Last night, Chris and I went to go run some errands. Our first stop was PetSmart to get more litter for Moogle, and some food for Donnie. We walked around the store for about 20 minutes and then proceeded to the check out counter. While Chris was unloading the items onto the conveyor belt, I gasped in horror.
What could have made me go two shades whiter than I already am?
I give you Exhibit A:
And Exhibit B:
Some of you might not recognize the hairstyle abomination that is on top of that womans head, but it is the same crap that the bitch, AKA Kate Gosselin, sports on her noggin.
I remember reading a few weeks back an article on a gossip site where Kate was quoted saying that everybody wants her hair but not everyone can pull it off.
NOBODY SHOULD TRY AND PULL IT OFF!!
It’s a reverse mullet in the year 2009. Didn’t we leave the shitty hairstyles back in like 1989? Apparently not.
While I damaged my sight permanently by gazing upon this creature, I remembered that I owned an iPhone. I also remembered that it takes pretty decent images. I then also remebered how a certain writer for our local newspaper, the Fresno Bee, hates Kate in every way possible. That man is none other than Mike Oz (@mikeoz on Twitter).
His love hate of Kate makes me giggle. So I dedicate this blog to him.
After making it disgustingly obvious to our cashier and those behind me that I was taking pictures of this woman, we went to Smart and Final to pick up a few things. Sadly, Doppleganger Gosselin was spotted there as well.
Chris told me to take some more pictures of her since they would’ve been at a closer range, but I told him no because my iPhone would probably break. He laughed, but I knew deep down that I was correct. That hairdo atrocity is not worth me having a broken iPhone.
So… I hope you enjoyed our horror story, and remember – friends don’t let friends get the “Kate” hairstyle.
For awhile now, Chris and I have been talking about getting a cat. We both grew up having cats and dogs as pets, so having a kitten around would be great.
About a week and a half ago, we met up with some friends at Sonic when they were having their Free Root Beer Float night. One of the guys who met up with us, @DanielDanger on Twitter, was talking about his two kittens. We had seen pictures and video of them before and thought they were just too cute. Turns out, the person he got them from still had a kitten left. When we found out that the kitten would be free, we immediately said we wanted her but it would take some time due to us moving stuff around in the apartment to accomodate a kitten and other stuff.
On Saturday (two days ago), we went and picked up our little girl and named her Moogle. She is a tabby and tabbies typically have an “M” in their fur on their foreheads so Chris and I started to brainstorm for names that started with “M.” I Googled for popular cat names and came across a site that had a huge list for each letter of the alphabet. While scrolling through the “M” category, I saw Moogle. I am a HUGE Final Fantasy fan and have always loved the Moogles and Mog. I ran it by Chris and he thought it was cute so the name stuck. We seriously picked out a name for the cat before even getting her!
When we picked her up, the people were so nice that they gave us her litter box (that was cleaned out btw), the rest of the litter, the scooper, and her blanket. Chris and I were blown away by the generosity because we were planning on going to PetSmart right afterwards and purchasing that stuff. We did end up going to PetSmart anyways because we had to get her food, some toys, and food/water bowls. We had a lot of fun with her there and she did so well in the car. We got home scratch free!
Upon introducing her to Donnie, Moogle was a little iffy. She would puff up and hiss at Donnie, while Donnie was so excited and wanted to play with her. Later on that evening, with Donnie on my lap, Moogle came up onto the couch, walked up to Donnie, and just smacked him right in the face. Chris and I laughed about it, but Donnie was obviously stunned, and we did our best to tell Moogle (who doesn’t understand a word we say) that what she did was wrong.
That night we slept with Moogle in our bed. I was only woken up once when she got on my night stand, and she purrs so loud! We couldn’t believe it! We were also so thrilled that she knew where her litter box was, because I didn’t want to wake up and see kitty poo all on the carpet. On Sunday, Moogle was getting used to being inside and getting used to being around Donnie. Donnie, however, wanted nothing to do with her. His excitement about having a little buddy quickly changed to him being afraid of her. Whenever she would get on the couch, Donnie would move away and not even look in her direction. He was basically being a stuck up diva.
Today is different. The two of them are getting used to each other, and they even played around a little bit. I know the change will be difficult for Donnie because he has been the baby for so long and he will probably get jealous. It will just take some time. Hopefully he doesn’t become a little brat.
Everyone grows up; this is how the world works. Just because we grow decrepit and old, however, does not mean we have to forsake the things that make us happy, childish though they may seem. This is the core concept of Marooners’ Rock; we geek out on the things of our past, present, and future. Society and cultural norms be damned!
