9/19/06

Milk face.   I adore this picture.   “Hewwo. I am Miss Maddy Mack. Welcome to my cat carrier. It’s small but cozy, and there’s a stuffed monkey for cuddling. I’m growing (I weigh 13 ounces now!), and it’s time to move on to a bigger house. I want to sell my carrier, but I need the help of professionals. Welcome to the newest episode of Sell This House!” All of today’s uploaded pictures are here.

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Yawny reader pet pics!
This is Adah, who belongs to Lara. Lara says I think my favorite cat-yawn might be the post-yawn, demonstrated by Adah, here. I have to say, I love the post-yawn, too. I don’t think I can count the number of pictures I have of Mister Boogers with that exact look on his face. Hee! This is Ginger, who belongs to Joan, who says [Ginger has] lots of personality & ruler of the house (much to the dismay of our other cat!). I think I can see some personality, there!
Thanks for sharing, Lara and Joan! The rest of you – keep ’em coming!
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Dsc01193 Mister Boogers hates you.
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Previously 2005: We meet Sugarbutt, Tommy, and their siblings! 2004: No entry. 2003: Since he’s a year older than me, that’ll give me two years to theatrically take to my bed and waste away. Sounds about right. 2002: Obviously whoever lives at 308 belongs to the Bitchypoo “If I don’t know you, I ain’t answerin’ the door” school of thought. 2001: I hate you, Mr. Mailman. 2000: Only US Magazine would consider it newsworthy that Michael Douglas is changing diapers he hasn’t been wearing. ]]>

9/18/06

reading: A Spot of Bother, by Mark Haddon. So far, I’m liking it quite a bit, though perhaps not as much as I liked The Curious Incident, etc. Recently finished: my bathroom book (took me two months to read it – you’d think I would have finished it in a couple of weeks at the most, given how much time I spend in there!), Now or Never, by Elizabeth Adler. Not a bad book – easy enough to keep up with if you’re only reading it in short spurts (HA!), anyway. I totally guessed the killer wrong, which is always a plus in my book.

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Two notable conversations took place while we were watching The Amazing Race last night. Conversation 1 On the TV: Father and daughter. Daughter says something. Father says something, then gets all choked up, tears in his eyes. We watch, baffled. And an instant later – before they say anything on TV – I know what the deal is. Me: Oh, she’s gay. Fred: That’s why he’s all choked up? Me: Yeah. On the TV: daughter says “I’m gay.” Me: (Trading a look of disbelief with Fred) Can you imagine EVER caring that much who your child is sleeping with?* Fred: I really can’t. *Of course I want my daughter to be in a relationship with someone who treats her well, isn’t a criminal, and is carrying no communicable diseases. But I flat-out do not care whether that person has a penis or a vagina. Conversation 2 Fred: Do you suppose Muslims have to ask people which way Mecca is? Robyn: I don’t know. Maybe they carry a little compass with them. Will Allah be mad if they intend to face the right way, but mess up? Fred: Maybe. Robyn: “Sa’eed, that’s ONE LESS VIRGIN for you!” “Aww, Allah! I’m already down to 53! I’m going to OWE you virgins if I don’t die soon!” Fred (a few minutes later): Oh Bessie, we’re so dumb! Robyn: Why’s that? Fred: The sun rises in the East and sets in the West. As long as you know that, you can figure out which way is North, South, whatever. Robyn: What about on cloudy days? Fred: You still can tell where the sun is coming from! Robyn: No you can’t, not if it’s behind the clouds. Besides, they’re visiting countries they’ve never been to, they don’t know which side of the hotel the sun usually comes up on in strange countries. And what about at night? Don’t they have to pray at night? Fred: Five times a day. Robyn: Well, there you go. How do they know the right direction if they’re running through the airport when it’s dark outside and it’s time to pray? Fred: I don’t know, Bessie. It’s a mystery. DO NOT READ THIS NEXT LINE IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED THE AMAZING RACE YET. I guess it’s also a moot point now, eh?
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Saturday morning we left the house early once again, after I’d fed the kitten, and headed up toward Tennessee. A couple of weeks ago Fred mentioned the idea of attending an auction or two, so I found a few upcoming auctions that looked like they might have things we’d be interested in. Specifically, we’re looking for something to put in the master bathroom downstairs (in the new house, I mean) for storage, and something to put in the kitchen, also for storage. We figured, if nothing else, we’d hang around for a while and watch the people. The auction started at 10, and we got there just a few minutes before it started. We’d intended to get there half an hour or more before it started, but left the house late (story of our lives!) and so all the good spots in the shade had been taken before we got there.
DSC01309 Dsc01315 We saw an orb weaver that I thought Fred was going to try to capture and bring home. He estimated it to be about four inches from end to end. It was HUGE.
There ended up not being much that we were interested in, though we hung around for about an hour watching the auction and the people. We sat on a towel in the shade of a beat-up old car for a few minutes, then Fred’s back started hurting, so we headed out. We didn’t want to go home – we’ve really liked going out and doing things on Saturdays these past several weekends – so we headed for Mennonite country, aka Lawrenceburg. The thing about the Mennonites is that they scare me a little. They’re very serious-looking, and they have sometimes difficult to understand accents. It’s funny that I’d be scared of them, since they’re known for being so peaceful, and I’m sure they have plenty of laughter and joy in their lives, but they always seem really grim when we’re dealing with them, like they’d just as happily smack us as look at us. Maybe they think we‘re scary. After driving around and making a couple of stops, we ended up finding a family that sold exactly what we were looking for – rocking chairs. Big sturdy rocking chairs to go on the front porch of the new house, and only $60 plus tax. Naturally we hadn’t brought enough cash with us, so we had to drive out of the Mennonite community and find an ATM, then get back to where the chairs were. We didn’t think both chairs would fit in the back of Fred’s car, and discussed coming back next weekend with his stepfathe’s truck, but I suggested we just give it a try, and after some moving stuff around, Fred managed to make them both fit.
DSC01329 The sheaves. Which I didn’t have to bring in. Dsc01325 Dsc01332 Dsc01338 Dsc01337
We made a few more stops so I could buy some baskets and we could pick up some apple pies and a few other things on the way home, and then stopped to have lunch. We stopped at a little Mexican restaurant, stupidly opted for the buffet (they close down the buffet at 2, and we got there right before 2, so everything was kind of old and dried-up. Like me!) and had some bad (tasting, that is) Mexican food. We finally made it home a little after 4:30, and I ran upstairs to feed the baby while Fred brought everything in. We had talked about going to an auction in Madison that started at 5, decided not to, and then decided we DID want to. So we left the house a little before 5 and got to the auction just a few minutes before it started. There was TONS of furniture there, and we eyeballed a dresser for the spud. This auction was WAY better than the one we’d attended in Tennessee. This auctioneer moved a lot faster than the one in Tennessee, and I quickly learned that if you hesitated just an instant too long, you’d lose out. We were sitting there watching a lamp being auctioned, and suddenly Fred raised his hand to bid on it. “What the hell are you doing?” I said to him, bug-eyed. “Bidding on the lamp,” he said. “That’s a good lamp for $7.50!” He wasn’t willing to pay $10, though, so was outbid. All in all, we got some excellent stuff. A gaming table came up for auction and we decided it would fit perfectly in a certain spot in the new house, so Fred bid on it, and we got it for $110. Then, of course, an even more perfect wall table came up, and we ended up getting that one for $100, too. We were willing to spend up to $250 on the dresser for the spud, a lovely old maple dresser. How much did we get it for? $110. We were absolutely floored at how low some of the furniture was going for. Like I said to Fred, “We are NEVER going into an antique store again!” Some of the stuff was going for less than $100, and there was no doubt in my mind it was going to show up in an antique store for $600 or more. On the other hand, we were amazed at how much some of the stuff was going for – there was a fast and furious bidding war on an old anvil, and we just looked at each other like “Why?” and shook our heads. Fred did get a jigsaw and a router for $10 each, though, which was cool. After we’d spent almost $350, Fred said “We’d better get out of here before we spend any more money!”, so we did. We packed the game table, the saw and router, and the wall table into the car, and decided we’d borrow Fred’s stepfather’s truck on Sunday and come back to get the dresser.
Dsc01334 Wall table. Dsc01335 Game table, closed… Dsc01355 …halfway open… DSC01354 … all the way open. Dsc01353 Spud’s new dresser.
We got going around 9 Sunday morning to go over to Fred’s mom’s to borrow his stepfather’s truck. We got to the auction house, loaded up the dresser, and were home well before 10. I puttered around the house for the better part of the day, while Fred went out and stained the rocking chairs a nice light pecan color.
Dsc01349 Fred’s mom and stepdad have an outside cat. He just showed up outside their back door one day and stayed around, so they make sure he gets fed and stays warm and gets his shots. He stays outside, though, because their house is really too small for another cat. Dsc01344 Bandit, the pampered indoor kitty. Dsc01411
All in all, it was a very, very good weekend. And what’s even better? We close on the new house in less than two weeks! Woohoo!
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Maddy continues to do well. Last Wednesday (the morning after I brought her home), she weighed in at 10 ounces. This morning, she weighed in at 13 ounces. I worry about her not getting enough to eat – for two feedings yesterday she barely drank half a tablespoon of formula at each – but she’s still gaining weight, so apparently she’s getting enough. I think she’s teething – she’s been chewing on stuff a lot lately, and I see tooth nubs in her mouth, but I don’t think any of them have popped through yet. She’s been doing a lot of “exploring” lately, venturing further and further from me, but then if she gets too far from me she gets nervous and runs back. It’s seriously cute. What I saw when I went upstairs to feed Maddy yesterday.         “Oh! Yes! RIGHT THERE!” Maddy loves the belly rubs.     You have no idea how very, very, very much these little claws hurt. I finally went out and bought some work gloves to wear while feeding Maddy, because she digs in so hard with them. Good for her she’s so cute! All of today’s uploaded pictures are here.  
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Yawny reader pet pics!
This is Lola, reader Melinda’s Beagle. Melinda says, This is Lola, my 4 yr old beagle. When I snapped this picture last spring I thought of your yawning kitties so it is only appropriate to share. What a cutie! Almost makes me want a dog. 🙂 Look! It’s a Sugarbutt lookalike! (A Sugalike!) This is reader Leanne’s cat Basil (and that looks like a disapproving Boogalike over there on the left!). I don’t think I’ve mentioned that I love orange kitties, have I? These two are Pita (on the left) and Pepper (the yawner). They belong to Donna, and if you want to see some cute cat pictures, you should check out Donna’s site, ’cause she puts up some really good ones.
Thanks, Melinda, Leanne, and Donna, for sharing. The rest of you, keep ’em coming ’til the end of the month!
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Dsc01438 The price of gas this morning. I wonder if it’s going to get below $2 a gallon before it starts bouncing back up?
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Previously 2005: No entry. 2004: No entry. 2003: Dirk is a happy, happy man. Dirk is very close to orange. 2002: Instead of finding it cute and amusing, I am, instead, bitter that I’ll never get that 94 minutes of my life back. 2001: (he’s a dumbass, she’s a dumbass, they’re dumbasses, wouldn’t you like to BE a dumbass too?!) 2000: No entry.]]>

