As you may know, I have tumblr where I post non-original content. I recently ‘reblogged’ this item. It ended up being the most popular post on that little blog. I thought it needed a wider audience. There is a watermark at the bottom to tell you who created it.

I am the fat chick

Which reminds me of this fantastic image from Pinterest. (please disregard the misspelling of lose, it irked me too)

Pinterest Rage

I know sometimes I am a bit slow with the uptake, but someone on twitter pointed this out to me and, well, I think it deserves ten times the views it has. If you ever watch Stephen Fry (in anything) you will know that very often the most poignant and truthful messages are couched in satire and silly. Cosmo Jarvis does a wonderful job of bringing a very real message home in a somewhat silly fashion.

The top comment says it all: “When I first saw the title of this song, I was expecting it to be a stupid, stereotypical song mocking gays… instead, I got this incredibly deep, beautiful song about love. “I’ll love you still in hell” is the line that gets me the most.”

Yes, this is the obligatory shot of the snow and ice from last night. You’re welcome.

Twig And Berries

Good morning, Baltimore!

Baltimore on Glass

Cat food. You may not know this, but apparently this stuff is crack to cats and dogs. And I am not talking about the dry crunchy stuff, no, no, no this is what is called GUSHY FOOD.

Now, I love my pets. Well, 3/4 of them anyway. (WHAT?! One of them keeps peeing on the carpet, judgy mcjudgerson! He needs to go to cat heaven.) Like I was saying- love my pets, but none of them rate Gushy food. My daughter disagrees. She loves buying the wet food for the cats. And they love her for being a sucker.

And the dog? Well, he just wants a piece of action.

Our first mistake was to buy the food in the little packets. Oreo would get the empties out of the trash and gnaw them trying to get a taste. Then he moved up to getting the full ones and gnawing on those. Mmmm, tin foil flavored cat food.

Whatever. I got your number dog.

Next up we bought the cans. Remember how I complained about stepping on Legos? Yeah, those are nothing compared to cat food cans. Oreo slinks downstairs (in the middle of the night), gets a can and carries it around in his mouth. He doesn’t make a mess. He can’t chew the can open. But he carries that unopened can in his mouth as if to say, ‘Bitch, I am two opposable thumbs away from DINNER TIME.) So now instead of Legos all around the house, I have cat food cans from the top floor to the basement.

Next up, cat food cans full of Legos.

It’s not a dresser, it’s a multi-level cat bed.

Cookie in Repose

It’s time for the 2011 wrap-up. I know I’m late getting this done, but my main blogging laptop had an accident. An I-can’t-read-the-screen accident, so I had to wait until I could pull off my photos and such. And here we are!

Posts first-

Most popular posts

1. My take on the Japan disaster and whether or not you should donate.

2. How I got my feelings hurt, and then moved on.

3. Where I gave my daughter some very un-Cleaverly advice.

4. Y’all liked my letter to nameless PR people everywhere.

5. Of course, any mention of my sex life brought out the readers.

And, of course, my favorite part of the year, 2011 in photos. Enjoy!

2011 In Photos from Amy Phillips on Vimeo.