Monthly Archives: April 2011

In honor of the Royal Wedding, a wedding related post. About me, not William and Kate. Sorry guys but you have enough web-related wedding content already.

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Rawr!  I'm slightly irritated and a little bit annoyed!

Rawr! I'm slightly irritated and a little bit annoyed!

For our wedding last September, Adam and I decided to take pictures before the ceremony so we could get a bunch in and worry more about the party after the ceremony instead of where to stand and who to look at.

This meant that we spent a couple of hours with our awesome photographer and her assistant, Adam’s brother Lee, my brother Ben, my friend Sarah, my cousin Kaitlyn, and then our two tag alongs, Sarah’s husband Dave and Kaitlyn’s boyfriend Tom who I secretly flew in for the wedding.  Dave and Tom were the helpers while we did stuff, and even held up a blanket to make the “reveal” at the top of the steps in the park where we met Adam a little more dramatic and tv-worthy…if we were being filmed or whatever.  Tom even came to the hair salon and was a good sport.  He declined on a make-over, though.

So anyway, we had such a fun time taking pictures and driving around, even despite my losing my kick ass earrings I spent a week shopping for online. (Adam found them in my car about a month after the wedding, go figure.  All I can say is thanks Kohl’s for great deals and some pretty cool vintagey looking earrings that I found in about 5 minutes!  Kohl’s really saved the day…never thought I’d say that.)

Sorry for the tangent, but we (maybe just me?) decided that I wasn’t a Bridezilla but more of a Babyzilla.  I really had a lot of fun that day but had tiny mini nearly inconsequential frustrations (what with losing the earrings and general timeliness and direction giving to all) that thereby defined me as a Babyzilla.

Adam doesn’t like this cattoon because he doesn’t get it.  He thinks it sounds like I’m a ‘zilla for babies and I should have used Baby Bridezilla, but that doesn’t flow off the tongue as nicely.  Rawr!

Once I get my pictures back I’ll have to post a funny shot we all took where I posed as a Babyzilla (yes, we made a pose and have a specific way you have to say Babyzilla).

I think my cousin Kaitlyn and her boyfriend Tom appreciated it the most.  We had the most fun with Babyzilla, so THERE Adam.  It is hilarious and does make sense.  At least to nerds like us (sorry guys).

Who doesn’t love pseudoscience?

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No caption necessary.

Adam told me about a professor he had once who told them that color affects people.  Yes, I agree.  Certain colors affect you when you see them (citation, please?).  But no, Adam swears that the guy said that the wavelengths of light from objects that bounce back at you, like from sheets or clothes, will affect you.

This, I have problems with.

No, it is entirely possible that Adam ended up enjoying a bit of an exaggeration in his story, as he has been known to do unintentionally; which I hope is the case.  Because that other  “scientific” idea just sounds plain crazy and I have never seen any evidence/research to support that.

Correct me if I’m wrong, people, but really.  I hate pseudoscience.

Like, what’s with those arm bands that “make you” more balanced?  Or those foot pads that “take out” toxins from your feet?

I mean, I’m all for well founded alternative medicine, but this is ridiculous and I can only hope I can someday create some idea that I can purport as science and end up swimming in a pool of money like Scrooge McDuck (awesome show, by the way).

This guy has a bright future ahead of him, I think.

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He's like a spy.

He's like a spy.

On our honeymoon, Adam and I stopped in Bar Harbor for a bit.  I had no idea it was such a port town and there were travelers everywhere.  And where there are travelers, there are happy birds.  Seagulls and pigeons were just chilling all over the place, expecting a handout.

There was one such bird that Adam and I named Nubby.  Why?  Because little Nubs only had one leg.

To help him improve his situation, I decided to create a few new options for him if he should need a new leg.  Nubby is no ordinary pigeon and need a more than ordinary leg.

He is also very confident in himself, apparently.

He is also very confident in himself, apparently.

You can't really tell from this picture but he totally is missing a leg.

You can't really tell from this picture but he totally is missing a leg.

