No you're NOT

It's funny how people get on the same wavelengths. I've been planning this post for a couple of days. This morning I checked out Amanda's blog to find that she has similar complaints. What's your carbon skidmark like?

But I digress.

The topic of this post is a phrase that I hate. That phrase is, "we're pregnant".

Now, don't get me wrong. I understand and even agree with its intent. Couples want to include the father as more than just a sperm donor. Of course. But then why in the world could we not have stuck with "we're having a baby", which was the preferred lingo for years?

Until science makes some major advances, a man simply cannot call himself pregnant. Participating in the pregnancy secondhand just doesn't count. If that were the case, the expectant mother's entire set of family and friends could also say they are pregnant, no?

WE are not pregnant.

I am pregnant.

:)

Help me go to Vegas!

I want to win ICHC's contest to send the spousal unit and I to Vegas.


More on the online Poker Cats Contest

Click on the kitteh picture above. Then click on the cheeseburgers above the picture to vote for me.

Thanks everyone! Even if you're just a lurker, you're much appreciated!

Bat Dog

Is it a bird? A plane?

No, it's a Roscoe!

How funny would it be if his ears stood up?

It's on!

OK kiddos. Come check out my non kerpupple rantings over at Slave to the Words.

Forgive me, I haven't updated my links over there yet. I will lead my meager readers to your blogs from there too.

Dog only blog?

I need opinions.

I've gotten a link on Dog in My Pocket, an I Can Has Cheezburger-ish website about dogs instead of cats. I think they prefer to link to other doggie sites, and I haven't really been doing much kerpupple blogging here recently.

I'm thinking about making this blog dog-only and setting up another for my random personal rantings.

What say you?

The Contest Queen

I may have blogged about this before, so forgive me if you've heard this.

I'm sort of lucky when it comes to contests. In college I won a few CDs from radio station contests and a trip to Lollapalooza at a bar drawing. Since then I've garnered concert tickets to see Alanis Morrisette (by doing something that I would never dream of doing now). There's also the Build the Outfit contest at the Manolo's blog, and the denim wardrobe that I won from one of Lucky Magazine's online sweepstakes they hold every month.

Well darned if I didn't hit it again. Lucky Magazine strikes again! I'll soon be receiving a bra and panty set from Calvin Klein in the mail.

Would somebody please tell me how I can strike it rich with this mediocre fortuitous streak of mine?

It can always be worse

So a few posts ago I was whining about how cold it is in Denver in the wintertime. Wanting to run off to the islands. Well now I feel a bit better.

We've been in Oregon for a day and a half and it's been nothing but drizzle and drear. My cousins tell me this is a typical winter. You want nice weather? Come in June, they say.

At least through our cold and snow we get sunshine. 300 days a year, in fact.

I can see how Starbucks originated in this region. I've had massive coffee cravings since I've been here. I fear if I lived here I wouldn't appreciate all the lush green surroundings because I'd be inside hiding from the rain all the time.