The scene: Lying on my bed, reading a book, minding my own business… when all of a sudden, there’s a cat on my chest, nosing my book out of the way, demanding my attention. Cat: Pet me. Me: I was reading that. Cat: Pet me now. Me: I was in the middle of a sentence. [...]
Archive for May, 2007
In May? How could it be?
I just found 6 cadbury creme eggs. I LOVE today. Even if I can’t sew worth shit… (er, no, these are not related items.) Update: I may have this sewing thing down. Or at least, the ridiculously easy square that I’m trying to get sewn around the edges. Only took two hours! Now to attach [...]
CUT HAIR NOT WRISTS
Good news! The media has caught up with the EMO CULTURE. Our news team began their study of emo culture on the internet, where we quickly found hundreds of sites dedicated to teaching kids what emo is and how to be it. One site instructs, “dye your hair black. Style it in the gunshot wound [...]
Really need to get in better shape
My calves are STILL sore from all the walking I did on Saturday. This annoys me. I walk quite a lot — I don’t have a car, so I have to. And I even enjoy it. But evidently not enough, or this wouldn’t hurt. I don’t really have any problem with the pain. In the [...]
Conversations with a Rat
Rat: He’s looking at me again. Me: Who? Rat: The Cat. Me: It’s okay, he can’t touch you. Rat: May I eat him? Me: Uh… no. For one, he’s about 20 times your size. Rat: I can take him. Me: I’m going to stick with no. Rat: I can totally take him.
Conversations with an entirely different website
Launching today: http://www.conversationswithacat.com/ Although, since you’re reading this site, you’ll get exactly the same conversationally-inclined posts, as that site simply syndicates them from this one. So you don’t really need to change anything. But if you’re sick to death of listening to me ramble, but still want to read about the Dumb Things Jenn’s cats [...]
Conversations with a Cat in the Kitchen
Cat: Are you making dinner? Me: Yes. Cat: Give me some. Me: No. Cat: Give me some now. Me: No, it’s my dinner. Go get your own. Cat: If you do not, I will wind my way through your legs until you fall down. Then, while you lie there, I shall eat your face. Me: [...]
Call me a prude, but I don’t think the word “commode” should be used in reference to any portion of my sex life
For those of you racking up the frequent flyer miles but just can’t figure out what to do with your partner on a plane… good news! There’s a website for everything. With a description like that, the “not safe for work if your employers would be weirded out by you looking at vague technical drawings [...]
In which a marmot is put in a room with small children
“Jenn! Wanna come out to the rodeo this weekend? There are rides! And cows! And some of my family… including my sister… and some young cousins…” “I’m not going to be expected to like, look after any of these kids, right?” “Oh, of course not. Between all of the real adults there, we’ll have them [...]
Ro-de-o
Today, I dragged Jenn out to Surrey to go to the fair at the Cloverdale Rodeo… with my family. Enter the troops: My mom, my sister (age 5). My step-fathers brother & sister-in-law. Their two kids (age 7 & …9 or so.) Throw in a marmot and a me, and you’ve got a hell of [...]