Teams

Swoop
Tallulah’s gettin’ her swoop back.

When she got hit by that car last month, Marvin took her to the vet to make sure she was okay, and other than the mite in her ear the only other thing wrong was she weighed FIFTY-FOUR POUNDS, which she should not. She is not that big of a dog.

Whenever any of y’all all who only know Tallulah through this blog meet her in real life, you always say, “She’s so much SMALLER than I thought!” You also say, “Is she ever gonna stop growling?” Tallulah only comes up to my knees. She is not Lab-sized; she’s mediumish. Except for the part where she was fat.

Anyway, I have been really careful about closing the gate when Edsel is eating his puppy food, and the kitten food is on top of the dog crate (the kittens scramble up there like monkeys to get to it), so all she eats is her teensy portion of dog food, which makes me feel bad, but LOOK AT HER SWOOP! It’s back! Go, Lu. She is hot again.

Do you wonder why I have aprons? So do I.

We need to establish teams again. We have so many new members now.

Are you:

Helooo! Team June, because you have no taste and also wear ill-fitting brassieres?

Scared Team Tallulah, because we all see up your nostrils? Also because you’re trying to get your swoop back?

  Edsel2Team Edsel? WHO JUST WANTS TO LOVE YOU ALL THE TIME! ALL.THE.TIME.

RogerAre you bold and fearless Team Roger?

AndersonhangsOr sweet and cuddly and purry Team Anderson?

Starq I know whose team I’M on. With her star quality…

273 thoughts on “Teams

  1. The pets can’t read, but apparently they can write because they post from time to time.
    I had no idea that prisoners made their own bras. Fascinating! To me a wet denim bra doesn’t sound comfy, but I suspect Marge knows what she’s talking about. Because she runs a whole sewing room, I’m thinking she’s an expert.

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  2. The pets can’t read, but apparently they can write because they post from time to time.
    I had no idea that prisoners made their own bras. Fascinating! To me a wet denim bra doesn’t sound comfy, but I suspect Marge knows what she’s talking about. Because she runs a whole sewing room, I’m thinking she’s an expert.

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  3. The pets can’t read, but apparently they can write because they post from time to time.
    I had no idea that prisoners made their own bras. Fascinating! To me a wet denim bra doesn’t sound comfy, but I suspect Marge knows what she’s talking about. Because she runs a whole sewing room, I’m thinking she’s an expert.

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  4. My eyes are not blue, but mine won’t leave you, Lisa left you, years ago.. wait… My name IS Lisa!
    I am so bad at choosing. I always choose wrong. If my husband says “right or left?” he will always go the opposite of what I say, that’s how bad (or good) I am at choosing.
    And I do have to admit I was previously, semi, sort of, kind of, just a little bit, Team Marvin… I KNOW! SORRY!
    So, I will choose June. Even though she is seriously in the lead and does not need my vote, without June there is no PIe. And my life would be sad without Pie. And pie. And pi for that matter. I’m big on radiuses.
    So it’s Team June for me! Oh, man… is that the right choice?!?

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  5. I will go back after this and read all the comments, but I wanted to try to be comment 201, so will vote now. Except I can’t for the life of me decide whose team I am on. Since I wouldn’t be here without June, I must say Go Team June! Is she going to tally up, like in Pieces of Wisdom.
    Now to go back and read the comments before I make some redundant remark.

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  6. Team DDD here in Northern California is joining team Roger ’cause I’ve always gone for guys that look like they’re trouble…

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  7. I’m on Team Tallulah because her cuteness persuaded June to turn around on the way to a job interview to rescue her from the roadside. Or Team Edsel/Team Roger/Team Anderson because their cuteness persuaded June to take them home, too. No, Team June because she adopted them all. Gotta love anyone who gives a loving home to dogs and kitties who need one. Team June it is.

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  8. This whole team thing has me all stressed out! I love me some June, but then I identify with Talu and her swoop. Next I think about the adorableness of Edsel (cute beats out brains sometimes). Even though I am not really a cat person, Roger and Anderson are very amusing with their purrsonalities. But I think they are at their best when they are together, so should there be a Team Rogerson?
    I guess I have to vote with Team June because she is the loveliest, unruly hair and ill-fitting bras included. Because she has made me laugh on some of my bad days, too.

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  9. Linda in CO, who is only bigger than a B cup because all of her is much bigger too, and who would happily be a B again if she could get her swoop back says:

    Maybe I’m somewhat sensitized after reading all of yesterday’s cornhole comments, but am I the only one who noticed the unfortunate positioning of Edsel’s Pooh bear?