9/15/06

you still cross stitching? Yes and no – I have a ton of kits to do, and I keep intending to cross-stitch while I watch TV in the evenings, but I haven’t actually done any cross-stitching in a couple of months. I tend to cross-stitch every night for months and months, and then not a single stitch for a few months before picking it up again.

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Why 6 months before you sell your house? Will it be that long before you move? Because the spud wants to graduate from her current high school and there’s nothing in place so that we could live in Smallville and she could drive to Madison every morning (Fred has talked to the superintendent – I don’t know if it’s because we’re moving to another county, or what). So we decided to buy the new house, work on it for the next six months, then put this house up for sale. In February we’ll probably do something where we move a bunch of stuff to the new house, then Fred (and the cats) sleep there nights (well, the cats will be there full-time) while the spud and I sleep here. That way the spud can make her five-minute drive to school and work until she graduates, and we can recarpet this house, since the cats won’t be around to barf all over the new carpets the minute my back is turned.
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Hi Robyn – I have a question for you. I’ve read Bitchypoo a long time and I’ve been searching for something you wrote a while back. Here’s the thing — I started walking for exercise and I get a tense feeling in my shoulder blades and neck and shoulders. And I thought you had mentioned that you had that happen to you as well but I’ve looked back in your archives and can’t find anything about it. Please help me solve this mystery – was it you this happened to? Oh and don’t worry – I’m not looking for any miracle cure by Dr. Robyn – I know to see a doctor if I’m really worried – however I thought I remember you talking about some solutions or causes or something and if so I wanted to go back and read it. I was having some back pain in my thoracic spine region – mostly directly under my left shoulder blade. I switched from a regular bra to an Enell, which basically pulls your boobs back against your chest so there’s no jiggling and wiggling of the boobs, and that helped. I would also stretch while I was walking – stretching my left arm across the front of my body helped – but really, what’s helped the most is that I’ve been seeing physical therapists for about a month, and they gave me exercises, new ways to sit, and stretches, and that along with the time I took off from most all physical activity after I had my gallbladder out seems to have fixed the back pain issues.
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Didn’t I read that you had plantar fasciitis? How has it been since your weight loss? I did! And I haven’t seen hide nor hair of it in months and months. In fact, I’d completely forgotten all about it. Another happy side effect of the weight loss!
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I know you’ve looked into (or will) the possible complications of removing skin and various lifts, but have you seen The Shrinking Woman on Discovery Health? The episode about a Tennessee woman aired on Monday night, I think. Granted, she started out much larger than you ever were (over 600 lbs), but the complications and recovery of her multiple surgeries were scary. She also pushed herself, and had surgeries before allowing herself to recover fully, I think. Anyway, just be careful. (I know you will.) I haven’t seen that yet, but every so often I go through the Discovery Health programs and set up to record everything that looks interesting; I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for that! I will, of course, be careful. I think the fact that I’m pretty healthy, overall (don’t tell my liver!) will be a big plus when I’m ready to go for plastic surgery.
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Re: cats. And now it’s official. I have 6 cats in a 1300 sq. ft. home (and 2 outside cats who are slightly feral, both from an irresponsible neighbor). Have I lost my mind? We took in 3 kittens, found a home for one, and probably scared off any potential adopters of the remaining two. Sorry, I don’t apologize for screening people. Good thing I have a Dyson. So I am crazy cat lady, but not a hoarder (yet). Someone told me that you were a hoarder only if you couldn’t afford them all. Not there yet, I hope. 6 cats in a 1300 square foot home is LESS THAN one cat per 200 square feet. I think, personally, you don’t actually have ENOUGH cats. Wait. I think I don’t have enough cats, either. I think the rule of thumb (which I just completely made up) is that you need one cat per 100 square feet of housing space (you should include closets in this calculation). I think this means you need at least another six cats – and I need another (doing the math…) 19! Seriously, though, I really don’t think you become a hoarder until you can’t move through your house because there are so many cats, you can’t possibly take care of them all (I hate it when the Animal Cops discover a hoarder who has cats who are living in their own filth. Drives me NUTS. If you are unable to care for your cats properly, you need to find a new home for them.), you can’t afford to take care of them all, and you refuse to consider finding homes where people can take proper care of them. And good for you for screening the hell out of potential adopters!
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I’ve read you journal for years and have watched the spud grow from a kid into a beautiful young adult. She is gorgeous. I love both pictures but the one with her glasses on and that warm bubbly smile really is my favorite. Plus she’s lost some weight hasn’t she?
Yeah, I really love that picture of her. Her best friend went with her when she was having her picture done, and in that picture where she has the great, natural smile, her best friend was making her laugh. I don’t know if she’s so much lost weight as gotten taller, actually. But I agree – she looks good!
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You should get your results soon since the test was done in a hospital (at least that was my experience). I hope you only get good news. When do you see your GI again? Actually, the GI told me it’d probably take about two weeks, because they send the tests off to California (yeah, probably California, INDIA) to be read. I don’t have another appointment with him, but he’s going to call when he gets the test results and let me know what they found out.
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Maddy is adorable. So tiny! How hard will it be to let this one go, Robyn? and how in the hell are you going to give that baby up after you have bottle fed her? Yikes! She’s too cute and I’m a sucker. But then again, so are you! I’m absolutely going to have to suck it up and let her go, because if I don’t? There is NO WAY Fred will ever let me foster again. I’m sure it’ll be hard – it was hard as hell with the other fosters – but knowing that she’s going to go to a good home helps a lot.
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Aww, poor kitty! How did she ever get seperated from her momma and siblings? I don’t know what her story is yet – I need to ask the shelter manager!
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I’ve been meaning to ask you since you are moving out to the farm, do you guys think you will ever try a dog again? I remember when you guys adopted one, but then it tried to bite Fred or something. Can’t remember exactly. If you do, I would suggest a basset hound. They are the BEST dogs and wouldn’t dream of biting a person. They could even hunt rabbits for you. The dog we adopted several years ago didn’t work out because she was pretty aggressive toward the spud and I and just flat-out wouldn’t listen to anyone but Fred. The final straw came the day Fred and the spud were out in the back yard, and the dog pretty much went out of her way to run over the spud, knocking her back and putting a gash on her forehead. Honestly, we’ve talked about having a dog when we move into the new house – it just seems like a farm needs a dog, y’know? – but when it comes down to it, we really aren’t dog people. Nothing personal to dog people – I like pictures of dogs, I like your dog stories, but as far as wanting one of my own? Not so much.
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do you knit? I don’t, and I’ve thought about taking it up, but I did knit for a bit when I was a teenager, and it kind of made me twitchy, so just thinking of taking it up makes me twitchy. In fact, thinking of all the damage the fucking cats would do when they discovered my yarn stash (AND YOU KNOW THEY WOULD) makes me twitchy. Besides, I’d take up quilting before I’d take up knitting, because I can always use more quilts! Maybe I’ll take up knitting in my old age when I’ve learned patience.
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There’s quite a discrepancy in that hospital bill, who paid the rest of it? You: $150, insurance $3K+, leaves a little over $19K left. Factoring in that I’m more than a half a moron when it comes to this insurance business not having had it most of my life. The hospital writes off that $19,000. Basically they say to the insurance company “This is what we’re charging” and the insurance company says “Too bad. We’re only paying this much.” and the hospital says “Um. Okay! We’ll just go harass some uninsured people and make them pay the total amount they owe us. For you, since you’re a big insurance company and we want the business of the people you insure, we’ll just pretend we didn’t need that entire amount anyway. Mmm’kay?”
