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Wednesday, April 2, 2008
*cheese*
While surfing around the net today I found an interesting site. Apparently being able to cover your body with tattoos isn't enough for the world... you can now also tattoo your TEETH!!
Just what everyone needs: A celebrity's face in your grin!
Although the idea is rather strange to me it made me ponder who's face I'd put on my tooth... were the desire to hit me. I bet they could put my dog on a tooth. Stylin'!
Ms.B
Just what everyone needs: A celebrity's face in your grin!
Although the idea is rather strange to me it made me ponder who's face I'd put on my tooth... were the desire to hit me. I bet they could put my dog on a tooth. Stylin'!
Ms.B
Monday, March 31, 2008
Chillin' with my Cat
Cutie Face is NOT a fan of the camera. Stockton doesn't care about it. Basil tried to rub himself all over it (you'll notice his black tail in the right, lower part of the screen at one point. And that is Chloe, the Wiener, barking in the background.
There is something about watching a kitten at play that just tugs on the ol' heart strings.
......
Note to self: It's time to re-rope the legs on our cat tree. It's looking pretty scraggly. Thank goodness the cats use it though! Otherwise our furniture would be reduced to nothing but some shredded cloth and fire wood.
The Game Needs Us
As we were leaving the grocery store this past weekend, the DH and I were approached by a friendly looking man who handed us a CD and explained that while he couldn't legally SELL it to us, he was looking for small donations and trying to spread the word about he and his cousin who are trying to catch a break in the music industry. We were amused by his story and handed over the few bucks we had on us.
Once inside our car, we inserted the disc, The Game Needs Us, into our player and for the entire drive back to the Haven we were subjected to the most pathetic rap we have ever heard in our lives.
Every other word was "Shit" , "F%$k" or something about "yo mother". I know that to have street cred, rappers have to include some potty language in their music (unless you are Will Smith). But really now, somewhere in the mix shouldn't you tell a story or convey some form of message to your listeners? We heard over half the 'album' as we were driving and the only phrase we can remember, that doesn't include the swears, is "Chillin with my duck". Whatever that means.
Quack.
Ms.B
Once inside our car, we inserted the disc, The Game Needs Us, into our player and for the entire drive back to the Haven we were subjected to the most pathetic rap we have ever heard in our lives.
Every other word was "Shit" , "F%$k" or something about "yo mother". I know that to have street cred, rappers have to include some potty language in their music (unless you are Will Smith). But really now, somewhere in the mix shouldn't you tell a story or convey some form of message to your listeners? We heard over half the 'album' as we were driving and the only phrase we can remember, that doesn't include the swears, is "Chillin with my duck". Whatever that means.
Quack.
Ms.B
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
For the best
They're heeeere.
In true dramatic fashion, Tink joined our zoo on Friday evening. She's cute. She's charming. She's laid back. She's... male. Swift action was taken and soon
Stockton.
And so it is that we have a little BOY! Along for the adventure, at least temporarily, is his sister "Cutie Face". We've not bothered to give her a real name since she will be joining a new forever-family this coming Friday. I took a few pictures of her and created an adorable bio and placed them on a local Classified website. Within ten minutes I had multiple calls on her and she was claimed. I hope and pray that the nice woman who called about her follows through with her desire to have the kitty and really shows up to take her. I suppose if she flakes out on us it won't take long for a bunch more people to offer to take her a week from now. And in the mean time we are enjoying her. Loving her to bits. All without the horrific thought of over-bonding and not being able search for a home for her since we're in love. She's spoken for. She's taken. Now we can just enjoy her while she helps
How fun.
Now is normally the time in our "Add to the Zoo" process where I insist that this will be the LAST addition. Since that statement always seems to jinx us horribly, I will remain silent and just PRAY that this is the case. We really do have just enough critters to love now, don't we? Four cats. Three Dogs. It's enough. Yes, yes it is.
Ms.B
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Observation... again.
My mother and I are more alike than I realized.