Someday you WILL be seeing me like this. I guarantee it.

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C'est chic, n'est pas?

C'est chic, n'est pas?

Let me start out by saying that this idea is NOT my own.  I swear.  I saw my neighbor walking down the street with his cat in one of these strollers.  AND. THEN. I. WANTED. ONE.

This idea will come to fruition for me and you will see us strolling someday.

It sounds a bit strange and crazy, I know, but I think it really might catch on.  Jk, it is crazy and totally won’t catch on but I seriously don’t care.

Is this what it’s like?

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Bah, humbug!

Bah, humbug!

Last year we went on vacation with some friends.  When we were on the plane, they got bumped up to first class because…well, I’m not so sure how these things work but Dave travels a lot and somehow gets ritzy privileges.

Anyway I decided to draw what I thought they were doing up there in first class while a baby screamed in my ear, a big dude pretty much slept on top of me, and my legs lost blood flow.

Ok, that last stuff was all made up.  I did indeed draw this cattoon, though.  That part was true.  What I suppose I’ll never know is if what I drew is true or not.

Confession: Ok, I DID get to go in first class once from Columbus to Detroit because they overbooked and I took a later flight.  It was seriously like 3 minutes long but I did get orange juice pretty quickly.

It’s a rainbow!

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What does it MEAN?

What does it MEAN?

To be honest I have no idea why I wrote this, or what I was thinking (no I don’t do drugs, thank you very much) but here it is.  And it’s 100% true.

On a side note, Adam and I did see a spectacular double rainbow on our honeymoon.  I have included a picture of proof.

O. M. G.

O. M. G.

And in case you think that’s some sort of stock photo, here is one of Adam and me.  Funny side note: I was trying to look awkward and all “thumbs-up”y and someone told me that was a really nice picture of us.  I guess that’s what happens when you just take awkward pictures all the time; people like the awkward ones.

Awkward?  You be the judge.

Awkward? You be the judge.

Because this pretty much just happened this morning when I was trying to sleep…

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It's kind of creepy.

It's kind of creepy.

Smudge must have learned some passive aggressiveness from Duncan because he’s really stepped up his game lately.

Smudge has learned that if he’s annoying, he’ll get attention.  Mostly because Adam will say something like, “NO, Smudgey,” then proceed to pick him up and then give him love.  Now I’m not saying this is Adam’s fault (yes, I am) but whatever has transpired in the past is now coming back and making Smudge even more annoying and well-trained.

He will now just sit and look at us while he’s doing the super annoying act, whether it’s pawing at a plastic bag or crunchy piece of paper, or sitting on top of the Playstation 3.

It’s not the kind of look where he’s just doing a dumb old cat stare into space;  this has intention, people.  He knows EXACTLY what he’s doing.

So we just ignore him now and he stops.  He might have learned a new skill but he doesn’t have quite the persistence Duncan has.  Yet.

Hear ye, hear ye! (Did you ever wonder how that was spelled? I didn’t until today, trying to figure out how to type it.)

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She would bite; that's why there's "Biterella" on there...

She would bite; that's why there's "Biterella" on there...

I just came back from hanging out with my mom tonight, so I’ll post something Mom related.

My mom got a kitten when I was about 10 years old.  Well, maybe I was like 11 or 12.  Anyway, my mom got a kitten when my brother and I were in our formative middle school-ish years.

She was a cute little kitten with a spot on her tiny head that was both the shape and color of a peanut.  That’s why we named her Peanut.  Original, I know.

Peanut may have looked cute but Peanut had quite a personality catality.  She might let you pet her for about 5 – 10 seconds, no exaggeration, after which time she would promptly bite your hand.  Every time.  Then she would run away.

For a while she would growl at, then proceed to chase, her tail.  A lot.  Now, I don’t want to divulge any of Peanuts secrets too much but she may have been on anti-psychotic medication.   I would have to jam a half a pill down her throat with my finger.  I got pretty good at doing it, too, which is saying a lot for doing that to a cat that will tolerate you touching her for mere seconds, let alone jamming a foreign object in her mouth and down her throat all while pretty much sitting on top of her to make it happen.

