Fibbysniffpoo

        Fibbysniffpoo... is my username for pretty much everything that I need a username for modern enough for Fibby to have been in my life when I created it (e.g. ps3 network, word feud, etc.). I almost forgot how I came up with such a witty username until Fibby lost her collar for a couple of days. You see, on the back of Fibby's tag on her collar I had gotten enscribed, "AM I LOST? :( CALL MOM! 000-000-0000) except my number isn't entirely made up of zeros as cool as that would be. The point is that I couldn't find her collar anywhere and it dawned on me what would happen if Fibby got lost without her collar or if she had gotten lost with her collar and then somehow lost it again like she managed to do every few weeks. Then I looked at her face. She's got to be the only cat I've ever seen that has half a hitler stash/ poo stain underneath her nose. So duh, I would just have to post a bunch of flyers bearing the message, "BROWN-NOSING CAT DOES NOT ACTUALLY KISS ASS, PLEASE RETURN TO OWNER 000-000-0000" and that would be that.

    Interesting Photographs of the Week

 visiting Aunt Hay Hay

heart-shaped.. everything! 

speaks for itself... thanks to my "little photo" app with the instant film setting  

just another key for my collection 

stealthmaster just before the peak of her attack 



My darling pride and joy

        By the way, feel free to play word feud with me since you all know my username now, but be prepared; most of my opponents resign when they realize the level of skill I have at that game. ;) Now I am off to go have a mini reunion lunch with a bunch of kids I used to pick my boogers with. I shall contain details of my blast from the past in a consecutive post.

Fibby slays evil supervillain, Dr. Possum.

        I'm pretty sure I've mentioned that I think my cat is a superhero, right? Well, guess which super-feline saved her first damsel in distress last night. That's right, if it weren't for Fibby I'd be possum-chow. I get home (rather late, mind you. so I contemplate passing out instantly on my bed), brush my teeth and wash my face, put my jammies on, and curl up in bed. All is going well, just watching some toons and playing with my new phone.. and I keep hearing rustling noises coming from beside my bed. I look over, and see Fibby sniffing at my trash can. I just assume she's trying to eat paper out of it or something silly. So I just say, "Hey you crazy cat, leave my trash alone. Now get on out of here 'fore I call the popo", (except it was more along the lines of "Fibby, stop"). Anyway, she keeps sniffing at my trash can so I finally get up to go look at it. I pulled back a magazine from on top and instantly see a little bug-eyed, ratty face hissing at me. You can imagine my reaction. I am lucky that my already weak bladder (I nearly pee every time I laugh too hard) didn't give out on me and that my initial thought to scream bloody murder did not completely process before I realized that screaming would probably launch the creature into an attack. on my face. Instead I just walked out of my room... then turned around and grabbed fibby and then walked out of my room again. I ended up getting my pops to take care of the situation. He trapped it with the trash can and an old 35 gallon cat-litter container, which we have lots of, 'cause Fibby loves pooping and my mother loves collecting giant cat-litter containers.. I guess. Long story short, Fibby saved the day and now there's one less evil possum terrorizing the house. In case you haven't put two and two together from older posts about the doggie door issues we went through with Fibby and my dog, Brodi, we're assuming the rodent got in through there. The door hadn't been open all day though which can only mean one thing.. the possum had been relaxing in the comfort of our home for at least 24 hours devising his plan to take over our household. But not on Fibbys watch! No siree, bob. Honestly, I'm just happy that I didn't fall asleep with the possum locked in my room with Fibby and myself because I'm pretty sure it would have kicked her ass.. and my face's.. ass?
       I kind of view the possum ordeal as just the cherry on top that made me laugh at all of all the curve-balls life's been throwing at me for the past couple days. In less than 48 hours I managed to wash my phone and break the window in my car. On the bright side, I got a shiny new phone and my window might finally work properly after the beast gets out of the shop. Not to mention does my shiny new phone have a better camera/effects which means better pictures to share with you guys! ('cause we all know I'm too lazy to ever use my actual camera). 

Playing with the lomography settings on my adorable, sleeping test subject. 

 Polaroid!

this effect is ironically called "hard day". 

    trying to show you guys my wwf shirt that my sister got me for my birthday!

        Speaking of my birthday, I never spoke of my birthday. It was on June 8th and I'm now an 18 year-old lady. I had a blasty blast and I kissed a moose and a butt at mcguires while a man sang at me directing me to do so.

"Kiss the moose, kiss the moose, kiss the moose!"

"Kiss the butt, kiss the butt, kiss the butt!"

        Needless to say, it was a pretty great birthday... followed by a not-so-great week, but hey, Fibby and I are still smiling. So all is well, as long as there aren't any more possum incidents because I don't think my heart can handle that again... unless the possum was declawed/de-fanged and covered in glitter or something.

I'm a big cat now

        My darling Fibby is practically all grown up now. Where did all the time go? Sigh.. I know she's not even a year old yet and is technically still a kitten but she seems to be almost fully grown by now, not to mention is she Miss Independent these days. The only time I ever get to snuggle her is when I get home from work.. and that's only if I can catch her and also only because I do that everyday so by now it's habitual to her. I might get lucky every now and then when she's groggy after her naps but that's a gray area as far as snuggling goes for sure. This entire past month has really been a wake-up call.. which is why I haven't been posting as frequently as usual (and I sincerely apologize a thousand times but a girl's gotta get her priorities straight and I didn't even take a shower for three days straight at one point in the past 13 since my last post. Hygiene is one of those that simply have to come first) . Fibby's not the only one that's growing up. I keep expecting to wake up and feel like I actually am done with the high school chapter of my life and it has yet to come.

 You'd think the cap and gown would've done the trick.

         I feel like it might be partially due to the fact that I was hardly at school ever since the last half of my junior year thanks to all the periods of co-op and lazy teachers that never cared if I was tardy or even attended class. However, even though I still don't have whatever feeling it is that usually accompanies graduating, I do feel the real world taking me into its not-so-comforting arms. Work, work, work, broken hearts, and that big nagging question mark over my head asking me what I'm going to be doing with the rest of my life, and more work. 

 

for a lack of better words..

        Stress. Honestly, the only reason this picture appealed to me when I googled "stress" to find a relative picture to throw in there is because it's a frazzled kitty for Christ's sake... but when I saw the word underneath it (even though I searched google images for the very word), I thought.. "Why would I want to be stressed out about life right now? Isn't this supposed to be a fun, happy period of freedom from.. stress?". So I've decided that shall be my new mentality. My darling friend sent me a picture earlier that expresses this new resolution of mine perfectly. 

So, I too, shall not give a fuck.

        Fibby and I, from now on, do not give two fucks (one allotted to each that we both do not give).. and while we are so busy not giving fucks we will be having lots of fun. 'Cause at this point, that's what life's all about. 

Word.