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The other day I was having a conversation with someone. It went a little something like this:
me: How are things, blah, blah, blah, did you get all of your school supplies yet?
him: Oh yeah, I got most of them for free. Yeah, go me.
me: (raising an eyebrow) Oh, really…that’s pretty awesome. (secretly jealous he has friends who went to the same school years earlier and still have all of their supplies)
him: Yeah, I stole them.
me: (shocked stare)…Did you say you stole them?
him: (chuckle) Yeah.
me: As in shoplifted?!
him: Yeah. I mean, I need that stuff. I don’t have money. So I went and took it.
me: …the fuck, are you kidding me?
him: No way. I took it and now it’s mine.
me: This might not work out.
I didn’t think real people shoplifted after the age of 16. I never did it when I was 16, but I knew a lot of people who did. And homeless people. I hear homeless people shoplift. But I don’t know any of them. And I certainly never met any 20 somethings who seem completely (that’s a lie) normal who do it. Geez…
Remember last year when I did this? I wanted to participate this year again and I totally planned to. I took all of my pictures in the morning and throughout the day. Then I got to the party with my camera. That’s where the trouble started. I set up my camera, got out my remote and we had a blast. Instead of showing you pictures of the whole day, here is a little video (don’t worry, it goes fast) with a lovely song. We took so many, the pictures tell a story. It turned out really nice.
Starring me, Cupcake, Sassy, Tiny Dancer and the lovely Yogi.
Check here for all the other participants!
This video is so awesome! It’s the first video filmed by cats. I need one for Caspian, to find out which family he is whoring himself out to most days of the week for extra food (did I mention, he’s back!!).
What do you think? Would you want one for your kitty? (If it’s not working for you, the link is here)
As I have alluded to in several posts, I have been selling earmuff/headbands that I created. I’ve only sold one online in my shop, but a lot to friends and friends of friends. It’s been awesome. Like, I read blogs of professional knitters and I think, “I wish I could do that, that’s awesome,” and now I am. While it probably won’t turn into a full time career any time soon, I’ve been doing it full time for right now. It’s been incredible. Even though being a professional knitter isn’t as glamorous as I thought it would be (there’s a lot of watching Law and Order: SVU and Glee and Everybody Loves Raymond) it’s pretty damn glamorous. And in honor of this wonder that is selling stuff I have made to people and them liking it and their friends wanting to buy stuff and me feeling awesome, I want to offer 20% off to you, dear reader. Until December 19th (if you want it to get to you by Christmas, I need your order in by the 16th).
So, thank you to people who like and have bought an earmuff/headband thingy. They really do keep your ears warm, and since the lovely ATL has taken an early turn for the cold, I’m glad I made myself one.
Thanks, guys!
(If you didn’t get it, the coupon code is dreambig…one word)
I know I talk about Chico a lot, but I have two other babies in my life. My beloved kitties, Caspian and Aravis. And while I love Chico and Aravis to bits and can’t imagine life without them, my kitty soul mate is Caspian. No one can quite make my smile or understand me like he does. He is my heart. He follows me around and talks to me and is always there for my to cry on his shoulder (or put his head on mine). He is the peanut butter to my jelly, my sidekick. I love him so much.
Well, he’s been MIA for the past 4 days. My feline babies are inside/outside cats and he usually comes running as soon as my car hits my street. But for 4 loooooong days, his sweet cries and pretty little eyes haven’t been waiting for my on the front porch when I get home.
I hope my baby will come home soon. I miss him so much!
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I finally went to a yoga class. After talking about it for, like, a month. Seriously. It was about time. And, I don’t know why every time I go to yoga (which has been twice to a class and a few times with the Wii Fit) I think it’s going to be relaxing. It never is. It’s like a 4th dimension of hell, but in a kind of good way. A few weeks ago, or maybe it was last week, my friend Sizzle was talking all about the plank pose. And I thought it wasn’t a big deal. Oh, you held it for a minute, big whoop. Dude. I held it for about 2 seconds. OMG, it was hard. Because I don’t know what scoop your tailbone means.
It’s a new comer class, for 6 weeks. Hopefully I will get better at the plank.
So. I texted my neighbor last night. (If you’re wondering why I’m talking about poo, read here. Then please come back.) I texted because he wasn’t home when I left and I’m lazy. Walking across the street is a lot of work.
He told me that he doesn’t care about me enough to put all that effort into getting me back for the cat poo. I claimed that my cats don’t poo in his yard. And then I said “Your mom.” He said I crossed the line, whatev. He totally wishes he had thought of that comeback first. Then, he told me it’s probably one of the other neighbors who is tired of the cat poo. How many times do I have to tell this guy that my cats aren’t pooing in his yard?!! Geez.
