Bad pet parent

If Dorie the cat knew how to use the phone, I'm pretty sure she'd make a few calls and turn me in to PETA or maybe the Humane Society. My closet door was ajar this afternoon, so I closed it and didn't think too much about it. I worked, puttered around, took a long nap and then noticed a tail sticking out from under the door of the coat closet. Apparently Dorie had been locked in for several hours. You'd think my other cat would have given me some sort of heads up, but he's not the sharpest tool in the shed (this is the cat that chases his tail and wanders around the house frantically trying to find the rest of us not remembering he just saw us mere moments ago).
Today's thought for the day-- to respond or not to respond... I joined a free online dating site a while ago and haven't done much with it. Today I received a notice that I'd been contacted. Here's the message: hello your very nice looking and can we chat sometime my email is handyman107@. At first I was put off by the lack of punctuation and general grammar issues in his short message. Then I noticed his email address seems to indicate that he could be handy. I could certainly use the help of a handy man. Hmmmm... maybe he deserves a chance.

If it tastes too good to be sugar free...

Greetings. Welcome to my blog. So, I'm still trying to be low carb (down 6 or 6.5 lbs since last Monday) and I stop at African Ice to get a treat. Now these places are saying they have sugar free flavorings, so I think I can partake since sugar free generally = low carb. I order a half caramel half coconut African Ice and it's incredible. Then I notice that there's a little sign that says sugar free flavors are sweetened with Agave Nectar. Damn them! That's sugar, just a different kind that supposedly doesn't have the same effects as regular sugar. Did I throw away my special treat? Uh, no. I enjoyed the whole thing-- especially after I added some cream to it once I got home. We'll see what the scales says tomorrow.
My thought for the day is "Why is my neighbor such a big, dumb, jerk?" The guy who lives across the street from me is not the best neighbor ever. I've had to go to his house and ask his daughter to turn down her crappy country music which was blaring out of their garage and could be heard all up and down the street even with doors and window closed. I've had to squeeze myself between his big, dumb, friends' ugly trucks and the mailbox so I could get my mail. Now, I can't get my mail when it arrives on certain days because he has his sprinklers come on at the same time the mail shows up. So, big, dumb neighbor sits in his garage and watches while people get drenched getting their mail because the sprinklers are on. I don't think he's even supposed to water his lawn between 11 am and 6 pm.

Blog #1

Well, here it is-- my first blog ever. If I listen really hard I can hear a polite applause. Thank you, thank you very much. Now that I'm here, I'm not quite sure what to say. Right about now you're rethinking your suggestion that I start a blog, aren't you?
Today was a typical Monday. It sucked. I haven't eaten carbs in a week and I'm pleased that I've survived and I haven't killed anyone. I lost weight and much of my sanity is still in tact.
My rant for the day is... why does it seem like many of the wives/girlfriends on reality TV are kind of, um, bitchy? I'm not just referring to Kate Gosselin, but other women too (pretty much every bride on Bridezillas for example). Don't men like nice women? Do we all need to be a little bitchier in order to not be alone? Hmmm....