Ever since my parents began denying my requests for the kitty, I've been venting my frustrations to the DH.
Don't they WANT a good home for their cat?
We had a cat with goopy eyes just like Tink has and we are pros and giving the medicine to fix it.
We'd give her such a great home.
She'd have so many friends here.
We already have all the supplies to care for another cat!!
.....
The DH was a wonderful listener and just nodded his head in agreement with me the whole time I gnashed my teeth in frustration.
Today, while talking to my mother she made all these same points as we were talking. It reminded me how alike we are. The "alikeness" is probably what makes us clash so much.
I am turning into my mother!
Ever since my parents began denying my requests for the kitty, I've been venting my frustrations to the DH.
Don't they WANT a good home for their cat?
We had a cat with goopy eyes just like Tink has and we are pros and giving the medicine to fix it.
We'd give her such a great home.
She'd have so many friends here.
We already have all the supplies to care for another cat!!
.....
The DH was a wonderful listener and just nodded his head in agreement with me the whole time I gnashed my teeth in frustration.
Today, while talking to my mother she made all these same points as we were talking. It reminded me how alike we are. The "alikeness" is probably what makes us clash so much.
I am turning into my mother!
Insanity. Pure Insanity.
!
No No NONONO!! was my parents' reply when I begged for the kitten the first time I first saw her.
You have too many animals already! Give us a grand baby instead!
Each time the DH and I have visited their home I've pointed out Tink and said "That's MY kitty." And each time they've shook their heads and rejected mybegging groveling whining kind requests.
I'd sit there on the floor playing with Tink (nickname from.. I know not where), Cutie Face (because she has one) and Howler (because she does) and just dream of kittiness. I'd give my parents lots of helpful advice on the cats and just pray they'd catch on at what a great animal mommy I am. Words can't express the pride I felt when the mommy cat wanted my water-softened kitten kibble more than the sliced turkey my dad was offering her. And I helped the kittens start their weening process also, which made me happy. But still... no kitty for me! *WAAH*
Yesterday I finally resigned myself to the fact that I was likely INSANE to want another cat. After all, I was the one who was so against getting Fluffy last year. Why should I protest a third cat and then beg for a fourth? Makes no sense, right?
DH doesn't know since he's at home sound asleep, but my mother just called and gave me permission to take Tink. PROVIDED that I also take Cutie Face and help her find a good home. Heaven help us if we ended up bonding to her and can't give her up. AHH!! Five CATS? Howler, for the record will be staying with my parents. They will spay her and she and her mommy can live happily ever after, hunting the mice that keep trying to live in my daddy's shop. Wonder if she'll end up with a better name than "Howler".
My head is spinning.
Ms.B
meow
No No NONONO!! was my parents' reply when I begged for the kitten the first time I first saw her.
You have too many animals already! Give us a grand baby instead!
Each time the DH and I have visited their home I've pointed out Tink and said "That's MY kitty." And each time they've shook their heads and rejected my
I'd sit there on the floor playing with Tink (nickname from.. I know not where), Cutie Face (because she has one) and Howler (because she does) and just dream of kittiness. I'd give my parents lots of helpful advice on the cats and just pray they'd catch on at what a great animal mommy I am. Words can't express the pride I felt when the mommy cat wanted my water-softened kitten kibble more than the sliced turkey my dad was offering her. And I helped the kittens start their weening process also, which made me happy. But still... no kitty for me! *WAAH*
Yesterday I finally resigned myself to the fact that I was likely INSANE to want another cat. After all, I was the one who was so against getting Fluffy last year. Why should I protest a third cat and then beg for a fourth? Makes no sense, right?
DH doesn't know since he's at home sound asleep, but my mother just called and gave me permission to take Tink. PROVIDED that I also take Cutie Face and help her find a good home. Heaven help us if we ended up bonding to her and can't give her up. AHH!! Five CATS? Howler, for the record will be staying with my parents. They will spay her and she and her mommy can live happily ever after, hunting the mice that keep trying to live in my daddy's shop. Wonder if she'll end up with a better name than "Howler".