Needless to say, this medical therapy did not last long.

There’s not too much more to say about Peanut today, except that if she were a Golden Girl, she’d be Sophia.  Sassy, sharp-tongued, and not willing to deal with anyone else’s crap.  That’s Peanut.

Who doesn’t love a good neckerchief?

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Who doesn't love a good neckerchief?

Who doesn't love a good neckerchief?

Adam and I were at the airport just hanging out like people with layovers do.  As we were waiting a military dude and a dog came walking past us.  The dog was special in that s/he was wearing a neckerchief.

Adam declared, “Who doesn’t love a neckerchief?” and the rest is history.

Duncan is at it again with his supreme coaching skillz.

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Thanks Coach for intensifying my workout.

Thanks Coach for intensifying my workout.

I was starting up the ol’ P90X workouts again and was well into a legs and back routine.  I was pumped, sweaty and in it to win it.  Just as I was in the middle of my one-legged wall sit (yes, you read right…Tony Horton is a psycho) Duncan came up to check on my workout like always.

He seemed very interested in what I was doing and obviously wanted to help intensify my exercise experience.  As I was about to switch from my right leg raised to my left leg raised, Duncan jumped onto my lap.  Well, I had to keep going to I finished the 30 or so seconds, switching my legs every 10.  Duncan was a little unnerved at having to rebalance himself each time but still succeeded in staying put in my lap.  Way to go, Duncan…

When wall sits were over, Duncan decided it was time for me to continue my wall sitting session.  So he staying sitting on my lap purring.  I was supposed to move onto pull-ups but I don’t like those anyway.

Thanks, Duncan, for always looking out for my best physical fitness interests!

Oh…and in case you noticed, I do have Vibram FiveFingers shoes.  And I love them.  I’m not quite ready to adopt them into my everyday wardrobe but I like to wear them for walks, light hiking, working out, going to the zoo, running attempts (not really into running recently so it’s been a less than elegant experience), etc.  If you like being barefoot but dislike people staring at your feet or getting kicked out of stores, but also don’t mind people staring at your feet when you wear these shoes,  then these are for you!

For hilarity and inappropriateness I was hoping for a mistake to have been made.

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At least someone was thinking at Old Navy about this one before production.

At least someone was thinking at Old Navy about this one before production.

I was cruising around Old Navy and stopped to check out the sale items in the baby section.  Some of my closest friends are having babies and it’s thrown me into a bit of a baby frenzy; there’s so much cute stuff out there!  So now when I am at the store, I usually check out the baby items to scope out any good deals.

As I was taking a gander at the dresses and shoes and such I came up to a bunch of onesies that were hanging up.  Each of the astrological signs was represented with a cute little image on the front and the name for that month.  Cool if you care about any of that junk, which I really don’t, but I took a look anyway.  Since I am a Cancer (My birthday is coming up this summer.  I expect presents…..ok, I don’t but I thought it would be funny to sound like a jerk.) I figured I should check out the onesie that I might have worn.  I skipped past Virgo, which said “Mommy’s little Virgo” on the tush; skipped past Pisces, with “Mommy’s little Pisces” on the tush…..and my brain. got. a. little. concerned.

Would they REALLY put “Mommy’s little Cancer” on the butt of a onesie?  I really hope they didn’t for obvious reasons, but I secretly hoped they did for hilarious reasons.

I find the onesie, giddy with excitement…..

and…..

it said……

Drink. Your. Ovaltine?!

Just kidding.  It said, “Mommy’s little baby.”  Good choice, Old Navy.  Well played.

Oh, tartar sauce…

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Oh...I guess I'll just see you later then...

Oh...I guess Ill just see you later then...

I’ll be the first to admit it; I wasn’t always such a wonderful cat mom in my early years as a cat mom.  I got Duncan when I was 20 in college.  He’s lived quite the adventurous life involving something like 8 apartments with multiple cats and a crazy little dog who tried to eat him.