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Just in case you don’t know, (and what makes it all the more poignant) is that Tiffanie DeBartolo based Jacob Grace on Jeff Buckley. I did NOT know that (or if I found out about it after I read the book, I’ve since forgotten and it’s all new to me!) and I’m surprised I didn’t. I LOVE Jeff Buckley’s music.
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I can’t believe it’s Friday, and I haven’t written about what we did last Saturday, yet, and put up the pictures. I guess this has been a kind of busy week for me, what with the hating on the floor guy and sitting around waiting for him to never show up and bringing home a bitty baby kitten. Anyway, we left the house early last Saturday because we wanted to visit some tractor stores and get prices and flyers and maybe sit on a few tractors, so Fred could dither back and forth about which one he wanted to buy and fret about how expensive they are and all that. We ended up visiting three different tractor stores. We visited the Massey-Ferguson tractor store first, and I snapped a few pictures.
DSC01154 Old blue tractor. I think it’s purty. DSC01158 Whenever Fred sees a big-ass tractor like this, he always says “Now, THAT is what we need!” I ought to rent one and park it in the driveway at the new house and tell him I bought it for him, just to freak him out.
There were no animals at the Massey-Ferguson store. I count that as a strike against Massey-Ferguson, personally. Next, we went to the Kubota store.
DSC01160 “Lady, please. Don’t make me rip out your throat. I have a store to protect and a fuzzy blue bed to keep warm.”
One cute little (but not terribly friendly) dachsund in the Kubota store – that’s a plus in the Kubota column, as far as I’m concerned. Next, we went to the Agco store. We went out to look at the tractors and I said “Get on the tractor and let me take your picture!” He wouldn’t, so I gave him the camera and told him to take my picture.
Dsc01162 He interpreted “Take my picture” to mean “Wait until I look as dorky as humanly possible, then snap my picture, please. Oh, and if I’m in the middle of a blink, so much the better!” Dsc01166 “Lady, please. Don’t make me rip out your throat. I have a store to protect.” Dsc01167 “Shit. Did she believe me? I don’t remember how to rip throats out. Pull, then bite? No, that doesn’t make sense. Bite, then pull, then what? Am I supposed to eat the throat I rip out? Do I spit it out and then pee on it? Crap. If I don’t look at her, she’ll think I’m mysterious and scary. Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look.” DSC01168 “Hello. You got food for me?” Dsc01169 A Tommy lookalike greeted us as we left the Agco store.
That’s three animals at the Agco store. Three checks in the Agco column, as far as I’m concerned. But I get no say in the purchase of the tractor, so Fred will probably decide on the no-animals-having Massey-Ferguson. Bastard. From the last tractor store, we had to drive back into Madison. The owner had planned to leave us a key to the new house in our Super Sekrit Hiding Spot, but she hadn’t had a chance, so she sent the key to work with her husband, who works in Madison. So we went to his place of business to pick up the key, and I sat in the car and watched Fred chat it up with him. I’d thought to bring a book with me, but naturally it was way in the back of the car, and I kept thinking Fred was going to come out annnnnny minute now, so I didn’t go back and get the book. Fred finally came out, and we headed to the house. There was, honestly, not anything we needed to do at the house. We just wanted to walk through it and hang out in it for a little while and look over the land. Fred wanted to check out the attic, so we swung by home to pick up a flashlight. At the house, we walked through again (I asked Fred to toss the dead mouse in the laundry room out into the yard, because it was bugging me), and then we went out to the pond to see Mister Duck, and Fred tossed some poultry feed out to him.
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On a side note, Fred actually had the idea to go to a Trade Days this weekend and get Mister Duck a girlfriend. When he called the owner to find out if they planned to leave Mister Duck at the house, he heard the sad news that something had killed Mister Duck on Saturday. Rest in peace, Mister Duck. So after the duck had been fed Fred went into the house to poke around in the attic, and I walked around the back yard and took a few pictures.
DSC01182 One of the numerous pecan trees in the back yard. I think it’s gorgeous – I love big old trees. Dsc01192 Red maple. It’s looking a little rough due to our dry summer, but hopefully it’ll recover nicely this fall and winter.
I was sitting on the back steps when I heard Fred call me from upstairs. “What?” I said. “Come up here,” he said in that special you’ll-want-to-see-this tone. I went inside and up the stairs. He was standing outside the bathroom. When he saw me, he gestured for me to walk into the bathroom. “What?” I said, walking into the bathroom. He pointed at the toilet, and I walked over, half expecting to see a dead mouse floating around. It wasn’t a mouse, and it wasn’t dead.
DSC01183 The Southern North American Toilet Frog.
“Is it real?” I said, peering down at it. The picture doesn’t do justice to just how bright green the frog was. “It is.” “And he was just sitting there when you walked into the bathroom?” I asked. “I walked into the bathroom and lifted up the toilet seat, and he was sitting there.” “The toilet seat was DOWN?” “Yes.” “How the hell did it get in there?” “I imagine it swam up the pipes.” I regarded the frog. It regarded me back. “I sure am glad this isn’t MY toilet,” I said. “And I hope the spud doesn’t come screaming bare-assed down the stairs one day with a bright green frog stuck to her ass.” “I second that,” Fred said. “Are you going to take it out back?” “Yeah, I just wanted you to see it.” Fred leaned down to pick up the frog. He had it in his hand and was starting to stand up when, with an almost audible ::SPROINNNNNNG:: the frog leapt out of his hand, hit the wall, and stuck there.
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“I don’t think he wants to go,” I said. “Well, we can’t leave him in here. He’ll starve!” “Can’t he swim back down the pipes?” “Maybe. Maybe not. Frogs aren’t known for their overwhelming brilliance.” Fred leaned down and reached for the frog. He shifted position and eyed Fred with bright-eye malevolence. “He’s going to end up stuck to your face,” I predicted. Fred looked around the bathroom, then picked up a toilet brush and poked at the frog with it. The frog blinked, considered, and decided that a toilet brush would be a fine place to sit.
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Fred carried the Toilet Frog down to the pond and left him near the water. Hopefully whatever got the duck didn’t get the frog as well. Or maybe the FROG got the duck! I’m sure if the frog ::SPROINNNNNG::-ed onto the duck’s face, the duck would have dropped dead from a heart attack.
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Maddy’s doing well – she actually stopped sneezing, so maybe it was a matter of just being in a new environment that was making her sneeze, I don’t know. I was a little worried because I didn’t get a poo from her yesterday, but then she gave one up this afternoon, so I’m happy. I never thought a little poo would make me so happy. Maddy isn’t to the “playful” stage yet, but she does like to play a game. When she’s done eating and peeing, she wants me to put her down. Then she wants to tunnel somewhere. If I don’t use a baby blanket to make her a tunnel, she’ll butt her little head against my leg until I lift it or she’s able to tunnel underneath. Most of the time I make a tunnel for her out of a baby blanket, and she goes through it, then is SO proud of herself she has to flop over for a belly rub. It’s excruciatingly cute. All of today’s uploaded pictures are hither. Also, for those of you who requested Maddy movies, there are two. In the first, Maddy sniffs around and then meows her little meow. In the second, she’s just crawling around. Neither movie is all that great – I need to take the movie camera upstairs – but you get an idea of the cuteness that is Maddy. YouTube link. YouTube link.    
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Reader yawny cat pics! This is Zoey. She belongs to reader Hulda in Indiana. I love the attitude she’s got going on. Hulda’s Zoey again. I swear, when I first glanced at the picture, between the black cat, the red collar and the cat chewing on something it shouldn’t, I thought it was Tommy! What a cutie pie. Leo the mighty lion roars! Leo belongs to Hulda’s mother, who lives in Iceland. Leo again. Now THAT is a hard-sleeping cat. Leo’s sister, Krista. I love how sweet and soft she looks. Thanks for sharing, Hulda! The rest of you – keep ’em coming!
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Previously 2005: Maybe I just like to bitch, y’think? 2004: Waiting for Ivan. 2003: No more Benifer. How sad. 2002: No entry. 2001: No entry. 2000: Speaking of N Sync – that Lance Bass is a cutie, but I get the distinct feeling that although the lights are on, no one’s home. ]]>