My head is spinning.
Ms.B
meow
Friday, March 21, 2008
Professionalism at its Finest
An upbeat, nice, friendly gal came and applied for a job here at the care center two days ago. Yesterday afternoon, while I was helping with sack lunch, she came back for an interview with the program director and the afternoon supervisor. They backed up my opinion that she seemed great. This morning, when I arrived at work, there was a note with her application stating "Offer this girl a job!". And so I dialed her phone number.
RING RING RING
And then the answering machine clicked on.
"Shag's Abortion Clinic. You make em, we scrape em. No fetus can beat us! Please leave a message after the beep!"
.......................
!!!
Regardless of anyone's stance on touchy subjects like abortion, don't ya think you'd create a generic phone message when you are job hunting and receiving calls from potential employers?
Or maybe I'm just too sensitive.
I'll give her another call later. Maybe she'll be home this time. If not... perhaps I'll leave a message.
Ms.B
RING RING RING
And then the answering machine clicked on.
"Shag's Abortion Clinic. You make em, we scrape em. No fetus can beat us! Please leave a message after the beep!"
.......................
!!!
Regardless of anyone's stance on touchy subjects like abortion, don't ya think you'd create a generic phone message when you are job hunting and receiving calls from potential employers?
Or maybe I'm just too sensitive.
I'll give her another call later. Maybe she'll be home this time. If not... perhaps I'll leave a message.
Ms.B
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Not sure...
The girl seemed familiar to me. And when our eyes met she smiled as if she recognized me too. But we didn't stop to talk. Just smiled and kept walking.
I wonder who the hell she was.
I wonder who the hell she was.
I'm positive it was Jam she wanted...
and that's what she got in her lunch today when she neglected to come down to make it herself.
Enjoy your sandwich tomorrow, Miss L.
Ain't I a stinker?
Ms.B
p.s. The tuna/honey would have been more exciting but I am too much of a poosie to risk getting in trouble.
Enjoy your sandwich tomorrow, Miss L.
Ain't I a stinker?
Ms.B
p.s. The tuna/honey would have been more exciting but I am too much of a poosie to risk getting in trouble.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Adventures in Sack Lunch
Ms.B: Hello, Miss L. What kind of sandwich do you want to make for your lunch tomorrow?
Miss L.: What kind do you got?
Ms.B: Turkey and Peanut Butter
Miss L.: Peanut Butter.
Ms.B: *knows she likes Honey and always picks it* Would you like honey with your peanut butter?
Miss L.: I want Jam today.
Ms.B: *surprised at the Jam request* You want JAM today?
Miss L.: YES!
Ms.B: Okay! *begins to scoop jam into a small cup so Miss L can spread it on her sandwich*
Miss L.: What are you doing? I said I wanted HONEY!
Ms.B: No you didn't, you said... *bites tongue* .... okay. Here is some honey then.
.............................
If looks could kill I'd be in jail right now. Miss L does this to me at LEAST once a month. Next time she neglects to come down to make her lunch I'll make her a "Tuna & Honey" sandwich. BWWA HAHA.
But really now...
Ms.B
Miss L.: What kind do you got?
Ms.B: Turkey and Peanut Butter
Miss L.: Peanut Butter.
Ms.B: *knows she likes Honey and always picks it* Would you like honey with your peanut butter?
Miss L.: I want Jam today.
Ms.B: *surprised at the Jam request* You want JAM today?
Miss L.: YES!
Ms.B: Okay! *begins to scoop jam into a small cup so Miss L can spread it on her sandwich*
Miss L.: What are you doing? I said I wanted HONEY!
Ms.B: No you didn't, you said... *bites tongue* .... okay. Here is some honey then.
.............................
If looks could kill I'd be in jail right now. Miss L does this to me at LEAST once a month. Next time she neglects to come down to make her lunch I'll make her a "Tuna & Honey" sandwich. BWWA HAHA.
But really now...
Ms.B
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