts his Beagality.

And this one I had to throw in for good measure. I call it "Hayden the Mermaid". It's quite beautiful, really.

(Note James' face in this picture. Excellent.)

Mermaid. It's another job we could add to his resume, Sarah :)

(Watch him grow up to be a total stud anyways. These are going to make great wedding pictures. He's going to hate me....... mwa ha ha ha!!!....*wrings hands*...)

Mrow.

Minerva, the once-quiet kitten, has turned into a total chatterbox. She walks around the apartment talking to me (and sometimes to herself) about what she sees and thinks. It is damn cute and I find the need to "mrow" back at her so she doesn't feel ignored. So you can just imagine me talking to my kitten in her language all day long. Just chatting. Girl talk mostly. Usually goes something like this:

Minerva: "Mrow".
(wait, no response)
Minerva: "MrooOOOW????"
Me: "Mrow, Minerva"
Minerva: *prrr, prrr* Mrow. Mrow Mrow. Mrrrrooooooow. *walks around mrowing at each object*

Then if I don't respond she'll come bite my fingers as I type my blog entry (as in just a minute ago) and sqeak at me, like "why don't you love me??"

At which point I respond "Mrow, Minerva! Mrow!"
And she jumps in my lap and purrs. And tries to eat my hair.