Where to put you?

I’ve been meaning to work on book and film reviews lately, but I’m lazy. There are a few more…important things to work with, like dogs, cleaning, and filling out applications. Hell, who am I kidding? I simply haven’t felt like it.

Last I checked, I had about 10 to 15 film reviews to do and then I’d be more or less caught up. This does not include Kung Fu Panda because it’s been well over a year since I sat down to watch it and the most I could do for a review right now would be “dude that was cool!” And I had written down about 20 titles of books to review, including the names of the anthologies I wanted to work on writing about.

When I do reviews, I do attempt to write a brief synopsis of the film, book, or story (if it’s an anthology) and then give my opinion. I’ve noticed that if I enjoy a book, I find it’s either one paragraph or two and I go off about how awesome it is. But if I do not like the book or film in question, I go off on a written rampage that spans…quite a ways. Then again, I’ve noticed that if I write the review right after finishing the film or book, it’s more comprehensive.

I have yet to start the review for Game of Thrones by George R R Martin (I’m on Clash of Kings) and I have yet to work on a review for Creepers by David Morrell that is longer than “that shit is fucking awesome” or “squee!”

The reviews are mainly for my own reference. I started with the film reviews (which is probably why it’s currently at 599 reviews) to help remind us what films we saw were terrible and which ones were pretty awesome. Since these are for my own sheer amusement, the reviews have run-on sentences and a smattering of cuss words. And eventually I realized I should work on book reviews so I can remind myself which books to happily avoid.

So, I’ve been going back and forth on where exactly to put these. I could leave these on my rinky-dink Angelfire site (what can I say? I’m a creature of habit) or I could work on just putting them up randomly on the blog. But would I copy-n-paste what I’ve already gotten up or just work on new reviews and post them on the blog? Would I put the review on both the blog and my little rinky-dink site?

I’m really not sure what I’ll do. Maybe I’ll figure something out when I’ve got a few new reviews to post up somewhere.


Meet Cricket!

This past Thursday afternoon, we found ourselves at the RVSPCA and signed the paperwork to take “Puppy” home for two weeks. Everyone was quite excited that we were able to foster again and we got this squirmy little puppy.

We took to calling her “Puppy” while we were trying to figure out what exactly we were going to call her. We were trying to go for something obscure from a book, film, or television show but we couldn’t get past “What the hell what their name?” and “It has to be something remotely pronounceable cos “Daenerys” is hard to pronounce when you’ve never heard it spoken.” We eventually decided to call her “Kiwi” because we just bought a couple kiwis and the fruit is awesome, and the bird is squee-worthy. Plus, she’s brown so it works. But, we attempted to call her Kiwi and it just didn’t work out.

So, now her name is “Cricket.” She hops and bounces like a cricket, and she is also surprisingly loud for such a little dog. Then again, she is a 2-month old puppy and therefore she’s going to be loud. We learned that she has got to be mixed with some sort of hound (her paperwork says “pitbull/unknown”). She’s got the large floppy ears, she’s got the same head-shape and somehow managed to give the same look that Firefly does, and she bays like a beagle (or a coonhound)

We’ve had her for a couple days and she’s interesting. She knows to not go after Ugly, but Snooch is fair game (something we are trying to squash because  it is not safe for a puppy to lop after a cat). Bug is enamored with her, she went insane and had to say hi to the puppy before spazzing out in the kitchen. Cricket stays pretty quiet over the course of the night and she tries so hard to not mess her crate.

Of course we do get a couple accidents, but she is a puppy and that’s ok. Jamie noticed yesterday that she does try to signal when she has to go out. She’s being crate trained and she’s doing rather well.  She is working on having a great recall (and that makes me squee because a good recall is a wonderful thing to have).

