Sugared Harpy

How freaking cool!!! I went over to vote for Daisybones for the Freakiest Blogger and what do I find?

Jessica, I’m speechless. Thank you :)

Wednesday was my day of suck and the internets got shafted. Basically it was a busy work day with some crazy thrown in for good measure.

I present more cat blogging to you today, brought to you by my 19 week old orange tabby kitten, Toby.

Seven Weird/Random Things about Toby

1. I like it when Lydia, the bigger cat, cleans my ears. A lot. I will shun all for this.

2. I am also a huge fan of her licking my bum.

3. I very much enjoy sleeping face to face with the people. FACE TO FACE, I said, Lady. I want your nose to touch my nose, no matter how sneezy you get.

4. Have obsession for ice water. Not in my bowl, are you crazy? YOUR ice water. In your glass. I’m refined and shit.

5. Have obsession for bath water. Could be fresh and new and warm, could be full of shaving cream, whatever. There is nothing wrong with sitting on naked people’s laps while they’re in the tub so I can lap up this questionable water. Don’t judge me.

6. I do not like toilet water. Yet. I haven’t tried it.

7. I have just figured there is another room in this house, called the “outside.” I’ve made a break for it once to twice only to be thwarted before making a full exploration. I’m working on a new plan.

I listen to Sara and whatever Sara tells me to do, I do it. She demanded I get a camera and by god I DID.

And I promptly killed it. By my mere presence. I am choosing to believe it’s my hott electricity.

That would make TWO cameras in about two months. At least one came out of the box all fucked up and blank screened…return!!!

I have decided to let my children host a Christmas Party.

There will probably be live blogging that night that looks something like:

HALP!

Sorry, ya’ll. I missed a day of NaBloPoMo. I was barely home. I was out with my super great, delicious NB running errands.

Okay, I’m not that sorry.

But here! Here is a meme from my cat!

Lydia sez:
Seven Weird/Random Things

1. The Mommy has started feeding me expensive organic, all natural cat food. I hate it. She’s a bitch, that one. Organic, my ass.

2. I am currently sleeping in the pile of curtains I pulled down earlier.

3. I leave tufts of hair all over the house. Black tufts of my fur. They are like presents for the Dyson.

4. I will also eat those tufts of fur if the Dyson doesn’t want them.

5. Every time people go in the kitchen, it’s time for wet food. I hate that they can’t figure this out, I try to tell them by screeching at them.

6. If I could give this kitten a bath every minute of the day, I would.

7. I love you. I don’t know you, but if you come over I will love you. I’m kind of a whore for a cat. A LOVE whore.

Courtesy of Cynematic!

1. Link to the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
2. Share 7 random and or weird things about yourself.
3. Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
4. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

1. I have to write out numbers. See that title? SEVEN, not 7. I do just put the number sometimes because I think normal people do, and it hurts me.

2. I own a Ziggy pillowcase from my childhood, from at least before I was three (see that, THREE, not 3) according to pictures. And yep, it’s on my bed right now.

3. I am re-pinking my hair right now. With Rusk Scream that my hairdresser gave me. It lasted for about three weeks but it not as smooth to put on as Manic Panic.

4. My children thought cottage cheese was ice cream for about three or four years. Oh yeah!

5. I cannot spread my toes, at all. It’s the silliest thing and the complete opposite of my sister and apparently, Cynematic.

6. I am so super ticklish everywhere and it pisses me off. NB has recently found this out. STOP IT.

7. For the first time in my life, I would like my libido to cool off just a bit…maybe to say, NORMAL. Down, girl, DOWN.

I have to tag people, and I don’t care if you’ve already done this before (suckas!) so I tag:
Sara
Not Faint Hearted
Kathy
Zoe
DaisyBones

And then I’ve just decided to tag my CATS. We are definitely at the end of November. Cat blogging weekend, here we come.

Our kitten, Tobias (Toby, Tobies) has taken to carrying around a loofah baby. It is just a bath loofah that I don’t think anyone really uses in this house, but Toby finds it comforting in all its scratchy glory.

It’s exactly like one of these:

And Toby, who is about 18 weeks old and a little orange tabby beauty, carries it around like its his baby. It’s about as big as he is. He bites into it, carries it to his next sleeping place, drops it, and snuggles up to it.

A snuggly, scratchy loofah baby. I seem to have taken to sleeping with the loofah baby myself.

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I hope all Americans have a happy and safe Thanksgiving. Thanks for reading through this crazy year!

Brett was dumped a few weeks ago. I mentioned it several days ago, the day I found out, but didn’t give any details. I was busy making a little boy smile.

Brett is 11 and has had this little girlfriend since LAST YEAR. Understandably, I’m totally fine with this breakup. From a girl whose name I have to share covertly. The first part of her name is nice, rhymes with “look” and is a lovely word for a stream. That last part of her first name is: sie. It rhymes wish Looksie. Crazy talk. But who am I to name your kid for you?

Anyhoo, this breakup was fine with me…awful for his bitty heart.

I was in the bathtub when Brett came in to talk to me. Um, yeah, that’s not unusual around this house. I keep waiting for them to start caring about seeing me naked, but they are completely unaware it’s maybe not a thing every one else does.

So, Brett comes in to talk to me, sitting on the edge of the tub and starts giving his invite list for a Christmas party the boys want to have with their friends. He lists 8 boys and 1 girl. This girl is unfamiliar to me. I ask, “What about your girlfriend? Did you forget her?”

“Nope.”

“Huh?”

“I included her.”

(Duh).

“Okay, you have a new girlfriend! Hooray for you! What happened to the other one?”

Face in hands, tears. Holy shit.

“Oh, baby doll, she broke up with you?”

Nods.

“I’m so sorry, that hurts. Was she nice about it, at least? Did she tell you that an evil gnome made her do it?”

He recovers a bit, smiles. And tells me that she was, thankfully, very nice about it. She did it in person, not through a friend, she wasn’t bratty or mean, she just very nicely said she still liked him but also liked another boy so she was breaking up. She patted his shoulder.

For an 11 year old girl, that’s pretty damn nice. For most of us, that’s pretty damn nice.

The newness! The freshness!

CHERRIES.

I love these squirrelly cherry stems on Osias Beert’s Still Life with Cherries and Strawberries in China Bowls.

Oil on panel
Staatliche Museen, Berlin

The most awesome time killer in my life, The Web Gallery of Art, happily shares amazing images from the art periods I love more than anything. I have seen a few of Beert’s paintings before (this is the Elder Beert, for those who play along), and this has always been my favorite.

I love Beert’s richness of color, whimsical use of those cherry stems, the awesomely arranged scene and perspective that makes you feel like you’re standing at the table, and the fun of still life (to me) that is: LOOK AT MY FABULOUS THINGS.

If you want to see one in person, you can see Beert’s Dishes with Oysters, Fruit, and Wine at the National Gallery in Washington, D.C.

I hope you enjoy!

I’ll be redesigning this site today…I don’t know how to do that without you all seeing it except when I normally do it at midnight.

I suspect it will batshit crazy sometimes. All apologies.