My friend A sent this to me ages ago and I'm so embarrassed it took me so long to put this on the blog, because damnit, it's so awesome. You can't tell from the photo, but this is actually on a t-shirt and I would totally wear this if I weren't such a slave to fashion.
I guess the message here is "Hey, there are stickers in this book and it's only 99 cents!"
This hawk was just hanging out in the bushes nearby. And this photograph is just barely zoomed in. I was probably three feet away from him. He was very, very intense.
Why didn't anyone tell me that there were squirrels on the Starbucks holiday cups this year?!?
Definitely creepy. And I love rodents, so I imagine most people are skeezed out by these guys.
I was very upset when B ended up matching the squirrel mommy and squirrel baby and adding them to his stack. And in fact I lost miserably at Memory: Animal Families, but ended up rocking it when we played the original Memory later.
It makes me kind of happy to think that someday all of my squirrel stuff will go to a thrift store somewhere and some young lover of squirrels will freak out with joy when she sees all the awesomeness I've collected over the years. They better price my cool squirrel stuff at higher than $6, though!
Found in a fancy knick knack store in New Jersey. I think my new cellphone with its fancy, fancy camera is really going to revolutionize the way I blog.
Found at a thrift store in New Jersey. Seriously considered bringing it home, but was easily distracted by a Squirrel Nutkin sticker book.
Now I will be warm all winter like the fat and fuzzy little squirrels I'm seeing in the parks these days.
They look terrified, don't they? Poor little things just don't have the nerves for this.
"You have to have faith that your friends will always provide you with new, crazy shit for your desk," I said. Thanks, G.
I sure remember them. You know why? Because I have at least 65 Littlest Pet Shop sets in my childhood room at home, that's why. I wish I had gotten a shot of the whole thing, but I wasn't really thinking and just wanted to capture the the general chaos that is the Littlest Pet Shop shelf in my room.
I only took this one picture, but I think it begins to capture the chaos of the My Little Pony shelf (with overflow seating for precious flutter ponies on the Littlest Pet Shop shelf above). There are two rows of ponies here, adults in the back, kids in the front. I am particularly fond of this picture because it showcases the random horse toy thrown in haphazardly with beloved ponies, and also the poor Barbie whose hair we chopped off in the summer of 1995 with Jewel's first album playing in the background. 
My friend E dutifully acquired these for me and I just adore them. We don't have a yard of course, but they sit out on our balcony and keep us company while we drink beer and watch the sun set over Manhattan.
I'm not much for gardening, really. I've killed every plant I've ever owned, including our beloved Bonsai tree, Sputnik, whom I found horrifically shriveled and dry on our window sill one morning back in 2009. 
Luckily, now when we do have a garden or a yard some day, I can be assured that at least two little garden inhabitants will remain happy and healthy, particularly since they require neither weeding nor watering. 
B immediately pointed out that "you don't even like jazz." I told him that if that was the strangest thing he could see about this CD then I must have married the right man. 
This is Queen Adele of Romania. Her head is made of a dried apple, her arms are made of baby blue pipe cleaners, and her body is made from an empty Henry Weinhard's Private Reserve bottle. Note also that her castle is made of old clothing and shoe boxes, lovingly painted white and blue, and that the curtains are both red velvet and ill-made.
You're welcome.
Oh, and for those of you keeping track, it turns out that last book I was reading actually was robot porn, and the robot was indeed wearing cargo pants. Both of these points were covered in later chapters.
I should be proud to get on the subway with my nose buried in something by Asimov, right? People should look at me and think "Wow, look at that intelligent girl on the N train reading one of Asimov's great novels. I am unworthy to stand in the light of her knowledge of The Three Laws of Robotics." But instead I'm pretty sure they're thinking "Wow, that girl on the N train is reading robot porn. And why is the robot wearing cargo pants? This is both disgusting and unclear."
He is adorable, and is currently acting as a table centerpiece (he may be small, but he's got the attitude to take up the whole table!) while I contemplate where he belongs amongst my other squirrel items. 
It was funny, though, because she waited for me to leave for a few moments, gleefully placed them on my keyboard, and then waited in her office for my reaction, which I think was pretty perfect. 
They help me load paper into the printer when we run out.
They help me with my database updates and gift entry tasks.
They answer the phone when people dial the wrong number and then insist that they dialed the correct number even though I know there is nobody named Candylicious who works here.
And most importantly, they help all of us with the filing. 
This stunning little albino squirrel lamp was sent to me by, of all people, my new boss at my job! Normally I try to keep my rodent obsession secret, at least for a few months, so that people don't judge me too harshly immediately. My usual slow introduction was thwarted by my coworkers, who informed our new boss about "Casey's squirrel thing" within the first week.
I don't know when it happened but I have apparently turned into a city kid. My shoe choice for this excursion was both completely inappropriate and dangerous, the lack of garbage freaked me out, and at one point I thought the sound made by my corduroy jacket was actually the calls of a beaver following me. 
It's all very wrong. I used to be so comfortable in wild places. Now I'm confused if I don't have concrete under my feet.
This was the first time I've ever been to the Unisphere and been able to walk through the dry fountain right up to the base of it.
It was kind of scary having this giant steel globe hovering above us, but the cold February sky was really awesome against the metal structure. 
I took a lot of pictures. I think they're great. 
These squirrels were at an exhibit on boxes, and I'm lucky I looked closely enough to find them. Can you see them? The casket is French, from approximately 1700. It is made of "wood veneered with marquetry of tortoiseshell and brass, rosewood; gilt bronze, and steel."
This is from my squirrel calendar. I think I've mentioned the squirrel calendar before. I get one every year, and they really make me crazed with glee. This month's squirrel just may be the cutest one yet (counting all three or four years that I've had a squirrel calendar). 
Over the holidays B and I came down with a really, really terrible stomach flu, which sidelined us both for a couple days. One of the nieces wrote me a sweet little note about how she was sorry I was sick. This cute little squinky squirrel accompanied the note. Apparently squinkies are a thing now with the younger set (I'm really not hip enough to know these things). They come in eggs and they are meant to be pencil toppers but I think most kids just collect them. They're pretty cute, and I've brought my squinky to work, where he sits atop my monitor and praises my work. My coworkers are jealous.
DO YOU SEE THE WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?!?! Squirrels. Neon pink. Socks. Everything about these cracks me up, and every time I look at them my curmudgeonly, pessimistic little heart melts just a little bit. These were a Christmas present from my friend G, who obviously knows me very well.
This was part of our Christmas present this year! They're supposed to be ornaments, but the little threads to hold them to the tree fell off. One was for B (the green one, I think) and one was for me, but B promptly regifted his so I'm now the proud owner of both sparkly, magnificent little squirrels (with hats!). And of course the nieces were SO delighted to give them to me. I'm hoping that this will influence a lifelong love of rodents in all of them.
Cute, right? Here it is from a different angle, so you can see how it's built. I like how this one is a red squirrel, since most of my squirrel stuff is based on the grey squirrel. 
And then my friend E picked up this beautiful card for me in South Africa, I believe. 
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