The definition of political correctness:

"A doctrine fostered by a delusional, illogical Liberal minority, and rabidly promoted by an unscrupulous Left-stream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end."

Just lookin' for some attribution...

Last night, our Beany became a man...

He got his first mouse! We had just gotten ready for bed, when all of a sudden Bobbie (in the next room) hears Beany a-growlin'. She goes into the next room to discover that Beany had found himself a little mouse and was daring all comers not to come too close. Grrrrr! he says. He's just a-flippin' it and a-floppin' it around, since the mouse is still alive at this point, when all of a sudden we hear this chilling crunch of bone and the mouse stops moving for good. Beany, of course, doesn't know anything about that, he's still having himself a time, just a-flippin' and a-floppin' it around...

He's a good little cat. I got a feeling that it won't be too long before the neighborhood mice are going to look at my house from a distance and say, "Let's not go there anymore. There's an EEEEEVIL CAT in there!" and then go squeaking away. We're also hoping it won't be too long before Indy gets her first badge of honor.

( Some not so good news... )

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year...



...from Mr. and Mrs. Sanders. :)



Trivia question: Which Christmas tradition have Brian and Melissa never observed until last night?

Wow, has my posting ever dropped off.

Since I can't talk to Melissa right now, I think I'll do some updatin'. I am ready to get Christmas out of the way, and not just in a retail sense. Melissa is moving to Holton, and... well, there's more that I can't share right now. I would like to ask for your prayers (those of you who do pray) for Melissa, who is looking for a good job. I don't want her to work at Burger King. She has a couple good leads on an optometrist's assistant job (this is what she does right now, plus she also has dental experience) so all prayers and words of encouragement would be, well, encouraging.

Her daughter Bobbie is going to be moving to Holton, too. So that's going to make Casa de Me(ow) a full house, but with Bobbie's love for Indy and Beany, she is looking forward to it. I think she'll also like going to school here, too. This means that Steve and his little family will have to go soon, and I have given them until the end of January.

As for the two little balls of fur, they are growing, with Beany growing a little faster than Indy in some ways but not in others. Beany's the bigger cat but he's also a big pussy. Seriously. He cries the loudest for affection and food and gets scared of a little running water (I had to give him a quicky bath one morning after I found him rolling around in his own poop in the box I was keeping him in before I decided to let him roam the house freely, and if you take him in the bathroom he gets terrified beyond belief). Indy, of course, is the little intrepid one, even though she still hasn't mastered jumping more than a foot off the ground or wiping her own butt after using the litter box. I knew the cat food expense was going to go up a little but not the laundry bill. How do I get this little nutter to stop scooting her butt across the blankets on the couch? lol (Indy's not so afraid of the water. I had to give her butt a little "shower" today and she took it like a man. Heh.)

I still wish I had $100,000. Wish in one hand, spit in the other...

And again with the wishes: I wish Melissa were already here. Sometimes I get tempted to ask God what took Him so long to bring us together. But I must remember that God's timing is perfect, always. Maybe that's why it's so sweet now.

Since it's been a while since I said anything, and I can't sleep, I'll say some things.

Things between Melissa and I continue to grow. We had a wonderful (extended) Thanksgiving weekend together, with her youngest daughter coming along. She fell instantly in love with Indy and Beany.

Every time she goes away, it's like a void appears.

Indy and Beany are growing.

Things are REALLY going to change on New Year's Eve. There will be some speed bumps on the way to - and from - that day, but I know Melissa and I have the power to get over them. It honestly and truly feels like this is the first time I've experienced love in a Godly way, and whatever I must do to hold on to it, I will do.



I wish I had $100,000.

Yesterday Melissa and I went to get India. She is so precious!

While we were picking her up we also took home her brother, Jellybean (who will soon become Jellybelly if he doesn't stop hogging the food!) since they were the only two left. He's precious, too!

Pics are forthcoming...

This is for Melissa, whom I absolutely love.

Good night.

Hat tip: American Thinker.

I'm going to have a new roommate by this time next week, and I'm really looking forward to it.

After returning to HR from lunch, DP introduced me to a real cutie... and you could say it was love at first sight. I mean, she even let me hold her right away! We spent the next half hour getting to know each other, and I believe she's going to be moving in later this week or sometime over the weekend. She's really sweet, if a bit awkward...

