Sir Poops and Hair Ball: Take Some Time and Giving Out an Award

SPAL: Good morning, nice people. Mummsy is still doing Arlee Bird's April A to Z Blog Challenge over at her Secondhand Shoes, A Novel blog.

Thank God we have a working computer again.

HB: Yeah. Last week when Mummsy was trying to fix her connection issues, she wiped out all of her important software. But everything is good now.

SPAL: Yes. It is. So from here I'm going to let my brother take over. He has things to share and say while I get ready for another nap. ***yawns***

HB: Oh goodie! Who wants to play chase the pumpkin with me?

You can't be all work and no play. It'll gel keep your butt from getting numb and your eyes crossing from all those blogs you're reading.

Come on! I'll show you how to do it!

Nomnomnomnom! Grrrrr!

ROAR!Nomnomnomnomnom...

I love this game! I'm your fawther littel-pumpkin-Skywalker!

Wasn't that fun?

Oh and before I we go today, I'm awarding this cute picture of myself.

To Eve Gaal at The Desert Rocks and amp; Intangible Hearts. She's been teaching everyone Hawiaan over at her blog during the A to Z Challenge. She's funny and writes great poetry, too. And when I searched for her link today, it denied me access. Blogger is being a Blooger again!

So Miss Evie, if you get this message come pick up my cute photo. And make sure you give Fiona a nice leg hug for me. She's a cutie. But Penny the Jack Russel and Internet superstar has my heart. I hope Fiona doesn't take it personally.

Until next week.

Lots of licks and belly rubs for everyone!

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: Sharing Nosh with Fiona

SPAL: Hi, nice people.

HB: Yeah. Hi. Got some treats? ***he jumps up and down***

SPAL: ***his head bobs up and down, watching HB***That’s not nice. ***he looks out at the nice people*** Today, we have our first interview with a fur-peep, named Fiona.

HB: Isn’t that Shreck’s girlfriend? She’s an ogre, right?

SPAL: Well, lets ask her since she doesn’t look like either on of us. She’s definitely not a Malti-poo, like you, or a Chinese Crested, like myself. ***He looks at Fiona*** So what breed your are?

F: My name is Fiona and I’m a Chihuahua. I also hang out with my older stepsister Pinky. She’s not blood relation but we kind of look alike don’t you think? She is so smart! I think she’s half Chihuahua and half golden retriever but that sounds like a stretch. Pinky has taught me all kinds of cool naughty things. She’s great at dumpster diving, shredding toilet paper and she even told me I don’t need puppy pads anymore! Freedom!*does a specialized happy dance which involves two 360 turns and a little leap in the air.*Anyway, I love being mischievous, don’t you?

HB:***waggles his brows*** I’d love to get mischievous with you. Come here let me smell*** he chases Fiona in a circle***

SPAL: ***puts up his paws*** No butt huffing! Absolutely not! This is an interview. And I’m all about keeping it clean.

HB: ***stops*** You’re no fun.

SPAL: I’m an adult. We’re not supposed to fun. That’s what Mummsy used to say to our sisters. ***he glances at Fiona*** Who is your proud adult parent?

F: Don’t you boys know our Pop and Eve? Pop thinks we’re stinky. He thinks we’re two of the stupidest dogs that ever lived but Mom says we’re also the cutest. She likes to get us nice toys and she lets us snuggle on her lap when we’re watching Wheel of Fortune. It’s funny how human peeps yell at the television just like they yell at us when we do something disobedient. All that fuss over vowels and consonants. Sheesh. Anyway, I think yelling at the idiot box is stupid. Did you hear that Pops? I just took a leak on the carpet because Pops said my nose looks like a piglet. I don’t think he’s too proud of me but I still love him. When he comes home I’m always happy.

HB: You whiz on the carpet? That’s as bad as pansy boy here pooping on the bathroom floor upstairs.

SPAL: Yeah. Well…you…you…whiz on peoples’ feet.

HB: I can’t help I get excited. But why do you poop on the bathroom floor? I know its premeditated.

SPAL: ***ignores HB*** Hey, Fiona. What does your parent write, draw, or paint? My Mummsy writes.

F: Mom is a writer but we think she’s just sitting at the computer so we can’t jump on her lap.

HB: Really? My Mummsy lets me in her lap when she’s at her computer. Do you like hanging out with your mom at all while she works on their projects?

F: Are you kidding me little man? I’d grow old waiting for her to finish what she’s doing. I’m very independent and prefer looking out the sliding glass window. Pinky is older and much bigger--*whispers* (She’s 20 pounds!) and keeps her eyes on my mom at all times. It’s so weird—she acts like a freakin’ baby!

