And Now, Because it is Friday…

And we are home again…

sky is falling

I kind of feel like this.  I feel like a bomb went off this month in our peaceful little nest.

And it wasn’t this little guy…unfortunately.

bombadeer beetle

Because him I could get rid of!

Instead, it looks like a battle of Socrates vs. The Sophists looms in my near future.  And I thought I’d never have to deal with him, or Plato again after Freshman English!

Here’s hoping I haven’t totally forgotten how to get my brain working…

coffee kitteh

Oh, right.

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Lone Star Rally…with Caturday!

This weekend is the Lone Star Bike Rally.  Conveniently, it is a short 30 minute ride from my house to the nasty, dirty  luvley island of Galveston, where this weekend, an average of 500,000 motorcycles and their owners will be gawking at each other (and their bikes).

This year will be the third year I’ve gone.  On my own bike.

But since it’s Caturday, I thought I’d try to combine themes!

Kitties go retro!

And zoom zoom sportbike!  Kitchen Kat and I will begin working on this tomorrow.

Even those tough Harley types love kitteh head ornaments!  (Hehe..head, not hood ;-P )

Confused kitteh says…You don’t SMELL like a kat…

Tomorrow, I’ll try to share some interesting bikes from the rally.  Because people actually ride bikes that look like this!

Faster than a cheetah?  I’d say it’s likely 🙂

Y’all have a great Caturday!  Get out there and RIDE!!!

Happy Halloween!!! with Kittehs, of course

 

Stalking skills are SO important, even if your prey is slow!

Y’all have a great holiday, whether ghosties or ghouls 🙂

Arachnaphobia

So I don’t just cook.  Surprising, right?  I also do biology stuff, some of which involves frolicking running about in the great outdoors.  I think I’m a pretty critter friendly kind of gal.

I’ve rescued baby birds and squirrels, and even rats.  Rescued a few grown squirrels, too (from the cats).  Word to the wise, they bite like, well…rodents.  A can/squirrel grabber or thick gloves can be very handy in these situations.

Kitchen Kat is not the culprit in that story.  He is definitely indoor only kitteh material.  Like, afraid to stick more than his head out the door!  The kitchen is a good place for him 🙂

I really don’t even mind insects.  But spiders…. we’re talking a whole different ballgame here, kids.

I think I was initially warped by that whole Little Miss Muffett thing.  Then I found out what curds and whey are, and was further warped.

When I was a kid, we lived out in the country.  In the woods, by the bayou.  Sound familiar?  And yes, this is the place I’m actually planning on building our palace on the bayou!

One memorable night, a spider crawled out of my hair onto my face while I was trying to get to sleep.  This was the first infringement of my personal space by the aforementioned beasties.  Needless to say, Mom and Dad were not amused by the bloodcurdling screams issuing from my bedroom after lights out.  Especially after they saw the tiny culprit on my bed.  Sensibly, I had abandoned said bed and was clinging halfway up the built-in bookcases on the other side of the room.

There were always the banana spiders.  At least, that’s what we called them.  Big, but at least they mostly stayed in the trees.

Unless you weren’t watching where you were going and walked into a web.  That story ends up with a GIGANTIQUE spider plastered across your face.  😦

Then there was the night of the tarantula.  Now, there are tarantulas that live in the woods out there.  Large wolf spiders are much more common, but the occasional tarantula happens.  When I saw the tarantula in my bedroom, I ran into the other room to get my Dad, as there was no way in Hell I was getting close enough to combat the huge thing.

Guess what?

I never slept in that room again.

I suppose I should be thankful that we of the Western Hemisphere do not have any species of spider that eagerly looks to take on a human.  And wins.

I hear stories from Australia that make my toes curl.

Meet the Sidney Funnel Web spider.  With inch long fangs that will pierce LEATHER.

Those inch long fangs dripping venom make a tarantula look friendly.  Almost cuddly.

Remember that trip of a lifetime to Australia that you always wanted to take BEFORE you learned that almost all of the wildlife, terrestrial, aquatic, and marine, as well as the plants, were just waiting for their window of opportunity to kill your goofy butt for invading their territory?

Don’t know about you, but I’ll be going to New Zealand.  I like sheep.  Sheep are just fine. As a bonus, they only have 4 legs!

Even when they insist on nibbling at my clothing.

Jackets are replaceable.  😛

Password Hell

I don’t know about the rest of you out there in digital land, but I have a complaint.  Actually, I have many, but I’m pretty sure you’re not coming here to hear me bitch, so I try to save those moments for my beloved family.

I realize that passwords are a necessity in these days of internet ninjas lurking in cyber space.

But I have SO many passwords, some on sites that I really don’t feel would in any way compromise my security.  For example, if you’d like to log in to Woman’s Day magazine and read recipes, you need a user name and password.

I don’t really even understand WHY they need to know who I am.  I’m not buying anything.  I’m just browsing their free website.

There are also some things I just can’t see why anyone would even be interested in obtaining the information.  Like the website that will calculate my BMI and tell me how grossly overweight I am, without a name…but I need a user name and password.  WHY????  And why would anyone else EVER want to know my BMI?  I mean, really.

Are hackers targeting the overweight?  Are they going to somehow link my username, which isn’t in any way associated with my email and spam me with diet ads?  Or will they assume that, if I’m overweight, I must shop online, and hope to get a credit card number?  If so, they will be sadly disappointed when they try to buy anything and are declined.

I’m becoming forever grateful for the “Forgot Password?” option, since I’m using it regularly these days.  I realize that a different password for every online account is a great security measure, but if I can’t remember it, is it really secure from anyone but me?

***Now comes the PG…possibly R rated part of this post.  So…if any of you are under 18, cover your eyes, as my intent is for this to be a family-friendly food and kitteh blog.  But sometimes….it’s just not possible to pull all the punches.

I have a solution…finally.  Username isn’t a problem, since I can generally remember my tags 🙂  Passwords will now be phrases I tend to use when annoyed.  Because…I’m annoyed.  Perhaps that’s the reason they’re easier to remember that way.  Don’t know, don’t care.

Maybe the next time I want to make a comment on Aggie’s blog, I’ll actually be able to remember my new obscene password!

Sithy Sunday

Happy Sithy Sunday, and BTHO Florida Fighting Farmers!

Cheerful otter looks like Kitchen Kat

For your cheerful viewing pleasure on a rainy Friday.

 

Because otters make everything better.

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