Somebody got me a good one. I thought it was an actual photo. Even though the whole time I was wondering, how the heck do they get on the swings?    http://wvs.topleftpixel.com/12/04/01/. Good one!

Colors

I was never a fan of Mike and Ike candy. My brother would have it around when I lived at his house and you know - if it is just sitting there you are going to take one or two. Well, they grew on me. I think it is the sticking to my teeth part that I do not like. Same thing with gummy bears. I never liked them until one group of friends would give a bag to each other every birthday and open them at the party and I would eat one or two.

I was so disappointed with my candy the other day. The candy in the photograph. Stale. No good. I am going to throw the entire box away. It was only 99¢, so it is no great loss. I guess I will stick to sweet candy. At least I can still eat chocolate even if it does go stale.

For a Windows-based machine, to get the cent sign, hold your Alt key down and using your keypad, press 0162. Let go of all keys and there you have it. For Mac (as I understand it) you can use the Option or shift keys - there is a keyboard viewer and character map also. I understand it is much easier and user friendly on a mac.

To play, you can open up Notepad and try a bunch of numbers while holding down the Alt key. Or just "google" ASCII and ANSI Character chart. They work on facebook, too. Have fun. §

No fooling

Oh, you know. I was going to post a photo of the biggest dog I could find on the Internets and tell all of you I fell for it again. Adopted another dog, after I just got rid of the boxer, blah, blah, blah. But then I thought that perhaps I did that joke before in the seven or eight years I have been posting. Yawn.

Some of you may have fallen for it.

Then I realized that I have a chance to introduce to you, a video I watched (was forced to watch by my sister) yesterday. The only thing about my sister making me watch a video is she does not know when to stop. You will watch one, and then she says "You have to see this one" and so on and so forth. Tedious.

But this video was very heartening. If you have not already seen it and you love dogs, you also will be touched by this video. It is quite popular.

Here is a link (current today) to the video:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nnYRhanK3XA

If the link does not work, go to youtube.com and search for "fiona rescue blind dog". The real video is about 3:41 in time. 

I researched the name "Fi0na". I am not certain if they knew the meaning of the name when they chose it for her. The name is considered to be a Latinised form of the Gaelic word fionn, meaning "white", "fair".

Pure Pain

I will end this series with a bang. Good grief, Charlie Brown! I have blocked out the image, but here is the link.  http://www.saucestore.com/1344.html?gclid=CK-MnLCVka8CFQ7sKgod_k252w

If the link does not work, just "google" the name on the label and add the word hot sauce and choose Google images. I did not look to see if there were more offensive ones out there.

It bothered me a little bit, the fact that this image was out in the open for anybody browsing the aisle to see. Most likely, any child under the age of 14 would not be looking at different labels of hot sauce, but you never know. Then again, maybe I have been working too long blocking images such as this and I am more sensitive than most people would be.

oops

The "oops" is an acronym for the name of this product. I grew up in  a family of Pittsburgh fans, so I will probably never purchase this product. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I will end this hot sauce series. I actually had one more to show, but it isn't anything. I will wrap it up tomorrow because I cannot, for the life of me, post anything close to resembling p0rn0gr@phy on a Sunday. My Mom did not attend church but she had morals. My dad? Heh. No comment.

Insane

Wrapping it up. Only a couple more sauces to go. I will end this madness in March. Ha! I did not mean that as a pun. The madness connection. It is probably a subliminal thing, anyway. I still have the one that shocked my socks off. The X-rated one. I will NOT show the photo here, but I will provide a link.

Rainbows

Blogger is NOT co-operating today!

What I would like the ceiling of the party place to look like when I throw my niece a wedding shower.

What it will probably end up looking like.  :)

payne

Professor Payne, no less.
in de ass.

Sort of ready

I gave him away a couple of weeks ago. Things have been a bit easier for me to manage. I always tell the person to bring him back to me if things do not work out. His new family has three small children, a stay at home mom, a fenced in yard.

Hula

A hula dancing hippo. In flames. The last few of the posts on hot sauce that  I have are photos off the Internet. My pics were too blurry. I am actually learning quite a bit about hot sauce during this session. I think folks get addicted to the effect of the sauce because it releases the endorphins.

