Fluffy Ann

Friday, September 22, 2006

Pets Make Us Crazy

We have this cat named Gus. Cutest baby ever. However, half the people in the world have no idea what his real name is because his nicknames are ever-evolving. I wrote a new friend recently about this and thought I'd write to see if anyone else has this predicament with their pet.

Gus's nickname evolution went something like this: Gustav--Gus--Leetle Mon--Leetle--Bear Cub--Cub Scout--Cubby--Coob Scoot-- Cooby. And then there were all of these funny little cheers/songs that went along with half of the names. "Leetle Mon" was inserted into a peculiar soy sauce commercial's jingle instead of the word "Kikkoman." The last four nicknames' cheers went like this: "Scout's Honor!" -- "Give a shout out to the cub scout!" -- "Give a shoot oot to the Coob Scoot!" -- "Shoot to the Coob!" Now, we are either the most bizarre people ever, or, hidden away in their homes, many people succomb to silliness around their beloved pets. Which is the case?

I have a friend named Rachel who I believe is just as pet-silly as we. This is what she wrote instead of a profile for herself on an Internet site:

"Who wants to hear about me when you can hear about the diabolical Darth Cephus! Bocephus is about 3 inches high, and inherited the name "midnight missile" because he runs back & forth from the front of the house to the back as fast as he can go over & over again [the dog is also black]. Bo runs into walls, chews on Tony's dip, and will eat ANYTHING (his favorite is onions fresh off of the grill). He has scabies or something that makes his hair fall out. He poots a lot. He doesn't have any balls but that doesn't slow him down! Bo loves to go riding in the truck. He loves taking baths and hates the guy that lives across the street [...] Bo also loves to watch tv and will play with anything or anybody that squeaks. This dog is virtually retarded, but only I can say that because if anyone else calls my babies names, I will do them bodily harm."

Monday, September 18, 2006

Number One Hundred Five

It's a stormin' today in Alabama. I'm in a good mood because my students participated really well in class and actually seemed to have a good time. *GASP* I made them read a short essay called "The Hijab" by a Canadian Islamic student, and they seemed to really get into discussing feminisim, race, and stereotypes. I think I'll have them read a Maya Angelou piece next because the class is predominantly African American, and because I want them to get a sampling (if possible) of authors from a wide range of religious, cultural, and ethnic backgrounds.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Number One Hundred Four

I wore gloves today to church. I got inspired by the episode of Sex and the City in which Carrie and Miranda go to church to spy on Big and are both wearing gloves and a hat. I was also inspired by my friend Rebekah who is always wearing vintage clothes and accessories. The gloves I wore were some kid leather ones that were my grandmother's. They were more like driving gloves, but I didn't care. I just wanted to wear some, and my "proper" gloves are at my mother's house. I think some people thought I didn't know the difference. ;)

I think some people in my life who don't know me well think I'm stupid-- or just ultra naive like Charlotte. Neither of these is true, but I get really nervous when I'm in a group of people and have a hard time articulating myself. This seems hard to believe because I'm such an extravert, but it's true. Sometimes, I dive into a subject I don't know much about (eh hem... politics) just because I feel I haven't participated enough in the conversation, and then I feel like I'm in one of those dreams where one is standing naked in the middle of a crowd. Only I feel that I'm not only naked but also standing on a ledge above everyone so that they can gawk at me. This almost always happens when my husband and I go to lunch with a group of people, and I just want to hide under the table. Maybe this is all in my mind, but I always feel that awkward moment in the conversation when I've said something vague or worse-- something that makes absolutely no sense. Sometimes I don't even know where the thing came from, but there it is, staring me in the face saying, "What's your next move, smartie?"

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Number One Hundred Three

I never post on this thing any more, but why not? I changed the name of this blog and removed my own name to assure that no predatory characters have a chance. I have become increasingly wary of the Internet and the accessibility to private information.

The new blog name is a nickname that my best girl friend has long called me, and a subtle tribute to her.

Tomorrow, I shall go to the beach. I don't think I went at all last summer, which I find sad, since I live only a few hours from many beaches. I hope it's sunny and few people are there.

I have found "the one my heart loves" and am getting married in August. That is why I never post any more. I find expressing myself to the one person who understands me better than anyone else on earth much more fulfilling.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Number One Hundred Two

For my love, G. G. :

"Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before
Want to vanish inside your kiss
Every day I love you more and more
Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing
Telling me to give you everything
Seasons may change, winter to spring
But I love you
Until the end of time

Come what may
Come what may
I will love you
Until my dying day

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place
Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace
Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste
It all revolves around you

And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song, and I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather
And stars may collide
But I love you until the end of time

Come what may, come what may
I will love you
Until my dying day."

(Moulin Rouge, "Come What May")

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Number One Hundred One

"I have a smile
Stretched from ear to ear
To see you walking down the road

We meet at the lights
I stare for a while
The world around us disappears

Just you and me
On this island of hope
A breath between us could be miles

Let me surround you
My sea to your shore
Let me be the calm you seek"

(Sarah McLachlan, "I Love You")

Monday, October 31, 2005

Number One Hundred

"I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you

Every long lost dream
Lead me to where you are
Others who broke my heart
They were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way
Into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you"

(Rascal Flatts)