We’ve also learned: She is kind of a Browncoat. I cut Firefly on and watched “Shindig” with her, she snuggled up under the blanket and seemed to enjoy watching Jayne more than Mal so I was highly entertained. Cricket is also only a good cuddle monster when you’re playing games if someone else is on the couch and playing with her or you’ve pooped her out sufficiently and have given her a stuffy to keep her occupied. Otherwise, she’ll hop onto whomever has the controller and you will lose a life for your character.

We will have Cricket until October 5th. She is a 2-month old brindle pittie mix. She kind of looks like the puppy version of Miss Zee from Love and a Six-Foot Leash.

Not your everyday gamer

I am not your everyday gamer. Hell, I don’t even really consider myself a “gamer” unless I think about it and have this dawn of realization hit me. (I usually consider myself a game-watcher) To me, to be considered a “gamer” this awe of the latest consoles must be easily available and/or play games that have recently come out.

I’ve never played Xbox, we don’t own the latest consoles, and while it might be fun to own one of them sometime in the future I really don’t care. I know that Jamie would like a new(er) console at some point, but he’s also a big fan of the horror genre games (Resident Evil, Silent Hill, etc) and there are more games available on the newer consoles. He also loves seeing the progress from cheesey 8-bit games to almost insanely realistic characters and/or settings.

…I don’t know if we still own a PS2 anymore. Our last gaming purchase was a Sega Genesis and “Stimpy’s Invention” so Jamie could get eaten by rabid cabbages and that was about 3 years ago. (link goes to Amazon. Jamie paid approximately $1 plus shipping) We also have an FC Twin, which plays both NES and SNES games. This is awesome, but the only downside is the thingies for the controllers are set up for SNES and therefore you’re fucked when you want to play “Duck Hunt.” (we currently have 2 NES consoles that may or may not work, they were given to us and we were told they worked but they don’t work for us. so, of course, they’re in the basement and being ignored. I am also afraid of opening them up and “cleaning them out” as my aunt suggested because I’m afraid I’ll break something.)

When we do play games, we find ourselves mainly playing Mario Brothers (1, 2, or 3). Ok, I lie. Usually Jamie plays and I just throw Mario off a cliff. (and man I want a copy of Mario All-Stars or Mario Kart so bad)

When I play console games, I regress back into a 5 year old. I press buttons, I don’t pay attention to anything (unless I’m playing the Timon-and-Puumba pinball game), and I get irritated quite fast and just kill my character. This may come from childhood where if I wanted to play a game, I got Tetris (woo!), Mario, or Duck Hunt. (unfortunately, by this time Hogan’s Alley was long gone, but I have a copy now! Jamie bought it for my birthday a couple years ago)  I was not, under any circumstances, allowed to touch Fester’s Quest or my dad’s precious “Zelda Gold.”  And within a couple minutes I would be told what to do until I gave up and my dad would play the game for hours. (then again, this might also be why I loathe “Bejeweled.”) And shortly after I play, I complain that my thumbs hurt and I give up. (I also don’t have my “Turtles in Time” game to play, it is currently lost at my mom’s house. I can honestly say, I have played Single Player mode once, it was hard as hell for me when I was little so I always did 2-player. It’s like trying to do “story/fight mode” in the Mortal Kombat games, I can’t do it, I have to do 2-player)

My mom gave me her DS because she hadn’t played it in about 6 months. It came with the brain-game doohicky and it’s not all that interesting (gee, it’s nice to know I have the brain of a 70 year old. I can’t do backwards math that fast) It also came with a puzzle game. I love puzzles. This is “Mystery Case Files” and yes it is a kid’s game. It is also slightly terrifying when you’re arachnophobic.

There is no real “goal” besides going from level to level to find things (it’s an electronic “I Spy“). I’ve beaten the whole story-mode game and happily deleted my dad’s game so I could play it again. The second level, however, I found that it is timed. I hate timed games, especially if they’re puzzles. I always feel like I don’t ever have enough time to do what I need to do in a game to be able to beat the clock and not die in the game. The characters in the game are terribly goofy and I find that I have to prepare myself for a pending panic attack every time I play it.