In 2011 the world record for the hottest chili pepper is the Trinidad Moruga Scorpion. Just to give  you an idea of the Scoville Heat scale, I have eaten Texas Pete hot sauce (and liked it) which rates a 747. Common pepper spray (used for protection and spraying into the face of an attacker) is 2 million. Supposedly this Trinidad Moruga Scorpion registers over two million. By the way - Frank's Red Hot original is a measly 450.

http://www.chilliworld.com/FactFile/Scoville_Scale.asp

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scoville_scale

An interesting read:

http://www.chilliworld.com/reviews/customer-reviews-all.asp

I also add Wendy's hot sauce to their chili. Two packs. Not extreme, it is just enough to burn my lips at times.

Rocket Fuel

This one just made me laugh. 

After my hot sauce chapter is over, I have a few changes that I think I am finally ready to talk about. I have about two more sauces to post and then I will place my words on (screen, disk, blog) - whatever media we want to call this thing. They are not "bad" changes. It is just part of life and something we all have to go through.

Extra Hot

Just a few more of these to tolerate.

Here is something you may find interesting if you like hot stuff. The Scoville scale.

Never!

I don't know about you guys, but if I did what this bottle said - it would be my death warrant. I would never dream of slapping my mom. She was the mom who could fry you with one look.

This is one reason I never liked The Simpsons TV show. Once I saw how disrespectful they were of their parents, it just turned me off. Is that show still on? Oh yes. 25 seasons. Well, somebody likes it.

Display

I found this photo on another blog. I can't remember where it was located. Looks like places really like to show off their hot sauces. I wonder if there are any err....questionable pictures on their bottles? Can't tell from here.

Yowza

I don't think I would even try this one.

Relief, it says

For the relief of bland foods.  The word "Aspirin"  is derived from acetyl and spirsäure. I always think of a part of one of my favorite movies "The Birdcage" where the house boy gives the diva "pirin" tablets. He scratches off the "as" to make the diva think the pills are something more potent. Of course I am also reminded of (when as children) we would draw out the word....assburn.

Green Hat

Yep. He still has the long beard and hair. Happy St. Patrick's day (yesterday).

Then and now

Perhaps as a young teen? Here is my oldest brother hamming for the camera in some younger by-gone days.

And here is a more recent photo. I guess I will find out today if he still has the beard and long hair. Sometimes he just shaves it all off and starts over.

He turns 70 today. He was born on St. Patrick's day and his name is Patrick. But that is not why. He is named after his great grandfather on our Mother's side. My Mom was raised by her grandparents.

I'll get back to the sauces maybe tomorrow. Or, I may have some shots from our big party today. Hoo Rah!

All natural

The one on the far right is the one I saw at the Unusual Junction. Colon Cleaner. It took me awhile to find a photo on the Internets with a bottle that shows "All Natural". Most of the pictures did not have that. I also chose this one for the one on the far left. That one I did not see at the store. I am sorry that I am having so much fun with these. Only a handful more to go. I promise. Maybe. :)

Hotsy

Being the person that I am, I cannot bring myself to post nekid pictures of folks. I manage the filter for school districts for cryin' out loud. I have a reputation to uphold! Anyhoo - this was not the worst one. I blacked out all the areas that may be deemed inappropriate for general audiences.

I will post a few more hot sauce pictures (decent) but they are from the online sites because my photos were too blurry. As for the absolute worst sauce bottle - you are only going to get a link.

This coffee...

...might make your hair stand on end.

I need a little bit of this about now. I have been getting on average 6 hours of sleep a night since the time change. I hate that. I need more sleep than that. I have my annual presentation at work today. I talk two hours about the appliance I manage. (The filter). I know my subject, but I need to wake up and to be alert. There are still questions I do not know the answers to.

This coffee was located at the same store where I found all the hot sauces. I do have more sauce photos, but my actual images are very blurry so I have taken the liberty to look them up online and downloaded a much cleaner image.

I chuckle at the comments about me hanging around the hot sauce area too long. I must get caught up in what I am doing. I have no idea if people are watching me (hence the creepy lady). My daughter gave up long ago being embarrassed by my antics. Grin.

Hot Five

Maybe it was the colorful display that the bottles created that caught my eye.

The Hottest

They all claim to be "the hottest". The pictures get much worse after this one. Worse as in shaky and blurry. I may post photos from the web site of the manufacturer because they were rather quirky and creative and my shaky hand did not do them justic.