He also has had lots of friends of the human variety to live with.  One of those friends is also my friend.  Her name is Jessi.  Jessi is also on my informal typo crew/is my informal typo crew; she sends me emails of mistakes I’ve made, haha.  I didn’t think I needed one, but Jessi showed me otherwise.

Here is her email from my April Fools prank.  I laugh whenever she writes to me.  She should start a blog, or at least I’ll have her as a guest.  Her email was titled: I hate you.  Ouch (but then I found out that was like an April Fools joke).

You’re a jerk. I was totally revolted and surprised and perplexed and…and…yuck. I’m glad that the grammatical nonsense was a prank. I thought you were getting sick. You know that’s the only April fools joke anyone played on me and it’s April 2 when I’m reading your blog. Lame.
P.S. I don’t really hate you, but I can’t say that I wasn’t mildly annoyed at your crazy behavior at first. Then I was relieved that you didn’t make all of those mistakes…mistakenly. Then I thought it was kind of clever and cute. Now I’m just sad because I think the humor will be lost on most. Oh well, happy April! You’re forgiven.

It’s cool though.  I appreciate her help since I generally just type all stream-of-consciousness (if you haven’t figured that out already) and generally can’t be bothered to go check it over when I publish it to the world.  Eh.  Lazy?  Perhaps.  Disinterested with details?  Yes.

So anyway, Duncan and I were more like roommates than a cat mom and her cat son.  Jessi kind of stepped into that cat mom role and Duncan ate it up.  Now I’m not jealous or anything now….but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous back in college.

Duncan would saunter in and out of her bedroom all the time without so much as a tail whap in my direction.  I don’t think she was trying to steal him from me or trying to one-up me in cat whispering or anything;  I just wasn’t an attentive cat mom and Jessi had the right stuff that Duncan was looking for emotionally.  She was also good at petting him and he liked it.

So anyway, thanks Jessi for teaching me what a good cat mom looks like and I attribute Duncan’s and my fabulous relationship to the skills you taught me when I was sitting alone in my room while you were playing with Duncan.  Oh, tartar sauce.

But seriously, no hard feelings.  😀

In honor of Jessi, I also have elicited the use of sarcasm in this post.  She’s really good at that, too.

Duncan never cared about that bag until Smudge was all up in its business.

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Crunch crunch crunch.

Crunch crunch crunch.

Sooooo, I really have little to say about this except that this was the only love this bag got from the cats and it was mostly because Smudge likes to burrow and because of cat jealousy.

Duncan may be paving the way for a new Olympic Sport.

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This is a big time sport, yo.

This is a big time sport, yo.

Duncan has started a delightful little hobby.  I love it.  He….pillow runs.  When Smudge gets nervous/anxious/startled/whathaveyou he likes to obsessively scratch the scratch post.  When Duncan get excited lately, he likes to pillow run.

He sprints over to the couch, with big eyes, ears back, and prepares himself for an event that is mind-blowing and physically taxing.  His body flattens out as he prepares his stance, he finds a pillow and starts running.  This can last anywhere from 5 – 30 seconds.

He’s really good at it.   I’m not sure how someone wins at pillow running, but Duncan would be a top champ if there were rules.

I could have made a new friend, but instead I just got panicked.

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Panic is always a good reaction.

Panic is always a good reaction.

I was on my way to work one day when I saw what I assumed might kill me.  As I quickly made my way back to the apartment I cried out to Adam to rescue me.  I just imagined that as I would have stepped over it, it would leap up and attach itself to my body using its sharp teeth.

Adam zipped into action, grabbing a pan and a spoon.  I became severely concerned imagining yet again the scenario in my head.  This time Adam was bashing in the head of some little critter.  Though I didn’t want rabies I also didn’t want the blood of some little rabid animal on my hands…or our stairs.

I chased Adam out to make sure he wasn’t turning into Rambo and it just ended up that he was clanging it as a scare tactic.  Ah….real effective.

