While peering in my neighbor’s windows exploring my neighborhood, my parents and I came across this amazing house for sale.
On the market for only 2 mil, this house resembles a bunker. Its kinda funny looking, but I’m totally drooling over it. Anyone want to be my benefactor?
1. When was the last time you had a cold?
2. How long were you sick?
3. Do you ride bikes?
4. What is your favorite infomercial?
5. Do you have Tivo? If so, do you watch tv shows in real time anymore?
6. What is your opinion on little girls and beauty pageants?
7. Who’s on first?
8. How much would your dream house cost?
9. What would you do for a living if all jobs paid the same amount of money and college was free?
10. How do you get your news?
I have been lucky enough to catch Devon’s cold and now I’m all sniffley with a sore throat and a spacey head that feels like the zoning effects of cold medicine. This totally sucks. Especially because Devon is still recovering from his cold. Lord knows Fifi will never bring us chicken noodle soup in bed.
I’m going to miss my belly dancing class where they teach us how to do the floor movements. I’m bummed. 
It is currently 7.30 pm and 95 degrees. Um… Hello? This is Seattle. We arn’t supposed to have temperatures like this. We’ve had the house all closed up from the hot weather today, but finally around 4pm, it was the same temperature in our living room, as it was outside, as well as in our iguana’s balmy room.
Ugh. This blows. I’ve been living on fudge-sicles, watermelon and tangerine Frozen-fruits. Air conditioners won’t fit in our funny shaped windows, so we’ve had to deal with our 2 puny fans angled towards us on the couch. Unfortunately they just push the hot air around and we’re still sticking to the couch.
At least I’m not sick. Devon came down with a bad cold yesterday and now he doesn’t really even feel up to going out to the movie theather which can always be counted on to have a temperature somewhere in the 30s. It’s pretty sad. Having a cold and unable to be doted on through a hot bowl of chicken soup. Get better soon, sweetheart!
While surfing the interweb I came across an amusing site. Part Blog, Part ‘zine. A guy named Steve eats lots of gross stuff and gives his review (complete with pictures). Everything from a box of 1991 Urkel-O’s, to Nato (fermented soybeans), to silkworm pupae. Yum! The website held my attention, just like a trainwreck.
Check it out: Steve, Don’t Eat It!
Warning – Don’t visit that site if you plan on eatting in the next day or so… 
He bakes bread in the shape of our iguana. Plus, it’s super tastey.
1. Do you think Fifi might be part Blue Cayman iggy? If so, what percent?
2. Do you have any stuffed animals?
3. Could you ever spend $500 on a designer bag?
4. Are you organized or messy?
5. What are you snobby about?
6. Is disco really dead?
7. How about punk rawk?
8. Are you a trekkie?
9. Have you ever dressed “in character” to an event?
10. First words that pop into your head when you hear:
a. spock
b. element
c. frazzle
d. kool-aid
This week, I took Fifi to a vet appointment at a new clinic, after her old doctor moved to Boston. During the exam, the vet tech pointed out Fifi’s delicate features and unique characteristics. After consulting with the actual vet, they decided that its definately possible that Fifi is a hybrid iguana. Part Common Green Iguana, part endangered Grand Cayman Blue Iguana. Apparently there is a breeding facility in the US that breeds the Caymans with Green Iguanas to try and preserve some of the Cayman genes.
Among other differences, Green iguanas have spikey dewlaps, while Blue iguanas do not. Blue iguanas have flatter/pointier heads, while green iguanas have boxier heads and can have horn-like scales on their noses.
Here is a comparison:
That is all.