Cats on Sunday

With the soon to be historic playing of the Family Guy Star Wars episode just mere hours away, I wanted to get a post in before the festivities began.

Bob the Wealthy Widower

Bob, a 70-year-old, extremely wealthy widower, shows up at the Country Club with a breathtakingly beautiful and very sexy 25 year-old blonde who knocks everyone’s socks off with her youthful sex appeal and charm and who hangs over Bob’s arm and listens intently to his every word.

His buddies at the club are all aghast. At the very first chance, they corner him and ask, “Bob, how’d you get the trophy girlfriend?”

Bob replies, “Girlfriend? She’s my wife!”

They’re knocked over, but continue to ask. “So, how’d you persuade her to marry you?”

“I lied about my age”, Bob replies.

“What, did you tell her you were only 50?”

Bob smiles and says, “No, I told her I was 90.”

Traffic Songs

Recently I’ve started listening to my husband’s radio station “CHOM 97.7“, its a classic rock station and is quite a soft and mellow change from my normal listenings to one of CHOM’s sister stations with its barrage of new music, repeative riffs and bass-filled banging tunes. My ears have stopped ringing and I am finally hearing the music.

I spend a lot of time stuck in traffic, so people watching has become an afternoon hobby.

I have discovered over my time of Montreal traffic people watching that there is a secret society, a club if you will, among fellow “stuck in traffic-ers”. This club – similar to the Free Masons – is known, but never spoken of. Perhaps a fight club with out the fighting. (Just don’t tell Edward Norton I’ve broken the first law of fight club, please).

CHOM has shown me the light, and let me enter this secret yet widely visable club.

I’ve often questioned what the heck people are singing to when in the car – and now I know. Its CHOM.

Over the past several weeks, I have been conducting rigerous experiments to confirm these findings.

At every stop light and stop sign. On the 40 past St Jean in the Gridlock, or on Des Anciens Combattants Boulevard in Ste Anne de Bellevue in stopped traffic jams I see them, the members of the secret society belting out tunes, jamming on air guitars, and keeping beat on steering wheel drums.

I thought this station that keeps all armchair (or driver’s seat) disc jockeys in unison was a fable, a story. . .
I see CHOM listeners everywhere. They are many. . . .

I’ve let my hair down, and tuned my air guitar. . . . .I’m in the Spirit to Rock!

And Revisionist history is pretty good, too.

(For those that want to listen to CHOM live on their computers, simply log onto their website, and choose listen now!)

Going Dutch

I visit I CAN HAS CHEEZBURGER? a few times a week, what can I say – I’m a cat lover – so that is how I am justifying all the visits I make to the site. . .  

This one made me laugh out loud, and thus I feel the need to share it here. . . . .

I’m not sure if I’m making a window to my life with posting this one. . .  .

Take a Seat?

Have you ever been out somewhere and so tired on your feet you needed to rest, lean up on a wall or find a place to sit?

Especially in the “big cites” in Europe, you a likely to be greeted by any of the following deterrents.

Found this website by chance during a routine web-’trolling’, they cleverly called these deterrents the “Anti-Sits”

Technorati Profile

They Think I’m in a Same-Sex Partnership

Colin and I were out today doing errands (buying tupperware and a weedwacker to be precise)

We were chatting about how we talk to one another, as I was remarking how even when there is just the two of us, I still use his name as a talk.  . . “What do you think about ‘this’ Colin?”  “What would you like for dinner Colin” “Colin pick up your socks in the bedroom”.   Since he is usually the only one in the room the need for using his name is mute.

I asked him how often he uses my name in a day, and he says not very often.  I’m puzzled, why not Colin? I ask him.

Well, saying “My wife” is a heck of a lot easier to explain than “Joey” – everyone thinks I’m in a gay partnership!

We ARE in Montreal, after all. . .  .

Lake Clean

Colin and I are going to a friends cottage next weekend, and then up to the big nickel to see P&K.

Power of Schmooze

Joeymoggie has the power of Schmooze!!

Mirror Mirror on the Floor

Colin and I got several mirrors from my mom as an anniversary gift.  We have a wall leading downstairs I plan to put about 10 mirrors of different sizes and shapes on.

I was using one of the mirrors in the bedroom last week, when I put foam rollers in my hair, and its been sitting against the wall in the bedroom since.

I cause my stunningly handsome cat, Marty, watching himself in the mirror today . . .

Sitting upright and proud, shoulders back, tail wooshing back and forth behind him. . . .

He looked like he was smiling as he titled his head from side to side to get a better look.

He has stationed himself in front of the mirror for his naps as well.

How vain!  How drole!

I love my Marty Cat.

Emo Image Thursday – Emo Kitty Redux

For all those wandering souls, searching for Emo Kitty pictures (again). Here is a few more to tide you over. . . . . .
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Make it Legal, eh, Man

According to a report by Reuters,  Canadians smoke more weed than other industrialized countries, touting an impressive statistic that 16.8 percent of all Canadians between the ages of 15 and 65 have toked reef in the past year.   This is apparently more than 4 times the global rate.

With powerful and moving statistics like these, its no wonder the pot-heads are out in full force campaigning for the legalization of their favorite non-medicinal plant.

I for one am impressed something got the lazy pot-heads off their asses. . . .

 

(Wo)Man in the Mirror

With Canada Day, and American Independance Day last week, I was certainly well surprised to learn my blog has been bestowed with another award.   Not only is this award a very cool award, this one is named after me too. . .  . .

 

The Joey: A Star-Spangled Maple Leaf, For Tirelessly and Intelligently Promoting Canadian-American Relations.

Naan Bread

I have a big deadline at work coming up, so I’ve been staying later to get more work done.

I intended to stay to about 7-8pm on Friday, so I had less to do during the weekend. I called Colin to confirm where/when I was going to pick him up (we’re still a ‘one car’ family)

He says to me (in the funniest little grumpy man voice) “I don’t want to stay at work, they are having curry and someone always eats my Naan bread”.

I could just imagine him sitting there, slouched in his chair with his armed crossed, pouting.

Yes, my 31 year old big, full bearded husband – pouting.

Does anyone remember “The Dinosaurs”??

NOT THE MAMA. . . . I’M THE BABY

Who took my Naan bread. . . .

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