As he was clang-clang-clanging away, the could-be-raccoon/squirrel/wombat turned out to be a cat!  It was cute, totally frightened, and just sat there.  The stair cat didn’t even move when accosted with a pan and spoon concert.

I would have loved to chat with the kitty but I was running late so I just gingerly stepped over it and went on my way.

A little later Adam felt bad and decided to see if it was ok.  Instead of the cat sprinting down the stairs like a scared cat would, it jumped down a flight of steps and then jumped from the second floor balcony to the ground.   Adam said he could hear it go “whump” as the air puffed out of her  Poor little gal.

Adam felt bad again and left food and water out for our new friend.  I don’t think she ever came back because she was too terrified or she died.  I hope not the latter.  Sorry to bum you all out.  *cue SNL Debbie Downer zoom-in*  Waaaah waaaaah.

Adventures in Grocerystoreland: Do we have enough eggs?

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Kids today...

Kids today...

Adam likes to tell me funny things he hears in the grocery store.  This time there was a teenager with his mom and little sister and the mom had a cart FULL of food and this teen boy was not having any of it.  He was irritated, tired of shopping/being seen with his mom, and not going to sit idly by while his mom was frivolously browsing the store.

I suppose she didn’t really have 10 eggs in her cart but it’s still pretty rude funny.

Something so small can make me so weirded out.

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So strange.

So strange.

 

I don’t know if your cats do this or not, but Duncan will sometimes sit with his tail perfectly straight and without moving it at all.  This doesn’t sound like it would be weird, but trust me, it is.  It makes me think about how weird it is that he is always moving it and that is becomes strange when he doesn’t move it.

Bizarre.  The little things that seem so insignificant make my world go ’round.

Another reason my cat is a cross-species organism.

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Rawr, part deux
Rawr, part deux

To be totally honest, I have no idea what Duncan did to inspire this cattoon, but I seem to recall something about learning about bears getting into food even if the food has been tied up in a tree.  I think of those wily bears opening all sorts of treats and it reminds of what Duncan does.  We really do have to put certain food up in the cupboard to avoid finding cookie remnants on the ground in the morning.

Earlier I explored Duncan’s bear-like qualities and I think this is just another piece of information that leads me further into knowing why my cat is such a weirdo.

Please keep your cats INDOORS, please. If not, you run the risk of this girl entering your life.

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Cute? Or pathological?

Cute? Or pathological?

My dad told me about a little girl in his neighborhood who has gotten a reputation.  She’s about ten and awkward, and you know how much I like awkward kids.

Anyway, she has been known to cruise the neighborhood surveying the area for “lost” cats.  She then “rescues” them, which also includes asking everyone if they know whose cat it is and taking it home.

I really hope that this wasn’t me when I was growing up and that my dad is just trying to remind me of my past in a gentle indirect way.  Firstly, because I’d like to think I’d remember being that cool, and secondly, because I never got to keep any of those cats…oh, except one.  I suppose I did find a cat that repeatedly came to the park my friend Sarah worked at for a pre-school camp.  In fairness, the cat came over and over and was so hungry I could tell that she needed a home.

So, this story really isn’t about me, since I was in high school, not fifth grade.  And, I really knew she was homeless…I think.  Also, my mom really needed a new cat so it was totally valid.

Ok, so I just realized that my attempt to make fun of a crazy little girl became yet another “joke’s on me.”  Oh, fiddlesticks!

If you like Sunny, you’ll understand the caption to this cattoon (although it is totally irrelevant).

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Day Cat...ahh ahhh ahhhhh, fighter of the night cat....ahh ahhh ahhhhh, champion of the nap....

Day Cat...ahh ahhh ahhhhh, fighter of the night cat....ahh ahhh ahhhhh, champion of the nap....

 

Why is it that once the sun sets, my cats go bonkers like they’re auditioning for a G rated version of Cats Gone Wild?

When I would like to play with them, they would rather loaf about (Duncan really is into crossing his front paws like that now, haha).  But as soon as the sun goes down, it’s race around here, and paw-paw-paw this, and jump-run-jump there.

