Katie the cat loves to maintain the mystique that she cares for absolutely no one. But working at home, I’ve seen evidence that shatters the illusion. However, Katie hates to have her picture taken so I’ve failed to capture the most snuggliest evidence. Here is the evidence I have captured. She tries to explain away each photo as innocent, but… well, you be the judge.

The fabulous, handsome and charming Spencer, who was visiting Denver from Texas this week.

Jealous? You should be.

Everyone has seen the laughing prairie dog video - it’s so cute!  (In case you haven’t, splurge 29 seconds of your life and watch it).

This remix about made me fall out of my chair.

I know for sure it’s Fritz’s birthday (if I believe what Facebook tells me), and since Frank is his twin, my razor-sharp deduction skills leads me to believe it’s Frank’s birthday too.

Happy birthday you guys!  (( HUGS ))

Did you know that Jelene (of Brain Fizz) is not only an amazing artist, but you can hire her to do custom banners for your blog?  She’s so amazingly reasonably priced and grrreat customer service.

I can say that because I hired her just a handful of days ago and that’s why you’ll see five new banners if you reload this page enough.  (There are six color schemes that load randomly, and five of those schemes have her new banners.)  There were seven themes but just now I deleted the yellow one - I had made that yellow theme banner and it su-ucked.

Jelene’s banner on the “red” page also incorporates the blog slogan written for my Rant-O-Rama blog by B2 - “Tales too true to be false”.

The only banner left on here that I did was the Mitch Hedberg tribute on the lime green theme.

Isn’t Jelene awesome?

From an email forward:

Whatever you give a woman, she’s going to multiply. If you give her sperm,
she’ll give you a baby.
If you give her a house, she’ll give you a home. If you give her groceries,
she’ll give you a meal.
If you give her a smile, she’ll give you her heart. She multiplies and enlarges
what is given to her.

So - if you give her any crap, you will receive a ton of shit.

It struck a nerve because Yo Yo Boy accused me of being mean, and indeed I’ve been meaner to him than I’ve ever been to anyone. Does that mean I’m a horrible person? Or am I just a human being who got pushed too far?

If I’m the latter (and I think I am), that doesn’t excuse me from responsibility. Why did I let myself get pushed that far?

It would be so easy for me to fall back to the easy path here and see myself as a victim (the way I’m sure Yo Yo Boy sees himself). But that would just be me weaseling my way out of my share of the blame. Then again, I don’t want to swing the other way either (”I’m a horrible person, completely unlovable, this is all my fault!”) because I can’t take the responsibility for Yo Yo Boy being unable to have a functional relationship that has both give AND take (not just take).

I want to learn from the horrible experience of having Yo Yo Boy in my life. But my impulse when assessing the situation leans toward the extremes. Especially the “I’m unworthy of love” extreme, since that was reinforced daily (in just so many words) by my former husband, and tends to be a pattern since birth (birthparents didn’t want me, adoptive parents/siblings didn’t want me, husband didn’t want me, etc. etc.)

I guess some (including professionals I’d imagine) would dismiss me as incapable of having a relationship. But every relationship has always asked of me to ignore how I’m treated and stay good-natured, don’t worry about my needs, and ignore dishonesty and disloyalty. So I guess if that is what you have to swallow on a regular basis to have a “healthy” relationship, then no, I’m certainly not capable of it.

So why did I put up with the repeated lies and disrespect from Yo Yo Boy? Put up with it and took it for so long that when the anger did come, it was incontainable and I became the “mean” person I hate when I see it in other people? Don’t get me wrong - I do not regret one thing I said to that “man”. I do regret some things I didn’t say.

I can’t get a clear picture of what “I own” in this, and how to keep this from happening again.

It’s going to be one of those weeks.  Random Crap from my Hard Drive may be all you get this week.

Hop and smell the flowers.

Saved from a SomethingAwful thread and I can’t remember the context at all.

Pills ARE like a little pocket-sized friend, aren’t they?

I’ve seen two soft-coated Wheaten terriers around town in the past three weeks.  They are beyond adorable.

Favorite pic of me and my friend Jennifer (with her hubby Mike), Ney Years Eve 1998