Carrie-on Baggage: You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time.

REALLY CLOCK, REALLY?
What is with this hour, day, week-taking so GD long? Seriously?? I cannot believe that its only 1:37. That is SO UNFAIR. Pbbbhhhtttthhh...

Blogs *angry fist shake*
Oh how I love you. But you are eating my day. Days when I could be writing eloquent chapters in my book or decidedly thoughtful blogs or even doing the work I was hired to do. Currently I am in love with these blogs and am stuck in archive hell trying to catch up on people I don't even know and their witty musings on the Internet since 2001. (Seriously-people have been blogging that long!?!?) I currently send myself an email every night before I leave work of where I am at in my current love blogs archives. The blogs I am reading currently are:
Dad Gone Mad-This guy reminds me of my brother, but more Jewish.
http://www.dooce.com/- This women is living my dream life with her beautiful pictures and fantastic decorating and style sense and getting to be on the Today show and writing a book with a witty title.
http://www.finslippy.com - This woman cracks me up. She is that cool East Coast friend I wish I had like Joshilyn Jackson is my cool Southern friend.

The first annual meeting of the Cougar Club
Seth has deemed a gathering of a few of my friends to watch Twilight in the safety of our own homes away from screaming teens and police who will make us take our hands out of our pants "The Cougar Club" Thanks honey. Not only did you call me and my friend Old, you've officially made this whole thing weird, because before it was just people who like to watch age inappropriate movies. Now I have to come up with a clever name for your football league...

A conversation between Mr. and Mrs. Hellbusch:
(Due to raving yesterday, I will try to include these as much as I can)

Mrs. H: Let's run away to Columbia and buy a Cocoa Bean Farm and make fantastic Cocoa Beans that are world renowned and we are loved by the small village we employ to maintain our farm while we play with our sun kissed children in the fields and picnic and I will wear a big hat and you will wear a white linen suit that never gets dirty and sandals.
Mr. H: We can't, we are on a budget.
Mrs. H: You know, you should find a better name for budget if you want me to like it and go along with it, you know make it fun-like instead of saying we are going to the gym, I say we are going to the "Sweat Shop" and make dirty eyebrows.
Mr. H: Okay-how about "Project Fun" Because we are working to save money to have fun?
Mrs. H: *makes face*
Mr. H: Um..."Project Awesome Fun"?
Mrs. H: *makes exasperated face* Why does it have to be a project? Look if you don't come up with a fun name soon, I'm going to start dancing to this song because I like this song and I have a dance to it and it starts like this. *shakes shoulders*
Mr. H: Okay no, don't stop-how about "Awesome Fun"?
Mrs. H: Okay that works-Can we have PepperJax for dinner?
Mr. H: No, we can't, we are having "Awesome Fun" instead...
Mrs. H: Ooo that sounds dirty!!
Mr. H: *throws himself on a display of hunting knifes*

Love (for it to be the weekend already),
Carrie

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An almost daily blog of Carrie's ramblings that come from her baggage in life. Carrie lives with her disgustingly smart husband, amazing daughter bulldozer son and two Bengal cats in Colorado Springs. She is an avid reader and an obsessive television watcher. She loves to travel, sleep, snuggle and generally be friggin awesome. She suffers a smartphone addiction. She makes inane pop culture references. She hopes one day someone will give her a talk show where she talks about all the tv she watches, gossip she reads about on the internet, and life observations she has. Comments and followers make me blog more frequently, its a guilt thing.

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About the Kidtens

I have two Bengal Cats-Bagheera and Willow. Willow is the girl and the spotted snow and Bagheera is the boy and the spotted dark. They are fixed so we can't breed them-my Pops is still mad at me for that. I would love to tell you about my breeder, but they were pretty horrible and apparently don't exist anymore. This could be because Bengals are illegal in Omaha (I live in Omaha's Sarpy County, which is not Omaha, it's an SID) or because they had 26 cats in a tiny corner of the basement stacked on top of each other.

Willow was actually our second choice in snows. We decided to get two because Bengals are notoriously active and we didn't want one to get lonely and eat our house while we were gone. Willow gets smarter every day. She recently figured out how to turn on the sinks, which bodes well with her love of water. She loves Seth more than anything, but has been known to cuddle with me too when I'm sad. She's a sweet girl. She also will NOT SHUT UP. If you wonder what a conversation with a cat is like, come chat with Willow. Willow is also known as Willow Bee, the Beezus, and Pretty Kitty.

Bagheera is your typical boycat. He sleeps with us most nights and we have worked out a "snacks for snuggles" barter system. He gives you love on his terms. Bagheera was born with a bad right back leg. The breeders told us that he broke it in the womb because there was too many kittens in the litter. The vet told us that he didn't know a thing about it until days later. So far he uses it like peg leg and it doesn't bother him at all. We talked to the vet about getting it fixed but the vet says the way he uses it, like a pirate, it wouldn't heal properly and he still would try to use it like he does. It doesn't bother me and it doesn't bother him so we are cool. The breeders told me they were going to put him down because they couldn't sell him and the price of the "surgery" would outweigh his "value". I practically snatched him and ran. They gave him to me for free. He has an amazing coat-show quality. I wonder if there is a cat show special olympics... Bagheera is also known as Baggy, Bags,Doots, Stinky Boy Kitty, and Buddy Bear.

Anyway that's me, Carrie-patron Saint of lost causes and handicats.