I’m not sure if you guys still need me to post when there’s an updated DumpCast. I suppose I could set it up over on BlogRolling and ping it when it’s updated. Or maybe theres an RSS feed built in to the website (I use iWeb to do that one, I have no idea what’s built in. Is that lazy of me?)
Let’s see…in other news…I was really disappointed with my lunch today. I’m sorry, it had to be said. My dinner, however, was excellent. Thanks for cooking, Mr. Dump!
I’ve decided to not try out for American Idol. Mostly because I can’t really sing. I can sing but I can’t sing. So I would have to go on the show as one of those flashy people, you know, dressing up like a chicken or whatever. And that wouldn’t be good for anyone. You do NOT want to see me dressed up like a chicken, under any circumstances.
So no need to thank me. I know you’re grateful.
Oh and to make you even more thankful, I won’t be singing any Celine Dion. I never sing Celine Dion. I’m just sayin’.
No, no, no, no, we didn’t give her away. (Are you daft? She was one of Junior’s 10th birthday presents. You can’t just give away a birthday present like that. If you could, Mike the Fish wouldn’t have lived with us for 3+ years.)
No, we had a lot of issues with her in the fancy hamster home we originally purchased for her, as I mentioned in my earlier post. So we took Karen’s advice and bought a 10 gallon aquarium, one of those grate thingies for the top, a new “silent” wheel [more on that later] and a little wooden 2-story house. She digs the house. We decided that the bedroom is on the first floor, though, so it’s a non-traditional layout. I assumed the kitchen and living room were on the first floor, but that’s where she naps.
This is a good move for all of us, because I have to tell you, it’s far easier to clean a big glass square than it was to clean that nightmare of a cage. Sure, it looked good, but Izzy is a pooping and peeing machine, I tell you, and if I have to clean it more than once a week, I need it to be easy to do.
Oh, and the silent wheel. Well, it is silent. The wheel part. But the base that holds the wheel? When she’s running at full speed the whole thing kind of shakes and now that she’s in a glass box, the metal base thingy was just banging against the bottom of the tank. It sounded like a construction site. So I put a piece of cardboard in the bottom of the tank (also good for chewing!) and put the wheel on top of that. I didn’t hear her ONCE last night, which was the first time since we got her that I didn’t. I think we’re on the right path now – we just need to get Phantom to understand that she’s not a snack food waiting to be eaten.
Me: So, you awake in there?
Me: [poke poke]
Izzy: Hey! Oh, it’s you.
Me: Ya, it’s me. Who were you expecting?
Izzy: The short one. He sneaks me sunflower seeds when you aren’t looking. By the way, my ass is huge, I’m scared I won’t fit in the tubes soon.
Me: I’ll be sure to let him know.
Izzy: So what’s doin’?
Me: I wanted to talk to you about the purse thing.
Izzy: Oh, right. That.
Me: Ya, that. You know, that was my favorite Vera Bradley purse.
Izzy: I didn’t know that. You never told me.
Me: I shouldn’t have had to.
Izzy: Also, it was dark. And the thing was leaning against my cage. How was I supposed to know?
Me: I don’t know. I guess once you tasted it, could you have maybe thought to yourself “hey, this isn’t a food product”?
Izzy: Those pink things you put in my cage don’t taste like food products either, you know.
Me: Those are for you to gnaw on, so your teeth don’t grow out of control.
Izzy: Maybe I thought that’s what the strap was.
Izzy: Well maybe it was!
Izzy: Are you done? If I don’t get back to sleep I won’t be able to run in my wheel all night.