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Kari Byron: I think the idea of talking to your plants is some foolish, hippy crystal gripping nonsense and it absolutely has no effect on your plants.

Since I can’t figure out how to update the existing file here’s the new update for my MyTown spreadsheet.  If you have any changes or updates to it let me know and we’ll do this again.  Actually we’ll do it again when I level up and can update my properties to level 22.

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This is my story of how I became an unintentional Crazy Cat Lady.

I like animals.  If it’s furry, 4 legged and mammalian, it’s welcome in my house. Growing up I always had a cat and a dog.  I had the coolest dog growing up. Inky. My Grandfather rescued him from Paoli Pike (a busy 4 lane street) and when he passed away Mom & Dad inherited him.  Inky is a blog for another day.

Like I said, I didn’t intend to be a Crazy Cat Lady.  It just happened.  When David and I bought this house there were some outdoor kitties that were living on the porch.  We continued in Mr. Norton’s path and took care of them.  Well, one thing led to another and the next season there was a kitten who needed vet care and it was night. So we brought the little guy inside so we could get our hands on him to take him to the vet the next day.

Let me jump back. When we moved into the house I had 1 cat. 1 big black cat with an attitude.  She was used to be the only.  So we brought in the sick kitten we put it in a cage with a towel and some water and David went off to get some wet food for it.  Well the kitten wouldn’t stay in the cage.  So in order to keep this little Houdini (yes, he is my Butt) in the house David brought in his friends.  All all 6 of these kittens went into the bathroom.  TAH-DAH instant Crazy Cat Lady.  And it wasn’t my fault! I didn’t bring them in.

The unfortunate thing is once you have multiple cats, it’s easy to add just one more.

The good thing is … I live with a Crazy Cat Man.

Abby Sciuto: Yes, when I applied my own special and unique brand of chemical, ran it through the laser scanner a few times, we get… this.  The miracle that separates us from all other primates.  Really bad penmanship.

My girlfriend and I have been having a conversation about blogging. I modified this song in her honor 100% selfishness and only blogging about herself.

You logged onto Facebook
Like you were logging into the Pentagon
Your fingers strategically on the keyboard
Your laptop was very red
You had one eye in the mirror
As you watched yourself type
And all the girls dreamed that they’d be your friend
They’d be your friend, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this blog is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this blog is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?

You had me several months ago
When I was still quite naive
Well, you said that we made such good friends
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me
I had some dreams they were butterflies instead of coffee
Butterflies instead of coffee, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this blog is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this blog is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?

I had some dreams they were butterflies instead of coffee
Butterflies instead of coffee, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this blog is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this blog is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?

Well, I hear you went up to Portland
And your horse naturally won
Then you drive your minivan up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well, you’re where you should be all the time
And when you’re not, you’re with
Some Facebook friend or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this blog is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this blog is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?

I hope you like.  Keep on blogging!

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Adam Savage: [speaking of duct tape] Well, it’s like the Force. It’s got a light side and a dark side and it binds the whole universe together.

For those few of you who actually read my blog post I just wanted to explain why I post so many TV quotes.  When I go back and read them they make me happy.  And that basically it.  Thanks for reading and I hope the quotes make you smile too.

Major Samantha Carter: Wait a minute…are you saying the Ancients actually lost one of their own cities?
Dr. Daniel Jackson: No, no…they didn’t lose it. They – they made it lost…to other people that might try to find it. I’m guessing that they camouflaged it…and removed all reference to it from the written history.
Colonel Jack O’Neill: So…the lost city is…still lost?
Daniel: I’m pretty sure.
Jack: You know, you told me to give Anubis that eye.
Sam: According to reports from our allies, Anubis is quickly conquering the other system lords.
Teal’c: He will dominate the galaxy in a very short time.
Jack: I only did it because you said we could whup his ass with what we find in this lost city.
Daniel: Wa-if I said that, then I-I hope it’s…true, but…but all I know is that the place you’re searching right now is not it.
Jack: Then…where is “it”?
Daniel: Did I just say “all I know”?
Jack: Everyone turn away. I want no witnesses.

Jonas Quinn: At this point, uh, we believe that we’ve mapped the full extent of the ruins.
Colonel Jack O’Neill: No…fancy guns or anything cool?
Jonas: Well, we’ve only completed a preliminary investigation… [Daniel and an airman descend into the Briefing Room].
Dr. Daniel Jackson: I’m sorry I’m late I, uh, [he looks at his watch] forgot what time the meeting was… [he half-laughs, then continue when all look at him in silence] It’s a little joke there. It’s the memory thing…
General George Hammond: Dr. Jackson, this briefing is classified.
Daniel: Yeah, Jonas mentioned that, but, uh, you all said that I used to be a part of this, so…look, I can’t really give you a good reason, I just…feel like I should be here.
General Hammond: Good enough. [Daniel walks over and takes a seat next to Sam at the table.]
Daniel: Beside, who am I gonna tell? I mean, I don’t, uh, I don’t remember anybody, right?
Jack: Good one.
Daniel: Thanks, Jim.