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Meme, seen in multiple places.
I have NO ACCENT. None, you hear me? Okay, I suppose I have a half-Maine, half-Southern accent. I should record myself reading something, and y’all could tell me what kind of accent I have.
I have yet to find any kind of alcohol I can stand the taste of. Even those drinks that people are all “Oh, taste this! You TOTALLY can’t taste the alcohol in it!”, I can taste the alcohol. And I don’t like the taste.
Chore I hate:
The list would be shorter if it was “Chore I love.” Actually, that one would have to be blank. The chore I hate the most would either be cleaning out the litter box, or mopping the floors.
Dog or cat:
BobPod, my computer, and the laptop (which I don’t use often, but it definitely comes in handy sometimes).
Sand & Sable and Body by Victoria. I have more perfume than that, but those are the two I wear regularly.
Gold or silver:
I like both, but I think the majority of my jewelry (which I never wear) is gold.
Born in Bangor, Maine – raised (mostly) in Lisbon Falls, Maine.
Almost never, THANK GOD. I really like my sleep.
Professional Couch Potato.
One 17 year-old daughter.
Big house, one husband, one child, six cats. My own bedroom!
Most admirable trait:
Fred says it’s my sense of humor. (Though his first answer was “Your husband.”)
Number of sexual partners:
I am uncomfortable with this question.
Overnight hospital stays:
Three – no, four. Once when I had my tonsils out, once when I had the tumor removed from my right knee, once when I gave birth via c-section, and once when I had weight loss surgery
I’m not crazy about anything creepy-crawly, and I can’t stand watching operations on TV.
“She is too fond of books, and it has addled her brain.” – Louisa May Alcott. Also, “How nice to do nothing then rest afterward.” (I don’t know who coined that one)
A non-practicing Protestant.
Two older brudders, one younger sister.
Time I wake up:
Depends on the day – today I got up a little before 8:00.
Unusual talent or skill:
I can wiggle my ears, roll my tongue, and raise my left eyebrow. I also do a pretty good Cartman imitation, or so I’m told.
Vegetable I refuse to eat:
Peppers, of any color.
Ignoring the fact that I have to pee until I’m about to wet my pants, and then I dance to the bathroom.
Too many to count. Also, I’m sure I couldn’t remember them all.
Yummy foods I make:
Shrimp with garlic and onions (spray a pan with Olive Oil Pam, add as much garlic and onions and you’d like (along with a couple of tablespoons of water, so they don’t stick to the pan), sautee until they’re softened, add raw shrimp to the pan, push around with a spatula until the shrimp are pink and ready to eat. YUMMY.
Capricorn. Capricorns are supposedly Earth signs, but I think something got screwed up, ’cause I’m CLEARLY a water sign.
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Tuesday Friday Three
List three things you do that tend to irritate those around you:
Fart. I’m sorry, I CANNOT HELP IT, if you hold in a fart you can EXPLODE, also it hurts, and since I had the surgery, if I eat the wrong thing, I am a complete and utter fart machine. You’d think, given the amount of enjoyment Fred gets from his own farts, he’d think it was funny, right? SO WRONG. He takes it as a personal affront.
Jump to conclusions.
Get pissy and bitchy for no apparent reason.
List three things those around you tend to do that irritates you:
Loud belches from out of nowhere, with no warning, SPUD I AM LOOKING AT YOU.
Fart. FRED I AM LOOKING AT YOU.
Springboard across my body 63 times in a row when I am trying to sleep. CATS I AM LOOKING AT YOU.
If you could ask one question each to any three people, living or dead, who would the three people be and what question would you ask each one? Assume the answer would be 100% true.
My grandmother. “Were you happy?”
Tom Cruise. “Tell me the truth about what happened with Nicole.” I MUST KNOW.
Moira. “What the hell happened? You just disappeared.”
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From my comments:
Hey Robyn, I meant to ask before but keep forgetting…do you still watch American Idol, and if so, are you rooting for the Alabama boy, Taylor Hicks?
