*ded of laughter*
Jul. 20th, 2008 10:49 pmWhy?
( Not for those with delicate sensibilities )
Foot's new wake-me-up technique...
Jun. 26th, 2008 08:16 amNow?
She's learned to canon-ball the bed, which makes everything bounce.
No, I don't know how she manages it, either. XD
Proof that my cat really *is* 'my cat'.
Jun. 9th, 2008 08:12 amThis morning, Foot chased some kibble under the stove.
Foot tried to get the kibble out from under the stove.
Foot got one little claw stuck on the under-ledge of said stove and could not get free.
I had to calm her down (after figuring out she was stuck and not just still chasing the kibble), and then try to get her loose, all the time imagining having to call emergency services to help me get my cat loose, because her paw was stuck despite any angle I tried moving her paw forward on.
Fortunately, opening the pot drawer solved the problem.
Also fortunately, I did not laugh at my cat. Until now. Because that's the kind of goober thing I'd do.
:)
Yeah, I fail at cellphones
May. 26th, 2008 10:59 amSo, there was the possibility of going 'out' this weekend with friends.
My cellphone ran out of battery charge Thursday night, made a beep to let me know, and turned off. I pluuged it in, charged it, unplugged it when it said the charge was full.
...and forgot to actually turn the cellphone back on once I did that.
So...heh. Missed all my calls. Scared my friends (SORRY!!!!! ^^;), and spent a rather quiet weekend at home instead because of that.
I so fail. God help me if I ever need that thing for an actual emergency. Heh.
I have cat hickies.
Apr. 24th, 2008 07:21 amYes, you heard right.
Well, okay, they're bruises from rough play.
Seems Foot has formidable jaw strength for such a little girl--she managed to leave several tiny bruises on my arm during 'monster under the sheet'. Yes, right through a sheet and a bedspread.
I am absurdly proud of my girl right now.
And very glad her teeth are not that long.
I might take pics this afternoon. :D
Oh yeah...*that's* why I drink coffee...
Apr. 16th, 2008 05:11 pmI didn't have my coffee this morning.
I did fine until 1pm.
I now have a headache that's bordering on a migraine and a touch of nausea. And of course, ibuprophen doesn't touch it. Because it's not, you know, caffiene.
Needless to say, I made a few cups to drink, and am hoping that it kicks in soon.
Heh. Oops.
Addictions, wheeeeeeeeeee! (Yet another reason I stopped at coffee and didn't get into drugs, smoking, and alcohol).
One of those things...
Apr. 6th, 2008 05:18 pmWhich is an amazing amount of people come and check their mail on Sunday.
And yeah, some of them don't make it over on Saturday. It's the ones I know for sure that were here Saturday (many of them hovering over the mailman like a flock of hungry vultures) that get me.
I mean..is there some sort of secret society thing going on? Did I forget to ask management for my decoder ring and Super Secret Code Book when I signed the lease?
...am I the next offering to the Apartment Gods?
Really. Whut?
As I get a reminder today as to why I give creedence to the 'Fortuna' aspect of The Big Cheese (or whatever else you want to call The Creator if you believe in he/she/it/them).
My paychecks were on bad timing this time around, you see, and I needed to pay the cred cards before I did the rent...which didn't leave enough for rent. Today was the last day before rent would be 'late'. I don't get paid until Friday. :/
...and I just got my tax return check in the mail. Rent is now covered.
Sometimes, faith pays off. :)
Yesterday: the Eagle DJs are all over the whole over-weight thing, spouting the usual 'fat people are just lazy', 'fat people have no self control', 'fat people eat junk food', 'it's okay to tell your SO they're too fat and if they don't lose weight, then it's over', etc.
You know, all the stereotypical BS, that of course gets back-pedaled on when someone goes 'well, what about medical problems? What about mental conditions? What about genetic factors?'.
Still, the bottom line was 'fat people need to lose weight!' (and that includes most folks who are a mere 10 pounds overweight, or have a BMI over...god, I think it was 20...when BMI is NOT the best indicator of fat in a body).
So anyhow, this morning, I turn the radio on again, and this time, guess what? They're bitching about their wives cooking healthy food, and making subs in foods like lasagna so that it's better and low fat and low sodium and the like. And of course, one of them is pissed off because the wife has gone vegan in an effort to...guess what?
Lose Weight
I have only one thing to say (and listen up, boys; this is important).
You cannot have it both ways..
Make up your fucking minds, chose one, and shut the fuck up. Want a skinny wife? Put up with what she does to get herself (and probably you) that way.
Or leave her the fuck alone about the weight.
I'm renaming my car
Feb. 2nd, 2008 08:45 amThe guys at the shop drove me back to work to retrieve her rather than me having to call a tow company, which was, quite frankly, my other option since I can't pop the clutch and push the car at the same time. (I'm good, but I'm not that good). So one of them gets in and turns the ignition.
And she starts right up.
:/
Anyhow, she's at the shop now while they check out all her wires and stuff.
But yeah, new name for my car. O.o
(also: MUCH LOVE for my mechanics)
"What is this 'Joisy' you speak of?"
Jan. 25th, 2008 08:11 amSo, random thoughts of the day--first being is I think I'm going to end up making an icon of the above sentence, just because it's true.
See, if you don't say you're from 'Joisy' (a corruption from invading New York accents, I think), people won't believe you're from New Jersey. Thing is, I'm not even technically from South Jersey (who say it 'right', with the 'er' instead of the 'oi'), Because I was born in Trenton and then lived in Hightstown/East Windsor...which is more like 'central' Jersey headed towards north. And I never heard 'Joisy', even in the Italian neighborhoods I lived in, unless it was someone from New York saying it.
But that also got me to thinking about Nevada, of all things (probably because the news has been doing little tongue-in-cheek spots about how most of the presidential candidates 'offended' natives by saying it wrong), and how to say it 'right'.
Of course, like most folks, I say it 'Nah-Vah-Dah'...which is apparently way wrong. And I've heard it said the right way several times over the past two weeks. (For the record, now that I've stumbled on it again, it's 'Nah-Vaa (as in 'had')-dah, not 'ah' as in...well...'ah', which is how most non-native folks say it.)
Thing is? I'm still stuck on the wrong way, even though I run through other ways to say it (Nah-Vey-Dah...Na-Ved-Ah...Nah-fuck-it). It usally takes about sixteen tries and it's a complete accident when I finally stumble on the 'right' way to say it, at which point I have a Do'oh! moment, because there's no mistaking the proper way of saying it for anything else. And then I promptly forget it all over again the next time, thus having to repeat the entire process.
So, who else has this problem (or hears other people say something cringe-worthy because you know It's Wrong?).
Inquiring minds want to know. *g*