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Every time I go to type in “livejournal”, it comes out as “live
rjournal” instead. Now THAT would be a fascinating journal, wouldn’t it?
11/16/06
Today I processed some Tylenol. I told her she wasn’t supposed to be taking Tylenol because it makes Me work too hard and I am a fragile organ, but the bitch never listens to Me. I think I’ll turn dark-gray and make her start having diarrhea just to fuck with the bitch.
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Questions and comments, answered:
You know what I found the funniest thing about your day. That you actually RANG your husband from outside the house. LOL!
What, I’m supposed to go inside and get him? That’s WAY too much effort for me! I’ve actually been known to call him on his cell phone when we’re both inside the house, me upstairs and he downstairs, just to ask him a question or remind him of something.
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Here’s a random question (that you’ve probably addressed before, but in the years I’ve read, I don’t think I’ve seen): We know how you & The Spud came to AL to be with Fred, but I’m curious to know if Fred is originally from Alabama? And if so, does he speak with a southern twang? Obviously I’ve never spoken to him, but from his pictures he doesn’t look like someone who speaks with a drawl.
Fred’s lived in Alabama his entire life, bouncing back and forth between Huntsville (where his Dad lives) and Decatur (where his Mom used to live). He does have a slight Southern accent, but he decided as a child that he didn’t want to have a strong drawl, so he trained himself to talk without one – or mostly without one, actually.
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Do the kitties wander up and down the steps as the sun moves? That’d be too funny if they did.
No, that’s too much effort for them. They’ll flop down in the biggest sun puddle and fall asleep, but if they wake up and are no longer in the sun, they’ll go climb in a cat bed or up onto my desk to fall back asleep.
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Isn’t Lisb0n High School where Stephen King graduated? I played basketball in high school and remember traveling to LHS for games and seeing/hearing that somewhere.
Yep, Stephen King is a Lisb0n High School graduate. In fact, several of my high school teachers went to school with him, and although probably none of them ever gave him a second look while they were actually IN high school with him, they’d talk about him to us like they were his best friends.
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I like your new t-shirt but it seems to me that it would be more accurate if it said that the world was annoying YOU, one idiot at a time…. thus necessitating your move to the country, and the way you hate to stand in checkout lines, and all the other ways the public pisses you (and me) off.
If I ever see a “World, you’re pissing me off, one dumbass at a time” t-shirt, I very well might have to buy it.
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I think I mentioned that I listen to my iPod while I’m working at the Smallville house. I’m doing my best to get caught up on
Keith and the Girl podcasts, though I seem to be falling further and further behind, despite the fact that I usually listen to several hours on Saturdays and Sundays.
The Girl – Chemda – briefly had a song popular in the clubs a few years back. Her “club name” was Caprice, and at the end of one of the podcasts, they played her song. I liked it a lot, and immediately came home to download the song.
Except it wasn’t available on iTunes, and I couldn’t find anyplace online to download it. Finally, I thought to look on eBay, and found the CD for sale with something like seven versions of the one song. I bought it for a couple of dollars, and when it arrived I immediately took it out to my car so I could listen to it while I was doing errands.
I LOVE that freakin’ song. LOVE IT. I listen to at least one version every time I drive anywhere, and just can’t get enough of it.
Another song brought to me by Keith and the Girl (one that’s actually available in the iTunes store) is Summertime, sung by
Brother Love. That’s another one I’ve started to really like – every time I open iTunes, I listen to it at least once.
(In fact, I just went and started it playing. And now I’m wondering why I have not one, not two, but THREE versions of Britney Spears’ Me Against the Music. What the hell?)
Anyway, I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again – if you’re looking for an entertaining podcast, I recommend Keith and the Girl.
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I’m
so not looking forward to tomorrow. We’ve got a guy coming out to leave a dump truck in our driveway (I always mistype “driveway” as “driveaway” and have to go back and fix it. Grrrr.), and we’re going to spend the day loading up all the shit laying on the
driveaway driveway into the dump truck, along with things like the carpets from the upstairs rooms and whatever bushes I can get cut down before the guy comes to take the dump truck to the dump.
I suspect that, come Sunday morning, I’m going to be one hurting motherfucker.
At least my hip is feeling better. It was feeling much better yesterday morning when I woke up, though it still hurt a little. I was pretty relieved, because I’d decided I had (a) Rapid Onset Hip Cancer, (b) Rapid Onset Hip Arthritis, or (c) A Broken Hip (broken in a way that apparently didn’t involve falling in any way). Apparently what it really was was (d) A Pulled Muscle, Dumbass.
Who, me? A hypochondriac? Right. Like YOUR mind doesn’t immediately go to the Big C whenever you’re having the slightest bit of pain.
Here’s Doctor Robyn’s list of diagnoses. Who needs to get dressed and go to the doctor’s office?
Headache? Brain tumor.
Blurred vision? Brain tumor.
Diarrhea? Ass cancer.
Constipation? Ass cancer.
Tar-like poo? Ass cancer.
Normal poo? Ass cancer.
Back pain? Spinal cancer.
Coughing? No, that’s not cat hair caught in your throat. That’s throat cancer.
Wrist pain? Ankle pain? Leg or arm pain? Bone cancer.
Aching tailbone? Tailbone cancer.
Ringing in your ears? Ear cancer.
Frizzy hair? Flat hair? Curly hair? Hair cancer.
That’ll be a hundred dollars, please. Don’t make me send the bill collectors after you!
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With all the comfy cat beds spread throughout the house, why NOT sleep on a hard, cold mantel?
Brudderly love.
All of today’s uploaded pictures are
here.
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Previously
2005: Cat hair on the seat of your pants! It’s the Next Big Thing!
2004: Do you suppose that cats realize that when we kiss them, it’s a sign of affection?
2003: NAS-TAY.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Thanks, y’all, for your emails regarding hamster sex.
1999: So, I didn’t get the kitten.]]>