Mid-summer slump

My accu-rite is already reading 100 degrees and it's only 9:00 am, WTF.



I'm sick of reality TV too. (Bachelorette doesn't count, neither does So You Think You Can Dance). They have a new one "Dating In The Dark" how creepy it that. I hate hate hate summer TV.



My mid-summer slump unfortunately is not TV exclusive, poor Fatty has suffered. I haven't brushed him in 2 weeks and he's taken to following me around in the mornings with a plaintive low meowing that makes me feel guiltier than tithing settlement.



I tried contacting Michael Jackson's Dr. Murry to see if I could get some of that drug Propofol so I could sleep until the new Fall Season started. He wouldn't take my call, so until then I'm addicted to "Dexter" and anticipating "Mad Men," thank God for Jon Hamm.



I'm also anticipating our yearly vacation to Cedar City for the Shakespearean Festival. This year will be even better because Caca and Zachito will be riding the long journey with us. Hope the boys won't mind 7 hours of celebrity gossip conversation and topics like why "Step Up 2: The Streets" could never live up to the majesty of the original "Step Up."



The only other thing that has made me laugh heartily, was this: Palin’s Resignation: The Edited Version. Vanity Fair Magazine asked their copy editors to "edit" Sarah's horrific resignation speech.



Anyone else feeling the summer slump?

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.