Im a Camel

Thats right....Im a camel. And I will say it loud and proud - I AM A CAMEL!!!

Now you may think I say this as a result of some talent go without any kind of beverage for a long period of time. You are incorrect. Im always drinking something (not just alcohol!) and am running to the bathroom when it decides to exit.

Nope, I am a camel for the following reasons:

1. At one time, I too had a hump on my back. Sure, dear Dr. Chan drained said hump (after noting that it was 'cool') but a hump was there. I neglected to get pictures of it though - mainly because it was on my lower back a.k.a. near my butt.
2. I have a nasty disposition. Most days I feel like hissing and biting irritating people. In fact every day.
3. When cranky I make obnoxious noises. And when Im woken up too early. Its true! Ask Rob!

4. I dont like to be petted. Nope. I find it condescending. Kinda like the camel.


5. Finally, and most importantly....I, like the camel, keep deposits of fatty tissue.

Note that all photos came from my recent trip to Kuwait!

Once a Halloweenie, always a Halloweenie

Who likes Halloween more than I do?

Karen thats who!

Staying true to previous years - I dressed as super anti corruption girl. Rob and Nilla, however, were a tad more creative.

I present - Nilla the pumpkin...



And Rob - Mr. Dirty Laundry!

Unfortunately, Rob did not win his costume contest at work. So plans are already in the works to kick A$$ next year!

Selective Intelligence

Me or the dog? You decide.

Oprah Influences Me Again...

I have watched Oprah since I was a pre-teen. That is a long time - 20 years or so! And the woman has been known to influence me in that time. Though I never went on a liquid diet, I have been known to buy the books she recommends. Pillars of the Earth anyone?

Well, yesterday she did it again. I watched her show titled How We Treat the Animals We Eat. Things I learned....

• Pigs are raised their entire lives in cages where they cant turn around. Only shuffle back and forth, lay down, and stand.
• Cows for veal are raised with numerous health problems including anemia to ensure the meat is tender.

The GUILT! THE GUILT!!! I love animals. Most of them anyways. So I have decided to not eat any meat that isnt raised free range. As you can imagine, hubby is just oh so thrilled.

Authors Note: The exception is chickens. I hate chickens. But they taste good. But they have brains the size of peanuts and they are one of the mammals that rape. I kid you not. Read Temple Grandins book Thinking in Pictures

Nilla Continues Her Sick Ways...

Now that Nilla has had a taste of 'the blood,' she has out of control. My formerly dear sweet dog is now researching which birds have the best taste!

Sadly, I think she has found one...

Sara Palin Infiltrates Canada!

For your consideration I present "Kimberley." She is the lady on the far left in the photo above. You may have to click on it to get a better close up.

Kimberley CLAIMS to be a Canadian from British Colombia who strongly advocates for Human Rights and has lived and travelled throughout Africa (she MUST have a passport then!). I have my doubts. Check out Sara Palin below....

My baby is a murderer!!!

Three years ago I had a baby. A blond hair, brown eyed baby who was potty trained although she did have bad hygiene habits such as eating her own poop and licking her yoohoo. I named her Nilla.

For the past three years Nilla and I have become quite fond of each other. I dont judge her when she eats old pizza crusts laying on the street and she doesnt judge me when I eat my 10 tenth chocolate chip cookie of the day. Nilla understands my love of sleep and will keep me company during nap time, snoring away contentedly. Nilla also keeps me company for long walks, short or long jogs and weeding in the garden. She was a great baby girl.

But our idyllic life has been shattered. My Nilla is a murderer. The other day she took a harmless bird into her once gentle mouth and started crunching. I could hear the death "cheeps' of the bird as I stood frozen in horror on the back deck. I tried to rescue the bird...I tried! But in her murderous state, Nilla ran away to decapitate the innocent bird and then proceeded to eat the rest of its beautiful, and now dead, body. Feathers and all.


Nilla is still with me but I cannot look at her the same way. She is no longer the sweet, gentle animal who played with the cats and licked my hands affectionately. No, she is the heartless killer who ignored the "cheep cheep" of the bird as her blood lust overwhelmed her.


In fact, I took a picture of Nilla post murder so that you all might see the change in her disposition.

Tell me - what is a mother to do???