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A Funny Thing Happened on the way to the Coffee Shop...

Someone (without an ask box I might add) somehow got the crazy notion that I don’t much care for Australia. Nothing could actually be further  from the truth.

Australia, Australia, Australia, Australia, We love You!

As it happens, after Scotland, Australia is number two on my list of places I most want to visit before I kick the bucket.  My folks spent a month there and I have several internet mates who call Oz home.  I do however also know how deadly the country can be, and not just from those cute fuzzy critters either..  My father almost drowned off the Great Barrier Reef when his scuba tour did a rather crappy job of head counting and left him behind to dog paddle with nothing but a snorkel and flippers for two hours.

I love the Australian people, and Australian Master Chef is one of my all time favorite cooking shows. That fat guy with the Ascot just cracks me up. I especially love hearing an Aussie woman talk. She could read the bloody phone book and I would be captivated for hours. So to set the record straight:

Australia, Australia, Australia, Australia, I love you!

“I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.” -Bilbo Baggins At some point while I was sleeping last night, my blog reached 1,000 followers.  I am so happy to have so many of you enjoying my personal brand of crazy. I am very thankful to have you all along for the ride.  I really need to give a special thanks though to Mr. Wil Wheaton. Honestly, without his reblogging of some of my stuff it is obvious that many of you wouldn’t even know I exist. I am a huge fan of his, and I am very pleased that he enjoys my sense of humor. For those of you who are new to my blog, I should probably warn you that as happy as I am to have you here, at some point I am probably going to say something or post something that is going to offend you.  I do my best to maintain my “inside voice” filter, but truth be told, I am not very good at it.  I am given to random bursts of saying what’s on my mind in no uncertain terms, and sometimes my sense of humor also reflects that particular character flaw. I am human after all and being politically correct is not something that comes naturally to me. So don’t say you weren’t warned. I suppose the best part about hitting 1,000 followers is that I can finally pay off Davy Jones for that bet I lost after a doomed Carnival cruise to Barbados with the souls of you, my followers.  If you should suddenly notice a malignant looking black spot in your palm over the next few days, try not to be too alarmed. It is not melanoma, and  I am told that a very nice Kraken will be arriving shortly to help you deal with it. Good Luck and thank you again for following me. Have fun :)!

“I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.” -Bilbo Baggins

At some point while I was sleeping last night, my blog reached 1,000 followers.  I am so happy to have so many of you enjoying my personal brand of crazy. I am very thankful to have you all along for the ride.  I really need to give a special thanks though to Mr. Wil Wheaton. Honestly, without his reblogging of some of my stuff it is obvious that many of you wouldn’t even know I exist. I am a huge fan of his, and I am very pleased that he enjoys my sense of humor.

For those of you who are new to my blog, I should probably warn you that as happy as I am to have you here, at some point I am probably going to say something or post something that is going to offend you.  I do my best to maintain my “inside voice” filter, but truth be told, I am not very good at it.  I am given to random bursts of saying what’s on my mind in no uncertain terms, and sometimes my sense of humor also reflects that particular character flaw. I am human after all and being politically correct is not something that comes naturally to me. So don’t say you weren’t warned.

I suppose the best part about hitting 1,000 followers is that I can finally pay off Davy Jones for that bet I lost after a doomed Carnival cruise to Barbados with the souls of you, my followers.  If you should suddenly notice a malignant looking black spot in your palm over the next few days, try not to be too alarmed. It is not melanoma, and  I am told that a very nice Kraken will be arriving shortly to help you deal with it. Good Luck and thank you again for following me.

Have fun :)!

So as I mentioned earlier today, I decided to console my inability to get some Mozzarella Sticks due to my car being stuck in the ice, by making a Chicken Pancake sandwich for dinner.  Needless to say it was incredibly delicious, and I will most definitely be making it again.

So as I mentioned earlier today, I decided to console my inability to get some Mozzarella Sticks due to my car being stuck in the ice, by making a Chicken Pancake sandwich for dinner.  Needless to say it was incredibly delicious, and I will most definitely be making it again.

Even more evidence that cats are not nearly as agile as their reputation  portrays them to be…… Mr. Underfoot: Let’s see how agile you are when you’re starving with an empty food dish. Me: We just had this conversation a while ago. I will fill your dish when I make something for myself to eat. Mr. Underfoot: That life expectancy of yours keeps getting shorter and shorter Mr. Notsoagile Yourself.

Even more evidence that cats are not nearly as agile as their reputation  portrays them to be……

Mr. Underfoot: Let’s see how agile you are when you’re starving with an empty food dish.

Me: We just had this conversation a while ago. I will fill your dish when I make something for myself to eat.

Mr. Underfoot: That life expectancy of yours keeps getting shorter and shorter Mr. Notsoagile Yourself.

I believe that is just natural instinct for most cats. If you aren’t the one filling the food dish, then your days are numbered. Sometimes even filling the food dish is not enough to curb their murderous intent. Mr. Underfoot: Speaking of food dishes, do you intend to live through the night? Me: I will fill your dish again when I  get around to making food for myself. Mr. Underfoot: If I starve, it’s all your fault. Me: Besides you’re getting a little chubby. Mr. Underfoot: Your life expectancy just diminished significantly.

I believe that is just natural instinct for most cats. If you aren’t the one filling the food dish, then your days are numbered. Sometimes even filling the food dish is not enough to curb their murderous intent.

Mr. Underfoot: Speaking of food dishes, do you intend to live through the night?

Me: I will fill your dish again when I  get around to making food for myself.

Mr. Underfoot: If I starve, it’s all your fault.

Me: Besides you’re getting a little chubby.

Mr. Underfoot: Your life expectancy just diminished significantly.