Siouxsie's Space

There is a War going on in my house.  This war is going on between the Dust Bunnies that live under the furniture and the discarded ponytail holders that no one uses (but we can’t seem to find the heart to throw away).

At about 2 a.m. every night, our cat, Heather, manages to find at least two of the aforementioned ponytail holders and “free” them from wherever they have been held captive all these many long months.  She then brings them downstairs and deposits them outside my bedroom door, howling all the while, to let the filthy sneeze-inducing jerky Dust Bunnies know that she approaches, and to be ready.  Or to beware.  I’m still not sure if she is taking sides or running her own game.  I think she is a double agent.  Time will tell.

Then, sometime much later, I am never able to discern exactly when–the Evil Dust Bunny Army crawls out from under the couch, and completely covers the poor ponytail holders, smothering them until they are dead, dead, dead!  (ahem. Sorry.)

I think my point is that the Dust Bunnies are in cahoots with the cat to try and make me look like a bad housekeeper, and they must be stopped.   At all costs.

And also, I like to say “cahoots”.

Heather the Ponytail Terrorizer, Dust Bunny Sympathizer

Heather the Ponytail Terrorizer, Dust Bunny Sympathizer


{August 9, 2008}   Never Back Down… Ugh.

This morning I was doing my makeup. I love to do my makeup. That means that I can spend a lot of time looking in the mirror. Which, as any good Southern Girl knows, is a great way to pass the time. It’s way better than doing the dishes, or washing the laundry. And while I was doing my makeup, I was contemplating a conversation that I had with my husband last night during (and after) a movie that we saw yesterday.

It was called “Never Back Down“. (warning: Movie spoilers ahead!) Now, here is my problem. I liked the movie, for pure entertainment purposes. Who doesn’t love a good ass-kicking sequence with a bunch of good looking young guys who are shirtless? (And oh-so-obviously not teenagers…) But these guys repeatedly walked away from beatings that would have put (forgive this one) Clint Eastwood down for a dirt nap. They were thrown down onto asphalt and punched in the head over and over, and then the next day at school–tadaa! Pretty boy again! Sometimes they had butterfly closures or tiny bruises on them. WTF?

One of the guys was purposely put in the hospital with a beating, and even he was coherent and looking “camera” worthy within hours.

And then–

There was a side story with a little brother and a tennis scholarship. It was sappy and cute. There was a mom and a hissy fit. It was very sad and dramatic. An awesome gym owner teaches the lead character that he is not the only one with problems.  Lead character gets challenged to some kind of “Ultimate Goober Asskicking Contest” by guys who nab his friend and kick his arse.  The lead character doesn’t want to fight. They make him out to be noble.  He gets his butt whipped, but compared to the Shield of Achilles.  He saves his family and friends!

My husband says–“At least they are trying to show some kind of personal responsiblity.

I still don’t know if he was joking.


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