shaun and flickr

i’m still amazed at how many people have favorited and commented on this photo. and i didn’t even take it.

having said that, i guess this image symbolizes how we should embrace life: stick your head out the window and enjoy all that hits in you in the face.

11 May 2008 Leave a note [1]

role reversal

in attempts to get the kitties more active (and instead of just replacing the batteries in our laser pointers), naz bought a couple new cat toys while i bought yet another rubber squeaky annoyance for shaun the dog™. don’t get me wrong, seeing shaun’s reaction to a new unscathed toy is priceless. you’d think that his toybox isn’t overflowing already. nothing beats him sticking his face directly in front of mine, with nonstop squeaking. resounding giggles as his big rubbery black nose sort of morphs into a piggy nose with each squeeze of the toy in his jaw.

and bringing home the crazy yellow chicken was no different. for a small price to pay of $6, he’ll play with it for a couple hours, and then away it goes to the bottom of the toy abyss, only to be seen again in a couple months. and this time was no different. but shaun quickly had a replacement for the chicken. the cat glove with dangly strips of material and fuzzy balls and the feathers and bell on a stick.

naz got the glove out for kitty enjoyment, but they were quickly usurped by shaun’s big noggin and giant body. i laughed, thinking it was a fluke. but then the magical feather stick came out and its ringing bell snapped shaun to his feet off the couch from the living room. his gallop echoing on the hardwood floors, startling cats at play, shaun took centerstage yet again. getting in downward dog pose, poised for his own attack, he’d nip at the feathers every chance he got.

but don’t think the kitties didn’t go down without a fight. and well, the kitties rarely succumb to defeat anyway since shaun is a bit of a pansy around them. monty the cat™ always gets a few swats in, but will eventually walk away, disgusted at the big burly animal getting in the way of his fun.

04 December 2007

things we giggle about

the boy and i have a new obsession. not being a fan of mtv, particularly since i can’t remember the last time i actually witnessed a real, honest-to-goodness music video, we normally zoom right by it in the channel line up. but there was one night when naz stopped momentarily, recognizing a pro skater.

and since then, rob and big has been playing non-stop in our house. a guilty pleasure indeed, but g*ddamn, oh so good.

i find the theme song stuck in my head on morning bike rides. and then i giggle. i recall the episode when rob brought home a new playmate for meaty (his bulldog), mini horse, and i giggle about rob’s admission: “raising a barnyard animal is a lot harder than it looks on the internet.” and then of course, there’s drunk uncle jerry making a mantra out of “you’re dirty girl. dirty girl.”

it really is good stuff. watch it.

13 July 2007