From Damn Cool Pics
Follow the above link to see over 20 other photos of cats in boxes. I picked this particular one because it looks a lot like the Beej. When he gets comfortable on my lap or lying beside me, he tucks his head under like that cat is doing.
Somewhere out there is a pic of me as a young boy lying on my bed with my head in a box. My family always laughed about it, but it was an effective way of blocking off noise in our small and crowded house. I could hold my book on my chest and escape into the story and not be distracted. It was also comforting in a way.
It's not-so-strange to admit to liking cats. It's a fairly strange thing to confess I've always been fascinated by boxes.
Comfortable Ways of Sleeping in a Box
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As Smart As a Pig, Anyway
You Are Intelligent |
![]() You are a very stubborn and headstrong person. You know you are capable, and you never doubt your decisions. You resent authority and being told what to do. In most cases you know best anyway. You are constantly underestimated and misunderstood in your life. People don't understand how great you are. You don't mind if your greatness goes unrecognized though. You know your own value, and that's good enough for you! |
I found a finger puppet the other day; it's Hulk Hogan and the weird thing is I just finished his autobiography.
Hogan, not the finger puppet. Same thing, really.
Labels: quizzes
This Kiss Miss
Notable North Texas athletes, mayors, and personalities offered their singing talents (or at least singing efforts!) to recreate Faith Hill's hit single "This Kiss."
This must-see video debuted before Faith Hill's concert at Bass Hall in Fort Worth for the opening concert of the North Texas Super Bowl XLV Host Committee's Kick-off Concert Series.
Good Grief. To think I used to really admire some of those people.
Labels: funny, music video
A Thief at Dawn
I awoke early this morning; my blood sugar was too high and it always leads to excessive thirst. Of course, drinking so much water leads to something else, so I had a restless night.
Looking bleary-eyed at the clock (4:01 a.m.!!!)and remembering that the Beej was outside, I stumbled my way to the front door where I found him waiting on me. He was vocal in his having had been left out for most of the night, but I ignored him, went to the bathroom, took a healthy drink of water and tried to go back to sleep.
It wasn't five minutes after lying down that I heard and felt a heavy thump from the front porch. After taking my air conditioner down a few months ago, I just left it there. It's extremely heavy and I nearly threw my back out taking it down. If not moved with caution, the fins on the back can slice multiple cuts on the mover's hands and wrists.
Then came the sound of metal on metal, and I jumped up. Another larger, louder thump came immediately after and as I jerked open the door, I saw a guy slam the door on what looked like a small Ford Bronco, black or dark green, with the tailgate and door open as it sped off down the street. ( the back open and ready for my AC, I deduced. He had dropped the a/c when he heard me rushing to the door)
Even though the only thing I had on my feet was a pair of brand-new white socks, I started to give chase. I couldn't read the license, but as I stopped running and stood there, I saw the vehicle go down the street for a few blocks, then turn into a driveway.
I went back inside, grabbed my keys and drove down the block, slowing down by the house. The guy was standing by the truck, then when I drove on and turned around at the next block, he moved onto the porch. The sun wasn't up yet, but the glow from the east and the dim streetlights gave me a decent look at him. Returning my stare as I drove back by, he stood there defiantly, but when I slowed to stop, he popped into the house. I wished I had brought a pistol, then immediately was glad I didn't. I wasn't all that angry, not then...I just felt violated and scared. The time to have shot him was when he had my a/c in his hands.
He could be anyone, but I'm bettin' he's a crackhead (seriously, what sort of semi-smart thief would steal from a house w/ the lights and TV on? Stealing a refrigerated air conditioner in winter?) and I'll have to be extra vigilant and careful. In a way, I'm hopin' he'll try again and I'll be a little more ready for him. I don't really want to shoot him for trying to steal my air conditioner; I can have sympathy for someone who has let drugs rule his life and, that life, even though it's a pathetic one, is worth more than a two hundred dollar cooling unit.
No, I want to shoot him because he caused me to ruin a brand-new pair of white socks.
Labels: personal
March 9, 2010
Oklahoma Tornadoes
TornadoVideos.net storm chasers captured three tornadoes in west-central Oklahoma on March 8, 2010, including the damaging Hammon tornado! Follow along with these and other chasers Live at www.TornadoVideos.net
This isn't too far away and I've roughnecked/drilled in that area.

