Cat horking

I woke up at 5:30 this morning to this sound:



My cat Stella was sitting on the side table next to me, horking all over. In case you haven't heard a cat throw up, it sounds like a toilet plunger working on a really bad clog, followed by the toilet erupting its contents all over the floor. My cats do it all the time after they've eaten our plants, only this time the barf didn't land on the carpet. It landed on the dog, who was sound asleep next to the side table. I think it traumatized her. When she heard the barfing sound coming from the above YouTube video she went and hid.

State fair reminder

That state fair thing is happening again this year. Don't forget to print off your improved scavenger hunt list.

Biggest nerd alert ever

We were leaving the Parley's Gulch dog park after walking the cats when we saw some children dressed up as knights. Then we saw their parents:



Probably 50 of them. In full makeup. Carrying shields and swords. Some wearing tights. One guy was dressed like a cat (medieval cat?). Then one guy said "To whom do we speak about the horses for the battle?" No joke. I was disappointed that they didn't have any horses. Based on what their shields and swords were made of, I can only assume that if they did have horses, they'd be foam too.

My blog is bigger

Some people blog about something interesting. I blog about things I hate. Other people blog about nothing. You could call them "Seinfeld blogs". And by nothing I mean the only reason they even have a blog is to make it seem like their lives aren't as boring as they really are. But I see right through you, faker.



These blogs have turned into a huge pissing contest as to who takes their kids to more places, who goes on more vacations, or who loves being a mom the most. Now they're really grasping at straws. Out of ideas? Oh wait, your kid just wet the bed - you can get a whole week of posts out of that.



The competition gets more heated with people trying to make more posts than anyone else. And then it gets really hilarious when these people realize that they've practically written a stalker's guide book for their own family. So then they make their blog private, only to make it public again when they realize that they have just forfeited the pissing contest.

Leveling the playing field

While getting educated today, I noticed this on a bulletin board:



Obviously some anglo sans accent is looking to level the mating playing field by taking away foreigners' secret weapon. I think there is a better way to make it a little more fair:



It's like I always say: Give a man a fish, feed him for a day. Teach a man to speak with an Italian accent, he'll be chasing tail for a lifetime.