Monthly Archives: September 2009

A truly phallic fungus

stinkhornI took this picture in front of my house. It is commonly called a “stinkhorn” or a “devil’s dipstick.” I’m not kidding.

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Beneath the Serengeti (Cameroon) moon

Recently we had some houseguests from Cameroon who brought Paul a traditional outfit to wear. I thought I should share this photo with the world–the world definitely deserves it. Chester is sitting on the sofa on the right side of this picture. He’s looking askance.
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Pickled Pigs’ Feet

Sarah K. once bought a jar of pickled pig’s feet to see how long it would take her husband to notice them in the cupboard. After several days (correction, Sarah tells me it was more like a month), she put them on the counter, then the middle of the table, and finally brought them to Derek’s attention (I believe he claimed they were not that unusual, considering Sarah’s penchant for cooking unusual things).

In the spirit of that experiment, I’m going to see how many months it takes for Paul to see this mention of him. Should I feel bad that he doesn’t ever read my blog?

Simon and Chester

I have two new cats–Simon and Chester. I got them just a couple of weeks ago. They are about 8 years old and very fat–Simon weighs 13 pounds and Chester weighs 19. Simon is part Siamese, with blue eyes, and is the most loving boy! He likes to jump in my lap, have his ears scratched, and purr. He also likes to put his bottom in my face, which I don’t like as much as I do scratching his ears–I’m trying to teach him not to do that. Chester looks like Morris the cat–he’s a big tabby. He’s a little more standoffish than Simon, but still, he is pretty friendly.

I had forgotten how much I love to have a friendly being at the end of a hard day–not that Paul’s not friendly, but cats don’t know about any of your faults. They don’t care if you were mean to a coworker, if you yelled a cuss word at another car, or even if you forgot to pay one of your bills. They love you anyway.

I love my cats.