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Growing up most kids have a favorite teddy bear.  Mine was a pink rabbit named… Lord, I can’t remember it’s name. I still have him.  He’s not so pink or furry any more.  He went everywhere with me.  Flopsy Rabbit.  It just came to me.  Flopsy has floppy ears.  My dog growing up, Peanut, ate one of Flopsy’s eyes and Mom replaced it with his nose.

But this isn’t about Flopsy.  This is about my current teddy bears.  I have 2.  One is named Houdini and one is named Irwin (after Steve Irwin the Croc Hunter).  They are cats.  I never was traditional in my teddy bear choices.  Oh… and there’s the whole… they’re alive thing too.  Irwin likes to lay up against me under the covers.  Snugged up against me.  And Houdini.  Well, he’s not happy unless he is laying on bear (excuse the pun) skin.  He likes to be up by my faces so I can pet him and then we go to sleep – Houdini in the teddy bear position.  I’m lucky.  They love me so.  Most of my cats are snuggle cats.  They like to be on you or have a paw on you.  Wellll… not you, unless you are my Beloved David, but me & him (him being David the founder of www.kalarhythms.com)


One of the women at work sent out an e-mail… who wants to join a Fantasy Football team?  I’d been wanting to for a while… so I did. (Image the daring of me – joining!)  It’s an all girl league and it’s a hoot!  I’m not really into football, I’ve watched all of about 15 minutes of 1 game so far this year (week 6 or 7 – see I’m not into it) but you don’t have to be to play in a Fantasy League.  Ok a cavat on that last statement… if they are just in it for fun and not money.  Plus it gives me something to do Sunday after Church. 

Ok. Have you ever seen a cats eyes glow and flash in the light? Have you ever wondered where the writers of Stargate came up with the idea of glowing eyed aliens?? Have you ever thought your cat was trying to control you? Have you ever wondered why cat’s are SO independant?

It’s my theory that the writers of Stargate came up with the idea of for the Goa’uld when one of them had the pants scared off of them when they caught their cats eyes flash and glow in the pitch black. How many of us haven’t had the pants scared off of us by a cat’s eyes glowing and flashing?  Come on, let’s be real.  I think it’s how the Goa’uld came ino being.

I could be wrong.

Life isn’t like a box of chocolates.
It’s more like a jar of jalapenos.
What you do today, might burn your butt tomorrow.

Just remember — if the world didn’t suck, we would all fall off.

May the fleas of a thousand camels infest the crotch of the person who screws up your day and may their arms be too short to scratch.

Life… it’s terminal.

When is dead not dead?
When you are on a science fiction show.

After watching Show Me the Mummy (Season 3, Episode 5) it’s obvious how the are going to bring back Nathan Stark. They left it wide open if Ed Quinn ever wants to come back.

Nathan gave Allison a logic diamond as a wedding present. He “imprinted a small part of himself” into the diamond. So they will do something like…

…use the diamond to attrack Nathan’s essence from time and reassemble him. Or…

…use the essence of Nathan that is in the diamond to recreate his DNA and create a Nathan clone.

…or something like that. So as always with SciFi unless you have a dead crispy body to show … the person can always come back. And even if you do have a crispy body (Carson Beckett) you can still come back.

When is dead not dead? When you are on a SciFi show.

I love my kitties… most of the time. Right now I would like to finish sewing the little sequins on my top – the manufacturer didn’t sew them on well and they need to be re-sewn. Larson has made that impossible by laying in my arms. My lap isn’t good enough. I tried to move her to my lap. She got all hissy walked away and then came back and hopped up into my arms… again. I’m cat furniture. I love my Larson. And I usually would encourage her to do this … but I want to sew (would like to finish sewing) my sequins !! I’m a kitty bed. I’m a lounge chair. I’m a chaise lounge. I’m a hammock. Oi! Fortunately it’s easy to “type” on the PDA while I’m busy sitting still being furniture. Larson is sleeping now. I guess the my job as furniture is successful.