Today is Mother’s Day and Lord Dudley Mountcatten marked the occasion by doing absolutely nothing. He didn’t hack me up a hairball, he didn’t push his food bowl my way… he didn’t even drop a dead mouse at my feet. What a slacker!
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I mean really, would it have killed him to order me a box of cocktail chocolates?
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No, it would not. The lazy sod sleeps on the keyboard for heaven’s sake… and don’t tell me he doesn’t have thumbs. Those paws are more dexterous than you think.
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(Don’t laugh, kitty mothers count.) Come on Dudley… River needs a chocolate covered margarita.
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See? This cat made breakfast…. I don’t think I’m being at all unreasonable.
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Right away I am going to do my breakfast, once having my breakfast coming yet again to read other news.
They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day. And clearly, this person prefers my blog to the morning newspaper. Makes me wonder if my posts have the same physiological effects as oatmeal.
Have you ever wondered about the origin of certain phrases ? I do, and tend to go off on meandering paths of research that waste an inordinate amount of time. So allow me to share a few explanations in the hopes that this will be quick and painless… for you anyway.
#1. Basket Case
While it tends to be used in a fairly lighthearted way today (usually describing someone who makes stupid mistakes, or crumbles under pressure), the original basket case is a gruesome reminder of how bloody war can be. In its original context, a basket case was a soldier who had been so badly injured that he had to be carried from the battlefield in a barrow or basket, usually with the implication that he had lost all four of his limbs.
Yes, that phrase was considerably darker upon inception.
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#2. Cooties
As a nickname for body or head lice, cooties first appeared as slang in 1915. It’s apparently derived from the coot, a species of waterfowl supposedly known for being infested with lice and other parasites.
Hmm. And I always thought I made it up in the second grade to describe that weird little girl with the greasy hair who lived down the street. Disappointing, that.
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#3. Pogey Bait
Pogey-bait was candy, or a sweet snack of any kind, among American and Canadians. No one is quite sure where the term comes from, but the first part could be pogy, a nickname for the menhaden fish, literally “fish-bate”.
I realize this phrase may be slightly regional to my area, but the fact that “fish bate” was turned into a term for candy really does boggle the mind. A lump of dead fish…. or a chocolate bar? Not really a hard choice there.
I think we can all agree if you invite a cat into your home and heart, they quickly turn your house into their kingdom and rule with an iron fist. While all cat owners know this, there’s now an artist who’s showing us world domination isn’t far behind.
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*Gulp*
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Catzilla?
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He’ll make mincemeat out of those puny Power Rangers! And then perhaps, a pie.
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To be viewed while humming the old Vanity Fare song ‘Hitchin’ A Ride’.
We had an odd sun reflection in our living room last week.
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Strange coincidence … or alien targeting technology?
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Time will tell.
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Martin, I immediately thought of you. But, blech! It’s still a giant no from where I’m sitting.
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A few of my friends might get this for Christmas. You know who you are… but what makes it odd is the label. ‘Nice Stuff For Mom’. I don’t know about you, but I never tipped back half a dozen martinis with my mother.
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And finally, anatomically correct beer glasses. While I can almost see the appeal of the female version…. the hourglass figure makes for a good grip… the male glass is more than a trifle disturbing.
I like flipping through magazines and finding cocktail recipes.
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Mmm…. this sounds refreshing. Needless to say I shall be adjusting the required alcohol amounts. 3 tbsps of gin? Bitch, please.
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I like finding a decent cat food Lord Dudley Mountcatten will actually eat.
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Three ingredients, you can’t beat that.
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In other news, I like cheese.
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Tell me you haven’t felt the same way. Go ahead… I dare you.
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If you’ve never tried Mrs. Meyer’s cleaning products you really should. Their scents are marvelous. Basil, geranium, honeysuckle, bluebell and the latest… fresh mown grass. Ooh la la! If it wasn’t so soapy I swear I’d use it as perfume.
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And finally, I like Dudley’s laissez faire attitude when it comes to dining. If the human puts your dinner in front of you when you’re lying down? Why bother getting up….
You never know when Lord Dudley Mountcatten will feel like playing. One minute he’s sound asleep on the couch while you’re watching Ken Burns’ documentary on Ernest Hemingway. The next?
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He’s nutty as a fruitcake and flinging his toys across the room.
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Maybe it was all the talk of Hemingway’s romantic entanglements that got him frisky. Ernest did love the ladies…
*Title is an archaic reference to a classic game show. Kudos if you know which one.*
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Oh, be quiet.
The point of this blog? WordPress followers. I know most of you probably don’t pay attention to your list, but I do and conduct daily removals of all businesses and bots. I don’t need car insurance, yoga pants, a kale soufflé recipe or a 5 step program to be a better me. This me is as good a me as I’m ever going to get. Someday someone will explain to me why so many of these people/machines feel the need to follow me over and over again.
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Dairy products? Perhaps she/it wants to hug a cow…
Furniture? Clearly someone/thing enjoyed my leather chair shopping saga.
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Same face, three different names and sites. Zap. Zap. Zap.
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And back she/it comes. No matter how many times I delete…
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The next day they’re back.
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So here’s my question.
What are they getting out of this? And why can’t they take the hint?
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Nice try with the alcohol Paula. At least you’re getting to know me better.
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