HB: Oh.

SPAL: Hmmm… Well, where do you like to sit? On their lap? At their feet? Or on their keyboards or crayons?

F: I might be independent but when it’s cold, my favorite is being zipped into Mom’s hoodie. With summer coming, I don’t think she’ll be doing that anymore. When I’m all comfy in her robe or hoodie, she has her hands free to write and I can watch and make sure she doesn’t make any typos. This blissful feeling doesn’t last long though because I get restless or one of us has to pee. Maybe someday I’ll get a hoodie too. One of those Ninja hoodies so I can go undercover and show you boys how you should never mess with female pups because we are super tough! *growls*

HB: Well…I’m Wolverine. ***growls back at Fiona***

SPAL: ***he puts his paws on his hips*** Stop it, you two. Or no treats.

HB: Speaking of treats, what do you and your mom like to nosh on? And would you be willing to share?

F: We’re not allowed to have any people food but Mom sneaks all kinds of small snacks our way. Our new favorite is peanut butter--that stuff is divine. Pops says I’m greedy, so I guess I’m not that great at sharing. Sorry. Our new pooch food is IAMS and I eat it all day. Do you think I’ll get fat like Pinky? 

HB: Fat? ***he studies Fiona*** As long as you keep running in circles, I don’t think so. I’d be happy to chase you so I can smell your…***he waggles his brows***

SPAL: What did I tell you two? Such behavior is not allowed in an interview.

HB and Fiona ignore SPAL. They sniff and chase each other, all the while giggling.

Eve Gaal’s newly published book is Penniless Hearts. It’s about that feeling you get when all your human peeps leave you alone and you wonder when or if they’re coming back. The reviews are good and we liked it because there’s a small dog in the story. Her name is Lulu. You can find it here:

http://www.amazon.com/Penniless-Hearts-Eve-Gaal/dp/1481913107/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1368154346&sr=1-1&keywords=penniless+hearts+by+eve+gaal

 

SPAL: Mummsy says Ms. Evie’s books is one the most funniest books she’s read in a long time. She loved it. You can find her review on the book over at Amazon and Goodreads.

Lots of licks,

Sir Poops and Hair Ball

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: What’s Your Nosh Tuesdays, Author Eve Gaal

SPAL: Tuesdays sure do come around here fast.

HB: They sure do. 

SPAL: Yep. Its time to introduce and support another author. 

HB: And share their work for some really good nosh.

SPAL: Today we have Eve Gaal but she’s real humble and didn’t share her published works with us because she said she wasn’t an Indie. But we’ll give you the link to Kidnapped Writer . She also has some short stories published in anthology books. Mummsy has them on her Kindle.

HB: Why not?

SPAL: ***shrugs*** That’s how she is. You know how sweet and all she is.

HB: Yeah. Her fur-daughter, Fiona sure is purdy. I want a play date.

SPAL: You wanted a play date with E.J.’s fur-daughter, Alex. Besides, Fiona is a child. You’re much to old for her. You’re a senior now.

HB: ***he frowns*** You’re never any fun. You’re such a pansy.

SPAL: Well. you’re stupid. You keep going after children and you’ll end up on mugshots.com. Anyway, here comes Miss Eve now.

SPAL & HB: ***run up to Eve**** We’re so happy to see you. ***they  wag their tales***

HB: Yeah. What’s your nosh when you’re working on your writing?

Eve: Sometimes I like Planter's peanuts because they are a healthy snack that doesn't mess up my computer keyboard too much.

HB: We like peanuts. The ones in the shells. You got any for us? They’re nice and crunchy and salty. Mm…mm…mm…good.

SPAL: ***swats at his brother*** What did I tell you about begging? ***he looks at Eve*** Does it get your creative juices flowing?

Eve: I can't eat when the creative juices are flowing.

HB: Oh. Mummsy eats carrots, celery, and sometimes gluten free pretzels when she writes.

SPAL: Yeah. But Mummsy has to in order to keep her blood sugar normal. Do you have published books besides Kidnapped Writer and some anthologies?

Eve: No. But here's an excerpt from Chapter 5 of Penniless Hearts-my manuscript.

The Excerpt

    Penny hated flying. Looking out over the wing of the jet, she wondered about the gloomy fog silently blanketing the entire airport. How did the pilot navigate his way through the murky chowder to get up above the clouds? As the engines rattled the plane, undesirable thoughts filled her head, creating doubt, where minutes ago she had been oozing confidence.

