Okay. So here are some pictures in no certain order of importance. First, I would like to formally introduce you to Rambo. Rambo is the cat you hear in many of my vlogs. He actually wasn't meowing for food in that vlog, but talking to one of his imaginary cat friends in the kitchen. He chases them around in the morning, and if you catch him in mid run...he looks at you like...yes...can I help you? And then he takes off running again.
He is a "special cat". I will get an ariel shot of him for you bc I swear he is shaped like a hippo. He weighs in at 19 pounds. He will eat dog food if we aren't careful. I will think Shelby (my dog) is in the kitchen bc I can hear the 'crunch crunch' and it will be Rambo, laying on his side, head hanging into the bowl, pawing one piece out at a time...eating it. He came to my bosses house 2 years ago this September after Hurricane Gustav. We mostly just call him Fat Boy.
Next is Gracy. She is MY cat and comes all the way from Kansas. I have had her for almost 6 years. She is soft, and ladylike. She loves to play fetch with my hair bands. She also loves to wrestle our Wii drumsticks. I am giving her to my mom this weekend. Gracy is going to become a boat cat. My mom wants so badly a cat who likes attention...and her last two attempts turned out bad. So, because Gracy has become the ultimate lapcat, and my parents are retired and can love on her 24/7, I have decided to loan her out.Gracy is the one you usually SEE in my vlogs.
And since we are speaking about cats. I saw this in my Cosmo whilst I was reading at the beach this weekend. I almost choked on my water! There are punch out stencils available in this months edition. Stencils for your pubies! Drazil! Are you paying attention? No thunderbolt stencil, but I took a picture because apparently Cosmo is secretly reading our blogs and stealing our ideas damn it! Speaking of, Tracey was joking around and mentioned I should grow it out so he could see it. I had to take him by the hands, look deep into his eyes, and tell him...No. I told him the story of the little troll doll that would appear in a faux hawk. I told him he wasn't ready. Not now. Not ever.
Next is a shot of my boobs in a sports bra! YEAH! Amy's boobs!!! I am posting these bc last week Angie and I were talking boob shop and I told her that although my bra is a 36DD, and my boobs fill it out...they look so damn small to me!
But today I thought I would post two of the ones that I grunted at. In all fairness, Tracey insisted on taking the shot of my legs from behind. Part of taking good photos is knowing what works for you...and a rear shot of my thighs dear friends...does NOT work for me.
And then there is this little beauty! I was dancing in the water and doing a salutation to mermaids everywhere. But what sweet mermaid mother is rising from my shelf ass area? You see, in throwing my arms up and arching my back...I have pushed all available fat into one location. Sigh.
Kisses and ear whispers!