Instead of console games (like Mean Bean Machine!), I’ve found that I play more computer games. I think this weird fascination started with this 8-bit floppy disk (do these even exist anymore? well, besides the few in the basement) called “Treasure Hunt Math.” It was a goofy game that helped teach basic math because I was terrible at math (I’m still bad at fast mental math). All I remember was something about having to catch coconuts and answer questions.

Screencap of some of the Arcade games you can play on Webkinz. I love Goober's Lab and Tile Towers.

Another computer game that I played numerous times was this bizarre little game called Mind Maze that was like a bonus when you found that you had this extensive thing called Microsoft Encarta. Mind Maze was a weird game where the premise was: you find yourself in a castle that has been cursed by something and you have to go through rooms to get to the red square which lets you go up steps and onto another level. And, to be able to pass through rooms, you had to answer really random questions, which is probably the reason why I know random little factoids and tidbits now. I learned recently that any MS Encarta that was made after 1998 does not have this awesome little feature and I cannot find anywhere that you can play it online (and the computer that had Encarta on it is long gone). Man, I miss that game.

I admit it, I played NeoPets. They do not have Destruct-O-Match or the hide and seek game any longer, so it’s not much fun. Buying stuff is also extremely expensive and apparently half of the things to buy you have to use real-life currency so no. I also started playing Final Fantasy 7, but I never got to finish it as I let a friend borrow it and someone in his family destroyed the last two disks. It was also fucking long. I had American McGee’s Alice and had played a little bit, then my dad erased my game and a couple months later the game itself was stolen. I’m still a bit pissed about that. During this time, I found that I am not a huge fan of RPGs and the Vampire: The Masqueradecomputer game is fucking boring.

I used to play Webkinz almost obsessively. It’s a fun game, the toys are a little expensive, but hey, I have a stegosaurus named Sinclair and that is hilarious to me. They’re also brightly coloured and you have a large selection of games to play. It’s more interaction with your “pet” and I get to play a version of Mahjong that is fun and irritating and I still have yet to get past level 4. Webkinz is a great thing for people who are easily entertained (or who like bright, shiney things and can get excited when they win something or get a slice of cake for their pet’s birthday). It’s also easy to rack up “Kinzcash” (their game money) so you can buy a new room, toy, clothes, or games for your pet and it’s fun to watch your “pet”‘s  face when you make it eat “gak.”

Right now, I have a small routine for the evenings, and that is Facebook games. I am fine to admit it because, hey, it’s a game, and I like puzzles. The puzzle games I play are “Gardens of Time,” which is like a computer version of “Mystery Case Files.” It gets pretty easy when you play the same part over and over, but you have to “buy” all these things to level up so you can play more levels. My space is a clusterfuck of stuff. And the other is “Mystery Manor,” which can be a pain in the ass because the stuff moves, the words are jumbled up, you get a Night level, and eventually the room goes upside down, but you get to kill zombies, “snatchins,” and other creatures, and get some coins, XP, and sometimes even peices of your collections (which range from “platinum lobster cracker” to “femur bone” and thensome.)

I also do “Temple of Mahjong,” which is, well, pretty racist (like Charlie Chan and “The Amazing Chan and the Chan Clan” kind of racist). You start out as a “Pilgrim Monk,” which kind of makes sense, but they leave the same face but just change the different types of monk that you are. I try to ignore it, but you get reminded of it every single time you level up. And, I play “Fantasy Kingdoms” because I like bright shiney things and I have a ferret on it. (I am very allergic to ferrets, so this is the closest I can get unless I buy a ferret toy that the cat or one of the dogs will undoubtedly steal). There is no goal in this besides growing things and levelling up, it’s the closest I’ll get to the “___Ville” games because I have more important things to do during the day (like play with the dogs, get lumped, dishes, etc), and I like making messes. As of right now, my goal is to see how many gnomes I can get so I can have an army of gnomes. And trees. (alright, so I just really want to see how much stuff I can cram into the space I have.)

