But I got tired. And now I want to go up and I hate trying to type on miPad. I do appreciate Roz ratting me out for depressing her, and ChrisBrownNotTheFelon trying to cheer her up. I have this crazy plan of one day inviting all the commenters to get together, and watch us all stand around silently because we’re a bunch of introverts who come to crazylife on my blog, but not in real life.
I visited Roz and Jimbo last night. He is truly the sweetest cat, ever. I love him. And when she yells at him, I know she hears my voice in her head saying, “I’ll take you, honey, come to Aunt Rainey” and then she feels bad. We saw another cat on the Facebook who was starving and freezing and looked so adorable and skinny and sad, and Ari named her Gertrude and said “let’s go get her” but Maggie vetoed that idea. Fast.
Anyway. I’ll blog tomorrow. I worked out today and I do believe I sprained my arse. Here’s a fresh slate for you all to play on. Be kind.
Yes, morose introverts. And you can definitely sprain your “arse.” Years ago I played racket ball without warming up, and I couldn’t walk the next day. Good luck with your “fine ass.”
Stretch before you go to sleep and drink lots of water.
Sprained your arse? So one of the bagged cats finally lost the fight then…
Pretty much. I feel lopsided. And Adam just laughed his evil laugh. He said do some gentle stretches tonight. I said, like, slowly opening the wine?
Then he just said ‘see you Friday’.
I was wondering which of the 2 cats got the sprain ….
Cat’s out of the bag.
Quick someone grab the cat before it gets away !
“Morose introverts” made me laugh. I’ll bet it would be one hell of a party! I’ll bring e-rumaki.
Auto correct pisses me off. RUMAKI.
I don’t know what either of those are. Could you just bring wine and guacamole?
We should meet in a public place for the safety of all concerned. And do you really want this crowd drinking? Maybe just you, Lorraine, it’s more fun to tease someone who’s tipsy.
Until they get a column out of it….
(That’s my kids equivalent of ‘it’s fun till somebody loses an eye’)
Um, I’ve read motherlode for a while now, still love the piece about growing together through the divorce with your boys at the weekly Swiss Chalet, best yet. Oh and appreciate your recommendation of the Vanity Fair foreign correspondent pieces (forget his name).
Anyway thought you might like this, being a mom of teenaged boys.
http://ca.sports.yahoo.com/news/son-fulfills-mom-s-dying-wish-201759507.html
Thanks for this. What a kid:) And, what a mom and family.
Its William Langeweische. Someone will ask.
Ah, thanks. Googling for more of his articles atm
I’m kind of awesomed-out that you replied to me, tbqh. This is the closest thing to a ‘celebrity encounter’ I’ve ever gotten.
Well, the previous record being that one time I shook Dr Gunther von Hagens’ hand when I worked at the Science Centre many moons ago. He’s the odd guy behind the popular Body Worlds exhibits.
Anyway. I also love that you’re out about being bipolar
Cheers n’ g’night!
Everyone else will be going on about me spraining my butt, so your reply is kind.
Until Roz (my sister) starts laughing at calling me a celebrity. I, of course, just think it’s cool you got to shake Dr. von Hagen’s hand…..
Bawaahaaaaaa!
Told ya….
Of course you can sprain your arse – you probably have a discombobulated Gluteus Maximus, which, as we all know, was named after the Roman gladiator who finished second in that fight with the guy with thew fishing net and elongated cake fork.
I saw one of those Walmart people emails and there was a women wearing a giant pink thing that looked like she had a couple of lions in her backend….I don’t think you need to worry about a couple of cats, tiny as you are.
Get together would be amusing, promise that I am no introvert, I would bring wine, and some kind of yummy snacks! Maybe something made from the rhubarb out of your garden, depending on the season.
Hope your arse feels better. I’m sure he’ll find another muscle for you to pull so the pain will just move around.
As introverts, we could probably start up the Lorraine book club. Our first book could be “Quiet” by Susan Cain. If you google (google is a 21st century verb) the book, you’ll see why every once and a while, I think I’m humourous. I wouldn’t laugh so hard as to sprain my arse…with driving to Florida this Saturday such an accident would be untimely. So Lorraine, if you sprained your arse while road testing a car for the G & M, wouldn’t you be eligible for WCB? It wouldn’t likely be the strangest accident report they ever received.
She would have to have strained her left arse and right wrist while shifting a manual transmission even to be considered.
And no, it wouldn’t even be close to the most bizarre claim.
I guess we’re all ratting each other out. Although screaming is not my style, I am neither a good conversationalist, nor much to look at. I would hire an infinite number of monkeys and provide them with an infinite number of keyboards (I know, I know. It’s supposed to be typerwriters. But this is the 21st century) so they could come up with a reason for me to bow out. And if I did decide to come, I would probably suffer a stroke as I was reaching for the doorbell. And my wig would fall off.And my sippy cup would fall on the ground and break. And the monkeys love to throw their… um… you know, around and I’d probably stink.
Do us all a favour and just buy yourself two bottles of wine and pretend we’re there. You’ll have a much better time.
Every party needs a pooper that’s why we invited you (and your pooping monkeys), party pooper.
Touche, Miss Roz. The monkeys and I will show up. Just don’t expect much.
Oh… and don’t invite the flying squirrels. Things could escalate quickly.
As long as they’re well-dressed, that’s all we ask.
There’s a dress code ? Do go on now …..
Monkeys and flying squirrels? What about flying monkeys? Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.
Sure: designer shearling jacket. Oh, and a diaper. Can’t forget the diaper…
No Fez ? And what about boots ?
Shearling jacket? If you saw Lorraine on Lemon-Aid on Tuesday, she was wearing a yellow leather jacket. (Either that or I need a new TV) She probably has leather jackets in all the Crayola Original 8 colours. I’ve seen black, red and now yellow….next up? Purple or orange?
Did you ever see the 22 Minutes “commercial” with Rick Mercer where they’re promoting Casino Diapers so you never have to leave your lucky slot machine?
I have an orange one. And a blue one. And a white one. And an assortment of black and brown ones.
Nothing in my favourite colour?….Plaid?
Shearling it is.
At least someone got the reference…
Ikea…..?
Uggs are made of shearling ….
I’ve never seen a monkey wearing Uggs…
Zena, of course you haven’t. The sheep are always stealing the limelight.
If they have leather boots & jackets, they’ll fit right in!
Sandy , it seems the monkeys will be wearing shearling jackets , diapers and uggs boots . No one else voted for them to wear a Fez …. No optimists in the crowd I guess .
I’d think a pilot would be an eternal optimist …..