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.
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?
(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.)
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.