Tubular fugging bells

I took the bells off da boys' collars the other day. They were getting right on my last nerve. Especially when da boys were sitting around scratching. And Ripley is a pacer. That cat can't sit still for 5 minutes, especially when he's waiting for me to haul my ass downstairs to serve his royal breakfast.

Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle... jingle, jingle, jingle... jingle, jingle... jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle...

*&%$@!!!

There is no worse sound at 7 am when you're trying to squeeze a few extra ZZZs in before getting up. Now they only have their dog tags to tinkle just a little bit. This I can live with. And my eye has lost it's twitch.

So now they can pounce on each other with more stealth than before. Which is one of my favorite pastimes - watching them rabbit kick the crap out of each other, biting each other's throats, etc. It's better than TV.

It's also one of the reasons I keep my camera at arm's reach ...to capture precious moments like these:

I gotta have more cowbell, baby!

SNL Behind The Music: Blue Oyster Cult



Will Ferrell is a genius - love when he's 'exploring the space' - HA!

And I heart Chris "I'm the cock of the walk, baby" Walken.

"I got a fever... and the only prescription is more COWBELL !"

Update: I JUST posted this 15 mins ago and "Don't Fear the Reaper" is now on the radio - I shit you not!

Is it wrong?

Dancing with the Stars

OK, I'm watching it for the first time this season.

This, in itself, is a bit of a guilty pleasure. Along the lines of American Idle. But this is not what concerns me.

You see, the thing is...

... I find Ian Ziering extremely sexy! I mean, DAMN!

Steve Martin essay

A Public Apology

I especially hooted at his apology to the NAACP!

Monday Funny

The software I write about is used by IT help desks so I found this hilarious.



I found the Savage Chickens thanks to chou-chou.

Back in the olden days when I worked in a collections call center, one of my co-workers did the whole mute button thing all the time - but he would put himself on mute while the customer continued to blab/complain/whinge and then talk back to the customer while I quietly peed my pants laffing. I remember the first time he did it, I didn't realize he was on mute - my jaw dropped to the ground. I would have tried it too but was always afraid my mute button wouldn't work and I would be busted and then they would can my sorry ass.

notes

face like a burst mattress

--------------- it's a goddamned outrage

------------- *nods wisely* --------------------

Words fail me

I love the old ads from the 50's. You know the ones, depicting the housewife in her apron, preparing the evening meal for her family, using her brand new Maytag appliances, smiling through a Prozactic haze, all smartly dressed up with an apron to protect her pretty frock. But I must ask,

WTF IS THIS??


This ad is just so WRONG for so many reasons....

(note to self - hmmm, her boobs ARE nicely lifted and separated...and I DO need a new bra...and I HAVEN'T been eating enough green, leafy veggies lately...)

haze 2.0

2 blogs??

Well, I had to rethink the purpose of my first one, Random Ramblings on the Road to Motherhood as it evolved. It's mostly about the process of bringing my daughter ("Myfanwy") home from Ethiopia. As I may share it with M in the future, I try not to fill it with too much other stuff. But I've found that keeping it to the main topics of adoption and parenting is very restricting. Plus, I don't want to have to edit the whole thing (because of my potty mouth) before it's suitable for M to read.

This 'ere blog allows me to periodically expunge the occasional petty diatribes, the filth, and the complete & utter nonsense that floats through my mind. I encourage you to do the same with your comments.

So, with that - ONWARDS AND UPWARDS!!

pip pip

p.s. Why nekogrrl? You're right, 'tis true, I'm no longer a young lass and I was never the 'grrl' type even when I was a young lass (we didn't have grrls in those days). Nor am I a very talented singer/songwriter. But it's an old moniker of mine, based on my first cat's name. People still call me nekogrrl or variations on it. I think it's clever & pithy (thousands would disagree) - perfect for blogging.

So, if it looks like I haven't posted anything to either blog for a while and you are one of the ones of people who love to read about me, then check the other site. Maybe something earth shattering happened there.