Yes, I get that cats are nocturnal but I still would like to complain about their wild behavior.  Those hooligans.

Awkward years are the best years.

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Faves!
Faves!

Today, one of my best friends is having a baby shower for her very first baby!  In honor of this momentous occasion, I would like to reflect a bit on her past.

Sarah is a a beautiful woman now but we’ve all had our awkward middle school/high school years, and yes, Sarah did.

This is my interpretation of her as a middle schooler.   She told me how much she loved komodo dragons and angels.  That was enough right there to draw a picture of it.

Remember how I told you about how I wrote multiple papers on Siamese cats?  The second was only because I was going to do a paper on the Great Depression in eighth grade but it was too depressing (true story) so I chose to write about how Siamese cats make good pets.  Have I ever had one?  No.  But was I convinced of their pet-worthiness and of sharing that information with my teachers?  Yes.

Well, Sarah had to write a paper with a persuasive element, too.  She decided to write about angels being real.  I’d like to point out that this was a research-based paper; her teacher pointed this out, too.  Sarah’s teacher tried to convince her that this might not be the best decision for a research paper, but Sarah in her infinite (yet lovable) stubbornness said, “Nope.  I’m going to do it.  Someone else already did a paper like this, so I’ll be fine.”

Oh, Sarah.  Hahha.  Luckily for me as her friend, she has moved on to a wider variety of interests that I can share an interest in, too.  Sometimes.

Is this weird that this is one of my favorite memories?

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Fun!
Fun!

 

Growing up there was a park near my house right on Lake Erie.  As gross as the lake can be, it also provided hours of fun and entertainment.

I would go with my friends and dig around in the sand, climb on the rocks, play on the playground, and schtuff.  One particular day my friends and I found a HUGE smelly dead fish washed up on the beach.  We decided we’d do the right thing and bury it in the sand.

Hey, I never said I always made smart information-based decisions (plus, I was like 10).  I felt pretty awesome once we got it buried, though.

Cats might be perceived as evil in movies and whatnot…but they just might be.

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Mwahahaha!

Mwahahaha!

Adam and I were at our local Fresh Market (which kicks ace, by the way) and I stumbled upon the impulse buys of impulse buys.  And for those of you who know me, impulse is kind of my thing.

What I saw might delight some of you, shock others, and further, might insult some of your very tastes.

It was…..

A milk chocolate bar with bacon in it.

Yes, you read right.

I honestly don’t know what the big dealio is with bacon lately in popular culture, but I like it.  I’d also like to be clear that center cut bacon is awesome, and bacon has to be crispy to be good.  You may disagree with me, but you’d be wrong.

Anyway, I decided not to buy it (with some persuasion from Adam who is my impulse control sometimes), especially because it was $7.00.

Before I move from NC I think I might have to go buy one.  But it won’t be an impulse buy this time – premeditated chocolate bar purchase.

Ok, so I was talking with my brother Ben about this, and he had a brilliant idea…thus, this cattoon.  Seriously, what dog wouldn’t go bananas for bacon?

Thanks, brotha!

And, yes, I will tell you all how that candy bar is when I do buy it.

This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship…

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I'll trade you this hotdog for that string cheese.
I’ll trade you this hotdog for that string cheese.

Our friends Jen and Mark just got a cute new baby Siamese cat.  What you may not know about me is that I have written two research papers about Siamese cats in my past (yeah, it was in middle school….more on that later…) so I was very excited to meet Walter.

I’ve also learned that Walter is really into eating, JUST LIKE DUNCAN!!!

Here is what I would imagine happening if they were at school together.  They would find each other at the lunch table and trade snacks to their little hearts’ content.

Best. Friends.

Or perhaps mortal enemies.  They might become enemies in a fight for the best food.  That’s possible, too, but I like to think on the bright side of things if I can.

 

This was a one time show; I’m honored I got to witness it.

