Big sigh

Rusty here, dudes. I've totally recovered from my surgery. I have fur on my belly and you can't see my scar anymore. And the last time I went to the vet to check on my pee, I didn't have a bladder infection. But that doesn't always mean anything, as we've learned.

Mama plays tennis ball with me, but she takes the ball away from me! Then she throws it across the room so I have to capture it again! And this morning, she was poking the whorls of fur on my butt that I use as a defense mechanism. They make my butt look like a face with eyes so that people think I have heads on both ends. Like in Dr. Doolittle with the Push-Me-Pullyu.

I'll tell you the secret of how to tell if it's my face or not...

If the end where you are is really stinky, that's my butt.

So now you know the secret. I'm not worried because Mama will protect me from you. Haha.

Oh, I'm sleepy now. I need to take a nap. I will talk to you later.

Love,
Rusty ♥

Hill-Air-Eee-Us

So, last night at church choir practice, my friend Karen and I were sitting in the front row. Usually we sit in the second row (better for goofing off, y'know), but the soprano section had to consolidate, so we moved foward. Someone made the comment about how close we were to Jennifer (our director), so Karen and I decided to see how close we could get. Surreptitiously, we moved our chairs forward just a little bit at a time throughout the whole rehearsal, so by the end we were practically right under Jennifer's stand.

The best part? Jennifer didn't notice until rehearsal was over! Hill-Air-Eee-Us.

Anyway. Last night was the season finale of Project Runway (cry) and Jeffrey won. I know some people were disappointed with that outcome, but I was actually not shocked and kind of happy. I think Jeffrey showed the most innovation in his collection. Laura is too one-dimensional for the fashion world. Uli will be hugely successful designing ready-to-wear stuff, because any woman could wear her garments (oh wow, I'm such a P-Run nerd). Michael needs some more experience designing, and his inexperience showed in his collection, but his sense of style is fabulous and I don't see that he'll have any problem finding a niche.

Anyway, since you all care so much about my opinion on P-Run, now you'll all click on the link to the right and go see the collections at the P-Run website so you can formulate your own opinion. :)

And that's all I can talk about for today. Maybe there'll be more to talk about tomorrow or this weekend.

Ciao~

Cooking for one person

Cooking for one blows big, fat, hairy horse chunks. Yes, I said big, fat AND hairy. I ate better when I was in college than I do now when I'm making more money. What is wrong with this picture?

However, on the up side, I get leftovers from my parents quite a bit. That's better than what I would be eating otherwise. Better than what I was eating in college too. Anyway, enough about food (or I'll have Rusty hanging over my shoulder and drooling on the keyboard).

Can't decide what kind of candy to get the little hellions that come to my door on Halloween. I have got to get something good because I don't want any tricks, as funny as I think it might be to see someone try to TP my house. I don't have any trees, so the only place to hang the paper would be the house. Would it be gross if I collected the paper and saved it? It would save me a lot of money.

So, that's it for tonight. Hope everyone has been having a good week. My bus broke down this morning, if that gives you any sense of how my week has been so far.

Ciao~

Ooooo.... Spooky....

My house is a tennis ball graveyard. I'm not going to say who is responsible, but I'll give you a hint. He has four paws, lots of fur and big brown eyes. Tennis anyone?

Let me tell you something else. My dad and I went to the farm a while ago for the harvest festival and I found a pumpkin that was having an identity crisis. It thought it was popcorn. I picked it so it would feel better. Now I have a pumpkin. Yay for pumpkins. I thought maybe I would carve it as follows:

1. Take pumpkin out to driveway.
2. Smash pumpkin with baseball bat.
3. Draw chalk outline around smashed pumpkin.
4. Put up police caution tape.
5. Put up sign labeling display as "Halloween: Life on the Streets"

However, if I did that, I would not have any pumpkin for making pumpkin soup. I shall have to see.

Nothing else to say.

Have a good week!

Ciao~