Bloody Brilliant!

now where are my sneakers...

What have I done? 

In a fit of mania (or misplaced competitiveness), I've allowed my husband to talk me into participating in an 18 mile walk for charity.  Big deal, you may think.  It's not like running a marathon, or doing a triathlon as some of my more athletically inclined (and crazy) friends have done.  But keep in mind that my idea of strenuous exercise is skipping to the kitchen to refill my glass of wine. 

The charity is The Big Issue Foundation, an organisation dedicated to helping the homeless and raising awareness of the problem. They also publish a magazine that homeless people can sell and earn a profit (kinda like Street Life in the US). 

Anyway, this 18 mile walk happens overnight on November 20, and to be honest it sounds like a lot of fun - they have entertainment set up along the way for lazy people like me to keep us motivated, and it'll be a cool way to see the city. It is a good cause, and if you are feeling charitable, then by all means let me separate you from your money by clicking here.  Many thanks!

oldie but goodie

My sister sent me this today - it's been around a long time but I still find it funny. 

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

 

Excerpts from a Cat's Diary

Day 983 of my captivity...

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.  They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.  In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.  I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of.  However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.  Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight.  I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.  However, I could hear the noises and smell the food.  I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.'  I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking.  I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.  The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return.  He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant.  I observe him communicating with the guards regularly.  I am certain that he reports my every move.  My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.  For now................