Barnmouse Blitherings


WARNING: DO NOT EAT MCDONALD’S CHEESEBURGERS FOR BREAKFAST
April 30, 2007, 3:05 am
Filed under: it was all his fault, whineyness

The Scene: Barnmouse and Rat’s upstairs hallway by the linen closet.

Rat: *looking at the floor in the linen closet* We really need to pull up the carpet in here and put down the hardwood floor like the rest of the upstairs.

Mouse: Uh huh…

Rat: *looking up that the attic door thingy* And we need to look in the attic.

Mouse: Uh…why? To check for bodies?

Rat: *cocking his head like a dog who’s heard something weird* shh shh shh…listen……

Mouse: *getting really creeped out* what???

Rat: pfffffffftttttttt

Rat: *grin*

Mouse: nice. thank you.

End Scene.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was pretty much the extent of my weekend. Yes, I know. You’re welcome.



Y’all Kick Some Butt, I’llTell You Whut!
April 29, 2007, 2:30 am
Filed under: Canine Confections

Y’all really are great. It’s only been a few days and we’ve already reached a milestone in our “Pet Project”! $50 bucks! To commemorate this momentus occasion (look at me with all the big words!), I’ve created the “Skeeter Meter” to show our progress for this cute little (well, not little really) kitty named Skeeter. I’ve placed it over on the sidebar to your left so y’all can keep up with our progress too, as he will be our “Carolina Canine Confections” pet project kitty.

If y’all haven’t noticed, I’ve also tweaked the name a little bit. After I “came out” (haha) with my dog treat business and mentioned the name, 2 other places have opened up with the same name. Ha ha guys. That’s real funny. Let’s see how hard y’all are laughin’ when the Federal Trademark Office calls you up to tell you that “sorry you’re using this name, but it’s been trademarked so you have to rename your company or pay the owners (me) of the real Canine Confections”. The day is fast approaching. Anyway, I just wanted to stand out, and I’m here in North Carolina, so I thought hey, that’ll do.

Also, just to be clear, if you’d ike to order treats or if you’re thinking that you might be interested, I know there are no prices listed. I wasn’t sure how cool Blogger would be with that, so if you’re interested (and let’s face it, you know you are! who wouldn’t be? Look at your doggy’s face…how can you say no to that face?), please just send me an email and I’ll forward you the price list.

Thanks and I hope y’all are having a fantastic weekend!



Canine Confections’ Pet Project
April 26, 2007, 9:32 pm
Filed under: Canine Confections

To read about how you can help Skeeter get adopted click here.

Skeeter is an overweight, 2 1/2 year old cat who was abandoned, locked in a cat carrier next to a dumpster. Fortunately, he was found and rescued and taken to a local adoption center where he’s been in a cage for about 4 months now. Unfortunately, when people are looking to adopt a cat, the tend to gravitate toward the cute kittens, and not the (very) overweight adult cat who has to be on a diet.

This week and then all of May, all proceeds from the treats will go to help adopt Skeeter. And if that goes well, one month where all proceeds go to help dogs and cats get adopted might become an annual thing.



Canine Confections’ Pet Project
April 26, 2007, 9:07 pm
Filed under: Canine Confections

Hi y’all. I thought I’d tell you a little bit about Canine Confections’ “Pet Project”.

For the next month, all proceeds from my treats will go to help adopt a kitty. (hee hee. get it? ‘pet project’??) Anyway, the kitty’s name is Skeeter and he’s a 2 1/2 year old gray and white cat. (but I’m sure you got that from “kitty”) Unfortunately, Skeeter weighs about twice what he should and has to be on a special diet, so no one really gives him a second look when they’re looking to adopt a cute little kitten.

Skeeter’s story is a sad one. He was found locked in a cat carrier abandoned next to a dumpster. I can not imagine doing that to an animal! I guess there are just some horrible people out there. Such a sad start for such a sweet kitty.

Okey Dokey. That’s pretty much the jist of the “Pet Project”. I went by the adoption place today and was going to take a picture of his sweet little smooshy face, but instead I decided to forget my camera phone in my car. Oops.

If this “Pet Project” goes well, I’m thinking of possibly making it an annual thing. (raising money to help get abandoned cats and dogs adopted)

So what do y’all think? I’m definitely open to suggestions.



Letters to the Gym People (possibly with actual letters this time!)
April 24, 2007, 11:31 pm
Filed under: Public Humiliation, general wonderment, whineyness

To the guy walking on the treadmill beside me in socks,

*chanelling Bill Lumburgh* Yeeeaaaaahhh…kaaaayyy….I’m gonna have to go ahead and…yeeeaaahhh….ask you to just…just put your shoes back on. Kaaay? Yeeeaaaah. *takes sip from mug of coffee* Alrighty then.

*chanelling barnmouse* Seriously! Dude! Gross! Put your damn shoes back on. WTF?! You’re not in your house. Sure, there are membership dues, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have to follow a couple of rules. They won’t even let you in the mini-mart without shoes on and you think it’s alright to kick off your shoes on the treadmill to let your feet air out? Umm. No?

Nose-scrunchingly Yours,
barnmouse

And that’s not even the weirdest thing about this guy. When I got there, he had both shoes on and was walking like there was no tomorrow. Then, after I had been there about 10 minutes or so, he stops the treadmill, steps off and turns around and sits on it, breathing like he’s about to have a heart attack or something. At this point, I’m starting to worry. Am I going to have to call an ambulance? Then, to my surprise, he gets back up on the treadmill and starts up that same crazy pace again. Only this time….he’s only got one shoe on.

Huh? I have to tell myself not to stare.

About 3 minutes into his second workout, he slows the pace down a bit and then kicks off his other shoe. Right about now, I’m seriously considering just leaving. I don’t think I can NOT laugh anymore. Luckily, he leaves after about 10 more minutes, but not after using the “floor” of the treadmill as a seat again, breathing like he’s got a 3 pack a day habit.