BiddiesInMyBrain

Rebel Rabbit

This has long been one of my favorite Bugs Bunny cartoons... all about fighting for your rights and place in society... and, as Bugs is wont to do, taking it over the top... And the puns are great. LOL

Make Mine Freedom

Ooof.  A 1950s anti-Communist propaganda cartoon:

Meet Sophia

I don't think I have introduced her before, but this is our "new" outdoor kitty, Sophia, who adopted us early in the Spring. A friend of ours, who is currently visiting Turkey and the Middle East, named her, and I'll bet at least some of you will get the reference if I tell you I greet her every day with a hearty "Hiya, Sophia!!" and a chuckle. ::grin::

This is the sweetest kitty... she helps with the gardening, the planting of new grass seed, the eating of kitty food, and with casual and kind greetings at the front door. I get *really* freaked out if she is not around when I come to the door and call her - but, as Ms Kitty says, I am learning to calm my fear and put it in a good place while Sophia goes about her own day, being independent and doing her own things. I'm sure I am not the only sucker, er, caretaker who gives her food and water and lots of loving... but she seems to spend most of her time at our house.

And, in honor of Ms Sophia, here is a redux of my favorite Cat Haiku...

You never feed me.
Perhaps I'll sleep on your face.
That will show you.

You must scratch me there!
Yes, above my tail! Behold,
elevator butt.

I need a new toy.
Tail of black dog keeps good time.
Pounce! good dog! good dog!

The rule for today.
Touch my tail, I shred your hand.
New rule tomorrow.

In deep sleep hear sound
Cat vomit hairball somewhere.
Will find in morning.

Grace personified
I leap into the window
I meant to do that

Blur of motion, then-
Silence, me, a paper bag
What is so funny?

The mighty hunter
Returns with gifts of plump birds
Your foot just squashed one.

You're always typing
Well, let's see you ignore my
Sitting on your hands.

My small cardboard box
You cannot see me if I
Can just hide my head.

Terrible battle
I fought for hours. Come and see!
What's a "term paper"?

Kitty likes plastic
Confuses for litter box
Don't leave tarp around

Small brave carnivores
Kill pine cones and mosquitoes
Fear vacuum cleaner

Want to trim my claws
Don't even think about it!
My yelps will wake the dead

I want to be close
To you. Can I fit my head
inside your armpit?

Wanna go outside.
Oh, no! Help! I got outside!
Let me back inside!

Oh no! Big One
has been trapped by newspaper.
Cat to the rescue!

Humans are so strange.
Mine lies still in the bed, then screams!
My claws aren't that sharp....

Cats meow out of angst
"Thumbs! If only we had thumbs!
We could break so much"

Litter box not there
You must have moved it again
I'll crap in the sink

The Big Ones snore now
Every room is dark and cold
time for "Cup Hockey"

We're almost equals
I purr to show I love you
Want to smell my butt.

Giant Lego Boulder

OK.. On a really rough day this made me laugh...

Protestors

Oh!!! Laugh away! Garry Kasparov's speech is interrupted by protestors.

The best part? The bodyguards going into action to attack the "threat" while the entire audience - and the panelists - clap and laugh. I thought it hysterically funny.

Someone has a sense of humor! Why couldn't someone do this in the gallery at the House of Reps? I'm thinking Code Pink needs to get on board with this...

Women Can Do Things Too - Via the Muppets

When It Hurts To Type, You KNOW You've Overdone the Yardwork

But you know what? I feel so self-satisfied right now I should have yellow feathers sticking out of my grin. But I think I need to watch that analogy. Sylvester the Cat always gets gotten by Tweety Bird in the end.

Wanna see what I did, though? May 08 At Home

The story is (and I am sticking to it) that I woke up this morning at 8 and was all chipper and called a friend and said "Let's go to Lowe's and get some bedding plants!" She was like... yeah! Let's go spend Laura's money! LOL Well, we found some terrific things, and I am SO happy... except that I decided to till the entire four foot width from the house to the street myself with a claw hand-tiller before I started planting, then I raked in manure... and will add in the mulch this weekend, when I plant the black-eyed susans and the white marigolds. I was feeling all chipper and great and can-do! I planted heather and geraniums and ivy and hosta and all sorts of stuff... then I planted my tomatoes and realized I needed to come in and take a bath before the contractors came with the CH&A stuff because I was covered in mud and manure.

WELL, I got in the tub and came to the realization that I had REALLY OVERDONE IT. Like ... I don't know if I will be able to move tomorrow morning. Every time I sit down I think it will be my last, and every time I stand up my feet feel like painful bubbles. No blisters anywhere - even on my pampered hands which are protesting the typing I am doing right now - but OMG... I HURT.

So much for being all chipper. I'd like to say I've learned my lesson, but sadly, this is all part of a pattern of stubbornness and bullheadedness I inherited from my grandmother, and from her ancestors long before her. LOL. I'm doomed. Crash simply laughs and shakes his head; he's been down this road with me before and HE learns from his mistakes. Me? I'm a hopeless, lost cause.

And I am laughing now only becuase I have a muscle relaxant and Tylenol on board. OMG. Tomorrow morning. I dread tomorrow morning.

Wish me something kind? Or at least wish me some smarts for next time??

Thx.

Why Men Shouldn't Take Messages

OMG. It's True!

You Are a Boston Creme Donut

You have a tough exterior. No one wants to mess with you. But on the inside, you're a total pushover and completely soft. You're a traditionalist, and you don't change easily. You're likely to eat the same doughnut every morning, and pout if it's sold out.

What Donut Are You?

::cringe:: or, Why I am No Longer A Librarian

::giggle::

My worst blunder as a librarian came when I was talking to a *very* nervous 6-7-year-old at the reference desk. He was one foot to another, wringing his hands, no parent in sight. So I put on a gentle smile and asked him, "How may I help you?"

He said, softly, "Ineedabookaboutthepenis."

A little unprepared for *that* request, I gently asked him to repeat himself.

He said, a little more urgently, "INEEDABOOKABOUTTHEPENIS."

Here's where I went wrong. I didn't ask him to clarify the point. I just assumed he was looking for a full color, age-appropriate spread of the male organ.

So, I took him over to children's and pulled a LOVELY, very age-appropriate book, with a nice big picture of the penis. I opened it and started to hand it to him.

He visibly recoiled and said - very plainly this time - "EW! NO! I NEED A BOOK ABOUT THE PEANUTS! THE CARTOON!"

I am *so* glad I am not paying his therapy bills. ::chuckle::