Check out my clusterfuck on Fantasy Kingdoms. (The clear spot is reserved for when I get the magic lamps.) I blew my coins on a Lava Bat...that you can't see.

It does sound like a lot of stuff, but I spend maybe half an hour going through these four games before we go to sleep. It’s something to surf around while we’re snuggling together.

I also love board games (and puzzles, but I mentioned that already). We have a card game called “Spite and Malice” and the entire goal is to kill your opponent by doing things like beating them with a baseball bat. Jamie and I spend more time playing Go Fish and joking around than play Spite and Malice. (please ignore the “new” price on Amazon, you can go to a local retail store and get it for like $5. We also have not played this game since we were in high school)

I’ve never finished a game of Monopoly. It’s long, it get tedious, and even after a week, it’s just not worth it, and it’s really not fun when one person has all four railroads, Park Place, and The Boardwalk. Now, the cats would eat the faux currency and Snooch would whack the pewter game peices under something, and the dogs would attempt to eat the little houses. Bug steals Q-Tips so it would not surprise me if she, or one of the others,  attempted to run off with a piece of green or red plastic.

I really like Stratego, but Jamie hates board games and no one else knows what this game is. (link goes to an Amazon page that shows the box that I grew up with, if it sounds interesting, there are much cheaper versions out there) We’ve learned that Trivial Pursuit is the worst drinking game ever (we have most of the 90s edition. We do pretty well when it’s like 1994 or ’95 and on, but we are so bad at the early 90s things) Life is pretty boring after a while, and for some reason I have this urge to play Candyland. It’s one of those weird childhood games where you have vague memories of them and you just really want to see how long it takes now that you’re older and see if you or your opponent gets stuck. But, again, Jamie does not like board games and once in a blue-moon indulges me when I bother him enough (then we give up after 10 minutes and go do something else. Because we’ve got short attention spans and usually one of the pets is making some sort of noise)

We love putting puzzles together, but Ugly likes to eat the peices. Now that we have dogs and we foster dogs, it’s a bit hard to find a spot where we can build these puzzles and not have to worry about Ugly eating pieces or Snooch trying to play with them, not to mention the dogs. And, since we are the proud parents of wiggle-butts, there’s a higher chance of having a puzzle get attacked by a wagging tail than actually getting finished. Technically puzzles aren’t games, but when cats (or dogs) are involved, all bets are off.

(wow, look at me ramble. this took a bit longer than expected, but I wanted pictures and stuff)

Clean all the things!

(because, yes, I am a dork and the “clean all the things” image from this Hyperbole and a Half post cracks me up)

We’re getting a puppy today! No, not to keep, but to foster. The employees at the RVSPCA are very excited to hear that we are able to foster again and were very eager to pull a pittie to evaluate and vet-check so we could borrow him or her for a couple weeks to teach things and love on. Ruth (volunteer coordinator) introduced me to Angie (the new foster coordinator) as “This is Amanda, she is the awesome pit bull foster.” Angie was very excited (because, omg, someone who does pittie fostering. she even wrote down pittie on a post-it note).

So, while we were talking, Tracey (guru of everything, I forget her actual title) and Mary (behaviourist) came in and were very excited we could foster again. They just pulled a pittie puppy and were about to test her. They almost let me bring her home yesterday but Tracey stopped herself and reminded all of us, herself included, that puppy needs a vet check before she can go anywhere. I left and recieved an email a couple hours later saying, puppy has been okayed for foster!

We go by today to pick her up. Currently, all I know is that she is a 2-month old pittie puppy who is brindle (I love brindle dogs, they’re so cute). I’m sure we’ll find out her name later today or get to name her. Overall, we’ll probably give her a goofy nickname and it’ll stick.

