Blog Two: Kittens
Mrs. RickJay and I foster kittens for the local animal shelter, and we're currently on our fourth batch. There's a mother and four kittens, six weeks old now. They reside most of the time in my office (I work out of the house) and it's an interesting experience to have your feet bitten by tiny razor-sharp teeth when you're working. Or blogging.
Tomorrow's a civi holiday, and it's a quiet Thursday night in the RickJay household. Bridget Jones didn't come over as she is out drinking. Tomorrow is a rest day; Saturday we do the Family Tour, which involves driving to both Brighton and Kingston to see the various parental units and what siblings happen to be available. In addition to my sister, the Cheatin' Bitch, Mrs. RickJay has two sisters, who I will name Frowny (the middle sister) and Smiley (the youngest) because those names are funny. Mrs. RickJay's Dad is also in Brighton; he runs his own business. Mrs. RickJay's Mom is in heaven. My parents live in Kingston.
Tomorrow is also Good Friday. I am a baptized and confirmed Catholic and haven't been to Mass in... gosh, gotta be going on ten years, not counting the one we had during our comically useless marriage course. My family doesn't go either. I have absolutely no interest whatsoever in the Catholic church.
Some people I've read online, though, are really woop-woop-woop (twirl finger around your ear while saying woop-woop-woop for maximimum effect) about this. You get these people saying "I'm a recovering Catholic. I'm so racked with guilt from my Catholic upbringing. Oh, woe is me. But I am getting better. Pity me!" Oh, get over it, you weepy sack of crap. Like church, go on Sundays. Don't like it, don't go. If you have nothing to feel guilty about then shut up.
Actually, "Get Over It, You Weepy Sack of Crap" would make an excellent self-help book.
I'm intrigued with the editing possibilities on this blog thing, this is quite a bit more advanced than I'd thought. I can put text in colours, I can bold, and I can make lists:
Funny Words:
Tomorrow's a civi holiday, and it's a quiet Thursday night in the RickJay household. Bridget Jones didn't come over as she is out drinking. Tomorrow is a rest day; Saturday we do the Family Tour, which involves driving to both Brighton and Kingston to see the various parental units and what siblings happen to be available. In addition to my sister, the Cheatin' Bitch, Mrs. RickJay has two sisters, who I will name Frowny (the middle sister) and Smiley (the youngest) because those names are funny. Mrs. RickJay's Dad is also in Brighton; he runs his own business. Mrs. RickJay's Mom is in heaven. My parents live in Kingston.
Tomorrow is also Good Friday. I am a baptized and confirmed Catholic and haven't been to Mass in... gosh, gotta be going on ten years, not counting the one we had during our comically useless marriage course. My family doesn't go either. I have absolutely no interest whatsoever in the Catholic church.
Some people I've read online, though, are really woop-woop-woop (twirl finger around your ear while saying woop-woop-woop for maximimum effect) about this. You get these people saying "I'm a recovering Catholic. I'm so racked with guilt from my Catholic upbringing. Oh, woe is me. But I am getting better. Pity me!" Oh, get over it, you weepy sack of crap. Like church, go on Sundays. Don't like it, don't go. If you have nothing to feel guilty about then shut up.
Actually, "Get Over It, You Weepy Sack of Crap" would make an excellent self-help book.
I'm intrigued with the editing possibilities on this blog thing, this is quite a bit more advanced than I'd thought. I can put text in colours, I can bold, and I can make lists:
Funny Words:
- Booger
- Nerdling
- Slapnad
- Ta-ta
posted by RickJay @ 7:09 PM
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