“I wrote 63 songs this year. They’re all about Jeter.” Just kidding. The game we love, the players we hate, and more.
From Norman Mailer to Wendy Pepper — everything on film, TV, books, music, and snacks (shut up, raisins), plus the Girls’ Bike Club.
Helping public schools, winning prizes, sending a crazy lady in a tomato costume out in public.
Monologues, travelogues, fiction, and fart humor. And hens. Don’t forget the hens.
The Tomato Nation advice column addresses your questions on etiquette, grammar, romance, and pet misbehavior. Ask The Readers about books or fashion today!
Besides Nicole Richie, I mean.
Sarah: Lift with your legs.
Vet assistant: Heh heh. …Oo-fah, my back.
Sarah: Like I said.
Dr. Dan: I thought you were going to put him on a diet.
Sarah: I did put him on a diet.
Dr. Dan: [not laughing]
Sarah: [not joking]
So, that’s how “Little” Joe’s weight-“loss” regime is going. Thanks for asking.
I’ve (re-)discovered a few things over the course of the recent Days Of Rage. Some of them are great!
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a lonely girl in possession of a library card must be in want of a twin. The child who spends a lot of time in books also spends …
Hey. I don’t know what we do now either. I DO know that we’ll need each other going forward, as we always have, for support, mutual aid, and information on where to get high-quality wide-calf …
Jenny- Word. Our boy is a yowler (his sister is vocal, as well, but in a much more acceptable way). And, like yours, it isn’t yowling at things outdoors, or because he’s lonely (re: sister), etc. He’s just. freaking. loud.
We thought that Loki was just yelling for no reason, but we found that when we really paid attention, there was usually a pattern (like he wanted to be played with, or something). My suggestion is that, if you’re following up the yowling with *any* sort of attention, negative or positive, stop. Don’t even scold him. When we do this with him, he eventually comes into the room where we are and does one of two things. 1) He talks to us directly, and then we follow him. Damn if he doesn’t lead us to a toy, or a closed door, or something. 2) He does what he’s doing now and gives up to lay on the desk and just be with the people.
Granted, this method is still a work in progress, but we’re seeing signs of hope! Good luck!
Wow on the orangeness factor!
My tubby tabby is an orangie. He’s not even a year old yet. I’m not sure of his exact weight because I don’t want to get on the scale myself, but when our kids’ babysitter arrived this weekend after 6 weeks off, she said, “Oh! That cat has gotten… bigger.”
We have given up on his originaly name altogether and just call him Fatboy.
My mom’s got an orange tiger cat that weighs around 20 pounds. His real name is Tigger, but we all just call him The Moose. He’s almost as big as my sheltie/spaniel dog. I wonder if the orange thing really does correlate, that’s interesting.
But fat cats really are super cute. I particularly like the ones with the panther waddle on their bellies.