9/14/06

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Crockpot Swiss Chicken has quickly become one of our favorite recipes around here. I think I’ve made it once a week almost every week since we tried it the first time. You just can’t beat swiss cheese and chicken. What’s funny is that I don’t usually care for swiss cheese at all, but in this recipe I just can’t get enough of it. We also had crustless quiche the other night, and as we were talking about the things we could add to it (peppers, mushrooms, ham), I said “Next year we could have a vegetable quiche, and everything in it would come directly from our chickens and our gardens!”
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Book meme, stolen from Elizalou. 1. A book that changed your life. I really have to say that the first time I read Carrie – which was my very first adult novel – I realized that there was a whole different world of books out there than the Little House books (which, by the way, I still adore). I don’t think I actually “discovered” young adult fiction until after I’d read Carrie (my brother was a senior in high school, which would have made me… 11 or 12), and if I’d read something like The Pigman, I think my approach to adult novels might have happened in a completely different way. 2. A book you’ve read more than once. The Stand. I just love the hell out of that book. Also, Swan Song. The first time I tried reading it, I gave up after 50 pages. The second time I tried reading it, I couldn’t put it down. 3. A book you’d want on a desert island. Oddly enough, the Bible. I’ve never read the whole thing, and I hear tell there’s lots of sex, murder and intrigue in the book. 4. A book that made you giddy. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time. I swear to god, when I read the sentence “I can’t do chatting.”, chills went up my spine. It’s an utterly charming book that I suddenly feel the need to read again. 5. A book you wish had been written. I wish Andrew Vachss and Lee Childs would team up. Burke and Reacher together would kick ASS. 6. A book that wracked you with sobs. God-Shaped Hole. I wrote this about it back in 2003: All this to tell you that yesterday I was reading God-Shaped Hole, a book that I foolishly thought was going to be of the light-hearted Zany Chick variety. What happens at the end is made clear from the beginning, and it happens even though you don’t want it to, and even though you hope against hope that it won’t. I was a few pages from the end (and hoping against hope for a resurrection) when I read the line But Joanna wouldn’t understand the incredulity of my grief. And I burst into tears. Even just thinking about it makes me tear up, and I have no idea why. I have no clue why that one line affected me so strongly, maybe because it sounds like the truest thing I’ve ever read. the incredulity of my grief And it still makes me tear up. 7. A book you wish had never been written. We Were the Mulvaneys. I hate that fucking book. Maneater was pretty useless, too – I had to give up after about 50 pages because it was so flat-out uninteresting. 8. A book you are currently reading. A Spot of Bother, by Mark Haddon, author of The Curious Incident. The moment I read the part on the flyleaf that said The Halls do not approve of Ray, for vague reasons summed up by their son Jamie’s observation that Ray has “strangler’s hands.” and snickered out loud, I knew I was going to like it. And so far, so good! 9. A book you’ve been meaning to read. I literally cannot lay on my bed, on my right side, and look at the bookcase in my bedroom, stuffed with books. There are SO MANY books and SO LITTLE time, that it just stresses me out, because I lay there and realize I have this book or that book or the other, and haven’t read it, and WANT to read it. I need to become a bed person so I can do nothing but read all day, every day. 10. Tag 10. Consider yourself tagged – and if you do this meme, leave a link to it in my comments.
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On the Maddy front (yeah, I guess that’s going to be her name. I think it suits her.), things are going well. Yesterday evening I was worried enough to call the shelter and talk to the manager, because the first three feedings I gave Maddy, she ate about 2 tablespoons of kitten formula. The next two feedings, she ate about 1 tablespoon at each feeding, then just wouldn’t take the bottle, but she’d lay there and howl. I couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on, but was assured by the shelter manager that they’ll eat more sometimes than they do others. Since she was pretty active, pretty vocal, and was peeing well (and had a bowel movement! Yay!), then I should just keep an eye on her weight and make sure she wasn’t losing. I had heard her sneeze several times, though, and the shelter manager – okay, it’s time to give the shelter manager a name since typing “shelter manager” is annoying me. Let’s call her Susan, shall we? – told me that if she kept sneezing to call back, and she’d have someone run some amoxicillin down to the pet store for me to pick up. When Maddy had a sneezing fit around 8, I called Susan back and told her I thought we’d need some amoxicillin. At her 9:00 feeding, Maddy only ate a tablespoon of formula, but she was peeing well and she seemed interested in crawling around, so I made a little playpen of my legs and let her explore. This morning when I opened the carrier to feed Maddy, she heard my voice and came out of the carrier directly to me, as fast as she could. I got her to eat one and a half tablespoons, then burped her and let her explore, and then went to get a washcloth to clean the formula off her face. She squawked while I did that, then started climbing on me, making sucking noises. I gave her the bottle, and she sucked down the other half a tablespoon of formula and seemed content. So she’s had a bowel movement – that makes me feel SO much better, you have no idea. I bet it makes HER feel better, too. Ha! – and she’s also purred several times. I feel like I read somewhere that orphans start purring earlier than kittens who are kept with their mothers, but I also seem to recall that the first batch of fosters we had, the kittens were purring when we got them, and they weren’t much older than Maddy is. Anyway. I know y’all just come here for the pictures, so let’s get to it! Maddy sadly contemplates the vast expanse of my thigh. How will she ever cross it and reach freedom?! She always looks amazed by just about everything. Maddy frantically eats, while sinking her needle-sharp claws into my hand. Those things HURT. Mister Boogers growls from the doorway. I can guarantee you that if Maddy took one step in his direction, he’d run away like the great big wimp he is. I actually made a short movie of Mister Boogers making a jerk out of himself, growling at the tiny baby kitten. You’ll have to turn the sound up – you’ll hear Maddy meowing, and then the unearthly growl that is Mister Boogers. YouTube link.
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What a cute baby. I’m not a cat person myself and I feel us dog lovers are being discriminated against! 😉 Can we send some dog yawning pictures in? But of course! Hell, I’ll open it up to any yawning animal at all. Cats, dogs, ferrets, mice, birds, whatever – send ’em in!
This is Shelly’s cat Piglet. Shelly says, Her hair is so short b/c it’s her summer haircut (which she LOVES) b/c not only is she a piggy eater, she is Pigpen dirty too. And she CLAIMS it’s a yawn, but I don’t know. That kind of looks like a “Come closer and I’ll CHEW YOUR FACE OFF!” look to me. Okay, so possibly Sunny isn’t yawning – but obviously he’s thinking about it. Sunny’s momma, Sandy, says His name is Sunny, a/k/a Mommy’s little fat boy, and the toy on his back we call Pookie. We have two other cats, Ollie (who is a total camera whore) and Rascal (pretty old and doesn’t want to be bothered). Oh, how I love the orange kitties! This is Jill’s Toonces. Jill says, Toonces is such a “Diva Cat”. I have a group of three pictures which include this one I’m sending you in a picture frame on the wall in my office. People always comment on her pictures and the cat lovers who see these really enjoy them and it sparks a lot of conversations about their cats, too. Needless to say, her pics are quite the conversation starters! I love this picture – not only does it look like it was professionally done in a studio and everything, but also Toonces apparently yawned so hard her pupils popped right out and rolled across the floor. (Jill, I LOVE that you named your cat Toonces!)
Thanks for sharing, Shelly, Sandy, and Jill! The rest of you – keep ’em coming!
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Dsc01230 Mister Boogers hates you.
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Previously 2005: For the record, there’s a big fucking difference between pranking someone and just being an asshole. 2004: Like, so world-weary, like “I can’t be bothered to sign ‘love’, because it sounds so warm, I need something COLDER, so I’ll just scrawl ‘as ever’”. 2003: No entry. 2002: No entry. 2001: No entry. 2000: No entry.]]>

9/13/06

this address. And change your bookmarks!

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I had physical therapy yesterday morning for the first time since surgery. The physical therapist asked about my pain – I’m having NO pain in my back at all, yay! – and looked at my back, and told me that my back is looking MUCH better. So much better, in fact, that I’m going again in two weeks, and then another two weeks after that – assuming the pain doesn’t suddenly reappear – I’ll probably be discharged as a PT patient. I’ve gotta say, I’m going to miss the back massages. I might even have to suck it up and start getting regular massages. Or maybe I’ll just talk about it and never do it!
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To my UTTER shock and amazement, the motherfucking floor guy didn’t show up yesterday at all. When Fred called him a little before 9:00, he told Fred to give him “An hour and some change” and he’d have his “demo guy” come out to start the job, then his “floor guy” come out to finish the job. At noon, I had to get up and leave the house, because sitting around waiting for Bungholio to show up would just stress me out. So I went to Target, where I couldn’t find anything I went to look for, OF COURSE, then I went to Shoe Carnival, where I couldn’t find any shoes that I liked at ALL, then I went to Publix, where I bought a chef salad for lunch, and while I was standing in the nut aisle pondering soy nuts (soy is something I need to not eat too much of, since it can mess with my thyroid, but limited amounts are okay, and I was in the mood for something crunchy and salty, but all they had were these HUGE bags of soy nuts, and that wasn’t what I wanted) Fred called me. “Oh, you won’t believe this,” he said. “What?” “I just tried to call him again, and there was no answer. Then like two minutes later the phone rings, and it’s his cell phone. It was his wife, trying to sound like she’d just woken up, and she said that he was out getting medication for her.” “Oooookay…” I said. “She said that her mother died, and he’s been helping her deal with it, so – get this – she hopes I won’t hold it against him if he can’t get the job done today.” “Oh! Her mother died!” I said, too loudly. “Well. Isn’t that CONVENIENT?” Isn’t it strange how when people want to get out of doing something and don’t want you to be pissed off at them, a family member conveniently dies? “I just kept saying ‘When do you think he could call me?'” Fred said. “And she finally said that he might be able to give me a call tonight.” After spending a little more time fuming, Fred went into the bathroom and did what he should have done from the beginning. But I’m going to let him tell that story.
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While I was in Maine, the manager of the cat shelter I volunteer for sent out a couple of emails looking for foster homes for various and sundry kittens. Since I was in Maine and because Fred’s a party pooper, obviously I couldn’t take any of the kittens. I emailed the shelter manager to let her know I was in Maine, but as soon as I got back I’d be ready to take in fosters. When we adopted Sugarbutt and Tom Cullen last year, Fred’s first caveat was that we never foster again, but I talked him down from that and in the end we agreed that we wouldn’t foster again until the boys were “older.” Their first birthday came and went (at the end of June), but I knew that I was going to be leaving for Maine in a few weeks, so I put it off. When I got back from Maine, first we thought I had hepatitis and then I was so worn out I couldn’t think of doing anything, and then there was the gallbladder surgery, and then this past weekend I was looking at some old entries of mine, with pictures of the first batch of foster kittens we had, and I got the yearning. Monday evening I emailed the shelter manager to let her know I was ready to foster if she had any kittens in need of some fostering. She emailed me back and said “Thanks, but all I’ve got is a 3 week-old bottle-fed baby.” My response? “Gimme!” (Actually what I said was “I’ll take him, if you don’t mind worried phone calls for the first few days!” And then I didn’t hear back from her, and I thought, Well, maybe she likes taking care of the kitten herself and I thought about emailing her and saying “Keep me in mind if you get any cats in who need fostering!”, but I decided that perhaps she doesn’t sit in front of her computer all freakin’ day long like I do, and I decided to give her a call at a later point. Then yesterday afternoon I was sitting in front of my computer when the phone rang. It was the shelter manager, and she asked if I was serious about wanting to take the bottle-fed kitten. You bet I was. We haven’t named her yet, but for the time being I’m calling her Maddy (it’s one of the names Fred and I came up with last night, along with Sara Laughs, Sara Tidwell, Misery Chastain, and Mirabelle). She’s about 2 1/2 weeks old, and she’s ADORABLE. Of course, how can a kitten that age NOT be adorable, I ask you? Not only is she bottle-fed, she’s also not at the point yet where she can go to the bathroom on her own – won’t be for a couple of weeks, I think – so I have to wipe her to stimulate things in that area. So far I’ve fed her twice – late last night and again this morning (I don’t have to get up in the middle of the night to feed her) and she eats like a champ and pees like a champ, but as of yet, there’s been no poop. I’ll feel better when there’s been a bowel movement; at least I’ll know I’m doing everything right. The other cats are freaked OUT, especially Sugarbutt, who was a bit clingy last night. Mister Boogers likes to think he’s a total tough guy, but when I’m in the cat room feeding the kitten I leave the door open and what does Mister Boogers do? Sits six feet away and growls. Not close enough that the terrifying 10-ounce kitten could actually GET to him or anything, but he feels like he’s defending his territory, I guess, and that’s good enough for him. Okay, enough blather. On to a few pictures! Does the cuteness KILL YOU? Because it oughta. Full belly, empty bladder, happy baby. All of the pictures I’ve uploaded today can be seen here.
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Reader yawny cat pics! (Don’t forget to send yours in if you haven’t already!)
This is Robin’s pretty Mango, who is apparently wearing a Disney Princess hat, which isn’t in the picture. I think we should all buy Disney Princess hats for our cats. I know Mister Boogers would look smashing! This is the beautiful Gracie, who belongs to Dana. Dana’s Karpuz (who looks less like s/he is yawning than complaining about something. Hee!) And Dana’s gorgeous Shadow. I love checking out Dana’s Flickr site, there’s always a cat pic or two to admire.
Thanks for sharing your pics, Dana and Robin!
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Previously 2005: let’s just say I am NOT very fond of Robyn v. 2002 right now. 2004: My mother hung up the phone and said “If she wanted closure so bad, maybe she should have shown up at the nursing home to see her!” 2003: No entry. 2002: I think he has a camera hidden somewhere in the bathroom, and when I’m in the shower, an alarm goes off and tells him to call me immediately. 2001: Time to go cold turkey, Deb… 2000: WHEN WILL THE SUFFERING END???]]>