I saw him taking his kids to school this morning and I gave him the “I’m watching you!”
Then, I allowed Chico to chase his 4 year-old into the car. The kid wouldn’t get in his car seat. You’re welcome.
Lots of my neighbors walk their dogs without leashes. Like, big, mean looking dogs. As a cat owner, this concerns me. But not a whole lot because the unleashed dogs are really well behaved and I have never seen one maliciously chase or hurt a cat. And trust me, the cats have the run of the street. They’re everywhere. There’s gotta be about 20 of them.
So, I was giving my neighbor (who is a good friend) shit about walking his dogs with no leashes the other day. About the laws and how I was going to call the cops, blah blah. He starts telling me that my cats are pooping in his yard and how there ought to be a law about cats pooping and I said that he doesn’t know they’re my cats, it’s probably the girl next door to him’s cats. She has, like, ten cats, seriously. Neighbors had an intervention with her a couple of years ago because some of her cats had kittens and none of her cats were fixed. The kittens were taken away and all of her little friends are now fixed. Anyways…this has been going on for a couple of weeks. I’m starting to get the feeling he is serious about the cat poo. My cats bury their poo, I’ve seen them do it multiple times. They always bury it in my yard and I never see it (the poo). Therefore, it couldn’t be Caspian and Aravis, they do no wrong. Duh.
About a week ago, I came home to a little pile of cat poo on my front steps. I smiled about it at the time and thought it was kind of funny. A couple of days later, more poo. Then, when I got home today there was a bigger pile of cat poo. I documented. For you all. You’re welcome.
I am completely amused by this, but perplexed. Once, it’s a little funny. I get that. You’re taking the bantering to the next level. Genius! Now that we’re on at least the third time I’ve found a pile of poo on my steps, it’s weird. This person has had to pick up poo out of his yard, multiple times (probably didn’t get that bounty all in one go) and transport it into my yard–on 3 different occasions. I don’t know about you all, but I don’t want to touch cat poo if I can help it. But, whatev. It’s becoming more and more entertaining. And, if you can see, it’s sitting in the middle of the steps. Waiting for me. My neighbors are super weird really great.
Well, it looks like Lindsey Lohan is about to be arrested for failure to show up in court and failure to complete alcohol awareness classes. Read about it here. If she does end up getting arrested, these people will have won:
Nilsa
Me
Chris W
Candace
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I love this picture and I feel it accurately describes how I feel today. And, it’s still morning, so. I love the morning and spring mornings are great. Everything smells fresh and dew is covering all of nature and the day has endless possibilities. ‘sigh’ It’s so wonderful.
I was listening to a local radio show this morning and they were playing a betting game. And, it was awesome, yet still a little mean and at someone else’s expense. But we can all participate and it will be fun. (Did I mention I’m a little high on various cold medicines at this point? Not really high, they are just messing with my head.)
The game is to list 4 celebrities that you think have a good chance of getting arrested soon. And, ladies and gentlemen, we’ve all had those crazy nights in college where we may have woken up in the drunk tank. I’m talking about these types of arrests, not murderous rampage arrests. If you win, if one of your celebrities get arrested, I will send you something in the mail and if mine wins, I will just dance in celebration. Yay!
Here are mine:
Lindsay Lohan (I love me some LiLo. I have loved her since The Parent Trap and always will. I just hope she gets her shit together.)
Tara Reid
Charlie Sheen
Spencer Pratt (I don’t feel very confident about this one)
What are yours? I’m going to make a spreadsheet about this. This is going to be fun! (Also, if you can repeat, but don’t repeat someone else’s entire list.
I’m pretty sure I’ve raved on and on about Chico in the past (I would look up the the posts and link to them, but I’m feeling a little lazy right now).
Having been a cat person my whole life, I am constantly amazed at how awesome and wonderful having a dog is. It’s rewarding like nothing I’ve ever experienced. My cats love me and I love them, but it’s totally different. Chico is always there, willing to play, wanting my attention, loving me unconditionally. Wow.
I took some pictures of Chico being super sweet at work and I want to share. :)
Chico’s new favorite thing is to fake pee. He gets treats at work every time he goes to the bathroom outside. Well, he thinks he has outsmarted me by begging to go outside every 5 minutes. He doesn’t even try to fake me out anymore. He just runs around a bush and then comes in, thinking he’s going to get a treat. Ridiculous.
See him there, lounging in the field?
Chico is a boob man.
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