Yes – I did quote Dr. Phil to Nance yesterday, but ONLY because we were talking about Heather Mills McCartney and how it worked out that she ended up with something like $30,000 a day for their 4-year marriage. I said “Well, you know what they say – if you marry for money, you earn every dollar!” and Nance looked at me like I was all smart and shit, so I had to admit that I’d heard it on Dr. Phil.
(flickr) Rick bought us a cool hand-carved pig in Germany. Yay, Rick!
Nance and I partied it up yesterday, taking a trip to the drugstore and then to Big Lots. The Big Lots here is a lot bigger than the one at home, so I wandered around with my mouth hanging open.
Nance made me a fancy lunch, but I’m sad to report that neither of us thought of taking a picture of it, so you’ll have to take my word for it.
Maddy continues to avoid me – this morning she sat in the kitchen and glared at me, but of COURSE I didn’t have my camera with me, so no pictures of her. Nance said that last night, the instant I went to bed, Maddy showed up and hung out. Brat.
Regan came over and hung out for a while last night and snuggled the baby and we all sat around and shot the shit. I think sitting around shooting the shit is about my favorite thing to do – I don’t get nearly enough of it at home.
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Sadie continues to be completely charming. I don’t know that I’ve turned into a dog person, but I’ve definitely turned into a Sadie person. A Felina person, too. When Felina gets feisty and starts harassing Sadie, they crack me up. Sadie’s like the older, tolerant sister who puts up with the brat. She’s so sweet.
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Alex made me laugh out loud last night when Nance was talking about needing her sunglasses fixed and he called her “Corey Hart.” HEE. I kid you not, Alex and Trey are pretty freakin’ adorable and funny, don’t let Nance tell you any different. Shirley cracks me UP, too. I’ve been a laughing fool since I got here.
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Julie is such a total Daddy’s girl, it’s funny to watch her sit and give Rick the Eyes o’ Love. She reminds me of Miz Poo, only Julie’s less bitchy. A LOT less bitchy.
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Felina is slowly killing me with The Cute. The thing about Felina is that she’s smaller than she looks in her pictures. I’ll have to take a picture of her with a can of soda or a quarter or something to give you a better idea of her size. She sleeps a lot ’cause she’s still a baby, and then she prances around the house and when she decides she needs a lap to sit on, she politely touches you on the leg and waits for you to pick her up. Cutest dog on Earth, I kid you not.
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I’m making Nance take me back to Big Lots today because I was going to buy something (cat beds for $7, if you must know) and then put it back and now I wish I’d bought the damn things. Better than buying them and wishing I hadn’t, right?
Last night after dinner (really good lasagna and the best salad on earth), Rick was playing Wii Golfing and Nance and I were talking about how I get the occasional email from people who say “I read your journal, but I don’t like cats at all”, and I said “Why on earth would anyone who doesn’t like cats read me?”
Rick, in mid-swing, said “Because you’re a fascinating writer with an effervescent style.”
HEE.
Previously
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No doubt she wishes I’d leave her the hell alone and just let her SLEEP, GODDAMNIT.
2004: I’m known for my dumbassery, though.
2003: Get your cart OVER TO THE SIDE SO I CAN GET PAST YOUR STUPID ASS.
2002: Good riddance to boring characters, I say.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.
You and Nance are having WAY to much fun hanging out at Big Lots daily
I am just glad you both continue to update during the visit
“Because you’re a fascinating writer with an effervescent style.”
So True, so true. But I love cats, hence having 3 of them myself. But what I don’t get is why someone would feel the need to tell you that in the first place. What’s the point? Unless that’s what they’re trying to say is that they read you in spite of the fact they hate cats but just didn’t bother to actually say it. Even still, it seems an odd thing to say to someone.
take a pic of felina next to the pig too please!
so pleaased you are having such a great time
I gotta confess– I’m not a cat person, and lots of times, I do skip over the cat parts, especially the Friday cat questions. But keep in mind, I am a long time reader, and I got hooked on you before you talked so much about the cats, so you’re still one of my faves. I also hate kids, but there are a few bloggers who constantly write about theirs, and I love reading them–kid stories included!
Well Robyn, I do love cats, but I have to agree with Rick that you ARE a fascinating writer with an effervescent style. What an awesome quote. You should append the tagline on your site to include it!
Last night I was trying to tell my hubby all about you, Fred, Crooked Acres, etc etc. I blathered on a while about chickens and pigs and cats, and then I realized he was just staring at me as though I had grown a third eye. So I just told him, ‘I guess you had to be there’. Like he has anything so interesting to talk about! I love you, even if he doesn’t get it!