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  10. Oh, I’m totally wanting to be on your team, June. And also Lu’s. And plus also Edsel’s – because of those dingdang ears! But I’m gonna have to pick Team Anderson because I just love Anderson Cooper. I’ll let you choose which one.

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  11. Never before have I loved anyone because of their sweet, pointy, overbiting teeth. I have never been attracted to really big (really big) ears. But, truly, I am team Edsel.

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  12. There are so many hidden meanings and unanswered questions in these photos…like why is Anderson relaxing on the Cat Alarm Pad?? And as Linda in CO points out…what has happened to Pooh Bear, in the “heels behind ears” position.
    And in photo #1 – is Junie getting a Mammogram at Lowe’s?
    I dunno. I am sleepy. Good night John Boy.

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  13. Every time I see that pillow ( the one in the picture with Anderson proving Mom is IN CHARGE of her couch!) I think “I love the fabric on that pillow”.
    I just realized today I have the same pillow.
    I gotta pay more attention to the real world.

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  14. Sadie says be careful, Team June, and don't send your matches money. Speaking of scams, why is buy celexa commenting on your blog? says:

    I watched the Match.com frauds on 20/20 last night, too. Scary! The scammers take photos from The Face to use as their own. They send loving emails to their victims until they have them hooked. Then they start asking for money, computers, iphones, etc. to be sent to them in another country supposedly so they can get back home to be with their victims. Another was a married man with a family, pretending to be divorced, who had hooked up with several rich women. These women spent thousands on this man as they thought he was going to marry them.

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  15. Sadie says be careful, Team June, and don't send your matches money. Speaking of scams, why is buy celexa commenting on your blog? says:

    I watched the Match.com frauds on 20/20 last night, too. Scary! The scammers take photos from The Face to use as their own. They send loving emails to their victims until they have them hooked. Then they start asking for money, computers, iphones, etc. to be sent to them in another country supposedly so they can get back home to be with their victims. Another was a married man with a family, pretending to be divorced, who had hooked up with several rich women. These women spent thousands on this man as they thought he was going to marry them.

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  16. Sadie says be careful, Team June, and don't send your matches money. Speaking of scams, why is buy celexa commenting on your blog? says:

    I watched the Match.com frauds on 20/20 last night, too. Scary! The scammers take photos from The Face to use as their own. They send loving emails to their victims until they have them hooked. Then they start asking for money, computers, iphones, etc. to be sent to them in another country supposedly so they can get back home to be with their victims. Another was a married man with a family, pretending to be divorced, who had hooked up with several rich women. These women spent thousands on this man as they thought he was going to marry them.

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  17. I still have my Team Lulu button on my blog. I discovered today that when I click on it, it goes to that orignal teams post from July of 2009.
    The kitties are cute and all (and who doesn’t love the name Anderson Cooper?), but I gotta stick with my girl Lu.

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  18. Now that I’ve read all the comments, I have to make another comment. Apparently, I am an anomaly. I am a big fat girl with SMALL boobs. It’s ridiculous, not to mention disproportionate. And there is no bra in the world that fits me. I’ve often wanted to visit a plastic surgeon and ask if he/she could just take all the fat from my stomach and upper arms and put it in my boobs, so they didn’t look like deflated water ballons. And now that I’ve given you that lovely image…happy Saturday everyone!

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  19. The bra thing strikes a cord, but it’s a longish story. My friend, Lori the Lip, decided I needed fashion help so for Christmas she took me to a store I’d never set foot in. I stayed in the dressing room while clothes flew in and out. I learned new rules (never tuck in, unless it’s your stomach) and embraced my inner color wheel: lime green, turquoise, and a hint of navy, just to keep me calm.
    In the course of the fashion makeover, the Lip said, You call that a bra? (Well, actually yes, one of my ‘good’ ones.) Uhuh, she sneared, no way, gotta get those girls UP, up and upper. She breezed by my defense — they’ve relaxed — and our next sales woman was a professional bra fitter with a tape measure, a critical eye, and a sharp finger. Did you know the middle bra section is suppose to rest FLAT ON YOUR CHEST???? in between the lovely mounds?? in order to hold the moundage securely in place? Would Marilyn have put up with this? Rhetorical questtion, no, of course not. I left with my Brunhilda Bra, underwire, hiked me up so far I got vertigo, but the Lip was happy, happy.
    Shortly thereafter, I headed off to Seattle via air. Security promptly nabbed us for traveling with concealed underwires. Underwires, for groans sakes. And I got PATTED DOWN — what’s with these folks, they already know it’s underwires (I confessed right away) not something for poking holes in fuselages. Do they think for one minute I’d whip out the wires and disturb the moundage? Tell you what, it’s back to relaxed and undercover next trip.
    And guess that puts me on Team June, right?

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