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This was an actual printer jam at John Deere Seeding !
“Come and fix the printer jam please ?”
He’s not dead but he’s sure stuck. We did end up getting him out and letting him loose for those of you that are mouse lovers. You think you are having a bad day!
(Thanks to reader Penny for the forward!)
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My sister sent me some pictures of her cats.
This is her new cat, Punki. Is she cute, or what? I can’t wait to meet her in person in a few weeks!
Punki needs more toys, don’t you think?
Tigger. Are all orange cats this happy, or are Sugarbutt, Tigger, and Spanky the exceptions?
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Hey, remember Gizmo from
two years ago? Well, my brother recently sent me some pictures of her.
She was being a pain and wouldn’t look at the camera long enough for him to take a straight-on picture, but you can see enough to see how gorgeous she’s gotten. Doesn’t she look really, really soft?
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Currently
reading:
Otherwise Engaged, by Eileen Goudge.
Finished last night:
Lost Boys, by Orson Scott Card. What a very, very strange book and a very strange ending. I didn’t hate the ending, but it took me way too long to understand what the hell was going on – someone else might have caught on right away – but I did cry like the big baby I am at the end. I’d recommend it, but I’ll say that it’s not what you’d expect it to be from reading the back. I’ve never read Orson Scott Card before – are all his books that strange?
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Previously
2004: (I never claimed not to be a dumbass)
2003: I would be ever so grateful if you would restrain yourself.
2002: No entry.
2001: I knew y’all were a hip and happenin’ bunch of readers!
2000: Stuff I’ve bought.
1999: And it tasted excellent, of course, which made the eggfart stenchiness more than worth it.]]>
I *love* to watch cats sleep! They’re so cute and peaceful-looking … Kinda like kids! 🙂
OHMIGOD! My mom does the same thing…insists on everyone being “Mrs. John Smith” despite the fact that the woman may be divorced or the husband has passed away or the fact that the woman may not want to be referred to as Mrs. John Smith…I have just given up and when I call for an address and she says “Mrs. John Smith…”, I just ignore it and write “Jane Smith…”.
But it irritates the CRAP out of me!
“Are we in 18fucking32?”
Still crying. Bwah ha ha!!!!!!
I would say you should totally address things to her to your father, but she’d probably sigh in relief that you’d finally “gotten” it. Bah.
Couldn’t she just have addressed it to The Spud anyway?
When I address cards, I usually keep the address label of what the person who wrote me has. So if they’re widowed or divorced but still want to be called Mrs., then I know.
But for your own mom…well…yes that is really strange! LOL! 😛
kitten toes are the best!
I think it’s strange that she didn’t just address the enveleope to the Spud. I mean, she gets mail sent to your house too, right? Oi. Here’s what it is, your mom sits around thinking of things that will GALL you and then she does them. Fadjitas, anyone?
The mail thing really chaps my ass too, not just from my mom, but from everyone. My spouse and I have different last names and I have my phd so I could technically be called “dr”. I get mail all the time from “dr. and mrs. johnson” but I still get addresses as “mr and mrs smith” even from my mom. Since I send out all of our correspondence, I make sure I put “the jones and smith family” everywhere, on the envelope, inside the letter multiple places. Some people must just not pay any attn. And my mom does just to tick me off.
Okay, it is funny that you posted those three cat pictures at the end of this entry because…. We’re getting a kitten for Christmas this year and I was JUST thinking: “Should I get a calico, an orage one or be true to my witch roots and just get a black cat.” Looking at your three cuties makes the decision all the more difficult.
(Honestly, we’ll probably just go with what they have on the adoption day. I can’t wait!!)
I cried at the tne of Lost Boys too, and it totally took me by suprise. It was a strange and depressing book, for sure.
