Wordless Wednesday

Holy crap, I'm gonna have to bring my A game

Real quick like, click over to this guy's blog. The lovely folks at WOM World sent him a Nokia 6650 gps, camera, music player cell phone to use and then blog about using their microsite.

Oh yeah and they sent me one, too.

No shit.

So for the next couple of weeks, I'll be uploading photos, video and text to Nokia's site using this sweet phone. (I'll provide the link when it's all functional. They will be featuring my content the week of Dec. 8.)

Did you click over to that guy's blog? Because if you did, you saw this photo that he took with the Nokia 6650:

Here's a picture I took with the cameraphone:
Yeah, I'm going to have to be a whole lot more creative, eh?

Does she fit? Kelley's sweater pocket

Because we weren't satisfied with the FAIL of Benji's pocket, we tried Kelley's sweater pocket. Does she fit?



Oh yeah, Nastia DOES fit in Kelley's sweater pocket. Woot!

Does she fit? Pocket edition

Because I'm all about new content on this here bloggy thing, I've come up with a new feature. It's called "Does she fit?"

And by "she" I certainly don't mean me (because the answer to that question is "no, she doesn't fit"), but Nastia our dear, new, sweet, cuddly kitten.

After Friday's Markel Farkel Friday addendum, where I tried to shove her tiny kitty self into Markel's giant beer stein, I've become obsessed with trying to shove her into things. (When I shared this idea with La-La-Laurena, her reply was "And to think Nastia could've gone to a normal family." — where's the fun in that?)


See? She's all sweet and liddow (that 's baby cat talk for "little"). And she fits into Margaret's dollhouse.

But does she fit into Benji's pants pocket? Let's see:



According to Nastia, she does not fit. I repeat, Nastia DOES NOT FIT into Benji's pants pocket.

Markel Farkel Friday Thanksgiving Edition

Markel Farkel Addendum:

Because so many of you have asked (and by "so many of you" I mean "me"):

Nastia does NOT — I repeat — our new kitten does NOT fit into Markel Farkel's giant beer stein.

You can all relax now and go about your Black Friday.

Oh and a big happy birthday to my brother ... he's old again today.

The day before Thanksgiving

I'm at work, trying not to work because what I really want to be doing to finishing Chelsea Handler's book "Are you there, Vodka? It's me, Chelsea."

When I first started watching Chelsea Lately, I thought the announcer said her name was Chelsea Hamburger. This, to me (and only me, I'm sure), is hilarious for a number of completely wrong reasons that do not need to be written even here on the Internets.

So this year I'm forsaking all the truly wonderful and good things in my life. Instead I'm giving thanks for Chelsea Handler-Hamburger.

What?

You got something better to give thanks for?

Say Hello to my little Nastia

Because kittens make everything seem better, we brought home our little Nastia yesterday.

Well, I guess that's not entirely true in that Nastia did not make the fact that our trip to the distillery for one Bloody Mary yesterday turned into four after which we had to call Sean to come get us and then after I got home I cried over something and then spent the rest of the night puking and pooping.

But at least she was good company.

Kittens are neat.

Markel Farkel Friday