A Stimulating Face Palm

I was emailing back and forth with a peer on Tuesday. Peer congratulated me on a work-related accomplishment and then asked if I got “the $5,000 check yet.” (She was referring to the latest stupid plan to help people who are struggling financially in the U.S. by allowing them to take a loan of $5,000 from their future Social Security payments. I’m not going to discuss my opinion of this stupid plan here, as this is only an explanation ofRead more

SoCS from the Pod: The Word

Hey Gibbs? Hang on a minute. Finishing up some business in the sandbox. I hope you’re not leaving a stinker again. Maybe. Make sure you cover. Why? I like the smell of me. Yeah, but mom doesn’t. Be considerate for a change. Whatever. Okay, I’m done. What do you want? What are we supposed to be writing for mom today? I think it has to do with a stream of something and a word. I did that in the box.Read more

SoCS: If He Could Talk

“Oh boy…” “What is it Gibbs?” “Why don’t you ever stay home?” “I am home, sitting here in my pajamas.” “I mean all day.” “Oh…” “It’s one of those two days when you don’t have to earn money for kibble.” “Yes it is.” “Then why don’t you stay home?” “Because I have other things to do.” “Like what?” “Like shopping for food, my own kibble if you will. Or shopping for clothes, having lunch with friends, going to church, ridingRead more

SoCS: Musings from the Where Pod

“Where did she go Ziva?” “Why do you always ask me that?” “Because I think you know.” “I know nothing, Gibbs. Absolutely nothing.” “Are you sure? Positive?” “Yes, I’m positive. The one thing I do know is that she always comes home to feed and pet us.” “That’s true, but I can never tell when. Why doesn’t she come home at the same time every day?” “Because she wants to drive you crazy.” “Funny.” “It’s a short trip.” “Not funny.”Read more

Musings from the Pod VII: It’s All I’ve Got

“Ugh…Gibbs.” “What?” “I’m disgusted.” “I told you there’s a reason why I don’t always cover the poo.” “This is not about you.” “Then what?” “Mom is filling up the big blue box with her clothes again.” “I know, I’m trying to ignore the situation or make her think I don’t care.” “That never works.” “It’s all I’ve got, dear Ziva.” “I wish mom would stay home.” “I thought about tripping her as she’s walking down the hall.” “What good wouldRead more

His Momma Left Him

“To me, country music tells a story about, and deals with, the way people live their lives and what they do.” ~Randy Travis~ I’m not a huge fan of country music. I cherry-pick at it, depending on the lyrics and music. Sometimes I do country music simply because Keith Urban is on the TV with a guitar. That being said, blogging friend Dan over at No Facilities loves country music and decided it applies to cats as well as people.Read more

Between the Cotton Sheets

Her muffled, fearful yelp woke him. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked as his hand fell softly across the ivory of her shoulder. “Did you have a nightmare?” “Yes, it was awful. I was living in a house with snakes.” “Really? That sounds incredibly creepy.” Margo rolled over onto her right side, toward her love, the angst of a slithery dream still fresh on her face. “It was so weird, as if living with snakes was normal. They were everywhere –Read more

Near Miss

They called it a near miss, but I called it strategic planning. “What are you doing, G?” “Admiring my recent work, dear sister.” The dark slits of her eyes narrowed as her chest heaved in disbelief. “Seriously? Why would you admire this work? It’s uninteresting and has no meaning.” “No meaning? Of course it has meaning,” he said as he smoothed insulted gray hair. “I don’t get it.” “I’m strategic in the placement. It’s exactly where it’s supposed to be,Read more

Musings from the Pod VI: 10 Minutes

“Alas, poor mackerel in a can. I knew it, Ziva, a fish of infinite taste, of most excellent cuisine. It hath borne me on my lips several times, and now, how cherished in my imagination it is! I want to gorge upon it!” “Gibbs, what are you doing?” “I’m filling in for mom, writing for her blog. What do you think?” “No.” “No? I thought I was giving everyone a bit of cat culture.” “By bastardizing Shakespeare?” “How did youRead more

From the Kitchen…

Natasha and I haven’t danced a polka in the kitchen for some time. It’s a bit unnatural. I’m not sure why because we often intersect in the kitchen during supper and snack time and making of the foodstuffs. You’d think we’d knock each other over once in awhile, or dance. On Saturday, Natasha was standing near the cupboard door that I needed to open. As I began to open the door, I said to her… “Watch your head.” Her response?Read more

Guessing Game

Last Saturday, I asked Natasha an important question. “Guess what day it is?’ After a few seconds of intense thought… “Is it my birthday?” No. “Is it Saturday?” Well, yeah, but…no. “Is it Star Trek Day?” Every day is Star Trek Day. “Is it Columbus Day?” No. Natasha guessed a few additional days related to Star Trek and whatever bounced off the top of her head, but I don’t remember the exact words. In trying to recollect them several hoursRead more

Christmas Eve from the Pod

Gibbs? Yeah, whattya want? Well aren’t we Mr. Grumpy Pants… I’m busy sleeping in my Christmas present. You mean OUR Christmas present, right? Mom bought the new cat tree for the both of us. Whatever… Gibbs! Why are you acting like the cigar you left in the litter box? I guess I’m a little down today. Why today? It’s Christmas Eve. Santa is going to leave something for us tonight, although he has big shoes to fill. Mom outdid himRead more