Sunday, February 26, 2006


This funny article was sent in by reader, Mrs. H. She thought it sounded like a job for my family.
A neighborhood had a problem with wild chickens. The town's solution was to give the fire fighters guns and let them deal with the chickens. The neighbors were less than thrilled.

Here are some of my favorite excerpts from the article:

"It sounded like a war zone over there."

"“I just don't feel people should be running around with .22s in a neighborhood."

"“Anything that was moving, they were shooting, there'’s blood all over the place."

"In the end, about eight chickens were killed, and one chick was captured." (There were between 50-75 chickens in the neighborhood.)

"City officials are still seeking more alternatives with how to handle the chicken problem. After hearing about the events last week, a man from Gilchrist County called officials to tell them that he has a Labrador Retriever rescued after Hurricane Katrina that can catch chickens without injuring them, Kaminskas said. Officials tested the dog out on Tuesday, Feb. 7, and had positive results, he said."

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

I am Such A Rebel

I visited Ben this past weekend and this is a phone conversation I had with my mom while there:

Me: Mom, umm..... Ben and I got matching tattoos and I am thinking that it was a bad idea.

Mom: You did what?!?!?

Me: Yeah..... got a tattoo. Could you look up a place that does tattoo removal?

Mom: What??!?!!? Are you serious?

Me: Yes. We have matching tattoos.

Mom: What were you thinking?

Me: Well I had this cold and I was kind of tired and it seemed like a good idea.

Mom: I can't believe you. Are you serious?

Me: Yeah.....

Mom: Are you pulling my leg? You have to be pulling my leg.

Me: Well they are temporary tattoos.

Mom: Good. I was thinking that you were stupid, stupid, stupid and that I went wrong somewhere raising you.

I got the reaction I wanted.

I sent Ben a Valentine's day card that had a temporary tattoo in it. Every V-day card should come with tattoos.

The card I sent him.

Our tattoos.

The result.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Yummy gift

My wonderful Valentine got me Limca! Oh what a glorious day!

Not only did he get them for me, but he hid them in my apartment so I could open my Valentine's day gift today even though he's in Kentucky. He's so great.

Here is a picture of my beautiful Limcas:

One's missing because I am drinking it right now.


Monday, February 13, 2006

I can't sleep

One of my cat's keeps staring at the corner of the bathroom door. Sometimes he leaps up against the door frame or stands on his hind legs and meows. So I picked him up to show him there was nothing in the corner of the door frame and he climbed onto the top of the door. He just balanced there as happy as could be like a little tight-rope walking cat. I pulled him down so he wouldn't fall and he's back to staring and meowing.

Cat's are weird.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Lessons from Laundry

So I realize that my last post made my apartment complex sound completely trashy and collegish. It's not. It actually is really nice, which is why the dog poop and the beer bottle frustrate me.

So God took me out yesterday. I had been whining about not having a washer and dryer. I have them now, but before, oh my goodness, my life was hard. I had to carry my laundry downstairs. Yes. Down a flight of stairs to the laundry room. Then I had to pay $1.25 to wash and $1.25 to dry. Outrageous! But now I don't have to! I can do my laundry in my own apartment.

Yesterday I was talking to a lady who lives downtown. She has to walk. Yes walk. 1.5 miles (one way) to the nearest laundromat. She doesn't drive so if it's snowing, she walks. If it's raining, she walks. If it's cold, she walks. And she's 60 years old with bad knees and a bad back.


I'm a brat.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

No real point...

I don't know why blogger deleted my post about grocery shopping at the completly suburban store; it must have not liked it. To blogger I say, "I hate you."

I also would like to take this time to write a letter.

Dear neighbor-who-lets-their-dog-poop-on-the-front-porch,

I am beginning to not like you. But I probably like you more than the people who stepped in your dog's poop. We all thank you.

Please come to the Get To Know Your Neighbors Party that we are throwing so we can express to you how much we like you. Please also bring the neighbor-who-leaves-beer-bottles-in-the-bushes. We want to thank them too.

Your friendly neighbor,

Monday, February 06, 2006

Question for ya...

According to some market research done by a major food company that my company works with, most 22-30 year olds either eat out or fix a microwave meal for dinner. I can not fathom this. One eating out is expensive. Two, no matter how disgusting my cooking is, it is a million times better than a microwave meal.

I don't know anyone my age that doesn't cook to some degree. Maybe I am just sheltered here in the mid-west. Does anyone who reads this blog either not cook, or know of someone who doesn't ever cook?

I am still grossed out that people actually eat TV dinners on a regular basis.