March 26th, 2009
I know, no blog in long time. I’ve been buried under work, school, the daily grind is grinding me down to a nub.
But enough about me, do you want to see our entry to America’s Funniest Home Videos? This is the kitty I’ve been trying (sort of) to get a home for. Her name is Manxie-Moo (we also call her Moo-nanners) and she is … special. She is grumpy and rarely meows, and just sort of bitches all the time. Apparently the weather has effected her skin too, and she has a special itchy spot on her back. See how she reacts when you scratch it.
(Click on the photo for the link to the video)
November 15th, 2007
I can’t make this stuff up! Have you heard on the news about the Australian Santa banned from saying “Ho ho ho” because *they* feel that it will scare children and be mistaken for American slang for prostitute?
I shit you not. You can see the full story here. Stuff like this doesn’t make me angry anymore because you just have to laugh. People now days are all so paranoid at offending one another, politicians are constantly backpedaling- and to me it is a riot. I just can’t get enough. (Isn’t Merry Christmas offensive now to all non-Christians? Aren’t we really supposed to be saying Happy Holidays?)
I think we should try and campaign for a PC-free day, a sort of nouveau holiday where everyone gets a get out of jail free card for whatever they say that might be a shade off color during that particular 24 hour span. Sort of like a magical invisible suit for all celebrants (maybe we’ll have a t-shirt or something.) We can pull out all the stops, dust off old jokes that have had to be passed down through generations at a hushed whisper, and just say what is on our minds without the fear of having to make an excuse or public apology.
It could be fun… really, really fun.
Hey, I have to put a question out to the universe- why is it that gray hairs grow right on your part when there is nary a sign of any others anywhere else on your head? You go to part your hair, and BAM- gray hair, front and center. It hardly seems worth busting out the Miss Clairol for two or three wayward hairs (and pulling them out is a BIG no-no) so what is a girl to do? I’m asking for a friend… definitely not me… her name is Anabelle. Er, Amelia, and she has this problem you see…
Shut up.