Katrina, it’s just something they say in passing, like “Even though I don’t like cats, I read you”. Which means that not all my readers are crazy cat people like me, right?
Another long time reader and dog-over-cat person, but it’s *your* journal, your thoughts, your life, and I feel very lucky that you’ve continued to share with us for all these years. Your love of the cats and their absolute family-member status makes them such an integral part of your writing that I probably wouldn’t recognize your journal without the awesome Anders0n kitty updates.
Plus, I am in love with Mr. Boogers’ glares o’ het.
I haven’t lived with cats for nearly 20 years (and never will again), and I’ve been enjoying your journal for years. I like cats – I just don’t want any in my home. I feel the same way about kids.
Yeah, Nance plays up the bitchy angle but I’m CERTAIN that she’s sweet as pie.
that is one sweet little chihuahua
Go, Rick!! Agree, agree, agree!!!!
I like cats (proven by the fact that I have four of the little hairy bastards), but I don’t read because of the cats (Well, except for Tommy Cullen. Love you Tommy!).
I read because you have a foul mouth and a wicked sense of humor.
Those two things put together make my favorite kind of person.
Hi Robyn, glad you and Nance are having a great time. I was wondering the other day if you ever got lonely during the day. I got a totally girly cat bed at Big Lots a while back. Great big very fluffy hot pink circle with a white furry circle in the middle. Absolutely envelops the kitty and they seem to love it, especially when it is placed in the sunbeam.
Confession: Not a cat person either but also love your
effervescent style!
Next time Maddy gets close say “Meat mountain Maddy…MEAT MOUNTAIN”…she will remember what a wonderful momma you were and melt all over you.
Could you maybe build a snowman, sit Felina beside it, then take a picture?
Sorry–I couldn’t resist!! That whole snowman business still cracks me up!
Not a cat-lover either but a long time reader (who doesn’t comment very often). I guess that explains it all really, I started reading your journal before.. Now I’m ashamed to admit it but I do skip the cat parts…, they are getting longer and longer though… lol. I love animals and I’ve had cats myself but I’m just not a cat person and I do think your journal was a lot more interesting before. *runs and hides*
Well I am one of the “non cat lovers” but I really do enjoy reading your journal. If you make it mandatory to like cats, I will have to lie!
Kelli
You do realize that “Felina” means “the cat,” right? So, you wouldn’t really have to be a dog person to take her home.
Muahaha. I’m evil.
Eliot, Ginsberg, Emerson, and Lowell agree that she looks like a little mouse, and they’d be happy to have something like that to play with. You know, in a grown-up (formerly) boy cat sort of way. Little White Canine (the former manly-man Maltese) says she’s way too girly to be a dog in the first place. Go figure.
I am about cats like you are dogs. They are cute, there are some extraordinary ones, but not for me. Ok. The cats are ok, the litter boxes and fur flying and clawing? Nope.
I am loving reading your adventures with Nance. I think you should take this show on the road soon! I would buy a ticket!
Oh, and is Fred going to kill that pig Rick got y’all, or is he taking it to a Carpenter to be dressed out?
I AM a cat person, but I do like you and your hubby’s styles. You make me laugh so often. I am not at my desk and you hubby’s site is to hard to remember so I just clicked on Cast to link to Mr. Fred. You need to change the picture of you and Fred. There’s a skinny Fred and not so skinny Bessie. Oh and Mr. Fred hasn’t updated in a day or so – sigh.
Because Charlotte’s post gives me an excuse to post it:
I started to post this link when Nance asked who knew the source of Felina’s name, but since I’ve never commented there before I decided that wouldn’t be a very nice way of introducing myself. Short version: The Marty Robbins song uses the spelling “Feleena” instead of “Felina.”
Which means two things:
1. Since Felina’s name isn’t the same as the Marty Robbins character, she must be a cat disguised to look like a dog and therefore Robyn can totally have a dog that looks just like her (I started to say Robyn can have her, but I suspect Nance would have a thing or two to say about that).
2. Even though I am an El Paso resident and therefore expected to be at least a little familiar with my city’s “theme song” (and its sequel, “El Paso City”), all things considered I have a leeeeetle too much time on my hands.
Is the pig solid or is it a piggy bank?
I wish I could edit my posts.
