4/2/12 – Monday

This week at Dinosaurs Can’t Eat Pizza, Nance and I made Brown Sugar & Balsamic Glazed Pork Loin. Spoiler: SO GOOD. You’ve got to go over and check out the balsamic vinegar that’s apparently been sitting in my cupboard since 1862. Gah. Also, I find it appalling how damn CLEAN her crock pot is. Damn … Continue reading “4/2/12 – Monday”

This week at Dinosaurs Can’t Eat Pizza, Nance and I made Brown Sugar & Balsamic Glazed Pork Loin. Spoiler: SO GOOD. You’ve got to go over and check out the balsamic vinegar that’s apparently been sitting in my cupboard since 1862. Gah.

Also, I find it appalling how damn CLEAN her crock pot is. Damn her.

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Once upon a time, I said that if keeping up this site ever felt like an obligation rather than a pleasure, I’d shut it down.

Truthfully, it’s been feeling like an obligation for a while now. Don’t get all up in arms, I’m not shutting Bitchypoo down. I’ll repeat and bold that for you damn skimmers (you know I love you) :

I am not shutting Bitchypoo down.

I am making changes, though. I’m having a hard time coming up with non-cat-related shit to talk about, probably you’ve noticed. This isn’t because I’m hiding anything from y’all. I wish I had some big secret that NOW I CAN REVEAL ALL about, but I don’t. My life’s not that exciting. Things are pretty calm around here, and that’s very much how I prefer it.

So here’s what I’m doing: I won’t be posting at Bitchypoo 5 days a week anymore. How often will I be posting? Well, I don’t know. I’m not going to write here unless I have something to say and/or need to let the obscenities fly. Twice a week, maybe? I truly don’t know at this point.

I will be posting over at Love & Hisses 5 (sometimes 6 or 7) days a week. All the cat stuff will be posted over there. If I feel the need to create a obscenity-laden cat post, it’ll be over here. Crooked Acres Thursday? Over there. If you have a comment (here at Bitchypoo) that needs a response, I’ll answer it in the comments. Unless it’s cat-related, in which case I’ll answer it over at Love & Hisses.

Robyn, you might be saying. We don’t care if you write about all that cat stuff over here. Just do it over here! Well, the thing is that it’s a pain in the ass to write the post and then have to cut and paste it, and then when I do something dumb like mess up a link, I then have to go to several different pages and edit it on each page, and I know that sounds petty, but GOD is it a pain in the ass.

Listen, I love Bitchypoo and I love that I’ve had this site for so long (13 years in October!) and I plan to keep it going as long as I have something to say and obscenities to spew, but it’s just not going to be as often. I’d like to promise that fewer posts will mean higher quality but, I don’t think there’s any threat of THAT.

On the days that there will be posts here, they’ll be published at 6 am (central time). You can always join the notify list (I only send out an email when there’s a post; I don’t share your email address with anyone, but I can’t promise that Google Groups doesn’t), and of course there are always feed readers (I don’t truncate my posts because I find that annoying).

So.. there you go. That’s how it’ll be from here on out. I suspect some of you will be disappointed, and I’m sorry for that, but this is what works for me, you know?

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(This is where you’d expect to see kitten pics and stories, and permanent resident pics. Those are now located over at Love & Hisses. Sorry for the pain-in-the-assness of having to go over there.)

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Previously
2011: Maggie’s baby story.
2010: Can you HANDLE the G&G?
2009: Lord, I ask you: WHEN WILL THE SUFFERING END?!
2008: I try not to do the snackin’ time call unless it’s really snackin’ time, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
2007: When one mows the lawn on a windy day when it hasn’t rained in a long time, one gets a lot of dust on one’s face.
2006: No entry.
2005: I am not pregnant, and I’m especially not pregnant with twins. I’m sorry to disappoint – some of you got REALLY excited, didn’t you?
2004: I can totally see the Bean clinging frantically to the top of the Jeep while I cluelessly drive around.
2003: But you’d better believe that if I had a penis, it’d be a big swingin’ one.
2002: “Walmart eating ass” will be the name of my seventh novel, in case you were curious.
2001: No entry.
2000: Well, I’ve got magazines to read, and naps to take.