So! I will be cleaning All The Things(!!) today in preparation for the puppy who will undoubtedly get into everything. At least it’s not a ton of cleaning (the most is the bedroom and dishes), and I need to remember to put either put the baby gate up at the spare room (because the cat box had to be moved) or just shove Snooch into the bedroom with Uggs for a few hours.

Pride in the Park 2011

Yesterday was the 22nd Pride in the Park for Roanoke.  It was overcast, which is wonderful considering how usually it’s the hottest day ever, but it didn’t rain. We decided to take Firefly with us. The original plan was to take Izzy, but we took her to Petsmart to pick up a birthday present (squeaky toy) and she was nervous and scared. It was really sad and we realized that even though she’s come quite a long way from when we had fostered and adopted her, she still needs a bit of work. And, it had also been a while since she’d been in Petsmart, so she wasn’t expecting a small quite hopping up and down screaming about the cute doggie that just walked in the door (Izzy butt was the dog).

We also agreed that this year, the dog should have a shirt. Everyone loves a pit bull in clothes! We ended up not purchasing a dog-shirt but made one from shirts we were ok with cutting up. I ended up making 2, the first was when we thought we were taking Izzy and the second one was for Miss Fly since we decided to take her instead. I had originally intended to get a photo of Fly wearing the shirt before I put the words on it, but I didn’t because I’d ended up not being able to finish the shirt until late and the fabric paint needs 24 hours to dry. Since I was pushing it and right at the deadline to have this done, there are no photos of a plain shirt.

I was also going back and forth on if I wanted to show off the photo because of the shirt. But, I thought about it and decided, y’know, fuck it. It’s part of our life, it’s true, and it’s not a big deal. If anyone has a problem with it, that’ll just be one more person to either have a level-headed, eye-opening conversation with or it’ll just be one more person I don’t associate with.

The shirt says “I *heart* my FTM dad” and it is a very true comment. We wanted to do something a little special for Pride and Fly loves her dad. A lot of people thought it was absolutely adorable, one person told their girlfriend that she had to make one for her dog as well, and a number of people just thought Fly was absolutely adorable in a shirt in general.

We parked downtown at about 10:30 am and headed down to the coffee shop where we were meeting Ray. I went into the shop*, found Ray, and waited in line because Jamie wanted coffee. The line was to the door so I could barely squeeze in and then promptly a gentleman got in front of me. He spoke with a girl for a few and promptly walked out of the shop. I looked over at their drink thingy and someone else got in front of me. Really, dude?

I went back and forth on whether or not I should just leave, but I thought Jamie really wanted coffee, so I waited for coffee. The girl cashiering asked the dumbass coworker to get her something, he immediately stopped meticulously rinsing out a pot/pitcher and said in a very snotty tone “Do it yourself.” and went right back to whatever he was doing. The girl played it off as it was nothing. I got our drinks, walked out with Ray, and found that Fly was getting antsy. Yay.

We walked through the downtown/Farmer’s Market and across the street where I had to stop at the NS building and put the gallon jug of water in the backpack (we came prepared this year. We had Jamie’s food, had snacks for me, water bottles, treats for Fly, a bowl, a toy, my camera, stuff to wipe the camera off) and headed off to Pride.

We walked into Elmwood Park and immediately, a guy asked “Is that a Pit?” Why yes, yes she is. He asked what she was mixed with (we have no idea, she has not been DNA tested, we simply assume “Pit and Hound” as that is how she looks). Firefly was happy to get rubs and decided to be a bad dog and jumped on the guy. A guy from behind us jumped up and ran over to Fly asking if she was mixed with “red nosed pit” (oh yeah, Fly does have a red nose, doesn’t she. I’ve never noticed). Fly was ecstatic to get all this attention and was in heaven. Eventually we got to walk off.