Sigh

Spotted

I had not seen the lady on the other side watching me take pictures. Creepy! The reason I grabbed a shot of this hot sauce was the little package it has tied onto the neck of the bottle. It is a tiny key chain dog. Maybe the bottle is supposed to be a fire hydrant? Beats me.

The bottle to the right is hot and sweet.

Okay, really. That lady is creeping me out.

Liquid Fire

This label boasts Scrumptious Combustion! What do you put hot sauce on? I like it on my eggs though I do not eat it all the time. Mostly I like ketchup on my eggs.

I would add hot sauce to my pork. When I get chili at Wendy's I always get two packages of their hot sauce and add to it.

Hot sauce is something I never gave much thought to until I began making and taking the buffalo chicken dip that is rather popular around here right now. Frank's hot sauce has their version of the recipe on most of their labels. Shredded chicken, hot sauce, ranch or bleu cheese dressing, cream cheese. My recipe calls for shredded cheddar. I do not care for bleu cheese so I always use ranch.

I can't drink coffee this morning because I get a blood sample taken in two hours. I do drink lots of water. That makes it so much easier for them to take blood. I have unco-operative veins. Water consumption helps plump them up. LOTS of water. This is the six month visit where they analyze my blood for cholesterol, triglycerides, HDL, LDL and sometimes sugar. Fun stuff.

Far-fetched

I can still see her standing in front of the class. My sixth grade English teacher. She was tall and skinny and a brunette. This was her first year teaching. My school district always got the first time teachers because we were a small rural area and did not pay much. There was no industry in my area.

She was the first teacher who did not adore me. This was also the first year that we had more than one teacher. One for math, one for science, one for English... I was perplexed. I could not understand why she did not like me. 

Anyway, I can still see her standing up in front of the class spitting out the word far-fetched. And she did spit it out, between gritted teeth. I think I remember it because it sounded so close to her saying the "f" word. I think we all just sat and stared at her with big round eyes.

That is the word I use to describe today's post. I watched "Tower Heist" the other day and boy was it far-fetched. I liked the movie - overall. The inconsistencies were enormous. If you have seen the movie, you probably know what I am speaking of. If not, I am not going to spoil the movie.

If you have seen it or are never going to watch it, you can go here to see the atrocious far-fetched points of the movie.  http://www.cinemablend.com/new/Weight-Gold-Other-Tower-Heist-Logic-Fails-27750.html

So, I read this and I think "Hey, I didn't mind when Herbie drove around the ledge of a high rise building back in the sixties." (Photo above) That was far-fetched. I just expect more from today's movie makers. For them to use some common sense and get real - put in some effort to how they could have accomplished these things for real. Instead they leave it a mystery.

I should return back to our regularly scheduled program of the hot sauce topic tomorrow. I have a few more pictures to show. I will not show the unsavory one, but I might give you a link to the product so you can see for yourself.  :)

In the Universe!

This one professes to be the hottest sauce in the universe! And it causes a state of ultimate insanity. Sorry for the blurry pic of the product on the left. I am not certain, but I do think they have some of the sauces at the restaurant attached to this store where you can take a taste test. I'll have to be brave the next time I go.

Only ONE

Cheyenne mentioned on my previous post about using a lot less hot sauce since the Mongoose sauce was so costly for so little.  I guess some hot sauce is SO hot, you have to apply it one drop at a time. I would take this label seriously, I guess. I also like the one on the left with flames shooting out of the guys mouth.

And for some odd reason when I have been leaving comments on others blogs, it posts twice. Not certain why this is happening and it does not happen every time. Well, maybe it does. Maybe I need to go back and re-read where I comment. Hah. I will try to determine what is causing this and stop it. How annoying!

Small Packages

What is that old saying? Big things come in small packages. This box in the middle says 2 fluid ounces and was priced $11.95. This is the only one whose price I recall. Certainly, it must pack a wallop.

Classy Lady

Not certain what color this hot sauce is supposed to be. It also looks as if it settled a bit.

Save a Dog

I really liked this one. I did not look to see if any of the proceeds goes to an animal shelter or assist in dog care. Ha! It sure does! I will be purchasing this sauce the next time I go to the Junction.

Buhba

Here we have Buhba's Butt Blaster. It appears that most of the sauces tend to advertise the sauce's after effects more than the taste of the product. This goofy fellow is sitting in an outhouse with smoke coming out of his ears, his eyes bulging out of his head and his tongue hanging out onto the floor. Not an attractive image.

