Well ... my beautiful smart delightful 15 year old niece, who has been suffering a mystery illness for the last couple of months had an endoscopy (sp?) the other day and it turns out she has some kind of spotty rash on the inside of her stomach.
Is that not the most awesome thing you have ever heard off?
By golly.
A spotty tummy.
19 days to go ... and counting
I wish my nose would stop bleeding
It's not proper bleeding
It's more just bloody snot
It happens in cold weather
and when I'm stressed
Probably twenty years of taking NSAIDS contributes a bit, ey?
Monday, August 22, 2011
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Wednesday, August 17, 2011
hahahahahahaahah
oh. my.god. simon.
THAT IS SOOO COOL!
I am trying to figure out how to smuggle one of my cats into work now.
THAT IS SOOO COOL!
I am trying to figure out how to smuggle one of my cats into work now.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
A pet story with a happy ending
Once upon a time a pretty calico kitten was given to a family as a birthday present for their little girl. She was excited have her very own owners and a little girl to love and she purred and played and was as cute as she could be so her new owners love her.
Little did the innocent little calico kitten know, but the little girls parents didn't like pets. They did not teach their little girl not to pull her tail, but laughed instead when she hurt the little calico kitten. If the little kitten, in her pain and bewilderment, hissed or in any other way did not submit to this rough treatment the mean parents would strike her and punish her.
A lowly servant of the mean parents would be kind to her and give her pats and protest when the mean father said things like "animals don't feel pain" when they were inflicting full force smacks to the poor little calico kittens soft and tender nose. Or laughing that he thought he had seen some blood come from her eye when he had 'accidently' shut her head in a door.
The little calico kitten took to sculking and hidding. She was so scared she didn't want to walk across the room when the mean parents were present to go outside to answer the call of nature. She crossed her legs and squirmed and held, but finally found a safe, discrete sandy spot where she could take a dump under cover of fake jungle-like leaves.
One day the mean father discovered her falsely verdant toilet and was very angry. He yelled at the little calico kitten. He hit her. He grabbed her up and shook her. He threw her across the room into a wall. The poor little calico kitten was very afraid and shivered in terror at the anger of the mean man and ran and ran and ran, but there was no where the poor little calico kitten could hide where the mean man could not find her.
The man grabbed her up and took her outside to where an old dog house was sitting on a cement slab. He tied the scared little calico kitten to the little house with a short piece of rope. The poor little calico kitten could not even reach the grass.
There she sat, bound to her prison in the full glare of the cruel summer sun for days and days and days, or at least two weeks. The lowly servant girl would visit her and be kind to her, but was not allowed to untie the poor little calico kitten.
The lowly servant girl pleaded for the little calico kitten. She said to the mean man you don't want the kitten, let me take her home. Perhaps the mean man felt bad for what he had done. Or perhaps he just didn't want have to feed the little calico kitten anymore. The mean man said yes you may take the cat.
So even though the mother of the lowly servant girl had told her daughter "don't bring anymore animals home" she rang the mother and said bring the car around, we have a new pet.
The little calico kitten found it very strange in her new home. People wanted to pat her. They wanted her to sit on next to them on the couch. They did not yell at her or hit her. She was allowed to come and go as she liked. Even when the little kitten had a few accidents in strange places and earned the nickname "The Shittin' Kitten' she was still treated nicely and even given little treats in the kitchen when the mother of the servant girl was cooking.
Though she became quite plush and portly in her age, she never quite got over her time of trouble and confinment and in one notable incident went missing for an extended period of time only to be found holed up in a drawer.
Little did the innocent little calico kitten know, but the little girls parents didn't like pets. They did not teach their little girl not to pull her tail, but laughed instead when she hurt the little calico kitten. If the little kitten, in her pain and bewilderment, hissed or in any other way did not submit to this rough treatment the mean parents would strike her and punish her.
A lowly servant of the mean parents would be kind to her and give her pats and protest when the mean father said things like "animals don't feel pain" when they were inflicting full force smacks to the poor little calico kittens soft and tender nose. Or laughing that he thought he had seen some blood come from her eye when he had 'accidently' shut her head in a door.
The little calico kitten took to sculking and hidding. She was so scared she didn't want to walk across the room when the mean parents were present to go outside to answer the call of nature. She crossed her legs and squirmed and held, but finally found a safe, discrete sandy spot where she could take a dump under cover of fake jungle-like leaves.
