Thursday, May 11, 2006
Teddy’s wisdom
"There are many ways of going forward, but only one way of standing still.”
- Theodore Roosevelt
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
The Lolita Experiment
Hypothesis: When Lolita the cat is under a glass table it’ll be fun to put a treat on top of the table because she might not realize there’s glass separating her from the treat. She will try to eat the treat through the glass and it will amuse millions.
Results of the test:
Friday, May 05, 2006
New Squatter
Slap my hand! I forgot to introduce my new blog squatter: Stumbling Through Life With Grace. -->
I visited her site and intended to write a clever, witty introduction, but the writer’s own description trumps just about anything I could come up with (especially after exhausting my wit muscle in yesterday’s rant):
Diary of a psychologically, analytical, neurotic, closet Bitch. Musings of a retired bad-girl, who unwittingly stumbled in to life as I know it today. (Material contains bad girl tales, daily life, psycho babble, venting, and some adult content. Mature audiences only.)
The most recent post is actually by her husband, who talks about his battle with prostate cancer. Given the number of people we know with cancer right now (4), I found it a really interesting read.
Since you’re reading my blog right now, you must be in a voyeuristic mood with a little time on your hands. So click on over there. Go on click already! Click!
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Open letter to ass-hat drivers
You know who you are.
You are the one that turned left in front of my husband last Thursday, causing him to “high-side” off his bicycle, scrape up his chin, hand, knees, elbows, groin, hip, etc., and bust up his bike.
You are the one that tried to make a right on red near University Village on Tuesday and nearly ran me over while I was crossing the road at the crosswalk.
You are the one that rear-ended the car on the other side of the same intersection just seconds later, when it stopped to let the pedestrians and cyclists continue all the way across the intersection.
You are the one that passed me this morning going mach 2 on the wrong side of the road (yes, into oncoming traffic) when I was waiting in the two-way left turn lane to turn into the Houghton Park & Ride. You said you didn’t see me. Not only are you an ass-hat driver, but you’re a stinkin’ liar too.
Here are a few suggestions to keep you from killing me, my husband and any other well-meaning cyclist on the road…
...Two hands on the wheel. Put down the cell phones, French fries, lipsticks, vibrators and what-have-you and PAY ATTENTION. Rinse, repeat, wipe hands on pants.
...Racing a cyclist to an intersection, so you can turn in front of them with millimeters to spare doesn’t help you; it doesn’t help me. You know who it helps? The hospital emergency room doctors. Quit it.
...Use your effing turn signals! Are you retarded?
...If you are driving, chances are you took drivers ed and passed the state driving test. In fact, I’m willing to bet you did both. Trust me, the Department of Transportation did NOT choose this day to change the law, making it illegal for cyclists to ride on the road. So stop honking/yelling, and freaking drive around the “offending cyclist” already.
...Every time you pass a cyclist with only inches between your car and a cyclist’s body, God kills a kitten.
...Just because traffic is heavy does NOT give you license to drive in the bike lane or on the shoulder, especially in some misguided, self-righteous crusade to get past everyone who is obeying the law.
...Cyclists often try to avoid you by using quiet, winding back roads. Just because you have a big honkin’ SUV does NOT crown you the Invincible Overlord of Nature who can be an aggressive ass-hat and drive 90 mph on these roads. In the spirit of togetherness and brotherhood and whatnot, I’m confident you can drive a little slower and still make it to your destination on time.
...Anyone who buys a Hummer should be automatically drafted for military service in Iraq. Christ.
Thank you for your time. Drive safely.
Terrorist Update
Wicket, enjoying a lap and some sun
Need a kitten fix?
The bunchkins in our current litter are now six full weeks old and “cute as buttons” according to my dad.
I’d like to say they’re really neat little animals, but the scratches on my arms, legs, back, face, etc. are clouding my judgement. In fact, I can’t remember in our entire foster history ever having a litter that was more rough than this one. The mom - Freckles - barely keeps up with feeding these wild things and hasn’t shown much interest in disciplining them. (I can’t blame her though. She does have six.)
They run wild nearly every waking second. The only other thing they do when they’re awake is eat. If Nick or I come into the room, we instantly become a human climbing post.
I think they may be starting to learn their limits, though. As they wrestle and chew on each other, we’re starting to hear the sharp cries of pain. That means they’re teaching each other that playing too rough is not fun.
The light at the end of the tunnel is near.
Lots of new pictures are in the gallery for your kitten viewing pleasure.
