new logo for February, by the lovely and talented Ann. Thanks, Ann!
2004-02-02
An acidic and hostile place: since 1999
new logo for February, by the lovely and talented Ann. Thanks, Ann!
mail2web to access my email on the server and delete the offending emails before downloading the non-virused email to my hard drive. For the record, y’all, you really should have McAfee or something similar running on your computer. Also, DON’T FUCKING OPEN a .zip file from someone unless you know it’s coming, and even then? DON’T OPEN IT. If you get an email that looks like it’s from me and has a .zip file attached? It’s not from me. I swear upon all that is holy that I will never ever send you a .zip file.
* * * We adopted Tubby in the summer of 1997 from the no-kill shelter I volunteer for now. Fred and I went to look at cats and none of them really struck our fancy, until Fred saw a small (!) black and white cat hanging out on one of those cat trees. Fred petted him and scratched at the base of his tail. The cat reacted immediately by raising his ass, and Fred loved him. As we filled out the paperwork, the lady running the shelter told us that his name was Jack and he’d been found with his sister. They’d thought at first that he was feral, but they were able to tame him. We took him home. He was a bit of an odd duck. It was as though he wanted to be friendly, but he just wasn’t sure how that went. The first night, he snuggled up to Fred’s back and then bit him. “Jack” was never a name that fit him, so after a few days of deliberation and bringing up every name in the world that starts with “S”, we settled on the name “Snoopy.” It wasn’t until he was a few years old that we started calling him “Tubby”. He didn’t have much use for the other cats. He didn’t pay much attention to them, except for his special relationship with Mr. Fancypants. He was willing to be physically close with the other cats, but he didn’t really go looking for it. He was a funny, funny cat. We always knew that to get a decent picture, all we needed to do was point the camera at him and sooner or later he’d do something funny or bitchy or cute. He was our protector. Last year a stray cat came through the pet door into the house, and Tubby chased him off. He was always calm and laid-back until the situation called for him to be a bad-ass, and then he was the baddest. Who’s going to protect us now? 1997 – 2004. Good boy, Tubby. Good boy.]]>
Self Magazine on Sunday when I ran across the Body Confidence Awards for 2004. Guess who got a Body Confidence Award? Robyn at the now defunct Tampatantrum, for the Blogger Boobie-Thon. Too cool! It would be kind of neat to do something like that to raise money for the non-kill shelter I volunteer for, wouldn’t it? I don’t particularly want to see y’all’s boobies, though, nice as I’m sure they are. I’ll have to think on that… Also receiving a Body Confidence Award was the awesome Catherine Dent from (the awesome) The Shield, who heard that a top stylist referred to her body as “a challenge” and refused to work with said stylist ever again.
Which Happy Bunny Are You?
Why, why, whyyyyyyyyyyyyy? ::sob:: (Also, heh!) I, for one, did NOT see this one coming from a mile away. (If you don’t want to click those links, or they’re long gone by the time you read this entry, those links both have to do with the breakup of Jennifer Lopez and the large-noggined Ben Affleck) Oh, and while I’m thinking of The Affleck, Kate mentioned in my comments the other day that she thinks Scott Peterson and Ben Affleck were separated at birth. I can see the resemblance, although Ben’s big, bloated, scary head (seriously, seeing that head come toward you has got to be a scary thing) is twice the size of Scott Peterson’s. For the record, I don’t dislike The Affleck at ALL. I’m just frightened by his noggin. You know, the older I get, the more everyone seems to resemble someone else. Last night we were watching an episode from the second season of The Shield, and I thought Boy, that Connie sure does look like she could be Jennifer Jason Leigh‘s sister! I’ve always noticed that I have a very strong resemblance to Ashley Judd. (In my dreams, that is)
Odd Thomas late last night – and liked it a great deal – but I was so blindsided by the twist at the end that I burst into tears. Hmph. Gotta love that Dean Koontz. Next up is Bad to the Bone (from the Casey Jones series by Katy Munger), followed by Autobiography of a Fat Bride, followed by the next in the Casey Jones series, followed by The Idiot Girls’ Action-Adventure Club, followed by the next in the Casey Jones series. When Fred suggested that I read Odd Thomas, I had just finished reading Blood. “I can’t read that next,” I told him. “I have to read a book from the Casey Jones series next, because my plan is to read one series book, then one non-series book, then a series book, and so on.” “Okay, RAINMAN, ” he snarked. He’s one to talk.
learned from her mistakes, and good for her. Now isn’t there anything we can do to force Joey Buttafuoco back into obscurity? I should add that I was MIGHTY sick of hearing about the whole Amy Fisher thing back when it was happening. I mean, they made THREE MOVIES about the whole thing. To my chagrin, I actually bought the version starring Drew Barrymore for $5 at Wal-Mart. If I ever watched it, I’ve blocked it from my memory, though.
Hello and welcome, readers who are finding their way here via iwilldare.com. The information you’re looking for – the information jodi was referring to – is available in the comments. “The Outlaw” was NOT my husband, Fred, but rather a man named Timothy Hensley who was married and pretended not to be – I’m pretty sure Jodi will corroborate this. Like I said, scroll to the bottom of the page and click on “comments” until you see the comment about who Timothy Hensley is. Also, please stop searching my site for things such as “Fred married” and “The Outlaw”, because there’s no such information available on this site. Thanks!