(via lookatthisfuckingteabagger)
What I am most upset about is the fact that they are dragging my poor little Ariel in to this…please don’t sit on Ariel, Mrs. Teabagger!
Me, my dad, and the cat I named Spooky Moon in front of our house on Albany Avenue in St. Paul in 1987.
We lost three cats in six years. Spooky Moon was the second.
Blackie, my first cat (and namesake for Blackie Portland, my porn name), escaped when we were camping. Don’t ask me what we were doing camping with a cat. I was five. My dad was 36. But let’s give him some credit: being a single parent ain’t easy. Camping with a cat starts to look like a good idea.
Spooky Moon was mauled by dogs on our neighbor’s back porch in San Francisco. She HATED the cross-country move and hid in a crawl space in our new house for a year, barely showing her face (my parents later told me she had always seemed a bit retarded). Then, at long last, she came out and … yeah. Mauled by dogs. That’ll learn ya. We buried her under a peace sign on the grounds of a water treatment plant behind our house.
Elsie was the pound-kitten that replaced Spooky Moon. I named her after a street near our house. My Aunt Rose later told me that “elsie” means “little cat” in an Asian language she learned on her travels. What a coincidence! (In retrospect, sounds a bit fishy to me.) When we moved back to St. Paul, my parents sent me and Elsie first, so I could start school. We stayed with my grandma and Aunt Rita. One afternoon I took Elsie outside. The phone rang. I went in to answer it. I told Elsie not to move, but she did. That was the end of that.
Cats. Can’t live with ‘em … can’t live with ‘em.
PS: My dad’s shirt is awesome, yeah?
I think camping with a cat is a fabulous idea! I take Clark Fluffy Fluffington, III to our lake house in Indiana with me and my father ALL THE TIME!!!
This is how I feel sometimes about prayer.
Especially when I hear someone say “we’ll pray for you.” or “we’ll pray about that.”
Agreed a thousand times. I’ve heard this so much lately because of my dad and it grates on me. Then I feel guilty for being “judgey.” Then I get mad because prayer is BS. -M
It’s a gateway drug to a lifetime of depravity! : Pharyngula
“A well-intentioned teacher urges you to pursue higher education at a university.”
Because ignorance is godliness…
Me and Jonathan after the race. We did a little yoga stretching and balance after the race (Tree Pose) to recenter ourselves. We had a fabulous time at the run!
I don’t know where this came from but couldn’t help thinking about your tumblr.
http://eatbird.tumblr.com/post/198911135/look-at-these-fucking-teabaggers