( Here's a pic we took together just before today's press run... )

I want to be ready for this...

Melissa and I went to this show last night in which certain shows get a good skewering.

None better than this skewering, however...

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred write-ups
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred magazine spreads
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred photos
How do you measure our swelling heads?

Add records, and TV
And midnight on David Letterman
And dozens of groupies in the first row
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred features
How do you measure the worth of a show?

How about HYPE
Layers of HYPE
Forget about LOVE
It's a season of HYPE
Seasons of HYPE
Seasons of HYPE

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred Tonys
Add on a highly impressive Pulitzer prize
Order up... five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred house seats
Oh, there'd be a riot if the public got wise

Seasons of HYPE...

How sadly ironic
That a story about friends
Is never to be seen by the like
Just the rich who like trends
Everything's HYPE
Think about HYPE
Where is the love?
It's the season of HYPE
Too much hype!
Hype, hype, hype!
That's all I see!
Oy! Such hype!
Seasons of HYPE
Seasons of HYPE

How many people do YOU know who believed the hype?

Yestiddy ("yestiddy?" Clearly I got Bill Mauldin on the brain) I had an interview with an Army man who commutes back and forth daily to Fort Riley to teach up-and-coming soldiers on their way to Iraq. He's got a bit to teach them; he's been there.

( This is his story. )

Thank a veteran today. Thank a veteran whenever you meet one, actually.

Odd how more people are excited about me having a Facebook page than are excited about me finding happiness. I think I'd trade the entire Internet just so I could be with Melissa right now. That's right, LJ included.

The Lost Crown is now in the hands of the local dentist. It's too bad that I have to wait until the first of December to get it back in my mouth. Something about it's going to take more than an hour to get a pin in my gums to keep it from rocking back out again.

Oh, well. At least there's someone who agrees with me that those who sign up for military service is as much a hero as someone who's out fighting a war. I interviewed an Army man today who was in the January 2008 bombings in Mosul, Iraq, and that's what he said to me at the end of things. This guy's a hero. He basically came within inches of a suicide bomber ending him... and he survived.

I didn't swallow it. It fell on the floor, underneat the window, camouflaged by the carpet.

I just saved $900! PARTY!!!1!!1!



Man, I feel stupid.

That crown popped off in the middle of the night again...

...and I think I swallowed it.

This is not good.

:(

Since I have yet to create an Achmed "SILENCE! I kill you" icon...

( Say hello to my little friend. )

Comparison with others is a mark of the fool.
-Robert Fripp

I need to remember this, whether the comparison involves myself or others.

As the Mael brothers would say, I got eaten by the Monster of Love again.

:D

Looks like PETA is at it again in my neck of the woods.

After reading the story, I can only ask: Is that even legal?

Advertising on the side of buses, trucks and trains, I can understand. But attempting to place advertising on the side of an AMBULANCE? Just to push your no-animals-for-anything-no-matter-how-beneficial agenda? Should your "animal rights" agenda take precedence over saving lives? What rights do animals even have, anyway?

You wouldn't let Al Qaeda advertise on your neighborhood's police cars, would you?

Because that's what PETA is: terrorists.

Well, unless you count that "other PETA" that I belong to. That's right. "People Eating Tasty Animals."

Yep.

Things are definitely looking up on the personal front.

That's all I'm gonna share for now. Don't want to throw a hex on anything.

(I need to change that icon...)

Funky but true.



(Hat tip: Malkin.)

Sorry 'bout the silence. Been busy.

Things might be looking up on the personal front.

I had some Drill Sergeant Hartman-type thoughts on a certain friend's recent entry, but I forgot them.

My memory sucks lately. 'S what happens when you start getting old.

...if I could get my hands on this costume.

Al Martino has died.

I grew up with a record or two of his around the house, and his was one of those voices I enjoyed hearing when the folks would pull out their copy of "Think I'll Go Somewhere and Cry Myself to Sleep" on the old console stereo.

But most people are going to remember him more in The Godfather (and in Part III) as Johnny Fontane, the Italian boy with the olive-oil voice who get slapped around by Marlon Brando for "crying" after not getting a role in a movie that was certain to make him a star (leading up to that infamous horse head scene)...

Rest in peace, Al.

Ladies and gentlemen, the warm-up act for Ezekiel 38 and 39.

Yeah, sure, Dubya, you could see his soul, mm-hmm, we believe you...