The first line should say something like,
“Because Charlotte’s post gives me an excuse to post it, and it’s been driving me nuts to have the info in my head and no reasonable place to spill it and it’s going to make me nuts until I tell someone, because I’m OCD that way:”
There. I can relax now.
Oh! Robyn!
I am sorry, three posts in a damn row. I’m sorry. But I’m crazy that way, and if I don’t post it I won’t sleep tonight.
Since you are the person I “know” who watches the most tv, can you tell me: There is a reality show involving two very prim-n-proper British housekeepers who come in and clean up horribly messy houses. Is this a US show, or a BBC thing?
My son had some “50 most shocking TV moments” show on last night, and one of them showed these two British society-matron-looking women coming in and gasping in shock and horror at the mess they were expected to clean up. The heavy-set one of the pair got down on her hands and knees (she was wearing a shirt suit with heels and hose, by the way, to clean a house in?? anyway) to sniff a stain on the carpet. (That’s what I always do.) She recoiled and made a horrible face and told her partner, “It’s pee-pee! It’s pee-pee!” On the couch, she sniffed another stain, waved her hand behind her bottom, and whispered, “Poo!”
The idea of watching these Oh So Proper women in business dress clambering around on their hands and knees and talking about poo and pee-pee makes me seriously reconsider my anti-television bias (also I’d feel better about my own messy house), but I don’t know where to find the show. Robyn, or anyone?
That show is “How Clean Is Your House?” and it’s on every weekday on BBC America.
To add on to Laura’s comment, How Clean Is Your House used to be on Lifetime. I haven’t seen it on there in ages though.
Those animals pictures are just too cute by the way, Robin!
I like cats JUST fine – as long as I am not the one who has to clean up after them and I can attest to a strong dislike of one cat in particular who tends to be on the prissy side and has refused the litter box on multiple occasions.
And lest someone say she must be ill – she’s sick in the HEAD people! She goes to the box and climbs in and sticks her fanny out and pees on the wall/carpet*. Trust me, she KNOWS what she is doing.
Evil.
I read the blog cuz it’s funny, informative, and because apparently there are cats that exist that actually LOVE their owners without subjecting them to the smell of pee soaked carpet.
* When I wake up at 2am and find her curled up in my arm, all is forgiven until the next big pee event. Love is a vicious cycle. I plan to shop for a new litter box for the evil little “princess” this weekend. She’s a fickle little bugger, but at least lots of plastic tarp and a little preventative action makes the situation livable. But if that changes, I am SO hunting down Robyn or Nance – surely THEIR cats wouldn’t torment me so. I suspect this cat knows I am a dog person. ah well.
Have fun with Nance and family!
Gina
I really don’t understand the Heather Mills M. hate. Surely Sir Paul had his wits about him when he married her (and was rather stupid not to get a pre-nup, regardless of who he married with his vast sums of $$).
He married her and now evidently needs to pay for his stupidity. Why have we raked this woman over the coals?!
Have a great visit with Nance and family, look forward to hearing more!
I just realized I spelled your name with an “i”… whoops!
Gina: Try a hooded or spherical litter box, or one with high and sloping sides. The first and the last of those have worked for my past poor-aim kitties; haven’t tried the middle but I want one.
With the first one, I should note, I used a Dremel tool to cut a large hole in the top of the litter box, so it had sort of a “sunroof.” The little swinging flap thing helps keep the kitty from “perching” on the entrance and peeing right outside the “front door,” so to speak, but a completely enclosed cat box smells RANK even to a human’s comparatively insensitive nose.
Two other suggestions: If it’s feasible, pull up the carpet for a few square feet around the litter box’s position and put ceramic tile or even linoleum or Plexiglass down. Or, put the litter box inside a large, low-sided Rubbermaid type storage container so that even if the cat goes over the edge, it’ll still land on plastic instead of carpet.
The hardware store here had a base cabinet – sorta like that one – on clearance (scratch & dent) when I was getting kitchen cabinets. I got that and took the doors off, put the litter box inside, the “tools” (scooper, the little scented mini-trash bags so that Monday’s scooping doesn’t funk up Tuesday’s air, coupons that I find inside the packs of litter) in the drawer, and the cat food station on top (cat food has to be up in my house because otherwise it becomes dog food very quickly). When I clean the litter boxes, I just sweep out the inside of the cabinet to get the stray litter out – so much easier than trying to vacuum it all out of the carpet. Of course they still track it everywhere, but not quite as much anymore, and if they “dig” too enthusiastically most of it stays in the cabinet.