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Fruit Salad: Sundry items of interest from Coconut Drive
Wednesday, February 25, 2009

I'm in day 2 of Chest Cold from Hell. Doing the Mucinex thing but it doesn't seem to be helping much. Feels as if someone has stuffed my chest with steel wool.

Two items of GOOD NEWS: My high-school-senior daughter was chosen by her peers to be one of the two graduation speakers in June. She also was offered yesterday a full-ride scholarship from one of her top-choice liberal arts colleges. We are hoping the offer forces some other favored competitive colleges to up the ante. A bidding war would be nice. I don't know about you guys, but there's this thing we've been worried about lately: money? And gosh darnet, I have some questions:

For starters, where did it all go? This virtual-money thing (stock market, 401K, etc.) makes me nervous. How can we save something without ever seeing it? Yet we believe that it's there because a piece of paper tell us it's there....and then, suddenly, one day it just disappears completely ... or a lot of it does, anyway. How does that work? Can something disappear and cease to exist when I've never actually seen it? Apparently we had all this money at one time, and now we don't. It just doesn't make sense to me.

NEW ITEM: Mitchell, our tuxedo cat, continues to treat me as staff: I want in, I want out, I want in, I want out. Seriously, this cat thinks I am here to serve him, especially in the loving/attention department. It doesn't matter where I'm sitting; he'll come bounding through the house and leap onto me as if I'm a boat pulling away from the dock and he's about to miss his last chance for a ride. This usually scares the bejesus out of me. The other night I had to yell, "I AM NOT A PIECE OF FURNITURE, MITCHELL!!!!"

Potential niche for making money: a school for feline obedience.

Oh, yeah, dream on, buddy ... that's as likely to happen as, well ... a cure for a nasty chest cold.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Read page 12 in Sunday's PARADE (Ganette carries PARADE doesn't it?) Anyway ASK MARILYN explains where the money went.
Mitchell is running in and out because it's just that time of year in FLorida when it is so flippin' gorgeous outside, their instincts force the crazy (back & forth) "can't-make-up-my-mind" behavior from them.
I forgot to tell you 2 weeks ago that my painting of the tuxedo cat I did based on the picture of yours (on your website) sold.
Last - try hot Dr. Pepper in a cup poured over a fresh lemon slice - you will feel better.
And Congrats to Haley!

February 25, 2009 at 11:55 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well I have a well-behaved cat...and he was feral for God's sake!

Sorry you are sick - I read about a new Chinese remedy miracle drug/herb. Will look it up for you.

Wowser on Haley - Yay!

February 25, 2009 at 12:25 PM  
Blogger Ad Hudler said...

Linda: Congrats on the tuxedo cat selling....did you sell the boots one yet? How much are you asking for that?

Leah: Yes, I OVERINDULGE that cat because he's so freakin' cute. When I'm gone from the house he sneaks away to Cute School, and they have taught him the most persuasive maneuvers. Can you guys make it to Haley's graduation first week of June?

February 25, 2009 at 1:52 PM  
Blogger Kathy Grey said...

So many topics! Must be the fever. Feel better. I'm an advocate of the face-over-the-hot-pot-towel-over-head-and-pot cure. Steam the crud out of the enemy!

Can't help you with the virtual money thing. I'm still trying to figure out the regular money thing. Where does it all go?

How amazingly blessed you are that universities might go to war for your child's attention. And Haley, good work, woman!

Next, you ARE staff to a cat. If you don't want to be staff, get a dog, and then you'll realize the intended value of wagging tails. And you'll really piss off the self-imposed "Man of the House," Mitchell.

Finally, a school for feline obedience? Are you of this earth? Have you never heard the expression, "It's like herding cats," used to describe the impossible? (I use it all the time about my kids.)

Go, Haley. Get well, Ad.

February 25, 2009 at 8:48 PM  

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