One day the mean father discovered her falsely verdant toilet and was very angry. He yelled at the little calico kitten. He hit her. He grabbed her up and shook her. He threw her across the room into a wall. The poor little calico kitten was very afraid and shivered in terror at the anger of the mean man and ran and ran and ran, but there was no where the poor little calico kitten could hide where the mean man could not find her.
The man grabbed her up and took her outside to where an old dog house was sitting on a cement slab. He tied the scared little calico kitten to the little house with a short piece of rope. The poor little calico kitten could not even reach the grass.
There she sat, bound to her prison in the full glare of the cruel summer sun for days and days and days, or at least two weeks. The lowly servant girl would visit her and be kind to her, but was not allowed to untie the poor little calico kitten.
The lowly servant girl pleaded for the little calico kitten. She said to the mean man you don't want the kitten, let me take her home. Perhaps the mean man felt bad for what he had done. Or perhaps he just didn't want have to feed the little calico kitten anymore. The mean man said yes you may take the cat.
So even though the mother of the lowly servant girl had told her daughter "don't bring anymore animals home" she rang the mother and said bring the car around, we have a new pet.
The little calico kitten found it very strange in her new home. People wanted to pat her. They wanted her to sit on next to them on the couch. They did not yell at her or hit her. She was allowed to come and go as she liked. Even when the little kitten had a few accidents in strange places and earned the nickname "The Shittin' Kitten' she was still treated nicely and even given little treats in the kitchen when the mother of the servant girl was cooking.
Though she became quite plush and portly in her age, she never quite got over her time of trouble and confinment and in one notable incident went missing for an extended period of time only to be found holed up in a drawer.
A happy pet story
Once upon there was a stray white and tabby cat. This tabby cat meowed for two weeks at the window a house until one of the people inside the house took him in and fed him. It had a great big abcess on it's head and the people in the house took him to the vet and put anticeptic on the great gapping wound twice a day until he was better.
This cat decided to stay with the people and their two cats, even though one of the cats was quite naughty and would leap out from underneath furniture at it at odd unsuspecting moments and even though he was much bigger than the naughty cat he never thumped the living daylights out of her like wot she deserved.
The no longer stray white and tabby cat was allowed to sleep on the bed when ever he wanted too. When the other two cats complained at sharing the space, because it was only a single bed, the person told the other two cats to shush up and not be so mean.
The white and tabby cat was given a collar and a name tag and fed twice a day and slept in the sun by the window in the mornings and when one of the people came home from work he would jump up on her lap and be petted and purr and purr and purr.
The End
This cat decided to stay with the people and their two cats, even though one of the cats was quite naughty and would leap out from underneath furniture at it at odd unsuspecting moments and even though he was much bigger than the naughty cat he never thumped the living daylights out of her like wot she deserved.
The no longer stray white and tabby cat was allowed to sleep on the bed when ever he wanted too. When the other two cats complained at sharing the space, because it was only a single bed, the person told the other two cats to shush up and not be so mean.
The white and tabby cat was given a collar and a name tag and fed twice a day and slept in the sun by the window in the mornings and when one of the people came home from work he would jump up on her lap and be petted and purr and purr and purr.
The End
Sunday, August 14, 2011
but .. but ... where did it go?
And what did I do,
with my weekend of liberty?
but lay slugabug in bed with book and computer
Misusing myself and my time ineffectually
when really I wanted to be in the sun
Playing with my niece or maybe gardening
But it took sooo long to save up for the elven sword
and I had to earn another couple of strength points
so I could pick the darn thing up
I yearned for the 'special' one at the gamblers shop
but couldn't afford it
he kept putting the price up as soon as I'd met the old one
so I bought the ordinary old one and had it ensorcialled
with sockets
though one doesn't get to choose
one has to get lucky to get sockets
and by then it was 7:30 sunday night and I was feeling a bit peckish
I think my arse has grown two sizes in two days
Maybe I should have been shopping for a virtual caftan
instead of a virttual elven sword
with my weekend of liberty?
but lay slugabug in bed with book and computer
Misusing myself and my time ineffectually
when really I wanted to be in the sun
Playing with my niece or maybe gardening
But it took sooo long to save up for the elven sword
and I had to earn another couple of strength points
so I could pick the darn thing up
I yearned for the 'special' one at the gamblers shop
but couldn't afford it
he kept putting the price up as soon as I'd met the old one
so I bought the ordinary old one and had it ensorcialled
with sockets
though one doesn't get to choose
one has to get lucky to get sockets
and by then it was 7:30 sunday night and I was feeling a bit peckish
I think my arse has grown two sizes in two days
Maybe I should have been shopping for a virtual caftan
instead of a virttual elven sword
Saturday, August 13, 2011
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