I do, and I am. When I watch American Idol, it’s always on the DVR, and I only fast-forward to watch each of the songs. I really like Taylor – Fred and I liked him way back in the auditions – so I’m rooting for him, but I was really disappointed to see Chris go, because I liked him a lot, as well. I do like Katherine, though, because I think she’s just cute as a button (she has a little to learn when it comes to dressing herself, though, because I swear to GOD every shirt she wears makes her look pregnant, so she needs a little help in that area), but I don’t think she’s as good a singer as Taylor is. JUST MY OPINION, FOLKS.
Robyn, I’m reading your archives from last year when you had all the little kittens (awwww!) I wondered if you had any experience and/or advice for something that our kittens are doing. They’re about 12 weeks old, and they’re perfectly well litter trained, but sometimes they play in the litter boxes, pouncing on the litter or digging frantically even though they don’t have to go. Any thoughts? I’m guessing it’s normal, but I have to admit that it stresses me out a bit. They sometimes just lounge in there, too. Weird!
It’s totally normal. All of our foster kitties did that very same thing (Tommy LOVED to hang out in the litter box. I think he even fell asleep in it at one point), and they all grew out of it. I’m sure your babies will grow out of it, too. It stressed me out a little, too, because – well – it’s nas-TAY for little kittens to hang out where they poop and pee. I don’t know what the attraction is, but like I said, I’m sure they’ll grow out of it.
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Fred and I went back to Brahan Spring Park in Huntsville yesterday because the weather was pretty nice – though a little windy – and he had a yen to do some more fishing. I sat in the car for a while, then he called me from his cell phone and told me I should come keep him company, so I did. While I sat with him – about ten or fifteen minutes – he caught three bream. They were small, so he threw them back, but it was nice to see him catching something.
While he was fishing, a mother and her son (I assume – I guess she could have been an aunt or babysitter or nanny) came along. The kid was, I don’t know, maybe five or six years old. And as we stood there, Fred OBVIOUSLY fishing, the kid picked up rocks and started throwing them at the bobber attached to Fred’s hook. After the first rock, Fred and I gave each other A Look, and I glanced over at the mother/ aunt/ babysitter/ nanny, who was very carefully not looking in our direction at all.
And then the little shit threw another rock. And another one. And another one. And Fred and I gave each other “Do you fucking believe this?” looks, and I so very much wanted to yell at the mother/ whatever “Are you FUCKING kidding me? This big lake, and your evil spawn has to throw rocks RIGHT HERE?”, but of course I didn’t, and Fred didn’t say anything to her, because of course if either of us had, we would have been the ones who looked like assholes. And we might have expected Mommy/ Whatever to tell the Little Prince “no” and, well, we can’t have THAT.
People drive me fucking NUTS sometimes.
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I’ve been trying to get the house ready for my parents’ arrival tomorrow. I spent – I shit you not – two hours tossing shit out of the dining room. I had no IDEA we had so much crap in there, and I ended up tossing about three garbage bags full of stuff. It looks better, but it doesn’t look TWO HOURS OF WORK better, I’ll tell you that.
I’m planning to take it easy today – clean out the refrigerator, the microwave, under the kitchen sink, and possibly the pantry – and then tomorrow I need to scrub down the spud’s bathroom, replace her shower liner, and get the guest bedroom ready for my parents (ie: make the bed, toss the old, crappy, barfed-upon blankets that are on the bed, move the luggage out of the closet so they can use it, and clean up around the spud’s computer). I had thought that I wanted to use the steam cleaner on the carpet upstairs and in the computer room, but I’m just NOT that motivated.
I don’t know what the situation will be like as far as entries next week. I’ll try to get at least short ones up most days, but I may not be able to. I’ll do my best, and as usual, the notify list
will be the first to know!
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Mister Boogers gets the upper paw.
Is it just me, or does Sugarbutt look a little like a cow here?
All of today’s uploaded pictures are hither
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: We’re foster parents.
: Because WHY HAD IT NOT OCCURRED TO ME TO THROW MYSELF DOWN THE MOUNTAIN TO AVOID THE CONCERT???
: The words “ass ugly” were invented to describe these shoes.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
: She hasn’t claimed boredom since. ]]>