Sunday, September 27, 2009

Friday, September 25, 2009

Slowly back away from the PMS-ing human pet

Dear Ares,

Look. We know the human pet is a female, but for the love of all that's holy, do you really need to let us know when she's about to have a visit from her monthly friend? We can tell she's PMS-ing (That's Psychotic Mood Shift in case you didn't know.) even without sniffing her rear. The fact you decide to shove your wet nose there when she's laying down is beyond gross, dude.

You've been in this house since April, and if you haven't noticed the signs yet, there's something wrong with you. She starts stuffing her face with salty foods, french fries being her absolute favorite. She cries at anything remotely emotional - remember yesterday evening when she cried because Ramon was voted off of Project Runway? She'd never have done that if he had been voted off last week! Let's also not forget the cramping, bloating, and occasional gassy treat we're forced to endure.

(While I know you are quite the gassy creature, the human pet can and will give you a run for your money. You may not know this, but sometimes, when she's the one who unleashed the bomb, she blames you. The worst part is that you actually like being blamed. You need to stop that!)

So, really, dude, just back off the humping of the human pet's leg, the sniffing of her crotch, and the following her back and forth as if she's some delectable treat. It's a little creepy, dude, and honestly, females don't like that. There's no love in the word 'stalker'.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Hide the remote. Football season is here.

Football season is in full effect in my house.

This usually means several things.

First, special meals are prepared on Sundays. I have no idea why any game constitutes having an extraordinary meal of hot sausage, boudain balls, spaghetti and meatballs, pizza, chili, hamburgers and hot dogs, or gyros. Does this food somehow add to the entertainment value of twenty-two men slamming into one another over some little thing they call a pigskin? I don't think so.

(I'd honestly like to know why they even label that oddly shaped ball a pigskin. Since when did hog skin become so valuable that men would fight over it?)

Second, it means nothing gets done around my house. My human pet will wake up early, make a pot of coffee, and then prepare for the games by watching something the homo sapiens call 'the pregame show'. 'The pregame show' is similar to the ancient Greek oracle: You visit 'the pregame show' to 'know' whether or not your team is going to win that day by listening to 'the predictions' of 'analysts' (known also by the humans as 'color commentators') who used to be former players of the game. The hilarity continues as these analysts perform, dance, and argue amongst themselves as to whose predictions are correct.

Needless to say, the human pet eats it all up as if it were Fancy Feast for the soul.

Then the game commences, and I swear, it's as if time stops in the house. Only two things will get my pet off of the couch: the need to smoke when her team is down and a trip to the litter box. That is it. If I were to break some sort of appendage or kill Isis when she wasn't looking, I promise you, it could wait until the end of the game.

Nothing is more important than watching her beloved Steelers.

Finally, the third thing is that I encourage all of my friends to purchase stock in Excedrin as I undoubtedly purchase thousands of bottles throughout the football season. The human pet is notorious for screaming and yelling at her television. It's as if she truly believes that her men in black and gold can hear her, but instead, only my cochleas are suffering from her onslaught of cuss words at high-pitched frequencies.

I personally think angels cry when my human pet watches football.

I know I do.

So, for all of these reasons and many more, I am adding football season to my Litter List. You make my life a living hell for seven months, and all I have are painful memories (and ears) to show for it. Consider yourself warned, football season: I'm coming with a cancellation notice in paw!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Recipe for Bacon Carbonara Appetizer

Since the Bacon Carbonara Appetizers were a big hit, here's the recipe!


2 pizza crusts (6 inch)

1/4 cup Alfredo sauce

6 slices of bacon, crisply cooked and crumbled

3 Tbsp. chopped red onion

2 tsp. grated Parmesan cheese

2 tsp. chopped fresh parsley


1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Place pizza crusts on baking sheet. Top with sauce, bacon, red onion, and Parmesan cheese.

2. Bake 8 minutes or until crust has reached a golden brown.

3. Cut pizza into thin wedges to serve.


We decided to make this appetizer on the cheap so rather than pay five dollars per premade pizza crust, we made our own using Jiffy Pizza Crust Mix. It turned out so much better in our opinion!

Monday, September 14, 2009

The human pet's birthday

The human pet's birthday was on September 10, and in grand fashion, we celebrated by making a terrific meal for her!

Bacon Carbonara Appetizer

Cornmeal Breaded Chicken Breast with Peach and Tomato Salsa and Garlic Mashed Potatoes

White Heart Cake

I think we did pretty good, don't you think?

Thursday, September 03, 2009

Thursday Thirteen #40

Taking care of your human pet can be a lot of work, especially when it comes to keeping your pet looking her best. With so many products on the market, how do you know which ones are great for your pet? Perhaps my list of go-to's will help you the next time you're out shopping for your pet.

Thirteen Products I Use to Keep My Human Pet Looking Good

13. Aveeno Clear Complexion Cream Cleanser

Biore Pore Unclogging Scrub

Anew Clinical Eye Lift

Anew Alternative Clearly C 10% Vitamin C Serum

Clean and Clear Oxygenating Ultra-Light Skin Moisturizer

8. Pantene Beautiful Lengths Shampoo

7. Pantene Beautiful Lengths Conditioner

6. Colgate toothpaste

5. Dove Go Fresh Body Wash Burst

A great pair of tweezers

Lady Speed Stick

Revlon ColorStay Makeup

Dove Energy Glow Body Lotion

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Give him his wings

April 1, 1988 - August 31, 2009

Good bye, Kevin.

"10000 days in the fire is long enough.
You're going home..."

10,000 Days (Wings, Part 2) - Tool