Unusual

There is a small greasy spoon located in the back of a bulk general store that I visit once in a while. I always commented to family and friends on the selection of hot sauces that they carry. This is only one side of the display rack. The other side was almost as full. The day I was there I asked if I could take pictures and I was granted the privilege.

My intent was to show the wide range of selection and a couple of bottles with the "f" word on the label to share a laugh with family. I did not know there were far more "colorful" labels to be seen until I shot a couple of close ups.

I may show some of the individual bottles. Some are funny. Most have the "f" word and there are two that I probably will NOT show. They border on pornographic (and I use the word "border" ambivalently). This is a public place. It has been around for years. The area is NOT blocked off so any innocent child can stumble across the colorful label just as I did. The more risque labels were NOT placed high on the shelf. I think they are about mid-way and can be viewed by almost any age group.

You can find the place  yourself. Here is their link:

http://www.theunusualjunction.com/ 

Located next to this dress shop:

http://www.universebridalandprom.com/ 

Another comical aspect to this story is the fact that they push the deli products that they sell as "Amish" cheese and meats. I just wonder if any innocent unsuspecting Amish person browsed the hot sauces and were like "WTF?" You know  -  just wondering.

For the record I have never seen any Amish in the place.

Apropos

I usually call my episode the Migraine Monkey, so how appropriate that I find this picture on the Internets. I have had one since Saturday morning. I told myself "Get moving, Peruby. You have company coming in at 4. You have birthday balloons and the big cookie to pick up. You have a big family get together at seven."

Nothing. My personal favorite expression is:  "I felt like a limp dish cloth."  My Mom always liked the thin dish cloths when we washed dishes. You could fit them into glasses, etc. I washed many dishes in my day and when finished I wrung out the dish cloth and set it on the sink to dry. It looked rather pathetic all wet and skimpy.

That is pretty much how I feel when I have a migraine. No strength whatsoever. Totally washed out.

The medicine worked enough to get me through the events of the week-end. By yesterday afternoon I was down. Sitting and could not do much. My company left (they are family and my sister is so wonderful, she tries to wait on me hand and foot).

I went to bed late. I notice when I have a migraine I put things off as long as I can. You would thing falling into bed is easy, but I have a lot of prep work. So I went to bed later than I should have. Not good. Dogs have to be taken out. My daughter was wonderful and massaged my head for me, the pain abated; but as soon as I stepped outside in the frosty air - bang. That headache hit me like a semi. Son of a bitch! I should have taken more medicine but I was stubborn. I went to bed. Each time I woke up, yep -still there. This morning I knew. I needed more Imitrex.

I took an imitrex, two advil and posted at work that I would be in late today. I rested my eyes. It is bearable now, but I can never think straight or move very quickly. I must take things slow. It affects my balance, my thinking. Friends would laugh at me when I talked during a migraine. They called it my verbal dyslexia. Words come out all wrong.

One thing I notice when I am "getting" a migraine is what I call "running away from it."  I move very quickly. I rush and do things so fast. It is so I do not focus on what is coming. You can feel a migraine coming sometimes a mile away and when  I get the feeling I am scrambling around. It is a symptom of migraine, yet but I always consider it my "running away" from it. Trying to avoid the inevitable.

The medicine is working. My limbs are weak. I will take a very hot shower. That helps the medicine. Move slow. Breathe. Take it easy. Work will wait. Sip coffee. So relieved the nausea is gone.

Countdown

Yesterday she posted on her facebook - 14 days ♥. Wah! Somebody's keeping a countdown and it is not me. I want the time to stop, slow down. Sigh. All little birdies must leave the nest. My daughter is taking steps to an adventure. I encourge her to go. I had wanderlust when I was twenty. I want her to experience the world, to do things - go places. See how other people live. Learn, see, watch, grow. My stomach hurts.

Settled Down

I was never a BIG fan of Hank,Jr. Even less so after I saw him make an ass of himself when he berated his crew in concert. One song phrase does pass through my mind quite often. "All my rowdy friends have settled down."  How lonely one must be out there in the bar trying to get loud and drunk with the younger set. Leave it to the younger set. I have settled down. I despise the bar scene. The lights, the noise. Back then (the smoke). I do not miss it one iota.

The photo above is from a set my nephews did. One nephew sings, the other controls the audio mix. They get a gig every once in a while. The singing nephew is mixing it up with two different bands these days. They don't practice much. They just get out there and howl. I have not heard them. Photo courtesy of nephew 1977.