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Engaaaaaaaaaaaaaaage!
Engaaaaaaaaaaaaaaage!

Duncan was sitting really strangely one day with his feet widespread like a little linebacker.  He breathed in with vigor and then let it rip.  Ew.  Don’t be gross.  He did a POWER MEOW.  I think it was vital that his feet were so far apart.  It really helped with intensifying the meow.

He was really proud, I could tell.  It must have been his pride and glory because he hasn’t attempted it again; must not have wanted to be unable to reach his own high expectations.  He is a cat of quality, not quantity.  Unless it’s food.

Best birthday party, EVER!

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Champagne and caviar dreams.

Champagne and caviar dreams.

 

Last weekend Adam and I drove the hour or so to his cousins’ house for their beautiful daughter’s first birthday party.  She was cute and sweet, walking like a champ around the several elderly folk there.  No, they weren’t grandparents; just the friendly retirees from the neighborhood.

One guy left saying, “It’s too early for cocktails and too late for a nap, so it’s not a good time for me.”  Hahaha.  The party wasn’t all that wild I suppose, and most of the guests left after an hour, BUT…it was still the best party ever.

Namely, it was because Adam’s cousins recognized that this party needed a balance of baby and adult fun.  Yes, there was a fluffy party hat; yes, there was another baby there; yes, there was a cute cake in the shape of a one; and yes, there was champagne.

That’s right.  Champagne.  Best. Idea. For a baby’s party. Ever.

Bonus: because most of the guests went home for a nap there was champagne to spare for little old me.

The cobra from the Bronx Zoo has some ‘splaining to do.

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It's no fun being locked up in your room indefinitely...

It's no fun being locked up in your room indefinitely...

 

I was reading posts on Twitter and was inspired yet again to draw from one of them….thanks @TheDailyShow!

And I quote…

The escaped Bronx Zoo Cobra is officially recaptured. And totally grounded.

So, it looks like a certain little lady is going to be locked up with no privileges for a while.

I love you Duncan, but you’re disgusting.

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Duncan calls upon his bear strength to ensure a good quality pet.

Duncan calls upon his bear strength to ensure a good quality pet.

When Duncan wants a really good pet, he uses his Paw of Strength to hold my hand to his face/chest so that I definitely get to the right spots for his pets (chest is his favorite!) and that I don’t stop.  An added bonus is that when he’s really feelin’ good and the pets are just what he’s looking for, he drools.  Not just drool, but disgusting cat breath drool.  It’s nasty and I hate it.

I mean, I’m glad and all that he’s enjoying himself and we’re bonding and yadda, yadda, yadda, but I hate the drool.

 

Why would someone say that to someone else?!?!

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Awwww, shucks.

Awwww, shucks.

 

One day Adam and I were cooking in the kitchen and I hear, “Here, you old bean can.”  I was aghast and hurt that Adam would compare me to a can of beans.

Then I realized he actually said something about recycling the can from the beans we were cooking.

Oh.

There literally turning into monsters…

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I barely got out alive.
I barely got out alive.

Any teacher can tell u (well at least 99%; where 0.5% really really love there kids and the other 0.5% are either oblivious or in denial) that as much as they like there kids, when it gets close to a break we ALL need one.  I would be lying if I said that I wouldnt be excited with a little time away from the kiddos, especially since their literally turning into monsters.

Ok, i suppose I really mean that in a figurative sense but when a break comes, they turn into totally different beasts.  Some of them r hard to recognize from there typical selves; its like they’re brains no longer function normally and they go crazy losing all sense of human-hood.  Welcome to the Twilight Zone where you’re sense of reality is completely confusing and sort of normal but not.  It’s a bit off-putting and usually annoying, especially since I am suffering the same problem simultaneously, haha.

So in honor of going on break, hear are my monsters.  But these cattoons are totally cuter (8th graders kind of lose that cuteness factor).

 

P.S. APRIL FOOLS! I included some of my least favorite grammar/spelling as a prank (coincidentally, many that my students apparently love).  Mwahahaha!