“Hey Gibbs!” “Yes Ziva?” “I have been meaning to ask you something. What happened Friday night?” “What do you mean?” “I want to know what happened. I heard mom yelling at you. Loudly. I heard her say the “naughty” word and then mom chased you into the bedroom and shut the door.” “Yeah, so?” “What did you do?” “Why do I always have to do something?” “Mom yelled “naughty” at you, so that probably gives it away. You always seemRead more
Posts tagged: #Chicken
SoCS: The Organ of it All
Organ. Hmmmmm… Linda G. Hill requests I use the word organ in my post. I wonder if she smelled Natasha’s chicken livers cooking the other night. I hate liver, an organ meat. I know this because I keep trying liver and it continues to taste disgusting. I will eat chicken hearts and gizzards, but liver? No. I’ll stick with my bacon and organic chicken eggs. In other news, I’m officially on vacation. I left the organization that delivers my paycheck atRead more
Recognizing Canned Crap
“U really got to work on that voice recognition thing.” This is what Natasha texted to me after I sent her the following nonsense: “I talked to the vet, who tried to talk me into that can to crap they sell. After The Liberation, he said chicken and rice was okay and defeat it to him for a week.” Gibbs was having issues with diarrhea and I had made a call to the vet. My next text clarified: “Canned crap.Read more
Kitty Kat Blues
This one has the Kitty Kat Blues. He’s not feeling well. We’re in the middle of Round 3 of antibiotics for what appears to be a bladder infection. That was the result, twice, of urinalysis. Except that Gibbs only responds positive for a few days, then returns to frequenting the litter box with a dabble of pee here, a dabble of pee there. The litter looks like it’s been hit with shotgun pee pellets. The boy wanders in there everyRead more
Running with the Chicken
“One day, we will have a world where a chicken can cross the road without being questioned about his or her motives.” ~Anonymous~ Or cross the road without being chased by a black-and-orange striped beast. In case you are wondering where I’ve been… I’ve been running with the chicken. Penance for vacation. I’ll write as soon as I make it to the coop. If I make it to the coop.Read more
Cat Commandments
My Confession: Sometimes I DO ignore Gibbs and Ziva (but they always get even). I don’t spend the majority of my paycheck on cat gifts and toys. But, really, who else would get the kids a toy called Marie Rattoinette? Huh? *sheepishly, they agree* You know, I’ve had other cats before you. It is the way it is in the life of a feline lover. You both would have loved fat Willie (he was a beautiful soul), although the Queen would have had toRead more
Sunset Moon
Glorious in the sky, the moon appeared. The winds from earlier in the day had softened. After a tiring day at the office, the rectangular track around the apartment complex summoned a pair of sneakers. Saucony, size 9. Anyways… Around the buildings I walked. While the sun set. I’m really not fond of the “buy this piece of property” sign that adorns the field. This would have been a prettier photo without it. Anyways… The nostrils tingle from the cold. It’sRead more
Random Q & A
Strange thoughts circled around my head this week. Random questions and random answers. I blame caffeine, a busy week and lack of sleep. Readers, please help me answer the swirling questions. Pick a letter or two, or come up with an answer of your own. Leave a stupid comment. You can even ask your own burning question for another reader to answer. Have fun with it! I’ll be back after I do the dishes and watch Project Runway. Q: Why can I rememberRead more
Snow Day
Weekly Writing Challenge: Glimmers of a Beginning It’s snowing again. I drive down the six-lane highway, a long serpentine of headlights coming at me, then past me. It’s 4:00 pm. The light snow and late afternoon sky wraps unknown drivers in a blanket of foggy white and the greasy tire tracks in each lane of the highway is bordered by sticky, accumulating snow. Grammaw Bunny (that’s me) is not driving with her usual lead foot, choosing instead to get homeRead more
