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What is a Fuzzball?

  • One question I hear more than any other is What's a Fuzzball??" Allow me to explain:

    A Fuzzball is a 30-year-old fallen debutante who lives in Houston, TX with a bossy dog and an even bossier parrot who she SWEARS is the reincarnation of Napoleon Bonaparte.

    A Fuzzball prefers animals to most people, because people can really suck sometimes.

    A Fuzzball loves music, ALL music ALL of the time. If she's not listening to it, then she's singing it.

    A Fuzzball has a mad love for all things British, especially their actors.

    A Fuzzball is blissfully happy in a bookstore, preferably one with good music playing in the background. If you look under a Fuzzball's bed you'll usually find an entire library of books that she has dropped there after falling asleep reading.

    Fuzzballs are usually incurable romantics, ridiculously optimistic, and bent on making the world a happier place.

    Your typical Fuzzball will probably have a completely bizarre sense of humor. Just go with it, it will take you to funny places.

    You should also be aware that Fuzzballs are giant nerds. Seriously. Science fiction, computers, the whole shebang.

    Fuzzballs are also budding photographers. They love looking at the world through a lens and finding new ways to be creative.

    Oh...and you can also look for a Fuzzball in one of the best movies ever made. ;)

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I'd grab my cats (and would be scratched all to hell in the process), my camera (out of habit), an external hard drive, and maybe a guitar. Mainly the cats.


Wow. I have to think about this for a while.


Definitely our dog Levi and our three cats (I have them ordered by priority in case I can't take them all, but I don't want to hurt their feelings by listing the order here). After that, I'd like to think that I could haul out my comic book collection, but that's probably wishful thinking. I might just settle for grabbing a few of the framed comics we have hanging on the wall. Oh, and my laptop.

Otherwise, we don't have too many heirlooms sitting around. Wait...should I list my wife on there, or is she just assumed? ;)


Well, I went through those choices and those of you who read my blog as I blogged my way through evacuation hell already know what I took. I did a think-piece afterward about the things I and others took and didn't take. That entry mentions specific books, but links back to two other entrys in which I decide about which of my guitars to take and about the music I took along with me and why. About a dozen books, some because they were "sustaining" or favorites, others because they were irreplaceable. Likewise about a dozen CDS, mostly favorites, a few irreplaceable. The big thing for me was deciding which guitar to take because with my husband, two dogs and three fish in a small car there was only room (barely!) for one guitar. I also took a ton of back-up disks along with my laptop, 'cause I've off-loaded a lot of pictures and docs from my HD to disks over the years. I took a small framed picture of my father and also his pocket watch...no photo albums; I didn't even think of them until later when I realized I didn't have my wedding pictures. :-( (Which I will take next time!) I also took a couple of quilts in case we ended up in a shelter---and the pieces of a quilt I was making for Katrina evacuees at the time of my evacuation.

For me, the one thing I most feared losing (aside from spouse, dogs and fish) was the one thing I could not take with me: the house. The contents of the house can be replaced more easily and with less pain than the house itself. I'm more worried about catastrophic damage to the house than the things in the house. "Home" is more than a structure, but knowing so many people---friends and family---who took a direct hit from Rita and suffered so much damage to their homes---and seeing so many homes destroyed and not yet rebuilt when I go to visit my mother in Beaumont, just reinforces my feeling that the one possession I can't afford to lose is the one I can't pack up and take with me. :-(

Sorry this is so long. :-( I'm a good writer, but a horrible editor. ;-)

The Golden Child

Well, i'm going to include pets just because if it had been you and Jack left in a burning building i probably would have gone in for Jack first. Sorry, but I'm sure you understand. I don't know what I'm talking about, as Jack probably would have been smart enough to be first out, but then I would have seen him like pulling everyone to safety with his teeth.

Aaaanyways before I start bawling again I can get to the more materialistic items. I don't really have that many "prized possessions." Number one would be my lucky Texas shirt and hat. Since there is a 75% chance I would be wearing those items at the time anyways, I would then go for as many shoes as I could put into a trash bag or something (Jordans first, then from most expensive down). Then I would drape myself in my quilt, as I don't use sheets and can't sleep without it, and finally grab my laptop, just so I don't have to waste time resetting my favorites later on. Pretty boring:

1. Jack
2. Texas gear
3. Shoes
4. Quilt
5. Laptop


Okay obviously Will and the Cat :)

After that I'd probably throw all of my photo albums and that box of loose photos into a suitcase, grab my laptop, my camera, this box that holds all of my old journals and this stuffed bear I've had since the day I was born and head out. If I had a little bit of time to pack more stuff, I'd probably pack my Baby-Sitters Club books


It depends on how much time I have. I know from experience (Kobe earthquake, 1995) that in a real emergency I am happy to get out with myself intact, and a blanket to keep warm(ish). (It was winter.) I didn't grab anything else. No time, and we could smell gas. We were too busy trying to get jammed doors open. All our doorframes had buckled, we had to clamber over thrown-around furniture to get to the doors in the first place, and it was pitch black. (Actually, even if I'd wanted to take something precious, I would have had a hard time finding it.)

After that the aftershocks were constant and we had to be ready to run for it if another big one happened. We had emergency packs by the door, which we put some thought into putting together. In mine I had, besides the usual water/food/first aid etc, my passport and bankbook. That was it.

I probably should have had photos in there - that's one thing you can't replace - but really, at the time I didn't care. I was just happy to be alive and able to get out at all. Also, I'd started hating 'things.' Things hurl themselves at you in emergencies and then need to be cleared up later.

An experience like that can really change your priorities.

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