9/12/06

* * * Let me state right up front, for the record, that I DO NOT LIKE this asshole who’s SUPPOSEDLY replacing the floor in our bathroom (“supposedly” = 8:30, and he’s not here. I fully expect that he will not show up at all.). From the fact that he showed up four hours after he said he would to give us an initial estimate, to the fact that he’s a CHATTER, to the fact that he has the most annoying laugh god has seen fit to put on this here planet, to the fact that when he called on Friday to find out where we were DESPITE the fact that he had been to our house and I had to give him the same goddamn fucking directions FOUR TIME (he was dropping off the wood for the floor), to the fact that he told Fred that the wood “should have” cost $115 but he got a deal on it and got it for $80 (this after he told Fred on Monday that the wood would cost $70), to the fact that I think he is WILDLY overcharging us, to the fact that he was originally going to do the work on Monday, oh did I say Monday? I’ll start taking up the old floor on Monday, no wait, I’ll do it TUESDAY, there is not one solid thing about the man that I don’t loathe and detest. I worked on Fred for the ENTIRE weekend, trying to convince him that he should ask his father to come over and the two of them could lay down the new floor (after all, is Fred not a kick-ass handyman? I think he is!) and save us many hundreds of dollars, but Fred was unwilling to be an ass and do that, then call up the floor guy and be all “Since you’re so busy, we went right ahead and did it. I’ll send you a check for the supplies and a bit for your time, mm’kay. Buh-bye.” I just couldn’t convince him to do it. Fucker. Once this fucking job is done, I will write that piece of shit asshole a check and I will be so thrilled to see the ass end of him that I will most likely do the goddamn Cabbage Patch as he goes down the driveway. And I’m sure he sees “SUCKAH” written on our foreheads, but I’ll get my ultimate revenge in the fact that we’re seriously talking about having the floors in the new house professionally redone – but NOT by him. HA.

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Speaking of being vastly overcharged for something, can I say that it is absolute bullshit how much money I ended up spending on the spud’s senior portraits? What I really should have done is to not buy any portraits from the “official school photographer” (such bullshit – when I was a senior in high school, we went to whatever photographer we damn well wanted to go to), and instead gone to Sears, who I am quite certain would happily drape her in a black cape and take some pictures of her for NOT $30 a 5×7. Considering that Shutterfly will print out a 5×7 for a buck, I sense I’m being royally fucking screwed over by the goddamn advantage-taking photographer. Who’s probably lighting his cigars with $100 bills as he drives around in his limo. Anyfuckingway, these are the two that are going into the yearbook. I think they came out well, but there were actually several good pictures, which I’ll be getting in the “proof” (ie, Momma can’t afford to spend $1,000 on a goddamn senior package) size. The two below, I’m getting in various 8×10 and 5×7 sizes for various family members for Christmas.
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Now we come to the yawny reader cats section of the entry. I’ll post the pictures in the order I received them, so if you sent me pics, rest assured they’ll show up sooner or later! And send me yours if you haven’t already – I’ll put them up through September. That’s Harry on the top, Izzy on the bottom. They belong to reader Debby. Thanks for sharing, Debby! (I love the way cats’ eyes look so evil when they’re at the biggest part of a yawn. It cracks me up!)
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Previously 2005: Ants ain’t fuckin’ welcome here, if you hadn’t guessed. 2004: No entry. 2003: What above the Bumsen is up with that? 2002: It’s the front yard or bust, baby. 2001: That’s pretty much how we all felt. 2000: That’s the price of getting old, my friends.]]>

9/11/06

United 93 Friday night. It was a good movie, but we agreed that during the entire movie, right up to the final seconds, we hoped it would have a different ending. How strange is that, to think “If the plane stays in line a little longer, all flights will be grounded, and all those people will be okay…”, or hoping that they could kill the terrorists and land the plane safely, when we knew perfectly well how it would end? I can’t believe it’s been five years. I remember exactly where I was sitting (right here), what I was wearing (my exercise outfit), what I was doing (putting off exercising) when the phone rang and Fred told me to turn on the TV. I remember seeing the second plane hit and saying to Fred “Are we at war? I think we’re at war.” because one plane was an accident, but two couldn’t possibly be. I remember sitting in front of the TV all day, interspersed with running out to take as much cash out of the bank as I could, going to the grocery store to buy water and dried beans, looking at the faces of the people around me, thinking “How can they look so normal?” All last week as I linked to entries from previous years at the bottoms of my entries, I’d see my entries from 2001, and I’d think “We didn’t know. We didn’t know what was coming, we had no idea.”, and feeling sorry for we pre-9/11 Americans who could never have believed what would be happening in a matter of days. Five years. It seems like we’ve lived with the spector of those towers falling for as long as I can remember. It seems like yesterday when I sat in this chair and watched the towers fell and said to Fred, “How many people are in those buildings?” Having no concept that so many people could have fit in those towers, because I’d never seen them up close. I had no idea they were so big. I had no frame of reference.

"These acts shattered steel, but they cannot dent the steel of American resolve."
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Previously 2005: No entry. 2004: No entry. 2003 2002 2001 2000]]>

9/8/06

It’s been encouraging to see how you’ve progressed! Quick question, with all the weight loss are you having any trouble/issues with “extra” skin? Will you need to have some removed in the future? Oh yeah, there’s going to definitely be plastic surgery in my future, from a tummy tuck and boob lift (probably sometime in the fall of ’07) to (later on) loose skin removed from my upper arms and upper thighs. And I know some of you might be tempted to suggest that as time goes on the skin will “snap back”, but trust me. This skin ain’t snappin’.

