reading: The Honk and Holler Opening Soon.
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So, I found
this blog through
Kathy, and I’ve been reading it regularly. Today I went and read
this post, and I have to say that the two paragraphs after the picture of her mother in the nurse’s uniform? I find those paragraphs somehow comforting.
Also, yesterday I followed a link from
Marcia‘s journal to
Dogblog, and looked at each and every one of the dog pictures and commentary. It’s my new favorite blog. My favorite dog has to be the one on this page, sixth picture from the top. Hilarious!
And while I’m linking to stuff I’ve read online lately, I followed the link from
Jennifer Weiner‘s blog to
this article by Ayelet Waldman and read it with interest.
I wonder how much shit she’s taking for it.
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So, in Monday’s entry I wrote:
“My god, is there a crazy person living back there and will he grab me when I’m not paying attention and cut my throat and scoop out my eyeballs with a spork and eat them, then throw my body on a big pile of decomposing bodies?”
and I am informed by several of you that in last night’s episode of Alias, someone got their eyes SCOOPED OUT WITH A SPORK.
I have my finger on the pulse of pop culture, apparently. That, or I’m psychic. Hmmm, let me check my psychic abilities and see what’s in store for the future…
I see… ten million dollars… no, sorry, a hundred million dollars…being deposited…in my checking account…and…ten more cats being adopted… by ME!
(Ah, if only!)
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Warning: Possible Amazing Race spoilers ahead! Skip to the next section if you don’t want to be spoiled!
Someone asked in my comments if we’ve been watching The Amazing Race. We have, and I know this isn’t a popular opinion, but I am LOVING Rahb and Ambah. I hated them on Survivor, but I love them in The Amazing Race! Everything Rahb does, he does with such glee that he absolutely cracks me up.
I do think they should have stopped instead of just driving by the accident that the brothers (who make me laugh in their Loverboy do-rags) had the other night, but I predicted they wouldn’t stop, so I wasn’t too surprised.
I do wish they’d contributed some money to Gretchen and Meredith, though.
This may be the season when The Amazing Race jumps the shark, but so far I’m enjoying it.
Oh, and I am SO FUCKING GLAD that Ray and Deana are gone. What an asshat he is. I mean, nothing approaching Jonathan, but still. I swear if he’d made one more snide comment about Gretchen and Meredith I was going to jump through the TV and kick him in the balls.
So, yes – watching Amazing Race and loving it!
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While I’m on the topic of TV shows, I’ve started watching House in the past few weeks. What an excellent show!
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The spud went to church last night (::sob!:: where have I gone wrooooooooong?), and I let her drive there (with me in the car, that is). She did just fine. I knew she would, but the road to church is a bit scary – pretty narrow, with some deep ditches on the side of the road in a few places. We let her drive home, too – Fred sat in the back seat – and she did well until we pulled into the subdivision, and she about took out a mailbox.
She had a doctor’s appointment this morning on the other side of Huntsville, and I was going to let her drive, but I couldn’t come up with a way to get there that didn’t involve driving down a scary road or two, so I drove.
Yes, I know that she’s got to get used to driving down the interstate and the scary, scary Parkway one of these days, but my heart just wasn’t up to it today.
The doctor appointment was to have her stitches taken out. Everything’s healing just fine, and she’s got to go back in six weeks for another check. The doctor said that if there was going to be a problem, it would most likely have shown up by now, so all is good.
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Fred turned the electric fence up quite a bit yesterday so that Mister Boogers couldn’t get as close to the fence without being zapped. Hopefully that will keep his little Booger ass in the yard. He was a total pain in the butt yesterday during the day because it was warm and sunny, but I wouldn’t let him out since the fence was turned off. When the cat door is closed and he wants out, he goes to the back door and pulls on the blinds so that they make an annoying clattering sound. He repeats it until you either come spray water at him, or let him out.
(I know, it’s a bad idea to reinforce the bad behavior by opening the door. Shaddup.)
So anyway, when Fred got home he turned the fence on – and up – and put Mister Boogers’ collar on. Mister Boogers was a wild thing for the rest of the evening and today. He keeps running outside, running around the yard like his butt is on fire, and running back inside.
He cracks me up.
At first, Fred had the fence turned up a little too high, and Mister Boogers was hanging out in the dining room. There’s a box top in the dining room where he likes to sit and stare out the window at the birds. He went over to his box top yesterday and his collar beeped.
Fred said his eyes got dark and he went flat, because he KNEW what was coming. Then he got zapped, he flew straight up into the air, and then hauled ass upstairs.
I always miss the good stuff.
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“All I was DOING was coming over to sit in my box top – MY box top! – and I got the beep and the zap. I wasn’t even being BAD! I don’t get it!”]]>