Carrie-on Baggage: When a person can no longer laugh at himself, it is time for others to laugh at him.

Friday, July 24, 2009

When a person can no longer laugh at himself, it is time for others to laugh at him.

Happy Friday everyone! Wow this week has flown by. Let's get down to business!

SYTYCD
Whoa, I did not see that coming at all. I thought for sure Evan or Ade would be going home and Melissa or Kayla would be. I wasn't even close. But I wasn't really affected by all of that because I spent most of the episode squeeing and pausing to point out to Seth how my favorite dancers were there. Joshua, Twitch, Ivan, Mark, and Travis!!! (hmm, all my favorite dancers are dudes) I'd love to tell you that I enjoyed Katie Holmes dance, because it was for charity and everything, so I can't judge at all, but honestly I spent most of the clip watching Joshua and cheering at what he did. Hee hee. What did you all think!?!?

Space!
So last night we went out into the yard (thanks Mom!) at 10:21 to watch the International Space Station shine across the sky. It was AMAZING. I totally teared up. I was like, that's SPACE and we can see it. That's people living in space that we can see. I know most of you don't get my obsession with space, but it's kind of like being a rock star to me, it's something I'll never do-but the act of doing it seems SO COOL and extraordinary.
Don't judge me, I'm sure you like really boring stuff too.

TV
We were busy trying to make Chet look decent for Cheeto and Whitney's wedding next weekend, so we didn't get to anything but SYTYCD. I plan on watching The Philanthropist, The F Word, and Top Chef Masters tonite though. And if Seth is up for it, finally checking out what Torchwood is all about. I finally gave up and deleted all of the Ice Road Truckers, I'm never going to catch up, and I'm not really that interested anymore.

Weekend
We only have two big plans this weekend. One is we are going to Dan and Kathy's for dinner and the other is going to see Harry Potter (for real this time!).

Hellbusch, out.
Alright babies, I'm off. Not that I don't have anything to do, but I really have run out of interesting things to say. Maybe next week I will be more prolific.

Love (for food pills of the future to have been invented already),
Carrie

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About me

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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Love (to ramble incessantly),
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.