Seattle man dies after sex with horse

Now, read the article verrrrrrrrrry carefully.


Thanks Bob!

You know your husband loves you when he'll spend 3 hours or more shopping with you while on your anniversary roadtrip.

That reminds me. I should have thawed out our wedding cake... cake-lady is supposed to be making us an anniversary cake but we're still planning on eating a bite from the original.

While we were driving around, we kept thinking of things we should do at the house when we got back. Earlier, I tried to write them all down but I think I may have forgotten a few. It doesn't seem like as much of a list as I'd remembered. Provided we actually follow the list and don't get too sidetracked, we ought to be able to get everything done before this coming weekend, which I'm also taking off. That way, we'll have two more days to just hang out and gloat over our inloveness.

This morning, I shook Ben awake and asked if he was ready to get up. I don't know exactly what time his mother usually gets him up but I figured any time before the bed is soaked is a good idea. Anyway. He mumbled that he wasn't done sleeping and he wanted just a little longer. I told him to get up when he had to pee and he snapped wide awake and said "I'm done sleeping now. I'm done. I'll get up."

That's muh boy. Heed the call of the bladder.


A few days ago, we were going to Mom's house to visit and set up the new computer. On the way there, I heard Ben breathing in very deeply... like he was trying to catch a scent or something. I asked what he was doing and he said "I'm just smelling my feet because they don't stink." Guess you gotta capture the moments when they come. Sadly, he seems to have inherited his Daddy's inability to smell everything... I nearly passed out from the odor of the little man's feet. I hung the Napoleon Dynamite air freshener that I got for Chad and soon came to realize that the combination of stinky boy-feet and bubblegum is NOT one of my favorites.

James Doohan, 'Star Trek's' Scotty, dead

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Doohan's first marriage to Judy Doohan produced four children. He had two children by his second marriage to Anita Yagel. Both marriages ended in divorce. In 1974 he married Wende Braunberger, and their children were Eric, Thomas and Sarah, who was born in 2000, when Doohan was 80.

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Sometimes I even shock myself at the things I'll say.

Yesterday, I had a dwarf sized hangover till about 3pm. I'm not sure what made it finally clear up but ohmyhell did it suck.

"Therapy ruined my asshole"


It's not important who said it or the context. It's just important that the phrase was uttered and in all seriousness.


Also, I like when we talk. I'll try to remember to do it more often.

So. My vet down the street retired without telling anyone. Bastard. I bet Chichi will be glad tho.. she never really liked him. He wanted to cut pieces of her lips off.

So.
Things You Don't Want to Do After 9:00PM.
Or, My Own PSA.

1. Call an animal emergency clinic. (They can't really tell you anything.)
2. Call Animal Poison Control ($50! To talk to someone who doesn't know anything.)
3. Try to find the Animal Emergency Clinic. (Apparently they like to move and not update info in the Yellow Pages.)
4. Drive around with a wet dog halfway in your lap.


For the record though, if your 46 pound dog tears open a bag of Sevin-5 Dust, watch her for the next 4 hours. If she starts to twitch and salivate, bathe her and watch her some more. If she does anything else, call your emergency vet clinic and get GOOD directions.

You know those 'Bag Recycle' boxes they have at Wal-Mart? I filled up two of them today. I feel better, even though I'm pretty sure recycling bags is just as polluting as making new ones.

You know, I'm not a bad friend. I may not be the most giving person in the world but I'm not a BAD friend. I don't know why I let stupid shit bother me. So I made a nerd joke and you let your little feelings get hurt. Suck it up. Don't make up new reasons to lash out at me. And don't think for a minute that it's my job to bring it up when I see you. You're the mad one. You bring it up. And stop leaving retarded 'anonymous' notes on my blog.

In other news, we have a new refrigerator that makes the leftovers feel small. It's pretty and white and doesn't sweat all over the place. I think I'll name her Lucy.

Bush collides with police officer during bike ride

AUCHTERARDER, Scotland (CNN) -- President Bush collided with a British police officer during a bike ride Wednesday evening, suffering scrapes on his hands and arms that required bandaging, White House spokesman Scott McClellan said.

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The president's bicycle was damaged, and he returned to his hotel in an SUV that had been trailing him as he rode with a Secret Service agent, McClellan said.

This is not the first time Bush's mountain biking habit has led to injury. In May 2004, he suffered minor abrasions to his chin, upper lip, nose, right hand and both knees when he took a spill near the end of a ride at his ranch in Texas.

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Yes. Leading the Free World. Al-Right! Giggity!!!!

I'm working on the 4th of July. That's all kinds of not right.


Bring me cakes and cookies. And ice cream.