Things that give me the blerghs*:
1. Milk I can have milk ON things (like cereal) or IN things (like pudding), but if I were required to sit down and drink a cup of milk? No way. Probably comes from drinking milk with dinner every night when I was growing up. Anyone who’s had to drink half a cup of very warm milk (which got warm because I put off drinking it because GODDAMN MILK IS NASTY) can probably feel my pain.
2. Flies I literally cannot eat if there’s a fly buzzing around, anywhere in the room at all. It’s like I can see the waves of disease and destruction coming off them. Those goddamn things VOMIT on their food, did you know that? So if you have to shoo a fly away from your food IT HAS PROBABLY ALREADY VOMITED ON YOUR FOOD. You’re about to eat fly vomit! Tasty!
3. Kate and Jack on Lost I like the idea of strong, kick-ass Kate, but something about the execution of the character just annoys the everloving shit out of me. I like Jack, kinda (though I prefer Sawyer or Jin – MWROWR) but the idea of Jack and Kate together? Ugh. No. Zilch for chemistry between those two. In fact, can’t we get Kate killed off before the end of the season?
4. Too much mayo I like mayo. I like mayo mixed with things. I like egg salad with mayo, coleslaw, potato salad. I like sandwiches with mayo, but too much mayo? Blergh.
5. Ticks I hate goddamn ticks with their goddamn 6,000 legs. Fred brought Newt inside the other night because he saw a tick crawling on Newt and I had to grab the tick and pull it out of Newt’s fur and then I had to kill it, and the entire time I was dealing with it, my skin crawled right off my body and headed for less creepy crawly territory. For the record, I used a very sharp knife to cut that tick in half, then I flushed it down the drain. It BETTER NOT COME BACK FOR ME, is all I’ll say.
6. Dead things I just don’t like dead things. I’m okay with the fact that Newt and Miss Momma are overwhelmed with the urge to hunt and kill and eat. I just don’t want them to do it where I have to SEE the dead thing. And I don’t want them to leave dead things on my porch. And last week when I had to pick up a dead baby chick and remove it from the brooder? BLERGH.
7. Raw chicken I swear to god I can see the salmonella crawling around on raw chicken. I hate handling raw chicken, I hate putting the chicken-juice-covered packaging in my trash can, I hate the smell of raw chicken.
And yes, I’m aware that #6 and #7 are going to make chicken-slaughtering time a true blergh-fest.
9. Brains Brains belong in skulls. If brains come slipping out of skulls I DON’T NEED TO SEE THAT, THANKS, FILMMAKERS! Can’t we just show by the characters’ reactions that there was some brain visible? Like “Oh my god! Did you see his BRAIN?!”
10. Wasps Wasps mostly annoy me, and killing them with the fly-swatter or a rolled-up magazine or newspaper doesn’t bother me at all. But when there’s nothing else around and I have to grab the wasp with a piece of paper or tissue and I have to FEEL under my fingertips the hard wasp body and HEAR the crunch it makes as I squoosh it (yes, I could just toss it in the toilet, but really. I think we all know that wasps are evil enough to swim up from the depths of the septic system and seek their revenge.), it’s blerghsville all over the place.
*The blerghs: like the oogies, only with more shuddering.
(pic) Look who got an apron made by the hands of one Knucklehead Conventioneer (aka “Nance”)! (She did not, however, make that dorky look on my face. I did that all by myself!)
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SO much more “me” than the red one I’ve been using. I love it!
Kara and the babies continue to do well. The babies are starting to explore more – yesterday, River and Inara “discovered” the padded teepee located next to the box where they spend all their time. They aren’t going far, and they always end up back in the box – or in front of it – but I bet it won’t be long before they’re all the way across the room. I did a quick check of the room to make sure there was nothing they could hurt themselves on, and I think everything’s fine.
I have a couple of short movies to tide you over. I made them with my camera rather than the camcorder, so they’re horrible, but if you need to see some little bitty kitties, it should fit the bill.
The first one is River, nursing, when he was 12 days old:
The second is random kittens moving through the frame, and Inara stretching:
The last one is from last night. The kittens, at 20 days, nurse every 3.2 seconds. Hey, something’s got to keep those bellies big and round!
Sorry for the sucky quality, but y’know how it goes. Maybe there’ll be something a little better (and longer) tomorrow or Monday, we’ll see!
(pic) “Hey. Where’d THOSE come from?!”
(pic) I don’t know what was up yesterday, but the other kittens would NOT stop sniffing Zoe’s butt.
(pic) The most beautiful raccoon kitteh in the world!
More uploaded pictures over at Flickr.
