Chariots and Armadillos

Easter Monday Day.

I did what any self-effacing practical white wasp christian-flavoured would do on Easter weekend. I watched "Ben Hur", for the chariot races. I gasped/shuddered again at how the director must have achieved those two chariots and their eight horses stopping so suddenly and catastrophically. It must have hurt a bit. The very biblical year of 1959 hadn't perfected the "don't kill the animals while filming" rule that came up as people started paying more attention. And I still think old Juda Ben took one heck of a public health chance, bringing sister and mom into the city. How was he to know they'd be miraculously cured? They were shedding bacilli all OveR the place. ew.

Couldn't ALL the lepers have been miraculously cured? Or maybe they were, that just wasn't covered in this Hollywood movie of completely accurate historical facts. Hey, since the lightning storm at work last Tuesday night, I'm doing whatever I can to be good. However, that did not prevent my doctor from sending me to a new place for tests!
I got to go and have a woman's exam!! Oh, joy! Best part about it, the reason I actually had to pick up the phone and make the darned appointment?
One of the Doctor's names was

Dr. Goldfinger. I KNOW!! Dr. G. was in Florida, which I was glad, because one shouldn't laugh during these exams, unless one is ReaLLy relaxed. Oh, sorry. I'll dial back to less disgusting.

Of course "Ten Commandments" was on  Easter Sunday, I watched the part where the Nile turns red, around there. Yul Brynner never did anything better than playing the Pharoah of Egypt... sigh. And Nefertiri's gold gowns, yowza!

I'm into antique movies, obviously. Like Liz Taylor passed away. Finally, the world can get back to being a little uglier. I read and listened as so many youngsters said "Huh? Who died?" Liz TAYLOR, you nutcases!
Watch some antiques for a change. "Giant" begats "Butterfield 8" and then somehow"Goldfinger" comes to mind;) Maybe because of Cleopatra. Could that woman wear an outfit!

In other boring news, Older shorter sister has finally proven to me that she can cook a turkey. Yes, I admit it, Oss. (aka mama2) The gravy just about exploded my aorta, and the nephew/Niece/Bf combo of potato whipping was a tremendous achievement. The chocolate cupcakes were enough to send my cholesterol into the atmosphere, so I took two aspirin at about 2am to cure the food-catatonia. Well, two cupcakes, two aspirin. Balances out, right? I thought so.
Armadillos.

Don't adjust your eyes, I did just type armadillos. Hey, they are as relevant to this as anything.

OH, congrats to Wills & Kate. I forgot to send a gift, but hey, Canada is spending on memorabilia!
To A MUCH happier future for them. We need a good fairy-tale, once in a while.
(adjusting frequency..)

Still Stinky

And why not?

He's getting a bit of a tummy. Not much, and his thyroid mass is still pretty big. But when he's comfy, is he ever comfy! Scared the ever loving heck out of me the other morning, I'm working away, and hear this loud scrabbling coming from a pile of cardboard tubes we tend to hoard. Ol' Stinky is trying to mouse, but the layout isn't helping. Since I had never heard that sound coming from that pile, it was still a surprise to see him coming outta there. I like him much better as a desk ornament.

I am not used to felines anymore. My old JethRoses cat was renowned for popping out of places he shouldn't, and laughing his not-so-little butt off at our gasps of shock/suprise. Cats love to make an entrance. Their fur is entrancing. Scrawnicle cats.

I've been trying to find him a new home, but I admit it's totally not working. There is such a shortage of homeless cats in the world, isn't there. I refuse to take him "there", and so what can I do? I wonder if I can qualify for crazy cat lady of the month, or something. There must be a prize for that, eh?

My dogs are still pretty bored, Blaze moreso than Flip, but I just can't over-load sign shipments with more hair. A cat counts as two dogs, I've discovered.  Even a short-hair. So soft...

ahem. I will return to further horse stories when (and if) the whim strikes. Dog stories too. But for the moment at least, this channel has been taken over by felines. Their world domination plot is apparently working;)

Oh, and his gaseous emissions have diminished, thanks be to more dry food.  He takes his two daily pills whole, with food, no problem. He looooves his food. And his Me.

I have found a way too dark clip of Blaze with her first ice-cube, the funniest thing she ever saw. Just to keep the universe happy.

Stinky 2 - The Usual Conundrum

Well, some exciting things have been happening at work, and in the midst of said excitement, we still have our Stinky. Okay, My Stinky..

earlier picture

very recent picture, sooo happy....

I wish his name would come to me soon, but maybe that's because I am not his real owner. Usually an animal that comes into my life is named, because the name just comes to me. So far, I just want to call him Stinky. Or George, but I don't know why. Maybe after Carlin... Stinky is a funny cat. SO loving/lap-hogging/desk-sprawling. I've had to bark at him for chewing telephone hand-set cords, and he still wants to, when I'm on the phone, natch.

VeryEarlyPicture,LookingRough

OH, and before I forget, my little older sister is reading/checking up on me here, for dog's sakes, and she's still a tad miffed by the pancreas of Toronto comment I made. Here's the deal. This is my blog, sistah. It's an opinion blog, and only mine counts. See why I like blogging? Saves all that arguing, anyway. At least you don't live in the gall bladder of  Toronto, like brother...

Double-OH, you also might have noticed I've actually spent a whole couple of blogs without horses. Well, I kinda started involuntarily boycotting thinking about them, but as usual, it didn't last long. How do I waste my money? I buy an "Magner's Classic Encyclopedia of the Horse", originally published in uh, 1887. I love reading old stuff. It's WAY older than me..

AND the guy was bitching about checking/blinders/cropping-tails/force-breaking back THEN.
$12.99 at Coles' Books, people. Classic, I look forward to reading it. And then donating it..

books, young man, books...

edited to add, holy CRAP, Magner was a huge fan of throwing horses, and war-bridles, OH, and tying their heads to their tails was also highly effective. He spent many chapters explaining about vicious horses. Guess there were LOTS of them back in the good old days..

Flippin' fotogenic

I am brilliant.

I wish you were a squirrel.

So Dull, what you're saying, Mom...

Phlip is so phunny. Aphter the phrisbeee is brought wiphin 8 pheet of me, she phlops down and tells me quite loudly, in her barksalot voice, "You need more exercise, move your butt, human!" I explain she is simply being rude, trying to tell me how ALL the games are played, when in phact phrisbeee is MY game. Then I become dull again;)

And Blaze, of course, is right there, shoving the phrisbee into my hand, still borne to retrieve, and never to leave.
Phlip leaves ALL the time. Squirrels and chipmunks and geese and moles and poop and... sometimes, I guess I am that dull, aphter all:)

Pond Scenes

The female he is displaying to had just dove under the water, hence the cool ripples and his HUH?? expression....

Played with the lighting on this one..

Not This One