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I heard some where not long ago that losing weight helps you to think more clearly. Have you found that to be the case with you? Have you noticed that maybe you aren’t as forgetful as you might have been before? I dearly, dearly, DEARLY wish that this were the case with me, that I’m suddenly all clear-minded and able to remember from one room to the next what I’d intended to do, but sadly, it’s not. I’m as fuzzy-headed and forgetful as I ever was, and at the very least, once a day I walk into a room and have to stand there for several minutes, trying to remember what I’d meant to do before getting irritated and stomping off.
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Okay, here’s my burning question…I am wondering what brand of kitty litter you use and how often you change it. And how many litter boxes do you have for 6 cats? I prefer Arm & Hammer kitty litter because it clumps a lot faster and harder than most other litters I’ve tried. We’ve tried most every other litter out there, and so far I’m liking the Arm & Hammer the most. We only have one litter box for all six cats, but it’s a huge one (and it’s set in a larger container to contain the urine that Spankythebastard likes to send over the side of the litter box). It gets cleaned out once in the morning and once in the evening, and usually once a week the old litter gets tossed, the litter box gets scrubbed out with soap and water, and it’s refilled with fresh litter. So far, it’s working well for us. Actually, I just remembered that for the last couple of weeks we’ve been using Fresh Step Scoopable litter with carbon (for odor control). It’s working pretty well as far as the odor control goes, but I think that the Arm & Hammer litter still clumps harder.
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Seeing the “yelling” pic of Mister Boogers made me think – you should have reader participation and ask for our best yawny pics of our kitties. Sounds good to me – send ’em in, folks, and I’ll post a few a day! (My email address can be found over there in the sidebar – click on “contact” to get to the “contact” page)
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Since your surgery, I know you’ve been really active, even more so than you used to be. But how about your motivation? Are you finding it easier to get up and move now that you’re so much smaller? Or do you still have to talk to yourself just as sternly about hoisting it off the couch? Most of the time I still have to think about something I need to do (ie, vacuum the living room, go upstairs to do laundry, clean the bathroom) for a while until I drive myself crazy and finally haul my ass up off the couch to go do whatever it is. Really, at the bottom, if it’s not something that impacts another living thing (ie, cleaning out the litter box, filling the bird feeders, cleaning out the bird bath, making dinner), I’ll still put it off as long as I can.
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When you guys make the big move, will you still have a fenced-in area for the kitties to enjoy? I’d be a paranoid furbaby mom and worry about them wandering free through acres of land. Also, if you have a pesticide company come out, will you be asking about pet-safe treatment sprays? Yep, we’re planning on fencing in an area in the back yard (Fred’s already done a rough drawing of how much of the back yard will be fenced in for the cats) and we’ll be letting them out during the day. Fred actually suggested installing an electric fence around the entire property and collaring all the cats until I pointed out that the fence isn’t just to contain the cats – it’s to keep them safe from predators as well. And of course it’ll only be pet-safe treatment sprays on our land.
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You mentioned in the past buying some clothes from eBay as you’ve been losing weight. I’m losing weight now too, and I’m looking into cheaper ways to fill in the wardrobe as I drop sizes. Have you been pleased with the clothes you’ve bought off eBay so far? Did you only buy New With Tags stuff or used things too? Any other hints for inexpensive clothes? So far I’ve been mostly pleased with the clothes I’ve bought off eBay. Everything’s been in pretty good shape, and I’ve bought both New With Tags stuff as well as used clothes. My only gripe is that it’s hard to know if something’s going to fit you when you’re not able to try it on ahead of time. I bought a lot of several pairs of jeans a few months ago, all of them the same size, and some of them fit and some of them didn’t – which I guess is really just the chance you take when you buy clothes on eBay. My only suggestion (and this is something that was suggested to me, or I never would have thought of it) is to search on the size clothing you’re looking for, along with “lot”, so you’ll be looking at auctions for more than one piece of clothing.
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i know you’ve probably said why before, but my parents are considering replacing the (old-ass) linoleum on their kitchen floor: why do you hate your stone floor? I hate our stone floor mostly because of the color – it’s lighter than I’d like – and because one of the tiles got cracked when we were moving in, and the crack has moved across the floor in the past five years, following the grout between the tiles. Also, it’s really hard to get the grout between the tiles really clean, so that in some parts of our kitchen/ eating area, the grout is a dark gray, and in other parts it’s a lighter gray. I would have liked to rip up the stone tiles and replace it with a decent (and easier-to-clean) linoleum, but at this point that would be a dumb move, since we’ll be putting the house up for sale in about six months.
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when my cat has a bird and won’t let go just hold their scruff firmly get up close and blow hard right up their nose! Sounds weird but they let go right away… works every time! But… then the bird is free, and will fly directly into your face!
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I am re-discovering my Maine roots (genealogically speaking) and discovered a whole bunch ‘o distant relatives in Aroostock County, in the Weston area. Have you ever been that far north in Maine? I guess since I do not hunt, nor fish, nor snowmobile, there is not much reason for me to visit, eh? I asked if there was a nice hotel anywhere nearby, and you could have heard the laughter all the way to Alabama, I swear! I’m 99.99% sure that when we lived in Loring AFB, it was located in Aroostock County. We lived there for two years – 1977 – 1978, I think – and in fact, the high school kids in the area would start school back in the middle of the summer, then get time off (a couple of weeks or a month) in early Fall so that they could work picking potatoes in Aroostock County. I know Tracy worked in the potato fields, and Randy might have, as well. But, yeah – there’s not a whole lot up there!
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When you’re PMSing, do you cry over Century 21 commercials? When I’m PMSing, I cry over EVERYTHING, and I’m not exaggerating at all. I’m a great big crybaby, and sad commercials get to me, sad songs get to me, happy songs get to me, Sex and the City gets to me. It doesn’t take much to make the PMSing Bitchypoo get seriously teary-eyed.
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That little cat had 8 kittens? Did I count right? It looks like there are 8. Really cute pic of the hungry baby. What kind of fish, other aquatic animals are you planning on putting into the pond? My ex-husband’s aunt had a koi fish pond w/ frogs and lillypads. It was really neat looking, with a little waterfall in the back of the pond to help w/ putting oxygen into the water for the fish. Yep, that little cat had 8 kittens. Dsc00813 Dsc00808 Hard to believe, isn’t it? As far as what exactly will be going into the pond, I’m not sure. I know there’ll be catfish and bass going into the pond, and according to Fred’s stepfather, we’ll be ending up with carp whether we want them or not. I hadn’t thought about frogs in the pond, but I wouldn’t be against having some frogs in the pond. There’ll definitely need to be some kind of aeration system (I’ve heard there are solar-run aeration systems you can put in the pond) so the water doesn’t get nasty. I’ve actually suggested to Fred that we put a koi pond in the back yard, because I think that would be kind of neat. Until Tommy went fishing and brought in a present for me, that is.
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Have you thought about getting ducks if you’re going to have a pond? They’re so cute swimming about, and usually friendlier than chickens, or so I’ve heard! Oh, we’re definitely planning to have at least a few ducks. We’ve talked about raising ducks for their eggs (rumor has it that duck eggs are even better than chicken eggs, but I’ve never tried one myself), but even if we just had them as pets, that’d be okay, too. There’s nothing Fred likes more than to see a duck waddling around making bitchy little quacking sounds.
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Who gets to clean the chicken coop? We’ll be taking turns with that, I think. Maybe we could switch weeks – one week I do the litter boxes and Fred cleans the chicken coop, the next we switch!
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Robyn, I have to tell you – chickens are so damned GROSS. We had chickens for years growing up, and they STINK STINK STINK. Plus, they’re very ungrateful. Hee – the idea of expecting gratitude from chickens has me laughing my ass off. All animals are ugrateful, aren’t they? Mister Boogers never thanks me when I clean out the litter box or feed him, after all. Heh!
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Quick question about the house. It looked like there were some vents in the celing in some of the hallways or rooms. Are the vents in the floor or ceilings? All the air and heating vents are in the floors. There is one vent in the ceiling of the dining room/ floor of the guest bedroom that appears to be there just to let the air flow between the rooms. If you stand in the dining room, you can see up into the guest bedroom, so once we get that made into the guest bedroom (at first, it’s going to be the foster kittens room, until we get the bonus room over the garage finished), we may need to cover it up so that no one accidentally catches sight of my parents wandering around the guest bedroom naked.
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Putting up a fence and using the cats collars to keep them inside will take care of them. But have you considered that in the country you’ll also need to make sure animals such as raccoons and possums don’t climb over or dig under the fence to visit the new neighbors? Fred has mentioned perhaps putting up an electric fence outside the perimeter of the fence in the back yard, because I reallllly don’t want to see any possums in the house, and I ESPECIALLY don’t want to see a raccoon racing through the house. We are only planning on letting the cats out in the yard during the daytime, though, and if I recall correctly raccoons and possums are nocturnal animals. Maybe having the cats inside at night will cut down on the possibility of having raccoons and possums in the house – or am I being naive?
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Those kittens are adorable. Do they convey? I actually had to ask Fred what “convey” might mean in this case. I learn something new every day! The kittens have gone to a new home with the people who are selling us the house, so in this case, they don’t convey. But the owner did say that if she couldn’t find homes for all the kittens, she’d give us a call (we mentioned that perhaps we could foster them for the shelter if she couldn’t find homes for them).
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How do you choose the “previously” quotes at the bottom of your page? Do you keep the same ones year after year, or do you mix them up? They’re pretty random – I usually go to the old entry and scan down the page until I find a line that catches my eye. Often I end up using the same quotes from year to year, though it isn’t on purpose.