Hey – you cannot complain. My mom sends stuff to Miss Valerie LastName. For christ sakes I’m 39 years old! I’m NO Miss. Makes me feel like a spinster everytime she sends me somthing. OK so I am, but that’s not how I feel. I don’t care that I’m single. I’ll be 90 (hoefully) and single. Time our old folks get with the new age. It isn’t PC these days to send stuff like that.
I love love Orson Scott Card. Read “enders game”. It is the book that made me start to love sci fi books.
“enders game” is the start of a whole series but it is good.
Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card is one of the best books ever!!!! It is the beginning of a series but I think the rest of the series pretty much sucks!!! Ender’s Game is scifi without too much science and it’s great!!!!
I have an orange cat, Weiner, female, who is 15 years old, and she has been a crank since the day she was born. Mind you, I do love her, but she is always pissy at the other cats, slaps them given half a chance, and generally has a frown on her face. I have enjoyed the Sugarbutt pictures so much cuz he is always smiling, and I have no orange cat experience in seeing other than the big frown. Weiner usually looks a lot like Miz Poo, no offense to her but she is not the happiest looking sole either. So no, not all orange cats are happy. Maybe all boy orange cats??
I think addressing things to kids in care of their parents went out around the same time that addressing little boys as Master John Doe did?
I hate, hate, hate being addressed as Mrs. Don Ourlastname. I AM A SEPARATE ENTITY!
What a lovely shot of Miz Poo! She’s such a beautiful cat, reminds me so much of my kitten, Samantha.
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Speaking of happy pills – the vet did put my cat Clive on some – he was over grooming. Poor beautiful crazy cat! He now has a stripe of bald all down his back – hopefully that grows back soon. My mom does the same thing when she mails me a Christmas card. Not any other time of the year – only at Christmas. Possibly our mailman forgets who I am at that time of the year.
I’ve read lots of Orson Scott Card and love his stuff. Most of them aren’t quite like Lost Boys. I concur with the commenter who said you should read “Ender’s Game”. Loved it.
Hey! That’s my cat! She’s FAMOUS!!! And yes, she is really, REALLY soft. And a love slut.
Kate: and she looks like she’s eating quite well. She reminds me of my Kief – he a petite, fat cat – short legs & body but big tummy. 🙂
My mom does that too! Mrs. Nicholas Ourlastname. And even more annoying, if she sends me a birthday card, she doesn’t sign it “mom and dad” but with her and dad’s first names. It just bugs me to no end.
Ooo, Robyn. That would’ve pissed me off too! Why does the card need to be addressed c/o anyone? I understand your daughter’s a minor, but that seems a little strange to me.
It’s funny that this started your entry today – this morning at work, I was in charge of addressing envelopes and I was commenting on how it goes against everything I believe in, to write “Mr. and Mrs. Joe Blow” – I know it’s a generational thing and doesn’t bother some people, but damn.
My mother addresses cards to me as Mrs. HusbandFirstName HusbandsLastNameThatSheKnowsIDidn’tTake and my mother-in-law addresses cards to me as Mrs. Craige HusbandsLastName and I thought everyone knew that you only address a woman by Mrs. HerFirstName if she’s a divorcee. Kind of amuses me. But apparently in his family that’s what they do. I don’t like being called Mrs. at all. Makes me feel old. I prefer Ms.
Also, is it just me or after all that time of getting annoyed that gmail’s “delete” option was called “Move to Trash” now that they’ve actually changed it to “Delete” I skip right by it and wonder where the “Trash” link went? ‘Course, I still just want a frickin’ button for deleting. Is that too much to ask?! I know you have a love/hate relationship with gmail, too, which is why I bring it up.
Craige: You can download and install your very own Gmail delete button here! It’s just completely awesome, and I LOVE it.
My orange cat is NOT happy or smiley. He just wants OUUUTTTT so he is very bitey and sort of mean. But we loves him anyway.
My big orange cat is a happy, tubby, purring machine. I have met very few unhappy orange cats. Which is why I love them soooooooooooo very much!!!