I only am doing this because I want to post on 1/1/11

I thought I would start off today with cats, since I haven't been exactly forthcoming with kitties lately. This is Stampede. And I wanted to make a post, so that can introduce the kids, though they are having a sleepy day so the pictures suck. This is Stampede, the tom of the house, and my boy. He and Rabbit seem to have communication issues.

This is pretty girl Angel. Rabbit's cat, and the one I lovingly call "Psycho Kitty" because that is what she is first and foremost. She is skinny, and cranky at everybody and generally a pain in my butt, but this pose is adorable

You should have seen the look she gave me for taking these pictures, she seemed to think I was evil incarnate.

Anya, sleeping on the magic box, and mojo in the corner, watching the world outside, just like his mom does. You can see his winter coat is changing what was a sparkling silver and black coat into many different browns. I think in a few months, he will look just like Angel. I had a picture of jasmine on the back of the chair, but she doesn't come in well, I will try to get another one later. That's it today, the inattentive cats.. are just sleeping today. it's a sleepy day lol

Where's my pie?!

We are waiting for the father-in-law to come and ruin our buzz. It’s the last of our weed. (We got some finger hash though.) Anyway, not important. We are waiting and are thus: hungry. He comes with food, and buzz-killing leet skillz. Anyway. Rabbit went to get some small edibles, because he was hungry. He came back WITH PIE.*** … One slice.

ONE slice?

I was incensed! HE went and got pie for HIM but NOT ME? All the time we’ve been together, I ALWAYS make sure to give him equal to what I have, if he wants it, and he KNOWS how I feel about pie. I started ranting and raving, and the conversation went like this.

Me: What’s that! *Death stare*

Rabbit: *hides behind back* Nothin’! *Skulks across bedroom*

Me: PIE?! Is that pie?! where is my pie? *sudden dawning of thought as I see his other hand (the hand he was originally holding the pie in) is empty* NO PIE? YOU DIDN”T GET PIE FOR ME? WHERE IS MY PIE? WHERE’S MY PIE?!” I repeated “Where’s my pie at least 10 times. Each repitiation gaining drastically in volume.

Rabbit: Oh. I’m only eating half of this. *Hands it over*

Me: I hate you.

 

So tonight is brought to you by PIE and those who worship it.

 

*** Pie is my life. I would die without pie. It’s the only thing that keeps me alive, looking forward to the next pie.

P.S. The cats refused to do anything cute, so that is a picture of a cat in a tree that looks like it could be one of mine.

Rabid Bites!

Hi everybody.
I know most everybody who reads this knows I just got two new piercings recently. I got snakebites, which I love to DEATH, but they kind of make eating impossible. At least eating what we survive on (sandwiches) or anything that requires a spoon. So we went shopping tonight, and stocked up on A) Sandwich makings and b) Things I Can Eat.

When we came home, both me and rabbit got hankering for a really good fried ham sandwich, but I couldn’t figure out for the life of me how exactly I was supposed to eat it. We thought for a while and came up with SANDWICH BITES. (The best part of sandwich, bite-sized!) They are amazing. So we got to thinking and after he made me one and I engulfed it, I started taking pictures of the second. I decided I would show all you guys why exactly I love Rabbit as much as I do. (I may complain a lot about him but there aren’t many guys who will do this for their girl.)

The start of sandwich bites is just toasting bread and buttering it. Super easy. Then comes the MEAT. It’s gloriously fried ham, done expertly and piping hot so it melts the butter the rest of the way. In-cred-i-ble. (I should’ve gone with amazing, a-maz-ing is so much cleaner, incredible is just a dirty word when it’s broken into syllables for emphasis.)


Hah! That was the easy part, now comes the tough stuff.

We started this adventure using “Little Brother” the smaller knife but he just didn’t cut it. So we broke out Big Brother for the pictures. (I personally said we should use Spike but Rabbit said no. (Spike is the bread knife with all the pointy tips <3))))))) <— Parenthesis seizure.


I have all the inbetween pictures, of each little cut, but who the fuck cares. It’s cutting. crust.

This is the perfect sandwich to me. I hate crusts. HAAAAAAAATE. Hate :[

They look like fish sticks, don’t they? OMG they are almost ready and they look sooo YUMMY!!


I wanted to eat them right there but Rabbit said NO! So I stared and drooled… I took about 10 pictures of them just sitting there because I wanted to eat them SO MUCH. (Rabbit was giggling gleefully while denying me the best food ever.)

So I will give him his pomp and circumstance. A bunch of pictures of sandwich bites on a plate!!!!



He was so pleased with his skills with the knife here, I HAD to include it. In the kitchen, Rabbit is a GOD.


You can see they are almost ready here, but NOT QUITE. Rabbit made sure I knew this. LOL

For those with and without new lip piercings, THIS is the most amazing form of food perfection ever. EVER.
Okay if I just bored you to death with food then DISTRACTION!!!!!!! IT’S MOJO!!

Okay so this is the part where suddenly I realize why I shouldn’t blog. I got MYSELF distracted fixing photos, arranging coding and obsessing over the kitties and forgot the whole reason why “Sandwich Bites” are going to be called Rabid Bites, and in fact, is the main reason I wrote this long ambling blog about Rabbit’s awesomeness.

Rabbit, after the completion of our little sandwich journey wanted to get some video of me saying Rabbit’s Sandwich bites are the best….but the first time he pointed the camera at me I SWEAR TO GOD I heard him say “So what do you think of Rabid Sandwich Bites?” And I doubled over laughing. I thought it was the BEST name ever for food, and it stuck.
He, however, was completely baffled by the situation, and by the time I stopped laughing to explain I’d heard Rabid Bites he looked rather unhappy. Unfortunately, the video got deleted, so I can’t entertain you that way.
Now when I stare at my plate and think “food? or bed?” I can’t help but think of them sprouting eyes and teeth and biting things whilst avoiding my glass of water. Because that’s where my brain goes. Now you know.

Goodnight everybody!

Oh, P.S. I started making my perma-links use the topic. Just FYI.

A very special Christmas

Alot of things happened today, some big, some small, but the best memories will be hard to put to paper. How does one explain hours of laughter, joy, and the love of time spent with beautiful, happy children? Where are the words to describe spending an hour getting the chance to really connect with them, talk to them like they are grown-ups and watch their eyes sparkle when they realize there is at least one person who really will accept them for who they are, and who they WANT to be, not who I EXPECT them to be.
The mother-in-law and I connected in a strange way, and I feel like I belong here alot more. The MIL asked me why exactly I would get my lips pierced, and I thought about it for a minute, and all the answers I’ve given, but I decided the truth was the best.
I said that every day since I was a young child I have looked in the mirror, and been unhappy with what I saw in it. I have never been able to look in a mirror and say “I like what I see, I am a beautiful person.” But when I got my rings, I stared in the mirror, and something different stared back. Something new, and special, something that says “this is who you are now, and this is beautiful.” I love the way I look, and every time I look in the mirror, I see the new me, a confidant beautiful me, with 3 sparkling piercings and I am happier that I’ve ever been. I got them because they make me feel beautiful.

The MIL stared at me for a moment, then smiled, nodded, and answered the call of the starving child. And I think she understood why somebody would do it. Today was really special, and though I am tired, I would never have changed anything that happened today for anything else in the world.