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I'm not BAD evil, more like devil's food cake evil.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Musings On Men and Their Junk

Okay, so you know when there's a big banner of some dude, so that he's larger than life? And if his bulge is included in the big banner, do you think they enlarge the bulge at a different percentage so that it's not too big so that it won't offend little old men and women? And if that's true, do you think the person that the banner is of would notice that his bulge is underrepresented, and would he demand that he be shown properly enlarged?

I think this deserves some research.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Cats, I'm a Kitty Cat


So I got a new kitty the other day; her name is Violet. I went to the Oregon Humane Society and in some ways it was hard to just pick one cat, when I wanted to rescue 90% of them. (Sorry 10%, I could just tell we weren't going to get along.) In other ways, it was hard to find the right cat, as I apparently had a long list of traits I wanted my new cat friend to have.

For example I wanted
1. Pippin's new BFF
2. who wasn't too shy
3. or too bossy
4. who was kind of independent
5. who wasn't a tortoiseshell
6. or a tuxedo cat
7. who wasn't too old
8. who wasn't a kitten
9. who was easy going
10. and not long haired
11. and outside experienced
12. and well socialized with both people and cats
13. and didn't have any major health problems

Magically, there were several cats who fit the bill, but when it came down to it, I chose a petite girl cat who is 1 year old, and was given up for adoption because she got knocked up. She had her babies in foster care and they have been all adopted out. She's fixed now, and she has pretty green eyes. She was born in her previous owner's home and lived with cats and dogs. She's been home with Pips and I for a day and half now and already she's settled in to our routine. Pippin at first seemed pretty pissed off that I brought a stranger into our home but today I saw him trying to engage her in play or cuddling. She's still a little aloof with him, which I hope is very temporary. I know Pippin is patient and determined enough to make any cat like him but I hope he doesn't have to wait too long with this one.

I kind of feel like I'm cheating on grumpy fluffy Anastasia, but I don't think I'll ever have a relationship with an animal like I did with Annas. And poor Peepers has been lonely these last 4 months. I can't ignore the live one's needs just to honor the dead one, you know?

And in the spirit of cats, here is a really dumb but totally addictive video (I've watched it 4 times in the last 24 hours):

Saturday, August 01, 2009

Feeling a Little Fudgy

I swear an inordinate amount; not as much as some people, but a lot. Not everybody is excited by this. So in the spirit of brotherly love I decided I'd substitute "fudge" for the F-bomb. It works most of the time. And saying things like "GET OUT OF THE WAY YOU MOTHERFUDGER" is actually more satisfying than you think.

I got this idea from my sister who likes to say "what the fudge" but will also use fudge as a substitute for shit (which I barely consider a swear word, seriously), as in "this is the kind of fudge I've been dealing with," which I can imagine her saying to me as she points to her child having a major breakdown in the aisle of the grocery store.

Fudge has started to morph a bit in my brain to now be able to also describe an emotion that is essentially cranky, exhausted, weepy, lonely, and kinda elated. I call it feeling a little fudgy.

I am recovering from a birth that was long and hot and amazingly slow. We were at turns hopeful and excited, frustrated and exhausted, hot and sweaty, cold and sore, scared and amazed. Everybody is fine and baby is adorable, but the road we took to get there was as wild, unpredictable, and long as anything you could imagine. Spending the last three days with them in such circumstances has left me feeling a little emotionally attached. Clearly I'm still finding my way out of the labyrinth. While my physical body recovers with sleep, real food, fresh air and showers, we'll wait for my emotional body--which feels tattered and worn--to catch up.

Just feeling a little fudgy.