     She calmed herself by thinking about the last few days. Thinking became rationalization and soon, she realized the past needed to stay in the past. After all, going to Hawaii is a dream and the thought of fun lured her into a semi-relaxed zone aboard the plane. Time to forget the stress related to worrying about her father or that lionized bitch Tina at work and even her darling John who kept trying to please her while annoying the crap out of her. Inhaling deeply, she decided to meditate and soon felt better about leaving everything behind. Why would she owe anyone an explanation? It’s not like she’s married. This week, she’d be busy snorkeling with a cute guy, watching tropical sunsets, drinking fabulously wonderful fruity cocktails, hiking volcanoes and possibly kissing until sunrise. This week, home would be down below--35,000 feet below in the past.

SPAL: Oh Miss Evie, thank you for sharing with us today.

HB: But where are the peanuts?

SPAL: ***elbows his brother*** Say good-bye to Miss Evie, stupid. And stop your begging.

HB: But aren’t you sick of carrots and celery?

SPAL: Say good-bye to Miss Evie.

HB: Bye, by Miss Evie. Next time you come, can you bring us peanuts? The ones in the shell. Daddy-o lets us.

Guest Blogger Day: Eve Gaal

Today, I’m letting this sweetie have the stage. She’s spunky and cute. Warm and fuzzy-the good kind. I also believe she’s more angel than human sent from heaven to spread goodwill and humor.

When you’re done being entertained by her here, you should go visit her over at The Desert Rocks . She’ll entertain you with the occasional limerick, a few recipes, and little stories. Lately, she’s been giving dating advice.***giggle-giggle***

Okay. Before I get carried away here, I give Eve Gaal my blog. Here she is, folks.

Thanks for having me on your blog Shelly. I love the picture you have of the Emerald City which always makes me think of discovering new worlds…. There’s a new world out there we need to discover immediately and I thought I’d share some of my initial research.

Have you seen Pinterest? http://pinterest.com/ I’m not sure how it works, but I’m seeing some nice photography and gorgeous shots of delectable treats.I’m scanning the mountains, lakes the tree houses and book covers while my friends tell me they’re looking at the “Hunk” page. Okay, I’m in. It’s a nice page, and maybe I’ve been married too long, but the cupcakes are seriously more engaging. Pure dope. For one thing, the cupcakes go on and on for several pages and you can narrow down your search or expand it, depending on the flavor you’re looking for. Besides, I saw Brad on a magazine at the dentist. Old news and Angelina has her nails…well forgetaboutit.

Anyway, I was considering lemon cupcakes, and got sidetracked by a filled gingerbread and some sort of banana Nutella creation. Of course, by the time I finished my drooling, it was too late to start baking. OMG, there’s a recipe in there for a cookie/brownie bar with a layer of crushed Oreos and well it looked amazing, in fact it kind of gave me a hot flash.

Occasionally, I click through to see the blog attached to the photos and sometimes I get an “oops” type remark that the picture is no longer connected to what I’m looking for. This is extremely frustrating when you feel that you absolutely have to read or see a certain recipe, but otherwise I think it’s a cool place to hang out. I’ve made a few comments but I don’t really understand the “Pinning” process for those who have their own page full of favorites. This doesn’t mean I’m not going to go back to figure it out. I’m stubborn that way, and I love a challenge.

The most disturbing photos were on the book pages where people are actually making furniture out of books. Sorry, but even though I love the idea of recycling, I know those who won’t even turn down a page to harm a book.

I’ll go as far as writing in a margin, but Sacre Bleu, these people are making countertops and sofas out of them! What’s next, a home built from books?  

Anyway, check it out and hopefully you’ll have fun browsing all the cool stuff without getting distracted by…Brad.

Hey Eve! Who’s Brad? 

Anyway, thanks for dropping in today, Eve. I’ll see you around in the blog field and Facebook.

And to everyone else have a great day!

Later in the ink all,

Shelly

Slacker-Shelly Answers Two More Tag Questions, The Fly, and Why She’s Not Around Today

Slacker-Shelly was really hoping these other tag questions would disappear. But since Slackers file nothing, they’ve been sitting on her kitchen table staring at her, and whimpering, “Answer me. Answer me.” She can totally hear it in the fly voice from the movie “The Fly.” The Vincent Price version. Oh that was the best.

 

Wasn’t that the bestest fly scene ever?

Let’s move on….(What happened to Robb Logger? Anyone?)

So Eve Gaal over at The Desert Rocks tagged Slacker-Shelly. I really, really love, love her. She’s the best. Go check her out.

