My anniversary for living in Phoenix is also marked with my girl’s death. Nickey was my 12 year old Labrador retriever that grew up with me. A girl’s best friend. I still miss her, but am thankful that I was[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
So, my Maine coons started this trend. My mom and I would put the mail on the stairs, which Scat Cat and Curious George would take turns surfing on it down the stairs, slamming into the wall. For you, Mom.
Why did the chicken cross the sidewalk? To confuse the HELL out of an Em²a, apparently. Not kidding, a chicken randomly ran by me in my apartment complex as I was walking the dog.
That’s about the extent of my attempts to teach Yang to garden. Yup…
I’m an adamant believer that “Christmas Spirit” is a crock of shit, mainly because you should be generous and “cheery” all year long. So, no matter what you’re celebrating, celebrate it safely and happily.
We got a new Fishie TV on Feb 20th. It’s now part of an aquaponics system, but the fish are a LOT of fun and have tons of personality. It came with a ninja clown loach (Hattori Hanzou, or Hanz[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I’m pretty sure that the kittehs have a collaboration to keep me home as long as possible. It’s about one of the only times they actually get along, and it hardly lasts. They’re very persistent, though.
One Christmas, my dog, Nickey, ate a bunch of my presents and ornaments. My job was the dog yard. I found out where my clay went, and haven’t really been able to use polymer clay much since.
There’s not much more to say to this. It hurt 😛
Yes, the ball really popped on me. Yes, it hurt to land. It wasn’t a boom, it was more of a loud “Fwoo!” It didn’t help that I had had coworkers kicking it before I took it home. Definitely weakens[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…