Saturday, April 9, 2011

News From Nowhere

You ever think about someone and that person calls you, or shows up at the front door with a bag of clothes that needs cleaning? Some people think that a psychic connection, some people call it coincidence, some people call it the Law of Attraction. But tell me this, what does this accomplish? Why have it if it doesn't do anything for you?

I know people who constantly think the worse of things, like their house is going to get robbed, or the cat's going to throw up, or that someone they know is going to get into a car accident. And then those things happen. The problem is, they didn't do anything to stop it! They just sat around being worried and thinking about it. Why?

My point is, you might as well think about good things, so that if they don't happen, the worst is that you kept yourself thinking good thoughts, and didn't needlessly worry about silly things. And when it does happen, you won't be a loser.

Monday, April 4, 2011

The Sun Shone Since There Was Nothing New To Do

It's dreary out, overcast, cold, and pathetic.

How is it I can find a recipe, and follow it through to completion, yet I can't seem to do that with anything else in this life? I think it has something to do with my level of enjoyment of it. Add to this the amount of praise I get from it. With other tasks and things I can't seem to finish, I get either no praise or just the opposite, criticism, while my record for food accolades is mostly positive. (I won't mention the time I put cinnamon in the spaghetti sauce.)

Well off to begin something. Hopefully I finish it too. I really think that once I get past this hurdle, I will finally have grown up.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Thinking Outside The Litter Box

I have one cat. She's grey with one little white dot in the middle of her chest. She turns ten in a few weeks. She also left three poops two inches outside of her litter box. At 5 o'clock in the morning, blurry-eyed, and needing to pee, this was not something I wanted to stumble on.

What perplexes me is why they were lined up, neatly all in a row, just outside her box, with no streaks. They obviously weren't kicked out because they didn't have litter stuck to them, nor were they "butt-scooted" into place, because there were no marks. Yes, I investigated it but I am still confused how it could be? Did she just see the box, say, "eh, I can't be bothered", and squatted just outside of it and went poo?

I'm thinking this will just be one of those mysteries in life that will forever go unanswered.

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