I can still remember the day I first heard my nephew sing. (not with a band, just himself). I almost fell off of my chair. I just wish he would sing words one could understand instead of the screaming and howling. But that is what they want these days I guess.

Watched "Immortals" with the daughter. Her choice of movie, not mine. I fell asleep during the movie. I am thinking I need more sleep. Seems like I am falling asleep during a lot of movies. You cannot tell much in the movie but Cavill is one handsome dude. From what I read, somebody wanted him to act the Edward role in the Twilight series. (I am NOT a Twilight fan). The thought of watching the series makes me cringe. I am not certain if it is the vampire thing or the fact I think it is insipid.

I scoffed at the Immortals movie when I pointed out to my daughter that I did not feel they should have such nice, feathered (or razored) haircuts - the men. The movie is fantasy/fiction I know but some of the other men had horrible, ugly hair. I do not think anybody or anything can make Rourke uglier than he is. He is the epitome of ugly - but he does it very well.

Close call

Well, the picture probably tells it all, eh? Along with the title of the post tells you I was close but I did not get a spray. Neither did my dogs - thank God! Throughout the month of February I have experienced the very strong odor of skunk spray when I take the dogs out. Ugh, is always my reaction. My reaction to the smell, for sure; but mostly my fear of my dogs getting it.

While out this morning, the boxer became tangled around a bush. It was dark out. I sighed and said "Oh, Slade!" I unbuckled the leash and he pranced up to me a couple of times but when he realized I was not going to re-buckle him he danced off into the little empty lot where I take he and Sable to do their business.

I stand in the alley near some bushes (I do not want neighbors to think for one second that I may be a lurker). I tend to stare at the stars or watch my dogs wander through the little lot. I can only imagine somebody looking out their window at 4 or 5 a.m. and see me standing in the alley with no dog. 

Anyway, while standing there I heard a rustle off to my left. My first thought was that the neighbor had let their dog out (fenced in yard). She always runs up to me to the corner of her yard hoping for a treat that I sometimes carry for her. No dog.

I saw a movement and I immediately backed up two steps. I saw the flash of white on black. Skunk! My movement startled him/her and he retreated back into the high weeds in  a flash. I was in the alley and the fenced in  yard was between me and the critter, but now my dogs would have to walk past that same spot to get to me.

I called them (not loud because it IS pre-dawn). Whistle, call, call. The boxer came galloping to me. Just before he got to me he pivoted when he caught a scent of something. "NO!" I hissed. He stopped in his tracks and came right to me and I quickly buckled his leash.

Sable is another matter. I love that dog. I give her medicine daily for her arthritic joints. I called and called her in my best whisper panic voice. She knew it was urgent and she waddled to me as fast as she could. She did not hesitate. We beat a hasty retreat back to the house to safety.

Whew. My range to walk my dogs is gettting smaller and smaller. Pretty soon I won't even be able to go off my back porch. Skunks. Ew!

Licking his chops

Chong wants to know - what's for dinner?

Love. Sigh.

Cool, tall, dark, rich, full-bodied, sweet...I think I am in love with this wine.  :)

Going here today

IX Center.

Can you repeat that, please?

True Story.

At my job, most of you know I work with keeping p0rn0gr@phy out of the schools.

One day I was working at a school far, far away with their Network guy, a co-worker of mine and a technician on the telephone who represented the filter company.

We had to make changes and then test the filter over and over again.

Each time we would make a change, we tested to ensure the filter was still blocking properly.

Since we know that p0rn is an absolute no-no, the filter company devised two test pages that come back blocked with the reason being p0rn0gr@phy so that schools can test without actually attempting to go to an unsavory sight - and get a nasty surprise.

Well, we used the first test page and all worked okay - the filter was working.

We made another change and tested the filter using the 2nd test page. Still good.

We made another change and instead of going in and clearing out the browser's cache which can be time consuming, the tech on the phone suggested I type in p!ayb0y.com.  I did and it came up blocked. The filter was still working.

We made another change, and to test the filter I chose p!aygir!.com.  You know, being a girl and all. It came up blocked - filter was still working.

We made another change, and the network guy at the school suggested we test with $ex.com. Still blocked.

We made another change and my co-worker said to test with hust!er.com.  Still blocked. All was good.