We found Emily and said hi to her. Emily asked Jamie to fill out a survey, but I ended up having to fill it out for him because Firefly was being wiggly, and Carl (one of the guys Emily works with) said that since we filled out the survey we could choose between: two different notebooks, a lunchbox, a little mini backpack, a totebag, or! a jump drive. I chose the jump drive since this will come in handy and I take a ton of photos.

We put Firefly’s shirt on her and everyone gushed about how cute it was. It turned out pretty good and I’m glad people liked it. (ok, it turned out pretty good for being hand-sewn and would probably look better if I had a sewing machine, but I figure when I get my hands on a sewing machine, I’ll make lots of dog clothes and tons of costumes). We ran into Leland, so he and Jamie talked about some stuff for a bit. Firefly was really cute.

We found Robert, who was working on some paperwork, which I guess is much better than it was previous years when he was trying to do a million things at once.

Pride was a larger event this year, they had more vendors. The Frit-O-Lay guys were there again (this year they just handed people bags and went “Take the chips!” it was hilarious), Food Lion was there again, but Wells Fargo and Barefoot were able to have a tent. I bet Robert was very excited to be able to get Barefoot Wines to come to Pride this year. (and their Sweet Red is fucking phenomenal.)

Angels of Assisi was there and had a number of cats and dogs. They brought Pugsley, a little Boster Terrier/American Bulldog mix, and he was loving it. He is a cutie and I really hope he finds his forever home soon.

We walked around quite a lot and were surprised to hear that Pride had more than just hamburgers and hot dogs available this year (I was shocked), and Ray was excited to get pizza.

One of my former co-workers passed us while we were sitting on a bench and taking a small break, but she didn’t notice us until we were walking past her while she was sitting on a bench and taking a break.  A young kid came running up to us and asked if he could pet the dog, Jamie said yes and he squeed. He started loving on Fly, who handled it very well, and asked if sh was a pit. Jamie said yes and he started yelling for his sister, who ran over and started loving on Fly.

Everybody loves a pit bull in clothes.

At one point, a boxer got in Fly’s face and Fly snapped at him. Jamie had Fly at a decent distance and the boxer was basically pulling itself away from its owner, who had it on a flexi lead.

Really? A fucking flexi-lead. I hate these things. I hate seeing little dogs on flexi leads because it shows that the owners are too lazy to teach it to not pull (this includes my dad because my mom’s dogs are on flexi leads). And then seeing these larger breeds on flexi leads astounds me. I don’t care if it’s “a real leash” with a windy mechanism, that just means it’ll  hurt more when the damn thing snaps.

Other than that, there were a number of dogs. Min-pins, a mastiff, lots of pits, and more. Someone brought a rabbit and there was also a partial suit (eeee, I squeed. It was a really well done partial suit).

The entertainment was a bit more varied than previous years. I made horrible remarks about the “hardcore punk” band that was playing. Sorry dude, but screaming unintelligible words into a microphone for 30-seconds is not punk and is not a song. That’s like listening to “Married with Children” when Kelly (Christina Applegate) got her own show and had a “band” play every so often on it. The mosh pit was also sad, it was just the band’s friends beating the hell out of each other.

Watching this made me really miss The Factory and made me really want to try to find a Hypodermix cd.

Jamie pointed out that watching the drag preformers was like watching someone with turrets or someone having some sort of attack. There was also synchronized dancing and we were a bit disturbed. (there’s something really creepy about synchronized dancing).

After a while, we gave up trying to wait patiently for Sierra to do her set. The shows were running a few minutes behind, but thankfully not the 45 minutes behind like last year. But we headed out and it was a good thing too because Firefly accidentally peed on Jamie’s pants and she was trying so hard to hold it. We came home and enjoyed the evening, got Jamie’s foodstuff together for today, and worked on a list of places to apply

* – The shop in question was Mill Mountain Coffee and Tea. I do not like Mill Mountain. The shop is always really hot (not comfortable or a tad warm, but stuffy like you’ve locked yourself in a closet with a space heater and cut it on for a while), you walk in and get the feeling that you’re judged by people who fully believe that they are better than you (by either not wearing the latest fashion or not wearing a 3-piece suit and have a young child strapped to your chest), and people fully believe that if you are in line and you do not look straight ahead of you the whole time they are entitled to get in front of you.

