There comes a time when I just have to swallow my pride and post again on my blog after an embarrassingly long hiatus. I think most of you know how that goes. The occasion? After Spring Break, I now have more homework to put off. But we could chalk it up to St. Patrick's day. Just like Christmas is commercialized by the toy companies, St. Patrick's day is commercialized by the Shamrock and Leprachuan Wall-Hangings companies. If you think about it, St. Patrick's day is probably one of the dumber holidays out there. There are holidays I hate for good reasons, like Valentine's Day (that one represents so many years of futility for me), but this one I hate because it's pointless. Thus the first half of this blog entry's title.
On to a lighter note, and the second half of the title: I heard a local news story about an elderly woman's house burning down. Now before you think I'm horrible, you have to realize that's not the funny part I'm pointing out. The woman and some of her cats escaped unharmed, but 21 cats still perished in the blaze. 21 cats. I can't even imagine seeing 21 cats in one place at the same time. I have found that cats are a very polarizing issue. There aren't many fence-sitters when feelings about cats are on the table. But if you are in my camp, you call 21 cats dying in a house fire a good start. 21 dogs would just be sad.
I guess that's enough for now. If anyone still reads this, I will try to post more often. Yes, I just typed that with a straight face.
Scott, do you remember my cat kickin' boots? I really did use them on my mission. Have you ever seen a cat fly like a helicopter blade? It's quite satisfying.
ReplyDeleteCousin Trent here. Ash and I check your blog pretty regularly. In fact, in her mind, your blogging has set some kind of precedence. She thinks since you post on your blog that I should post on ours...but see you have man colors on your blog. Ours always has hearts and flowers and too many pastels, not a proper place for a man to put down his thoughts. Now if only I can sell that to her.
ReplyDeleteHa ha, I know what you mean Trent. Ashley actually has creative control over our blog template, and it just happens to be man colors today. In a couple weeks I'm sure it will be polka dots or something. Ah, the things we put up with. . .
ReplyDeleteHey Scott, do you remember that book Mom used to read us about all the cats? There are so many that they end up eating each other and then there's just one baby cat (or kitten, duh) left for the old man or woman? I can't quite remember which. But that's a good book.
ReplyDeleteA friend of mine once counted the number of feline fatalities accrued throughout the duration of Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Something like 19. Likewise-- good start.
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