Several months ago my camera started acting up. It still took video just fine, but still pictures had white lines through the entire picture. Luckily, when Chip bought it for me a couple years ago, it came with a 2 year, extended warrenty. But did I send it in right away? No. It sat around while I used my old beat up fujifilm with the knob that didn't quite work, until finally last month I took it in to George's Camera to be sent back to Nikon. It came back yesterday as good as new, and I finally have my camera back & newly restored! Here's a couple of the test pictures from yesterday:
I got this little pitcher plant for the kitchen to eat the tiny fruit flies that have been coming around. We were having problems with them at work, and the plant seemed to really make a difference there, so hopefully this little eating machine will take care of our kitchen too.
When I started taking pictures of Obi, he tried to cast a spell on me. 'Do not take my picture...feed me more food!"
Every Thursday, I pick up my box of delicious CSA veggies on campus. When I get home, as I make dinner and sort through and wash all my veggies, Obi goes crazy. He LOVES his greens...spinach, lettuce, carrot greens, you name it. If the box ends up on the floor, he'll try to eat things out of, even get inside and eat the scraps when its empty.
This week, he got lucky and got to enjoy this pet grass that came in the box. He was in heaven.
The other day Chip showed me the kittenwars website. You are presented with two kitten pictures, and you click on the one you think is cutest.
Of course, I thought needed to put a picture of Obi into the mix. BUT...I needed a picture from when he was little, because kittens win more wars. AND I didn't have a digital camera when Obi was a kitten, so I had a very limited selection. The one I picked is definitely cute, but I think he would get EVEN more votes if he was looking at the camera.
At this moment, he has won 54% of his battles. Check out Oberon's progress here. If you want to see the grownup Oberon check here or here.
When we had a little truck, he didn't have much room, but liked to sleep up on the dashboard. Traveling from Chicago to San Diego in a packed CRV, he had lots of room to climb around and find different boxes and pillows to sleep on. He was so good he even used his litter box in the car. Yes, in the car, while we were driving on the highway.
We spent three nights in Colorado with my Aunt and Uncle, where Obi got quite comfortable, and even got to meet their dog, Cassie. He didn't like Cassie very much, and let her know it, but that didn't stop him from exploring the house. The night after we left Colorado, we stayed in a hotel in Nevada. That night Obi threw a huge fit, as if to let us know, this was not an acceptable new home, and he liked the place he had just been better. Of course, I slept through the whole thing, but when I woke up there was litter all over the room, and Chip said Obi had been wailing all night. Luckily, he didn't do that when we arrived in our new apartment and seems to be adjusting just fine.