December 30, 2005

My Cat... The Weirdo.

Ith and I are going on vacation tomorrow for a week or so, and taking the cat with us.

I pulled the giant cat carrier out, since it's big enough that the cat can be comfortable on long car trips.

Thinking she wouldn't go anywhere near it, but just in case, I opened the door and walked away.

She's playing in it! She runs in, chases her tail a bit, sees one of her toys laying outside, gets the hunter's crouch, and goes roaring out of the cage. So far, she's done this twice.

This is the first time I've seen a cat that will willingly go into a cat carrier after knowing what it's used for.

So, after today, there will be another long stretch of no posting here, but this time, I have a reason!

Posted by Ninjababe at 09:00 AM | Comments (0)

December 17, 2005

Well... That was fun!

I dragged Ith to see Narnia. She was happy because she got a margarita at dinner beforehand, and the Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest trailer was on the movie.

45 minutes into the movie, just as we're all getting caught up in the little rugrats running around in the snow yelling out each other's name, the screen goes blank and the emergency lights go on.

The power for the whole mall went out.

So, instead of watching a movie, we're ushered out of the theater, given a readmission ticket, and sent home.

So, tomorrow night, we're going to try again.

At least we'll be able to see the trailer again! [beam]

Posted by Ninjababe at 11:21 PM | Comments (0)

December 10, 2005

Why me?

Why do I have the smurf's theme song in my head?

Why?

Oh, why am I being tortured?

lala lalala la lala lala...

Posted by Ninjababe at 12:46 AM | Comments (0)

December 03, 2005

T-Minus 30 minutes...

I have 30 minutes until the end...

I have 30 minutes to party, to drink, to dance, to wear a mini-skirt...

For, in 30 minutes, I am officially 30 years old.

Old being the operative word... [snorfle]

Posted by Ninjababe at 11:29 PM | Comments (8)

December 02, 2005

Funny From my Mom...

From my mom:

Ole staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Sven.

He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Lena. He tiptoed quietly toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump.

A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful. Managing not to yell, Ole sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding.

He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then hid the now almost empty box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.

In the morning, Ole woke up with searing pain in his head and butt and
Lena staring at him from across the room. She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you Ole?"

Ole said, "Why you say such a mean ting?"

"Well," Lena said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly . it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the downstairs mirror."

Posted by Ninjababe at 09:09 PM | Comments (0)