(pic) Every now and then, when she’s hanging out on top of the kitchen cupboards, Stinkerbelle spots this dark spot on the ceiling and she gets all excited. I think she thinks it’s a bug. She races over to the end of the cupboard and stares and stares at it.
(pic) She hangs so far over the edge that it makes me nervous and I stand beneath her and say “Stinky, stop! Stinky, get back. YOU ARE GOING TO FALL!”
(pic) She just ignores me, though.
(pic) I’m sure that one day she’s going to be doing this, and I’m going to be trying to convince her to back up, and she’s going to slip and fall and land on my head, and next thing I’ll be motoring around the back forty in a breath-controlled wheelchair. Between Stinkerbelle and Fred, I think it’s just a matter of time before I get that wheelchair.
Previously
2007: Fred was PISSED because he’d been harboring a secret yen to stay in the Shalom in the Home trailer park, and he stomped off to sulk, thus making Nance and Rick uncomfortable and not in the mood to play Catch Phrase.
2006: I ran out the back door, yelling the entire way for Tommy to “Drop it! Drop it, Tommy! DROP IT!”
2005: No entry.
2004: No entry.
2003: It’d certainly be interesting, at least until it came to blows, I’m sure.
2002: Of course, the mother of the bride is a total sobbing mess.
2001: My butt hurts.
2000: I meant to pick up the razors for Women with Big Asses.
Did you happen to notice that in the pic of the apron, you kind of look like you are balancing the pot on your head? It looked that way when I just galnced quickly at the screen and I had to laugh.
Karen, I thought so too. My *first* thought was, “A graduation cap? What?” then “Oh, it’s a pot. Why does Robyn have a pot on her head?”
nursing bebeh kittehs = head asploded.
The apron is so cool. I think she picked out a perfect material for you.
My question is…………..how did you get the pot on your head when you have no arms?
We have that stuffed tigger as well, and lola is totally freaked out by it. She thinks it is another cat invading her space, so we periodically move it around the house to have some fun. One day it will be in her kitty bucket, one day it will be in the window etc…
I am so going to steal that pot the next time I come down there – I NEED it! Until then, you can keep wearing it on your head. heh.
At first – I thought you were showing us your “balancing abilities”! The kettle on the fridge looks perfectly balance on your head.
Also – I hate frickin ticks more than anything else in the whole wide world! I would rather be stung by a bee than find a tick crawling on me!
Pickle used to do that with some holes in our bedroom ceiling. They used to have hooks hanging down. There were two on each side of the bed. I have no idea what freakiness the previous owners were into… Anyway, Chris just pulled them out, and we never filled the holes, which are probably the size of dimes or nickels. But Pickle would be on the bed, then notice them all of a sudden, all over again, and stare at them like they were bugs. He’d even wag his tail and chatter a bit. And we always had to remind him they were HOLES, PICKLE. JUST HOLES.
I love the racoon kitteh! My heart goes pitter patter and I’m not a cat person! At all! Are all cats born with blue eyes like human babies – and then they change color as they get older? If so, What color do you think the racoon kitten’s eyes will be?
speaking of hooks on the ceiling, we went with a realtor to see homes about 20 years ago. at one condo, the bedroom had a headboard made out of a section of fence with horrid spiky points. there was a set of handcuffs on each of side of the headboard, as well as each side of the footboard. we were just standing there with our mouths open while the real estate agent herded us to the other bedroom. we passed the condo owners outside as we were leaving and they were totally white bread polyester presbyterians. i guess i was expecting ron jeremy and traci lords. instead, it was more like hank and peggy from the tv show king of the hill. that just made it all the more creepy.
I HATE JACK AND KATE. I actually feel AWKWARD watching them. Unlike watching Sawyer, which makes me desperately want to solve the mystery of the island and time travel my ass over there and into his sarcastic, assholish LAP.
Will I be submitting any NON-TV-related comments?
Looks like…NO.
I thought you were balancing the pot on your head as well. I was impressed.
Nance is a sewing fool! She did a good job!
The ultimate apron for you would incorporate, chickens, kitties and pigs but thanks to today’s post, I know it wouldn’t incorporate milk, brains or wasps. Heh.
I can not handle the major cuteness of that kitten nursing video!! I don’t know how you don’t squeeze them and kiss them to DEATH!!!
I’m starting to think you WANT to roll around the back 40 in a breath powered wheelchair! ;D
And I also hate Jack and Kate. They suck.
I also thought the picture was just to display your awesome pot-balancing skills.
Is there anything more adorable than that racoon kitteh? I think not. Makes me want to hightail it over to the local shelter and find myself my own little racoon kitteh to love.
OMG– My favorite baby kitten time is just after they open their eyes, but can’t quite use their limbs right. Makes me want 100 baby kittens.
I just love that all the foster kittens are named after the women of Firely!