For the last day of doodle week, the theme is "Pride".
My cats probably have times when they think they're in charge.
(Perhaps always).
And that's ok with me, because hey, somebody's gotta have enough energy around here to take charge. I just hope they know that if they're going to be the boss, they have to pay the bills.
I'm not too proud to let them do that.
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Today's doodle theme is "Envy".
I love my new computer. I've had it for a few months now, and it works wonderfully. So now I don't have to envy you, sitting there at home with your cool up-to-date machines.
Well, I take that back.
There's still one thing I can envy.
You see, I'm still on dial-up.
Yes. I'll pause for a second while you all pity me.
(Hey, I said "pity", not "snicker".)
Anyway, it would be cool if you would have mercy on me and let me live with you so I can use your high-speed internet while you're busy doing other stuff.
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Additional Janna news:
Yesterday I mentioned that I am sick, and I lost my voice.
You will all (maybe) be thrilled to hear that I found it. It was on the bottom shelf of the freezer.
It's always in the last place you look.
Nevertheless, rest assured that I am still coughing, sneezing, wheezing, blowing my nose, and horking up snot. My voice has that stereotypical "Oh, doe, I'b got a code" sound.
While driving home this evening, I spontaneously made up a parody of Elvis's "I'm All Shook Up", called "I'm All Stuffed Up."
I sang it (In true Elvis style) while hurrying home in a desperate attempt to make it to the bathroom in time.
By the way...
There comes a time in every woman's life, perhaps around the age of, oh, I don't know, 38 or so, when maybe she is sick and sniffling and sneezing and horking up snot, when she will inevitably hear herself think these words:
"Ohmygod, I just coughed so hard that I peed my pants".
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.Today is Manic Monday, with "formula" as the theme word.
It's also day #2 of Doodle Week, with "gluttony" as the theme word.
So I'm going to try to do both in the same post.
Call it efficiency, ingenuity, or laziness. Pick one.
It's easy to be gluttonous about delicious things, like pizza or tacos or chocolate.
Some things, however, aren't quite as popular in the "cravings" department.
Have you ever noticed that no one ever has "gluttony" moments with health food? Nobody ever says "Wow, I totally pigged out on wheat germ and bean sprouts last night."
Another Doodle Week has begun.
Apparently this time the themes are based on the seven deadly sins.
Here's the schedule, if you'd like to check it out.
Today's theme is LUST.
Now, this is a pretty fun theme. However, instead of going for the obvious post about Johnny Depp, I thought I'd mention my lust for acquiring fountain pens. I've already blogged about it a few times... here and here and especially here.
Sadly, I'm too poor to own any really valuable ones. Still, I have a small collection of low and mid-range ones. Good high-quality fountain pens can easily cost hundreds (or even thousands) of dollars.
I know. It's insane.
Still, I love them.
Last year while I was visiting Morgen, I brought a pen catalog with me. I lustily remarked on how gorgeous all the obscenely expensive pens were.
That's when Morgen started calling the catalogs my "pen porn". :)
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A couple weeks ago, one of my cats caught a mouse.
As anyone in a rural area knows, sometimes those country mice like to find a way indoors. Not too often, but still it happens.
Cats don't usually kill mice outright. They like to "play" with them and draw the whole hunting experience out for as long as possible. Usually I end up disposing of a half-dead mouse myself, rather than run the risk of having the cats hide it away to perish behind the sofa or under my bed.
When I realize that one of them actually has a real live mouse, my first reaction is to be slightly startled. But I quickly get over it, and then I wait for an opportunity to grab the little rodent intruder and dispose of him. I thank my cats profusely and praise them for being such good little hunters. (Sometimes all three of them will gang up on the same mouse, which I'm sure qualifies as some special level of "rodent hell".)
I am NOT the stereotypical mouse-phobic lady of the 50's and 60's. Some of the old cartoons really like to exaggerate that, having the lady jump on a chair and shriek like a banshee whenever a mouse goes by. Not me. I can pick them up by their ugly stringy little tails (always with a tissue) and throw their half-dead little gray bodies wherever they need to go. It doesn't bother me that much. I wash my hands when I'm done, and take out the trash at the next available opportunity. No big deal.
Before you get some less-than-complimentary image of me living in a home that's sickeningly infested with vermin, I should probably point out that this sort of thing only happens about once a year, on average. :)
How about you? Do you know anyone who's terrified of mice? Would it bother you to have to grab a mouse who was still twitching? Would it make it easier (or harder) if the mouse was already dead?
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Today's doodle theme is "Body".
This is the one that was the hardest for me, because I had no idea what to draw for it.
The other doodles I drew a week in advance, and had them all pre-loaded and set to post each day. It was like being on a mini blog-vacation, since all my posts had been taken care of for the whole week.
Except for "body".
Finally, on Wednesday afternoon, I was inspired to draw this:
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Today's doodle theme is "vacation."
I'd love to vacation in England, Scotland, or Ireland, or any combination thereof.
Though I don't know if they would love me as much as I would love them:
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Oh, and they call vacation "Going on holiday".
Pass the fish and chips.
God save the Queen.
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I should probably have saved yesterday's post for Manic Monday. It certainly fits the topic, and it's embarrassing enough to delight nearly everyone.
Go ahead.... read it. I'll wait while you laugh and point and snicker.
Done?
Ok.
Since this is the first day of doodle week, and the theme is "bug", I drew something.
Seems fair, right?
On my other blogs, I've done Manic Monday posts as well:
Check out Jantrails if you like playing Scrabulous on Facebook.
And, if you're in the mood to hear me complain, check out Jantics.
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1) Wig made of cotton candy
2) Bubble gum sculpted into a replica of the largest kangaroo penis EVER
3) Girl's baby blanket dunked in formaldehyde
4) Lawn chair sinking into a pool of Pepto-Bismol
5) Strawberry milkshake being poured onto the bald head of a sleeping person
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