The boys, sharing their gay-cat-love with the world, as they do. Get a room, guys.
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Monthly Archives: October 2011
Oct13
Mmmm, Beer!
Ooooo, was this good! Sweet, super tasty. Not like anything else, really. Try it!
Oct13
Metallica again! Same album, different song: Wasting My Hate
Another easy one, I still have the CD in the car and I was driving again yesterday 🙂
Earworm OTD
Oct12
Experimenting with links…
Oct12
Real stuff has been going on
Huh, I can ramble on about nothing in particular with ease, but I’ve had real life fun stuff happen, and I don’t want to try to put it into words! Strange! So I think I’m figuring out what parts of me I want to put on here, and which ones are for FB.
That said, I had a great, great night last night with the Kiltimagh International Blow In Society, or KIBIS. Yes, I made that up. Yes, I meant to put ” women’s ” in there, but I can’t figure a way to make a decent acronym that includes a W. KIBIS sort of works. It could also be a C instead of a K for the town, or even CM. We played around with CMWIBIS, but that looks really Welsh, and I don’t know of any Welsh women, locally. CIWBIS? Ugh, this is hard 🙂 Ideas, anyone?
Crap, I should explain ‘blow in!’ that is what you are called when you are clearly not from Mayo, but have made it your home. I was the senior blow in last night! No, not cuz I’m old, kiss my arse. I’ve been here longest. Sheesh, I thought you liked me.
Anyhow, KIBIS was attended by an American, a Canadian, and an Italian. We also had my dog, who is American in breed name but is in all actuality a Galway Girl. Technically still a blow in. We had Canadian cookies and American beer, and tears of laughter that were 100% Italian.
Both boy cats and the boy iDJ were upstairs. We weren’t being sexist, it was their choice. More cookies for us!
If I had been taking minutes of the meeting, they would have been covered in snot from me laughing so much. I did make one note: Vegetarian Irish Wine Drinking Cat. Imagine that as an accurate description of one of our many, many pets, and you’ll have an idea of what we talked about all night!
We really hope to have regular meetings, and possibly expand our membership to include Japan and Slovakia. As long as they like animals, of course!
Here’s the three gals having a sickening love-fest on the couch. It’s hard to say which one is smiling the most!
Oct12
I had to let a strange man touch my butt
Yesterday was my second chiropractic visit. Nothing to report, really – other than that one adjustment he was attempting hurt before he even started, so he didn’t do it at all.
No, what is on my mind is that I’m letting a perfect stranger touch me all over. I haaate that. I get tense, and freaked out. I can’t allow myself to be tense, however, because that might cause injury. I’m lying on my back, I’ve got my knee in this guy’s crotch, his arms are wrapped around my shoulders, and then I have to curl my head and neck forward so my face is in his armpit! Aaaaaaaaa!
The only saving grace to all this is that he’s young, physically fit, good looking (I suppose, I don’t really pay attention or “rate” people, but he isn’t ugly) and doesn’t have halitosis or BO. He doesn’t use one of those cloying anti-perspirants, either. I’d rather smell sweat than Axe.
The other part I try not to think about is when he has to push on my tailbone. So, facedown on the machinery, and he’s got the flat of his palm putting pressure on my coccyx. Oh, no, this isn’t weird, la la la la la….
I sort of like the part that feels like a back rub. I’m a ho for massages and back scratches. Purrrrrrr! That part is akin to having my hair washed in a salon. Man, I love that. Especially when they use their fingernails. Happy time!
Overall, it isn’t as bad as going to my dentist, who is old and fat and breathes hard and has big sausage fingers. Do I need to point out that I won’t go to a male gynaecologist? Not after one time when the guy’s fingers could have been used to make moulds for sex toys. Nononononono!
I’m also very grateful that I’m relatively young, and not overweight like I used to be. I would be much more uncomfortable if I felt I was grossing out the doc. Oh yeah, he asked if I could wear shorts next time so he can work on the wonky leg better. So much for growing my winter coat!
I’m also really hoping I don’t accidentally fart when the chiropractor pushes on my lower back. Yes, yes, that really did happen to me about 10 years ago! All you can do is laugh…
Oct11
I sewed something!
Namaste, bitches! After literally months of effort, my barstool cover is done. Here’s Spot showing off its warm and cozy butt-feel:
“Butt-feel”. That’s like mouth-feel. Like gourmands say on those posh cooking shows. See what I did there? Sorry, I know you got the joke. I impress myself too much, sometimes.
Anyhow, I did part of this on my little hand held sewing machine, and then it refused to work for me any more. Sewing machines hate me. The feeling is mutual. So, the rest is hand sewn. Good thing ya can’t see that part!
Oct11
A peek into iDJ’s mind
Really, this happened.
It was a lovely day half hour outside. I’m in the fabulous Coleman camp chair and iDJ is directly behind me on the garden bench. I’m trying to read, but he’s doing a running commentary on everything. I’m mostly ignoring him. The dog (AKA the queen) is also outside, turning her lovely white feet green on the fresh cut grass. After listening to iDJ talk to no one for a while, I opened a word processing app and started transcribing what he said.
iDJ: “Aw, look at the queen.”
Pause.
iDJ: “Aw, poor Spot. Someone is crying. I know, kitty, we’re all outside!”
Pause.
iDJ: “I love my kitty. He loves me.”
Pause.
iDJ: “Yes, yes. I definitely need an occasional table out here.”
Me: “No, hon. You occasionally need a table out here.”
Then we went inside, because it started to rain again.
Oct11
First Spam!
I got my first spam comment today. I’m so proud! I’ve been noticed! They like me, they really like me!
Oct11
Earworm OTD
Finally! A song I actually like!
Metallica, Hero of the Day
Not a toughie, I’ve been writing ‘earworm of the day’ quite a lot. But now I know what CD to play on my trip to the backdoc!
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