The Rules

Since Shelly-Slacker is a Slacker, she’s not going to repeat the rules.

The Questions

A couple posts ago Shelly-Slacker wrote she’d answer three more but she’s only going to answer two. She lied. The answers will be short and to the point. She likes questions that give her only two one worded options. Slackers like her love stuff like this.

6. What’s your favorite flower? Sunflower.

7. Do you have a distaste for cookbooks? No.

Shelly-Slacker must go now. She’s visiting with Baby Ho-Ho and Baby Glowstick today. She’s also visiting with her Dad. So Shelly-Slacker will be slacking from the internet today. She won’t be around but does wish all her bloggy-buddies a great day! And maybe Tuesday, she’ll be armed with baby pictures.

Later in the ink all,

Shelly-Slacker

Announcing the Hot Man, Shelly the Slacker, and Playing Tag

I’m late posting this today. Sorry, guys. I had to visit the doctor for my follow up, had to buy food, run other errands, and do some spot cleaning around the house. My family is rather helpless when it comes to certain things—food shopping and toilet scrubbing to name a few. I couldn’t possibly imagine what would happen if I were to die. What would the house end up looking like? Would Sir Poops and Hair Ball die of either dehydration or malnutrition? Would mold be the normal consumption for them (Sweetman and No-No) when I’m gone? Oh my….

So today, I name the next Hot Man of Blogs for this month. He reminds me of this guy.

Oh God! What was his name? I can’t remember. Holy schmolly! Guacamole!

Anyway, this month’s Hot Man is a teacher. A husband. And a father. I believe when he started his blog it was for the purpose of chronicling his baby son’s experiences. Poor little guy had some difficulties when he arrived into the world but he seems to be doing well now.

What I love about this is guy is his love for GOOD music and his uncanny honesty in all things.Yup. He’s truly in touch with his feelings. If he’s having a deplorable day, he’ll write about it. If he doesn’t like a book, he’ll let you know why he thought it sucked. I love this guy.

He also loves his wife and his son. He loves teaching. These are a few of the things that make him HOT!

So who is this Hottie? Brent Scott. You can find his blog at Building Castles . I hope you all go visit him. Tell him I sent you over.

Okay. On to my next issue….

SHELLY’S A SLACKER! No, really I am. I’m not much for these tag games and all the overwhelming rules that come with them. But my friend Eve Gaal over at The Desert Rocks tagged me. The only reason I can think of is because she’s trying to exercise me eye-brains.

Yup. She tagged me, and I’m it.

Since I’m a SLACKER and don’t like doing these things I’m doing it my way.

So here are my rules:

Shelly directed all her bloggy-peeps over to Eve Gaal’s blog.

Shelly will only answer five of the tag questions today saving another five for another day.

Shelly will more than likely drag this out over several blogs because she is a SLACKER and she really hates doing this stuff but she really, really loves Eve Gaal. She ‘s a sweetie-pie and it shines so in her writing.

Shelly will come up with her own questions for other tag-ees but will not name them or give her questions away yet. More than likely, Shelly will drag this one out over several blogs as well. I’m doing this kicking and screaming in a nice kind of way because I love Eve.

Eve’s Questions

1. Have you written a book? Yes. Dag-nabbit. Like three. Secondhand Shoes will soon be out. Just don’t pin me to a date yet.  My other two are patiently waiting for my return. I’ll be back. That’s what I told them.

2. Were you a participant in the famous underwear challenge of 2011? Dog-gonnit. You betcha. Well, SLACKER-SHELLY had Sir Poops and Hair Ball do it since underwear is more their thing. Especially if they can eat them. Not to mention, there’s a lot of pervs out in the world that visit this particular blog daily. I do believe I did a blog on that, titled Panty Fetishes.

3. What is your favorite children’s book? Ummmmmmmm…Pokey Little Puppy and Hansel and Gretel.

4.Tell us the last time you went to the library. Alone or with someone else? Ummmmm…like the last week in Janurary…no wait….maybe the first week in Feburary all by little lonesome.

5. Do you prefer the internet to research? What else would a slacker like me like? Right? I can sit on me arse and find whatever I need without having to get all dressed up and out of bed.

SLACKER SHELLY has had enough of this game. We will continue this at a later date.

Saturday, Sir Poops and Hair Ball will be on a cruise headed towards Mexico to seek out those thieves they saw on the news yesterday. They are in need of a vacation and I really need to post another book review. Norma Beishir’s, Chasing the Wind.

See you all later in the ink,

Shelly a/k/a SLACKER-SHELLY