Bad Mouse

Mama is makin' fun of me this morning. She was eating her breakfast and I saw a big scary monster! It ran under the refrigerator. So I was all excited and bouncing around and trying to make it come out so I could catch it.

Mama came and asked what I was fussing about and peeked behind the fridge.

"Oh, a mouse!" she said. Then she put out mouse traps and blocked underneath the front of the fridge. Now we're waiting for the monster to fall for the mouse traps. I don't think it will. I have to keep checking on it. And I can smell the peanut butter Mama used in the mouse traps.

But now she's making fun of me, calling me "Vicious Killer" and "Killer". See if I try and save her from the scary monster next time.

Bye.
Rusty.

Yuck

All right. 'Fess up. Who decided that it could rain today? Hmmmmmm? Mama said it wasn't her, so if it was you, you better tell me. Rain sucks. I hate getting wet. Excuse me for a minute so I can lick my paws some more...

That's better. Mama's doing laundry today, so she said I could write a post. I don't really know what to write about except the rain. Wait, I gotta lick myself some more...

Why did Mama ask about me licking my naughty bits? And someone called me creepy for talking about Mama's online dating. I think it's far creepier to talk about naughty bits. Besides, I don't use toilet paper. I gotta clean it off somehow. Who's creepy now? Hang on a sec, gotta itch...

It was cold and rainy today. Who said that was okay? It wasn't Mama and it wasn't Grandpa. Oh, I bet it was Superlative Steve. I bet he got mad about not having to go into work today so he decided he would make it cold and rainy...

What, Mama?

He can't? Really?

Well then, who?

Really?

Oh.

Mama says that no person can decide the weather, not even the cute weather guy on the channel 11 news. They just guess. Whatever. I'm going back to sleep. Next time Mama can post for herself.

Love,
Rusty

Random stuff

If I put Rusty in an automobile that can fly, would that make him a Flying Car Pet?

If I enjoy watching movies that scare the poop out of me, does that make me a masochist?

Why is it that when Rusty licks his naughty bits, he does it as noisily as possible?

Who decided that lawns should be made up of grass, and who decided that we should have to mow it? Are there lawn police who go around making sure that lawns are kept at the proper height? Should I worry if I decide not to mow my lawn?

Why do the people in scary movies always open the door (or some equivalent of that)? Haven't they watched any scary movies? Would you open the door?

Why are they called doughnut holes? Why not doughnut balls? The suggestiveness quotient is the same for both, and doughnut balls is a more accurate description.

I want to go shark fishing. Can you make that happen?

Do you have any random stuff you wanna talk about? Go for it.

Ciao~

Caution! Beware!

Here is my warning to you all: If you have a jar of the Pickles That Nobody Likes in your refrigerator and it's been there for more than a couple weeks, take caution when eating them. I just ate some and I have no idea how long they've been curing and they made my eyes water.

Yeah, that's how good they are. I think I might go eat some more once my eyes stop watering. I wish I knew how long they've been in my fridge. Because before that, who knows how long they were in my parents' fridge. Yeah, they're good. Just a minute...

Woohoo. You want some? Well, too bad. You won't like 'em because they're the Pickles That Nobody Likes. That's why my brother and I get to eat 'em all. I don't know if you could handle them.

Anyway. Enough about pickles. It's Friday. TGIF! And tomorrow is Saturday. Don't have any plans. Isn't that nice? And it's supposed to storm tomorrow. I like storms. Except my lawn needs mowing. Guess it will have to wait yet again. Anybody want to come do that for me?

Hope you all had a good Friday and that tomorrow's even better.

Ciao, loves~

Tragedy

It is a dark day for me. Kayne was kicked off Project Runway tonight. I didn't think he'd get to the final three, but it's still hard for me to deal with the loss.

Anyway, on to happier things. Here's another picture from this weekend. I have the color versions of these pictures, but I prefer the black and white. It makes me look at the subject and the light instead of the color. It changes the way you look at things.

Rusty's sleeping and telling me that I should be going to bed. As are my eyes, since my vision is starting to blur, even with my glasses on.

Didja see that yesterday my post was picked as a blog of the day? Didja? You should go see.

Have a good day tomorrow, y'all!

~Ciao

I want a dark room

I miss being able to develop my own pictures in a dark room. I loved doing that. I liked watching the images appear on the paper and messing around with the process, burning and cropping and all that stuff. I wish I had a dark room. At least I have PSP so I can change my pictures to greyscale, which puts them in black and white. I like black and white better than color a lot more, because it makes you focus more on the light and the subject and not the colors. That's what photography is. It isn't just snapshots with point and shit... er... shoot cameras. I always hate people who find out that I like photography, and then hand me their little point and shoot cameras expecting me to take a fabulous picture. It's all about the frickin' hardware people! You can't get fabulous pictures with a little piece of crap camera! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Before I got my new SLR, I was doing a lot of finessing with my little point and shoot digital to get pictures that looked the way I wanted. I had to do a lot of cropping and crap in PSP. Sigh. It was work. Now I'm happy with my digital SLR. Can hardly put the thing down.

Anyway. I had my little rant and now I feel better. Have a lovely, lovely day tomorrow.

~Ciao

Haha, Creepy

Yep, Rusty and I are creepy. That describes us perfectly. We don't want to be referred to as "cutesy" because Rusty is a big boy dog, and ain't no way he's cute. And I was called cute too much by an ex-boyfriend to ever consider it a compliment. Besides, I'm a grown woman and cute is reserved for small children and puppies. So, creepy we shall be. I do have a pet snake.

It's FRIDAY. Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. Is everyone else happy that it's Friday?

Anyway. That's about all I gotta say. Have a good day.

~Ciao

Something to hold you over the weekend

I need to think about putting a password on this computer so Rusty can't break in and write posts here without me knowing. Not that anything he said was wrong. True, I would like some human companionship (outside of work).

I did make a friend (the person I went to the state fair with), and that's good. It keeps my mother from trying to set me up.

Yeah, so she and her yoga instructor did set me up with a guy that works where Mom takes yoga. We exchanged emails, but... Nada. That was all right. I sometimes wonder if me being a little zany can be off-putting, but then I remember that if someone doesn't like me for who I am, then they don't really like me. So there.

Rusty says that he would have written the post, but he's too busy licking his naughty bits.

In other news, it once again looks like a redneck Nascar fan lives at my house because my brother's truck is parked in my driveway. Maybe that will keep people from knocking on my door at 2am (which actually happened, so I called the non-emergency police number).

In other other news, I was looking through my collection of writings, and I think I might have enough short stories to put into a collection... Which makes me start thinking about polishing and publishing. Finally.

I will see you all later. Rusty will see you all later.

Have a good Labor day weekend!

~Ciao