A long time ago in a suburb not so far away from where I live now, I had a weird secret admirer leave me a mystery: and that's when Russell Crowe showed up in my grandparents' mailbox. It's now been nearly 20 years and I still don't know who did it. Last week I got home from… Continue reading Of Course My Secret Admirers Are Weird
Tag: What the HELL
It’s a Mew Year
Not long ago I decided it's not fair that Ragnar steals all Angus's toys for the sweet sweet catnip high he finds inside. Puppies: utterly certain everything within their sniff or pee range is THEIRS, and damn anyone* else's prior claim.Also puppies: unaffected by catnip yet rudely ensure the cat can't get high out of… Continue reading It’s a Mew Year
More Things Ragnar Ate and Drunk Walrus Impersonations. These Are Unrelated.
Once in a while, I re-up a subscription to one of those monthly boxes of random fun stuff, just because who doesn't like getting a box of something NOT bills in the mail? This month, it was a witchybox full of various pagan bits and pieces (um, let's be clear I mean bits and pieces of… Continue reading More Things Ragnar Ate and Drunk Walrus Impersonations. These Are Unrelated.
Things Ragnar Ate Episode 4: The Reeking
I hate cicada season. HATES it, Precious.Ragnar doesn't give a hoot (or a bark, or a howl, or some weird middle-of-the-night snuffle-grunt that scares the shit out of his owner) about cicadas. Ragnar cares deeply about the innards of stuffed animals. And shoes. And walls. So, lately in the list of Things Ragnar Ate: Another pair of flip… Continue reading Things Ragnar Ate Episode 4: The Reeking
Make America Educated Again
I'm not sure how to title this post, because the utter stupidity of the conversation that sparked it annoyed me so much I needed a couple of days to decide how to approach the subject.Two days ago Minnesota held Primary Elections. I was outside letting Ragnar snuffle around instead of doing the business he was… Continue reading Make America Educated Again
Back with Spam – Oh Gloria, Your Marketing Fails.
I mean...I guess it's convenient that I can have groceries or pizza delivered right along with someone named Leah?Honestly, Leah, even if I had the appropriate gear you're asking for, I have to say I'm not really the "any will do" type.Dear Yahoo mail and the Gloria Coopers of the world (I assume she's the… Continue reading Back with Spam – Oh Gloria, Your Marketing Fails.
Living Up to Viking Stereotypes
This is obviously my fault. I'm the idiot who chose a Viking legend as the appropriate name for my puppy. Yes, I know there has been WAY more important world events lately, but I'm not a news source, and I'm tired of death, so this post is focused on destruction instead.Things Ragnar Ate: The heel of… Continue reading Living Up to Viking Stereotypes
And Then I Dropped a Chemical Weapon On Myself
Things Ragnar Ate:The corner of a foam Yoga brickWell, that's an unsubtle reminder. A stolen treat still in the wrapper Dog treats are gross. This one was rabbit sausage (presumably that would be a sausage-shaped treat comprised of rabbit bits, not rabbit penis, since it didn't say "pizzle" on the packaging. The rubber coating from a 2 lb… Continue reading And Then I Dropped a Chemical Weapon On Myself
The 17 Year Old Unsolved Mystery of Russell Crowe.
The turn of the millennium had a couple big milestones for me. I graduated college in 1999, and my first real adventures happened in 2000. I moved away from home over New Year's weekend. (Yeah, I know a lot of peeps move when they GO to college, but I LIKED my hometown and never wanted… Continue reading The 17 Year Old Unsolved Mystery of Russell Crowe.
A Nefarious Gang Stalks My House
This fine cool fall-ish morning I took my usual sojourn to Starbucks for fancy coffee (because I work from home full time now, and sometimes that's my only outing of the day. Hey, I shower every day and wear not-pajamas for this gig, and I'm still saving money by not commuting...oh stop judging me).Anyway, when… Continue reading A Nefarious Gang Stalks My House
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