Carrie-on Baggage: Man has to suffer. When he has no real afflictions, he invents some.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Man has to suffer. When he has no real afflictions, he invents some.

Yay! Friday all! It came quickly this week for me, but that is because I was home sick Wednesday.

SYTYCD
I was glad with the girl they kicked off, I think that was right. And I was okay with the boy they kicked off, all though I think Jason should have went. It's going to cause an uprising though because the guy that they kicked off has a HUGE cult following, which is why they announced that he was coming on tour. They know he will bring in the money. You're thoughts?

The Philanthropist
While I didn't think this episode was stellar, I thought it was good. A lot of unnecessary tense moments of will he make it out of the burning building!?!? I fast forwarded thru those parts. The funny thing was though, I was watching this show and Seth came in and goes, hey, isn't that they guy from Rome? Mark Anthony? And I was like, OH MY GOD! I never noticed, I remember thinking, I've seen that guy naked…but where? And it just clicked and exploded for me when Seth remembered. Muhwahahaha, I'm slowly turning him over to the dark side! (PS I totally spelled philanthropist without any help from spell check and I'm pretty fucking pumped about it)

Weekend
I'm trying to embark on a quiet restful House filled weekend but Seth keeps screwing it up, he has to go to Old Chicago tonite for a goodbye party. I told him to bring me nachos and a calzone and maybe I will forgive him. And Sunday we are going to Public Enemies. And Saturday we have to go to the store and he has to get his haircut. My mom is going to Jesus Camp. Maybe I can convince my Dad to entertain me.

I wish
I had more to say. But I'm leading a relatively boring life at the moment! How about this, how about you ask me things in the comments and then I'll comment on them. Open book people!

Trots off
I'm going to work a little bit, I'll check back to see if you have any questions!!

Love (to never ride Mission Space again),
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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Carrie

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.