Give Gwen some love!

OK, so now that you have heard about the trouble maker in our house, it's time to give the Queen some attention. Anyone who has met the Queen knows that she has some attitude. Well, I do love her. She is needy, and always craving attention, and will whine and whine until she gets the attention that she wants. Brian always gets mad at me at night when I call her name in response to her cries from the bathroom. Bottom line, she's a fatcat. She rules the roost. In a different life, maybe her third or fourth, she was a royal pet in some Egyptian princesses court. Anyway, just wanted to show you all how cute she is. I love my Gwenie.

Cat for Sale - CHEAP

I would like to use Julie's post from April 21 as the backdrop to mine . . .

Cat for Sale:

For sale, 2005 House Cat (Felis catus). Two-tone white and orange coloring with Hitler-esque trim. Upgrades include, claw-less braking and removal of internal male sex organs (these posed to be detrimental to this model). Answers to the name "Howie" (but also answers to "Retard", "Monster", and sometimes even "Tweedle Dumb" - so I don't think it matters much). Loves dry cat food, but appears to not know when to stop eating. Has an irrational fear of water (ok, maybe that's rational for a cat) but for some stupid reason won't stop splashing around in the water dish. Also loves to watch the "DVD" logo bounce around on the TV while movies are paused - and to chase the cursor on computers. Selling because he's too stupid to stop throwing water around the bathroom and knocking things over even though he's been threatened several times. Please make offer.

Kitty Dress-up?

So, I'm getting ready for bed on a peaceful Sunday night, when there is a crash from the bathroom!! OH NO!!!! What has Howie done now?! (It's almost always Howie, Gwen's too lazy.) So I walk to the bathroom, as Brian asks me what that noise was, and I come upon an interesting sight. I should know better than to leave things sitting on the counter. Upon the floor, I find a broken glass bottle of Clinique foundation. Just for the record, this was the infamous missing bottle that got misplaced when we moved. I purchased a new one, so losing this one was not that big of a deal to me. What was a big deal was the fact that I now had foundation in the lovely shade of "Petal" all over my bathroom. It did not just spill on the floor, but at impact splattered all over the place. I had some on the walls, all over my bathroom rug, and all over the front of my cabinet.
But more important, and to add humor to the mix, Howie knew he was in trouble. So he darted out of the bathroom, right past me . . . and right through the puddle of foundation. Now, I don't know if he wanted to try and hide a break-out, or if he was just testing the shade before he went to purchase his own, but it was all over his paws.
Enter Brian, and begin the screaming. Brian has little patience for the animals. Growing up in the sticks, he never had indoor animals, especially cats. I have had to remain calm as I try to explain why they do the random things they do. They are animals, they don't know any better. This was the icing on the cake for Brian. We have been trying to get Howie to stop spilling the water all over the bathroom, and this mess was just making Bri mad, whereas I thought it kind of silly.
It was my own fault. I left the make-up out where it could be tampered with. I just wish Howie had asked me first. It's like the time I decided I was old enough to shave my legs and I took a big section off the front of my shin (still have the scar). Sometimes we think we are big enough to do it on our own, when really we need our mother's help.
Howie has decided that he didn't like the make-up experience. I think it's probably because we had to hold him down and wash his paws to get out what we could (after he had run through the house leaving spots of "Petal" in his wake). Today, he is much happier, even though his little paws are still slightly tinted.
And where was Gwen through all of this? Sitting quietly on a perch, enjoying the antics and chaos, just like always.

Wowzers!

A bug that does the cleaning? This 1-meter (39-inch) tall, 1.35-meter (53-inch) long prototype robot ‘ named “Lady Bird” ‘ is designed to clean public restrooms at highway rest areas. It is equipped with water tanks, brushes and other tools needed for heavy-duty scrubbing. Obstacle detection sensors allow the robot to safely perform its duties without running into people.

In addition to cleaning, Lady Bird can engage in simple conversation with restroom users, thanks to microphones in its “antennae,” speech recognition capabilities and a voice synthesizer. The robot has access to the latest information about traffic conditions on nearby roads, which it can relay to anyone comfortable enough to ask.

The developers, who are building Lady Bird for West Nippon Expressway Company Limited (NEXCO), aim to complete the machine by March 2009, and they hope to one day see it cleaning toilets at hotels and other institutions. Lady Bird robots are expected to sell for about 3.5 million yen ($30,000) each.

Scottie, this one's for you . . .

I bet you get really REALLY bad heartburn after you listen to track #2.

Meet Gwen and Howie

Gwen has this weird thing where she has to be sitting on top of whatever is on the floor. Doesn't matter what it is: newspaper, blanket, Laurel's backpack. She will sit right on top of it. Notice her attempt at the end of this video.

No Brian, I will not gestate a monkey for you!

These are Albino Pygmy Twin Monkeys.

Three's a Crowd?

I'm giving in . . . .

Generally speaking, I hate blogs. I hate blogging, bloggers, bloggest, blogfigknutten, and anything remotely related to the word "blog." But, I'm giving up. That's right, the stubborn Julie is throwing in the towel. All my will power is gone, and I'm sitting at my computer, listening to my fabulous itunes collection, and blogging (in my pajamas no less). I never thought the day would come.

I'm blaming all of you! I go to my sister's blog to see what antics she's up to, and to my surprise, I find that everyone and their dog has a blog now! What has the world come to?! And now
I'm adding to the chaos of the interweb. Oh, the shame! So, I've given in to peer pressure. I'm going to post comments on some random website that people can simply navigate to. I'm going to tell you all about the strange life we live, with our two cats (who you will hear all about), the altima (Brian's other love), and Pebbles. (Pebbles is my new car. See Brian's blog for details.)

I will apologize in advance if the things posted here don't make much sense. Frankly, what goes on in my head doesn't make much sense, and that is exactly what you are going to get here. You will also find that I live with a very funny, very handsome man who keeps me in stitches 99.44% of the time. I plan to share that part of my life with all of you, because I'm pretty darn sure that you all can't begin to understand what I go through every day. (And I love every minute of it!)

I will also apologize because Brian has full rights to post on this blog. After all, it is Monkeys and ladybugs. If you are wondering why it's titled that, you should not be reading this, it's none of your business, so go away. If you do get the title, then you are one of the lucky few. We welcome any post regarding either monkeys, ladybugs, or monkeys and ladybugs. We're not picky!

So, we hope you enjoy your time here. Check back often, and if we haven't added to it soon enough, please email me and I'll happily add one of my many hilarious stories. (I've been told I have the best stories.) I also take requests. If you know one of my hilarious antics, I'll be more than happy to document it for ever on the fabulous invention of Al Gore. Just send me an email and you'll get your post. (I sound like a bad karaoke singer begging for suggestions. Gosh!)

And lastly, I may have given in to the blogging monster, but I'll die before I create a myspace page!