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* Are Debbie and Tracy willing to have you share the links to their online journals? I doubt that they would, but even if they would, I wouldn’t want to share the links. Tracy’s journal is far more personal and private than mine is, and I’d hate to send an influx of strangers over there. * Which brother just moved back to Maine, and whose the brother whose wife had the WLS? Tracy just moved back to Maine, and it was Tracy’s wife who had weight loss surgery a few years ago. * How do you react when you come across people (like the ones whose house you just bought, for example), who do not spay and neuter their cats, let them have litters of kittens, get them declawed, etc.? I’m assuming you don’t agree with these practices (?), and I don’t either, but sometimes it’s hard for me to figure out whether I should speak up or just bite my tongue. For example, I catch, neuter, release and feed feral cats in my neighborhood, and recently I caught one that was obviously a pet–friendly and purring, let me pet him, etc., but very neglected (fleas, ear mites, long claws). I tracked down his owner who informed me that he “likes to live outside with the ferals and the raccoons.” She then informed me that they were moving soon and asked if I wanted a cat. We already have two cats and two dogs, so I don’t need or want another cat, but I had a difficult time deciding whether I should confront her about her cat’s condition, and whether I should offer to help her (through the local cat rescue that I work with) find a new owner for her cat. What do you do in situations like these? Do you feel a moral obligation to speak up on the animal’s behalf, or is it better to keep the peace? It’s really hard to know what to do in that case – because on the one hand I really want to say something like “Oh. Will you be having your cat – who has already had two litters of kittens – spayed? I notice you’re having a hard time finding homes for all those kittens. Wouldn’t you be happier if you didn’t have to find homes every year?”, but on the other hand, I think that most owners with unspayed/ unneutered cats KNOW that it would be the responsible thing to do, to have their cats fixed. I know that the owner of the house we’re buying said that she needed to have her cat spayed – and she clearly felt a bit guilty about the fact that she hadn’t. Once we’re in the house, should unspayed/ unneutered cats start showing up to hang around the house, I will have NO PROBLEM catching them, having them fixed, and releasing them. If it seems clear that their owners have abandoned them and they have no place to call home, I’d happily work with our no-kill shelter to find them a home. If I were in your place and a neighbor said they’d be moving soon and asked if I wanted another cat, chances are good I’d just tell them I’d take the cats, then work with the rescue to find the cat a new home. Clearly the neighbors don’t have that cat’s best interest at heart, and I think all cats deserve to have homes where they’re loved and appreciated. On a side note – y’all remember when I put up some pictures of the cats who lived in my sister’s apartment complex, and asked if anyone was interested in adopting them? Well, the jackasses who owned the cats moved – and left the cats behind. My sister belongs to a local Freecycle mailing list, and ended up sending out an email asking if anyone would be interested in adopting them – and it seems that she’s found a home for them. Yay!
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I was reading MSN’s Emmy predictions today and saw this: “though it sometimes feels like the same-o, same-o two-step.” ARGH! Made me think of you. You’d think a professional news organization would have caught that one!
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I was wondering what Spud is doing after you move? Is she going to college or traveling? Is her dad coming to her high school graduation? She’ll be moving with us – the college she’s planning on attending (at least, I think she’s planning on attending it – there was a point where she was thinking about attending college in Rhode Island and living with her father, but she hasn’t mentioned that recently) is less than ten minutes from the new house, which makes it kind of convenient. I don’t know if her father will be attending her high school graduation – nothing’s been mentioned about it at this point.
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I am glad to hear that everything went well! Here’s hoping that your liver is okay and just biled up! Fortunately, you don’t seem to have any bad habits, except for Fred, anyway (and Fred has been proven to be be beneficial to livers, I am told.) I think that “Proven to be beneficial to livers” should be Fred’s new tagline. Hee!
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Did they say that they found gallstones when they took the gallbladder out? They didn’t find gallstones, actually, but said that my gallbladder was “inflamed, sludgy and sandy.” Which doesn’t sound like a good thing!
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Has anyone suggested that the gas and shoulder pain was due to helium, which they pump in you so that they can move organs around during laparoscopic procedures? The shoulder pain is quite intense as the gas is caught in your body. Several people mentioned this after I talked about the shoulder pain. The weird thing is that it was always the same shoulder that hurt – and the shoulder hurt more than anything – and it would hurt no matter what position I was in. I can’t say that I miss that shoulder pain at ALL, and if my shoulder never hurts like that again, I’ll be happy camper!
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I read where 1/3 of all patients who have gastric bypass surgery develop gallstones and should take supplemental bile salts for the first 6 months after surgery. Did you hear about that? and if you did, did you take bile salts? I had heard that some number of gastric bypass patients end up needing to have their gallstones out, but I hadn’t heard of supplemental bile salts. I wish I had!
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A potential new tagline: Bitchypoo: A sandy, sludgy and inflamed place since 1999 That tagline, along with an angry-looking cartoon gallbladder, would be perfect!
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Have you guys considered getting a ride on lawnmower? We’re planning on getting a tractor with a mower attachment for the back part of the property, and a riding lawnmower for the area around the house. I’ll be responsible for the area around the house, so hopefully we’ll get a riding lawnmower that isn’t too hard to use!
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How about pygmy goats? I’ve always wanted one as a pet, but I live inside the city limits. Ever since the day a few years ago when we visited the roadside petting zoo with bitty pygmy goats, I’ve wanted to have pygmy goats. I don’t appear to be having any luck convincing Fred though, unfortunately.
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Warning: Possible Rescue Me spoilers in this section; skip to the next if you haven’t seen the Season 3 finale. So, do you think Tommy goes to the great ladder in the sky and makes his presence as a ghost next season? There is a next season, btw, starts filming in Jan. ’07. I bet Tommy’s going to end up dragged out of the burning house at the very last moment and Janet will end up nursing him back to health. That Sheila is a crazy-ass bitch. I can’t STAND her. I don’t see why Jimmy’s ghost is so damn devoted to the crazy bitch, personally.
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do you really have stalkers? you have mentioned it a few times. i find it so odd if its true that because people read your on line journal that would want to stalk you. As far as I know, I don’t have any stalkers. When I mention leaving out details to thwart stalkers, I’m really just kidding. I mean, I wouldn’t go out of my way to advertise my home address or where I’ll be at a certain time on a certain day, but I don’t think I have the sort of journal that attracts stalkers.
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I have to disagree with Deb about the hairstyle. You have very fine hair Robyn, if my memory serves me correct. With a cut like that, the hair is texturized to look choppy and spikey, but fine hair hasn’t got the strength to pull that off. It will either lay flat or stick out, and most styling products used to create this look are too heavy for fine hair to handle. Your hair looks cute the length you have it now. Have you ever considered a body perm? (not a tight or curly one) I have considered a body perm, but at this point I’m trying to do as little as possible to my hair, and coloring it comes first. Maybe when my hair starts growing back in (which will hopefully be in the next few months), I’ll think about a perm. I actually decided to leave my hair style the way it is. You’re right – I do have very fine hair, and I don’t think my hair would work very well with that hair style. I think the reason it looks so good on Fred’s cousin is because she has thick, straight hair. My hair is fine, kind of thin, and tends to curl. I re-discovered this past weekend that if I just blow-dry the top about halfway dry and leave the rest to air-dry, it ends up looking pretty good. Sadly, this is a lesson I need to re-discover every six months or so.
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Any plans for a big vegetable garden? Oh, definitely! We’ll be planning a ton of vegetables next year, and we’re going to see what works for us, and what doesn’t. The funny thing is that a couple of weeks before we found the new house, Fred sent me an email that read, in part: When we move, I want: 1. 2 apple trees 2. 2 pear trees 3. 2 peach trees 4. 2 plum trees 5. 1 or 2 lemon trees (if possible to grow) Further, a 1/2-acre garden plot with: 1. irrigation 2. corn 3. green beans 4. tomatoes 5. okra 6. peas 7. squash (yellow+acorn) 8. watermelons 9. cantaloupes 10. peppers 11. sunflowers A small pond, maybe 1/3 acre, with: 1. catfish 2. bream 3. bass 4. ducks Add cucumbers, onions, and potatoes to that list.
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How does your stomach like the corn? I know I can’t have too much, for very specific reasons, and while I haven’t had gastric bypass, I have issues that makes me have to eat like I have. Actually, the corn doesn’t go through me as fast as it did before I had weight loss surgery! I don’t eat a lot of corn, and when I do I’m careful to be sure to eat my protein first, which tends to kind of “buffer” my stomach against the carbs I eat later in the meal. The corn we got down the street from the new house last weekend ended up being a bit of a disappointment. It was mushy and just not that good. DAMN IT! The tomatoes were awesome, though.
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Is your house one of the Sears Roebuck houses people used to order from the catalogue? All the material would come by rail. They are such classic styles and yours really looks like one. I actually had to ask Fred if it was a Sears Roebuck house, because I hadn’t heard of such a thing. He had, but he says that the new house isn’t one of those. I did a little Googling, and anyone interested in seeing pictures of the Sears Roebuck houses, you can see them here. Some of them are really pretty neat-looking.
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As always, if you have a burning question, leave it in the comments and I’ll get around to it one of these days!
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Dsc01125 Instead of finding another cat bed (of which there are MANY scattered through the house), Mister Boogers opts for a precarious hanging-over-the-edge-of-the-table position. DSC01134 I bought a woodpecker seed cake at the store a few weeks ago, not to attract woodpeckers but because the package said that chickadees also are attracted to it. I haven’t seen any chickadees on it, but the squirrel certainly enjoys it. DSC01143 Sugarbutt on the left, Tommy on the right, squirrel in the middle. Neither Sugarbutt nor Tommy can get too close to the fence (or their collars will zap them), and I think the squirrel has figured that out. DSC01148 Sunset from our back yard. All of today’s uploaded pictures are hither.
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Previously 2005: Give me some of that, Barbara Bush, you ignoramus. 2004: No entry. 2003: Because believe it or not, it never once occurred to me that the Walton family was comprised of hillbillies. 2002: Look, I drink a gallon of water a day. I need to know that I can pee when I need to, so stop rolling your eyes at me. 2001: No entry. 2000: Can I tell you how much I loathe Bret Easton Ellis?]]>

