Cuteoverload

Is anything cuter than a 2 day old baby sea lion learning how to swim? No.

Behold.

Partees and Cats

Abbigail turned 11 a few days ago, isn't she beautiful?


...umm Sween was in fine form, posin' for pics and lookin' for krittens.


I do think Griffin flew the 9 hours and 8000 miles home just to hold Fatness.

A Thursday post about nothing.

Why oh why is Dan Radcliffe wearing a suit that closes with a toggle?



I thought Tim looked like one of those TV police detectives when he left for work today. Who goes to work in a white shirt and tie with a gun on his hip? Tim Hampton of course.



Griffin is home from Germany until the 20th, I sorta wish I could kidnap him and tell the Army they can go to hell.



I will end my Thursday post with a few unapologetic disclosures.

I cried during the Michael Jackson Memorial.
I have PMS right now.
I work only 3 days a week, and feel it's still too much.
I wish Fatness could talk.

Good day.

To think she was a heart-beat away

from the presidency. I have been reading a lot about Sister Sarah's Friday press conference, a lot of opinion columns. My favorite one started out with this paragraph and me laughing out loud.

"Truly, Sarah Palin has come a long way. When she ran for vice president, she frequently became disjointed and garbled when she departed from her prepared remarks. Now the prepared remarks are incoherent, too."

Please, read the rest. Gail Collins Op-ed column from the New York Times drives home the nutty egoist that is Sarah Barracuda Palin.

I'm certain Fox News will give her a job.

"Sarah's Straight Talk"

My Idea of Heaven

I was scanning the Internet during work time I mean, my lunch hour, when I came across a photo that brought tears to my eyes, my fantasy. No, not a shirtless tanned Ryan Reynolds rubbing my neck and making me giggle with his witty quips, a kitchen full of cheetahs, beautiful speckled cheetahs.

Nothing would delight me more than to be fixing a sandwich with a cheetah standing on my counter and one lounging at my feet.



Of course they would sleep with me, see ya Tim.







...and then when the cheetahs grew tiresome, I would go out back and roll around with some baby tigers.






Until then, I still have Fatty.

Disclosure

I have fallen in love and their names are Samsung and DVR.

Behold the glory of my 1 month old 46" LED Samsung lover:


(It's the only thing Griffin has asked me to send him a picture of since he left for Germany..understandably)

I know I'm behind with technology, but this little invention called a DVR has changed my life! Not since the introduction of Mesquite Barbecued Baked Lays have I been in such awe. Touch of a button, record, FF, pause, pause LIVE TV! DVR where have you been all my life? I can't help it, I know my DVR is true and a prophet of God.

The DVR is making me watch things I normally would scoff at. "America's Got Talent" "So You Think You Can Dance" "Wipeout" "Regis and Kelly" it's controlling my usual sense of good taste. Its will is stronger than mine. Erica tried to knock some sense into me when I admitted to watching "America's Got Talent" I believe her exact words were "why are you watching that shit?"

I'm out of control and I don't care. It provides me with 80 usable hours of TV that I can watch without commercial interruption and on my timetable, I ask you, what is better than that? I kneel before it with my humble offerings of burning incense and virgins and ask it to never leave me.

Utah I Love Thee

I loved my trip, except it was too short. I loved having my Caca all to myself. Here she is early in the morning right before I insisted she awake because I was awake. We both determined our beds had too many pillows, but for some reason we felt we needed to use them all.


Malia and Caca allowed me to tag along for a night of "Lady" or "moms" as Malia calls her, dinner at Brick Oven and much giggling until midnight. I think Lady licked my entire body before the night was over.


Caca insisted on me taking these hotel lobby shots of her.


Being Bella.


There is nothing better than a Mormon fam reunion. Best Food Ever. I made a pig of myself. My mother thought we were in the Alaskan wilderness, hence her pile of blankets.


A miracle occurred. Caca and I both hit a baseball with a bat and ran to a base. Here is Sween with said bat.


Mom waiting for her turn at bat.


All my nieces and nephews. Grandpa was looking down from heaven and smiling. Only one missing is Griffin, who is draining cysts in a German clinic.


This my friends is an exquisite cat, her name is Cosette and she requires no loud or sudden movements. Caca gently knelt by the side of the bed for this photo as I reverently took her picture.


My handsome nephews.


Sween contemplating the Plan of Salvation.


Good bye Utah.