Lost:
My mail keys. If you know where my mail keys have disappeared too – please tell me. Cuz there’s a box coming, and I can’t get to it. Haurmph. If I can’t find em by tomorrow I’ll have to get the lock changed. Darnitall.
Yeah, like ya’ll can help. *L* But well – that’s all I got. Too much cloudy headspace, not enough clarity.
WTF are my keys?? Gah.
….wow.
Obese should have health warnings on their clothes | the Daily Mail
Go ahead, read. I’ll wait.
I… am almost speechless. I mean, it’s about damn time someone told me how fat my ass is by sewing a helpline number into my clothing! I never would have known otherwise! Where oh WHERE could I possibly turn too when I feel like a donut? i know! I’ll call the helpline. Now where did I put that number? oh yes! it’s sewn right next to my ASS!
What I want to know is if this means that there are labels on Model’s clothing? Something along the lines of “Oh for the love of god EAT SOMETHING and quit sticking your finger down your throat afterwards!”
And his other suggestions are cool too! Banning snack ads before 9pm, tax breaks for the thin, higher taxes on high fat foods, clearer labeling (Not bad in itself, but as part of this whole…) And now, children – ages 12 and under – can get gastric bypass surgery too! Oh GOODY! Let’s solve everything by major surgery before they even start puberty and increase the major health problems for the rest of their lives! *claps hands gleefully!* What a wonderful solution!
Now – this is in the UK. But really, how long do you think it’ll take for some idiot in office around here to think “OOOOOOOH! now THATS a good idea!”
We know we’re fat. I know it everytime I get up, sit down, do stuff, don’t do stuff, every minute of every day. I have a fat ass. Also? I have a fuckin brain. Sewing help line labels into my clothing that scream “YO! FATASS!” isn’t going to change what I already know until I’m damn well ready to change it myself.
Yes, obesity is a problem in the UK and the US. This is not the solution. This just further encourages those who already discriminate against people because of weight. It’s the last acceptable form of discrimination, after all. Bet that jackass in the UK wouldn’t think of bustin out the N-word, ever. But we fatties – we’re totally fair game.
Fuckin’asshats.
And you thought the kittens were cute…
But seriously, could this child GET any cuter? Honestly! Probably a good thing, as it’s likely the reason I don’t thump her half as often as I wanna…
Silly Kitty Saturday v9 – on time!
So, this week in Silly Kitty Land, we learned to:
Drink from a glass, and play king of the hill.
(or, King of the pile of papers and books, as the case may be. Heh.)
(and yes, I held the cup for him. I cater to his every whim. Wouldn’t you?)
We also discovered a plant hook on the ceiling, and did our damndest to get a hold of it:
And look completely, and utterly cute beyond words while we slept – which, naturally, allows us to live longer and plan more mischief for when mom’s not looking:
 
Though, in retrospect, stealing her chair while she was in the other room shortened our nap considerably. Harumph.
And last, but not least – the tree demolition is temporarily at a standstill.
But only until after naptime!
Holy crap…
Today is Friday. You know what that means right? Two things – there are only ten TEN! days before Christmas (PANIC!) And? It’s the last day of school for two weeks.
TWO WEEKS!
Augh!
And actually, technically, the pup has one more day of school next wednesday. In case ya’ll live under a rock and/or don’t really care about such fascinating things that involve the Biggest State in the Union (Texas is just a freakin lil baby. Everythings bigger in Texas – nope, not even CLOSE! Ha! We could fit three Texas’ inside Alaska and still have wiggle room. Methinks the sun has addled their brains. We, this time of year, CLEARLY don’t have that problem!) I’ll fill ya in.
The space shuttle Discovery is currently in orbit/at the space station. The pilot of that shuttle for this mission is one Bill Oefelein, who is officially the first Alaskan to go into space. Whoo! Now the uber cool thing about that is that it’s awesome for the local schools to follow one of our own as he does things that most kids have dreamed of doing at one point or another. The Challenger Learning Center of Alaska has teamed up with NASA and other folks to have the first ever tele-conferences with schools in Alaska. Exciting stuff right?
Well, the Pup’s school was one that was chosen to have kids sign up and be part of the teleconference on December 20. Of all the kids that signed up, The Pup – MY PUP – was chosen to be a part of the conference! The child is BEYOND excited! She’s been totally into this whole Alaskan In Space thing, so much so that EVERY TIME there’s a little blurb on any tv station we have to let her watch the whole thing before switching channels. It’s cute, really. So she’s a little excited. (hah!)
Me too, really, even if it means I have to be up and moving and out the door and to the Challenger Center by 9:30 am for the 10am tele-conference. I dunno if they’ll show it anywhere else but here? But if they do, and you see a little blond haired bouncy gap-toothed beauty trying her best to take up ALL THE TIME of the tele-conference on the 20th? Most likely, she’s my pup. Heh.
*image from http://www.akastronaut.org/
