The only thing stronger than my will is the odor of cat urine on the couch. You win this round Arwen, but just remember... I'm the one who feeds you!
Sorry if you thought this was going to be profound. Nope, just the standard cat pee/poo talk.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Story of My Life
"There is no pleasure in having nothing to do; the fun is in having lots to do and not doing it!" -?
Monday, July 13, 2009
Post to Match my Pic
Before I start, let me preface with this quote:
"There is, incidentally, no way of talking about cats that enables one to come off as a sane person."-Dan Greenburg
That said, this week we are going to start toilet training our cats. Yes, just like on Meet the Parents, only without the flushing part. This is actually far more common than we realize. There are tons of tools, books and testimonials on toilet training cats. I know it sounds cooky, but it really makes sense if you think about it. Aside from the pain of actually doing the training, it should be easy peasy forever after. If our 2 cats live at least 10 more years, we will save at least $2400 in kitty litter alone. Not to mention never having to scoop or smell the litter ever again. And I can have my laundry room cupboard back. Starting to sound pretty good now, isn't it? I am totally sane, I swear...
"There is, incidentally, no way of talking about cats that enables one to come off as a sane person."-Dan Greenburg
That said, this week we are going to start toilet training our cats. Yes, just like on Meet the Parents, only without the flushing part. This is actually far more common than we realize. There are tons of tools, books and testimonials on toilet training cats. I know it sounds cooky, but it really makes sense if you think about it. Aside from the pain of actually doing the training, it should be easy peasy forever after. If our 2 cats live at least 10 more years, we will save at least $2400 in kitty litter alone. Not to mention never having to scoop or smell the litter ever again. And I can have my laundry room cupboard back. Starting to sound pretty good now, isn't it? I am totally sane, I swear...
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
When movies don't give justice
"At the same moment the ground gave way, and with a cry she fell out of the wood. Light and beauty enveloped her. She had fallen on to a little open terrace, which was covered with violets from end to end.
"Courage!" cried her companion, now standing some six feet above. "Courage and love."
She did not answer. From her feet the ground sloped sharply into view, and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts, irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying round the tree stems, collecting into pools in the hollows, covering the grass with spots of azure foam. But never again were they in such profusion; this terrace was the well-head, the primal source whence beauty gushed out to water the earth.
Standing at its brink, like a swimmer who prepares, was the good man. But he was not the good man that she had expected, and he was alone.
George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her, as one who had fallen out of heaven. He saw radiant joy in her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves. The bushes above them closed. He stepped quickly forward and kissed her." -A Room with a View
Now how could any movie maker in their right mind think it would be ok to transport this scene of violets to a field of barley?! Barley!! I don't care if you're filming in the wrong season-go hit up a wedding planner for some fake violets. Barley just totally ruined it for me...
"Courage!" cried her companion, now standing some six feet above. "Courage and love."
She did not answer. From her feet the ground sloped sharply into view, and violets ran down in rivulets and streams and cataracts, irrigating the hillside with blue, eddying round the tree stems, collecting into pools in the hollows, covering the grass with spots of azure foam. But never again were they in such profusion; this terrace was the well-head, the primal source whence beauty gushed out to water the earth.
Standing at its brink, like a swimmer who prepares, was the good man. But he was not the good man that she had expected, and he was alone.
George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her, as one who had fallen out of heaven. He saw radiant joy in her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves. The bushes above them closed. He stepped quickly forward and kissed her." -A Room with a View
Now how could any movie maker in their right mind think it would be ok to transport this scene of violets to a field of barley?! Barley!! I don't care if you're filming in the wrong season-go hit up a wedding planner for some fake violets. Barley just totally ruined it for me...
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
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