9/7/06

Bonkrood. 1. Do you say “Hi,” to people you don’t know? If they look like they might be friendly, I do. If they look like they might give me the “who the fuck are YOU?” look, I don’t bother. 2. What is the name of the first person you kissed? John Bowie. 3. Do you still talk to this person? Not in about 20 years, and I don’t miss him. 4. Recite a line from a movie? Say, any of you boys smithies? Or, if not smithies per se, were you otherwise trained in the metallurgic arts before straightened circumstances forced you into a life of aimless wanderin’? 5. What movie was that from? O Brother, Where Art Thou? 6. Do you play by the rules? If I know what they are. 7. Name another word for penis. Dick Cheney. HAHAHA! 8. Do you complain a lot? Too much, sometimes. 9. Have you ever been to Canada? A couple of times as a kid when we were stationed at Loring AFB, and then when I was in my 20s – Debbie and I took a “cruise to nowhere”, a 24-hour cruise that went from Portland to Nova Scotia and back. Well – I never actually got off the ship, so I’m not sure if that counts. 10. Do you have an addictive personality? I lean in that direction, yes. 11. What size would you say your nose is? Medium? 12. What is someones name that begins with the letter, A? Aunt Annie’s Alligator, A A A. 13. Name someone whose plastic surgery turned out poorly? Farrah Fawcett. 14. Have you ever performed CPR on anyone? Nope, though I did learn how to perform it when I took Health class in high school. 15. Name something that falls from the sky? Bird poop. 16. Are you polite? Most of the time. 17. Name a TV show or movie, that impacted society? Er… my mind is blank. Oh, I know – Survivor, because it spawned all the reality shows that came along afterward. For that matter, I guess the original reality show was Real World. 18. Name a song that has the word “baby” in it? Ice Ice Baby. 19. Name your favorite Disney movie? The Fox and the Hound. The last lines from that movie (“And we’ll always be friends forever. Won’t we?” “Yeah, forever.” ) make me tear up, just thinking about it. 20. Have you ever been scuba diving? No. With my luck, I’d end up with a stingray barb through the heart. 21. Name a profession you would NOT like to have? Factory worker. 22. Name someone you know who has red hair. Coppertop! 23. Name a popular DJ. John Tesh! 24. Name something white. My ass. 25. Are you better at explaining things, or at performing them? Performing them. 26. Have you ever been to a boxing match? Nope. Boxing doesn’t interest me. 27. Did you ever stutter, or have a hard time pronouncing words? Luckily, no. Although recently I’ll go to say something and the words will come out all mixed up. I’m trying to decide if it’s something I should be concerned about. Like I’ll try to say “The cats are lucky I noticed they were out of food” and it’ll come out “The lucky cats are” etc. I realize right away it’s not coming out right and stop and sometimes start again the same way. It’s kind of bizarre. 28. Do you eat out, or buy groceries, more often? Buy groceries, but I’d eat out at EVERY meal if given the choice. 29. What month are many of your friends born in? Half my family is born in August. 30. If you could have been born a different ethnicity, which one? Oh, I don’t know. Latina, maybe. 31. Name something you think is disgusting? The smell of a dirty litter box. 32. What is your favorite type of soup? Chunky clam chowder. Ooh, no! Lobster stew is THE BEST. Unfortunately, I rarely get to eat it. 33. Name a fattening food. French fries. Which sound good right now, by the way. 34. Name something that you are just NOT good at. Anything that requires rhythm. Dancing, singing, any of that. 35. How many glasses of water, a day, do you drink on average? Two and a half to three liters of water a day. 36. Does your license plate say anything? Nothing interesting, though I should get an “Eggrr” license plate, dontchathink? 37. Name a type of dance. The Cabbage Patch. 38. Name a type of Martini. Dirty Martini? Is that a type of Martini, or did I make it up? I’m not a martini drinker, so I don’t know. 39. Would you rather do the dishes or fold laundry? I hate them about equally; I do dishes a lot more often than I do the laundry, though. 40. Did you have braces? If so, how long did you have to wear them? Yeah, I had them. Not for long though, I don’t think. Maybe nine months or a year? All I remember is that I had them tightened the DAY before Thanksgiving, which made my Thanksgiving SUCK ASS. 41. Name someone you were really good friends with, who you no longer speak to. Denise. She’s too good for the likes of me, I’m sure. 42. Name something blue. My bedroom walls. 43. What is something good, about getting older? You become less willing to put up with bullshit. 44. And something negative? The aches and pains. 45. Name a song you really enjoy. Dagger Through the Heart, Dolly Parton. I had this cranked up and was singing along to it loudly yesterday. Thank god no one (but the cats; sorry kitties) could hear me. 46. Name someone with the same middle name as you. I can’t think of a single person with “Leslie” as a middle name. 47. Name a bar or a restaurant that really impressed you. A Mexican restaurant Fred and I stopped at on the way home from Tigers for Tomorrow the last time we went. I don’t remember the name or where it was, but their quesadilla was to die for.

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Sorry that this is all you’re getting for an entry today, folks. I spent two hours cleaning the hell out of my upstairs bathroom and now I need to vacuum upstairs, get some laundry done, vacuum downstairs, clean the kitchen, and possibly clean the kitchen floors. I like to get all my housecleaning done on Thursday so I only have to do the minimal amount over the weekend, and now that I’m feeling really good again, I’m ready to get this damn house under control again! Also, Fred hurt his back this morning (FAKER) and I’m back to doing the litter box. It was fun while I didn’t have to…
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DSC01124 Miz Poo ponders the eternal question – how much shit COULD a dipshit dip if a dipshit could dip shit? DSC01122 Something has disturbed the Sugs.
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Previously 2005: I didn’t get any pictures of it, but last night the stank coming off Rambo’s hindquarters was so strong that we finally gave in to the inevitable and gave him a bath. 2004: No entry. 2003: No entry. 2002: No entry. 2001: IT’S NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS WHO IT IS. 2000: Am I not an ass-kicking WalkAerobics diva?]]>

9/6/06

* * * My favorite thing ever is when people are assholes to each other, shit all over each other (figuratively speaking) and then defend themselves by protesting “I have a right to be happy!” Yes. You have a right to be happy (or at least the pursuit of happiness), but not at the expense of everyone around you, asshole. (No, this is not personal. No, I’m not talking about Fred or I or the spud or anyone you know. Stop reading something into it, y’all, or I’ll come box your ears for you. And by the way, this explanation of what “box(ing) someone’s ears” means made me laugh out loud, particularly the part that reads Think cymbals clashing together with a head in between.)

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I’m in a bad mood. I have been since midday yesterday. It might be because I inadvertently found my radio tuned to the Rick and Bubba Show and they were trying to explain to people that yes, they were making jokes about the death of Steve Irwin because really, we ALL thought the man was going to die in the jaws of a crocodile and to find that he died in a freak accident involving a stingray, in a way that only a handful of people have ever died before, is just too ironic for words. Apparently they made these jokes and people got all up in arms and offended because it never occurred to them that (a) Rick and Bubba are annoying, but they consider themselves to be a comedy duo, therefore they’re going to joke about offensive things and (b) Whenever ANYONE dies, there are invariably jokes. I mean for god’s sake, it was three hours after the Challenger exploded that I first heard Q: Where did Christa McAuliffe take her last vacation? A: All over Florida. (Rick and Bubba did say that if Steve Irwin’s wife or a close family member called and said they were offended by the jokes they were telling, they’d stop immediately. I’m thinking Terri, Bindi Sue and Bob have better things to think about.) (My hope is that if I die unexpectedly, it’s in a way that will make people laugh. Just yesterday, as we were looking at tractors, I said to Fred “It doesn’t matter, because I’m going to end up driving it into the pond and turning it over onto myself, and you’ll come home to find me bobbing in the pond, with the duck pecking at my ass.” I want to die fast and funny. Can we arrange that?) Maybe my bad mood is because the goddamn phone would NOT STOP RINGING yesterday. You know what I’d do if I found out tomorrow I had a year to live? I’d disconnect every phone in my life. No. I’d hire someone to answer the phone for me, only I’d transfer all the calls to an off-site (but kind of close) location, and I’d hire someone to answer the calls at the off-site (but kind of close) location, and at prearranged times (noon and six), she could come over, knock on the door, and say “Fred called. He wants to know if the goddamn floor guy showed up. Also, the spud will be home a little late, and can she borrow five dollars for gas? I told the AOL telemarketer to go fuck himself, and your mother says it MUST BE NICE to be able to hire someone to do your shit work.” I hate the goddamn phone, it horrifies me that it rings so often, and I have lately been so pissed off at how much it’s rung that I’ve been refusing to answer it. I’m also horrified that I even own a cell phone. I think we should just disconnect every goddam phone we have, and anyone who wants to get me can email me. IF I CAN BE BOTHERED TO ANSWER MY EMAIL. Which reminds me – someone asked if I have an email address. I do – click on the “contact” link in the sidebar (under “about) to get to it. I’m not terribly good at answering my email, though, as those people who emailed me in July and haven’t received a response yet can attest. I do read every email as soon as I get it, though. I promise! I think, though, that my bad mood started when the goddamn floor guy was supposed to show up at noon to look at the bathroom floor and give us a quote for replacing it. At 2:00, Fred called to see where he was, and the fucking asshole got kind of pissy with him, saying that we were next on his list. What time did the fucking fucker show up? 4:00. Luckily, Fred arrived home just as the floor guy showed up so HE could deal with the guy, because what I could hear from upstairs, the guy was amazingly chatty and had an annoying laugh. As far as I’m concerned, floor guys should show up WITHIN TWO HOURS OF THE PROMISED TIME, give the goddamn quote, and get the fuck out without being all CHATTY. And the best part? They’ll be doing the floor next Monday. And I am already SICK TO DEATH of having to go upstairs to use the bathroom. UGH. On the up side, the floor guys are going to install the toilet, so we don’t have to pay a plumber to come out and do it.
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Okay. Now I’m in a better mood. It probably helps that I finally got off my ass and went for a walk this morning. I had to cut the walk short because I had to go to the bathroom (it’s too bad there aren’t random port-a-potties on my walking route, but I suspect the people whose subdivisions I walk through might have a problem with that). So I only walked 2 miles instead of 4, but at least I got up and got moving. That’s a good thing, right there. Now I’m going to go upstairs and sit in the corner of my bedroom and read, so I’ll be closer to the bathroom. Hey, at least I’m getting a lot of reading done.
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DSC01120 Sugarbutt and Mister Boogers keep an eye on the squirrel, who’s running along the top of the fence. Over on the patio, Miz Poo and Tom Cullen sniff around. DSC01117 The aforementioned squirrel. Dsc01114 “Behind you, Mom! A serial killer!” Dsc01121 Is it just me, or does Sugarbutt seem awfully annoyed lately? Maybe he’s just annoyed at me and that damn camera.
All of today’s uploaded pictures are hither.
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Previously 2005: How do people, like, not curse? How is it possible? There are all these gaps in speech where you just have to put a “fuck.” 2004: No entry. 2003: No entry. 2002: I think that, much like dreams, the only person interested in hearing the myriad details of drug stories are the people involved. 2001: I don’t use the “c” word lightly, y’all. 2000: Nothing much is going on at Casa Bitchypoo.]]>