They also have very poor lighting to give off some sort of bizarre ambiance of an art gallery. I have never found these shops to be of the “warm, comforting, come hang out with us” types. Yes, I have blasphemed towards the obsessive people of Roanoke who believe this is the best coffee ever.

Big Train smoothie thing

We have an awesome little ice cream shop down Orange Ave called “Bratchers.” It’s owned and run by a really awesome guy, it’s got a much better atmosphere than the more well known Salem Ice Cream Parlor, and I found that if you ask very nicely, they “split” a scoop into two flavors for you. But, this is also probably because when I was able to get a split-scoop I was hanging out with my aunt and she goes there almost all the time. So, the last time we had hit Bratchers (admittedly, it has been a while), I grabbed a little smoothie thing that sounded interesting and fun to try.

It was a bright green little packet called “Ice Tea, Green Tea Smoothie” by a company called Big Train.  A green tea smoothie. Huh. It’s bizarre, it sounds like fun, and I should try it! What do I do, take it home and toss it in the cabinet for two months.

Night before last, I finally ripped it open and blended it up. The directions request using a blender, which is not necessary if you have a fork or a whisk. And I’d rather spend time washing a whisk or fork than washing the blender and hoping like hell I don’t cut the shit out of my fingers.

It turns into this neon green that looks like Comet paste and fills a regular sized drinking glass maybe halfway. I was a little disappointed by the amount that was made as I thought it would be a bit more, but after trying it, I’m glad it didn’t make more. It tastes like vanilla cake batter. I was a bit disturbed, so I tried it again. Still tastes like cake batter.

Being the kind of person who grew up happily licking the mixing bowl for muffins, brownies, and cakes, this shouldn’t have been a problem. But I was just weirded out. After four rather large sips, I dumped it out, made a face, and rinsed out the blender. Sorry, smoothie company people, but I’ll stick with making my own smoothies.

I went onto their website to check it out and, well, I’m just glad I was on the laptop instead of the desktop PC because the flash killed the laptop speed (and would’ve easily frozen the desktop computer). I was not all happy with their Frame-n-Flash concept (but that’s just me) nor was I thrilled at the “white text on a light pastel purple background” sidebar while surfing a page. I found the Green Tea smoothie thing, it’s under “Dragonfly” and I’m a bit disturbed by the various flavors available. I’m also a bit disturbed that they now offer Protein Shakes. Sorry, I’ll stick with Muscle Milk because it tastes like a Yoohoo mixed with brownie batter.

After a few minutes, I found that the green tea smoothie thing made my stomach hurt. I definitely will not be attempting these again.



On a happier note: Today is Miss Izzy-butt’s birthday. She is one whole year old and will be going to Petsmart to pick a toy sometime this week. This will help us work with her and show off how awesome she is.


This is Bubbles, she is a 3 month old grey tabby (and Tiny‘s sister). She is a cautious kitten, but if you hang out with her for just a few moments, she is full of rumbles and is ready for scritches. From our short time with her, we found she’s more interested in hanging out than playing with toys.

We found that when going to hers and Tiny’s cage, it can be a little hard to figure which is which. But we realized that Bubbles has swirls on her sides. On her left side, it looks like a 6 and on her right side, it looks like a backwards 6. Her tail also has more black than her sister Tiny.

She was a really sweet kitten and acted more like our Uggs (hanging out and relaxing) than her sister (who was very curious and interested in everything). But, I am sure that we just haven’t found what will make her go into the crazy kitten stage. Who knows, maybe she loves doing a kitten-attack to a paper-towel tube like our Snoochie does.