We made another change and there was a pause. The tech on the telephone said "I'm all out of suggestions."

Nobody else said anything and I recalled a site a friend had asked me to look into. She had caught her step son on a p0rn page and wanted me to look and see how much he could see before the site made him use a credit card. The answer was plenty.

Anyway, I blurted out the site's name - pinkp0rn!

There was an awkward silence. The tech on the telephone said "What?"

I got uncomfortable. Did I look and sound like some kind of pervert?  Had I said too much?

Before I could say anything in my defense, the tech on the telephone asked "Pig p0rn?"

Yeah. We didn't get much done after that.

Rescue Team

I mentioned a few weeks back that I was stuck in traffic on the Interstate for over an hour. That was the morning that I had not eaten anything and drank way too much coffee and wondered what the heck I was going to do if I had to wait very much longer. When I heard the firetruck coming up, I had my phone camera ready to snap a shot.

The ambulance a few minutes before this one was being driven by my S-I-L. Of course she did not know I was in traffic until I texted my brother.

Reel Time:

A movie I watched a couple of months ago: "A Lonely Place to Die".  I had not heard of any of the actors. It has some startling scenes in it that just make you jump right out of your chair. It does have some blood - mostly suspense.

A group of mountain climbers stumble upon a girl that is buried underground. A pipe had been inserted for her to breath and they heard her cries for help. She was foreign and they could not communicate with her. They felt that they needed to get her back to safety - a town that was quite a ways off. They quickly realized that whoever buried the girl there was keeping her for a ransom or something and they wanted the girl back and they were prepared to kill each and every one of the climbers to do it.

A lot of outdoor scenery and shots. A lot of action in the outdoors. A ton of surprise and suspense.

Okay in my book. Not fantastic but I'd watch it again. As long as I could remember where the startling places were so that I did not jump out of my skin all over again.

I talk to socks and I pet pillows

Okay. This photo was lifted off the Internets. I "googled" socks and pillows and found this. Not at all related to my post but the picture made me go "What the heck?"  The story behind this picture is about a lady who liked to bury her feet in her pillows to keep them warm. So, she just found a way to put socks into a pillow. Ooooo-kay!

Now, on to my post. I DO talk to socks. I DO pet pillows. Not out of sheer insanity. When you have as many pets as I do and you are a migraine sufferer - you may find yourself doing this too. I do not turn many lights on in the wee hours of the morning because of photo sensitivity. It hurts. It causes headaches. Most of the time I find my way through the house in the dark.

As I pass by a cat sleeping on the arm of a chair, I will reach out and give it a soft pet as I go by. Well, sometimes in the wee hours of the morning (or even in the evening) I will reach out to give a soft pet to....yep. A pillow. Rats!

The other day I left my bedroom door open and as I walked in to do something, I saw (what I thought was) a cat's tail peeking out behind my door, and snapped "Get OUT of my room!"  The black sock did not budge. It just looked up at me and seemed to say "Make me."

Yep. There you have it. A snapshot for you of life in my zoo.

Oops

I was supposed to pick my daughter up at the airport last night. She called and said that the person who booked the flight did not realize it was for Tuesday the 14th. She was already at the airport, had gone through security, her ride had left.

Yep. It has been THAT kind of a week.

Repercussion

We've all done it I suppose. Come to a point where you are so fed up you let someone have it with both barrels. I did this at work. Not to a co-worker. An application I work with and the company that manufactures it. Sigh. I was totally fed up.

Now, come the repercussions. They are falling over themselves trying to fix something - anything. I have to work with an engineer today from their organization. He will try to "fix" things for me. Whatever. I was so angry on Friday I was spitting nails.

Today the anger has dissipated. Today I am just numb. I will try to get my dander back up so that my mind is sharp and I can work with him to resolve the issue. It takes so much darn energy!

A Moose

Once in a while when I sit in my TV chair to watch a show or a movie, a cat will sit up by my head on the back of the chair. Usually there is one on the right arm of the chair and another on the left arm. 

When Moose sits up on the back of my chair, she smacks me in the head with her tail. Constantly. Besides being a heavy tail and the "whack" feeling, she creates a pretty cold breeze with her fluffy tail.

Not really sure if she is mad, perturbed or just trying to get my goat. One thing is for certain. She makes her presence known.

Do you have any pets that "talk" to you?

Where bananas come from

Big bananas have little bananas, see?