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?"