Weird British foods

Well, I have to say, there's some cool variety of spicy and exotic foods in Britain these days. A couple that I noted with salivating tastebuds were: A Chicken Tikka Cornish Pasty (a tasteful collaboration between south India and south-west England!) and Oizza Hut was offering a smashing sounding challenge for the nostrils in their new Piri-piri Pizza! (piri-piri is Portuguese chilli paste)...

Buzz is alive!

Last time we were on the Isle of Arran, where my Mum and Dad live, sharp eyes (I think it was Emily) reported that there was a tiny Buzz Lightyear toy bravely waving out at passing cars from a garage roof on the road from Lamlash to Whiting Bay! We first spotted him in August 2007.

Well, I'm happy to report that Buzz still proudly sits on his roof, exposed to the ravages of a Scottish winter, although I noted that he is now attached by a piece of wire to a heavy brick to prevent him from flying away!

Kats and Dogs

The history of this starts in high school when my sister started calling me Kat.  Then somewhere after college a few friends also started calling me Kat.  Then sometime after that - can you tell middle age must have already happened since I can't recall exactly when...not that you'd be interested - I started saying that I'm the only cat that I would ever love.  Then there was a missions speaker once who started his sermon with this:  There are two kinds of people in this world.  Can you guess?  Lots of people said lots of things, but I said to those around "Cat people and dog people"... and I was right...much to my hubby's chagrin :-) 

Now you have to also understand that Dom and I and my sister sit firmly in the dog lover camp.

Now speed forward to January 2009 when I'm at this women's meeting taking place at the home of a lady with a cat.  Lots of the women there wanted to pet this cat, but I ignored it since if I play with one my nose tends to stuff up and become rather unpleasant...

Guess whose lap this cat chose to sit in.  Yup!  Mine.  

Now go to February 2009.  Same lady's house.  Same cat.  Guess where the photographer took a photo of said cat.  Right again.  Mine.

So now comes the owwee.  I'm coming to realize just how cat-like I actually am.  Yes, I'm pretty me-centered.  And I definitely like it when I'm in charge.  I even have this thing I call the Ursula complex.  Think the end of the Little Mermaid.  Yes, not pretty, is it?  

Gotta just love this sinful-awareness thing...  All in all, I think I prefer thinking of myself as a cat as opposed to an Ursula.  It's just a little bit less disgusting...  Isn't that such a normal thing - trying to make sin seen nice.  

Gross...