Jessie-Blogs: 2008

uploading, reloading, unloading and getting a tick

Okay, I have entered the world of blogging, bloggers, and blogospheres and have burst through the atmosphere for planet Picasa, an online photo-website where I can store and catalogue all my photos for free. While I am relieved that I am not nearly the website retard I was when I awoke this morning, I am now suffering from a serious case of upload-download-edit-NECK. This condition, I fear, is so acute that it might only respond to some serious snacking and lounging on the couch in a state of technologically puffed-up pride. The latter condition may need therapeutic remedies of another kind. However, I am willing to take the risk.

Mark (my husband) at the Archery Range

It's not a bra, it's a shoulder protector.

Greggor the Greggor

Gregg Adair is a fine character actor. If you're intrigued by his photo, email him at: gadair11@yahoo.com

Gorilla Dad with Gorilla Coffee

Work it Dad.

Are You Lookin' at Me?

Jabadahut with Fur

I clean up as far as possible and down as far as possible... I can't always reach possible.

An Ollie in the Sun

After this I will do wind-relieving pose and then maybe the cobra.

Jessie's Last Gig

Giggin' with Jason at the C'Note in NYC,
1 month before it closed.

Lyndy gets religious.

Yeah, my people think I'm new to the Word. But uh, I've been a Bible reading Christ-Cat for years. I would think they would have noticed my Christ-like ways by now: like how I don't even get mad when they fart... I mean I'm right on their lap, yewhew. Oh, or all the times I've let them have the best seat on the couch. Oh, oh ... oh or all the times I cleaned my paws BEFORE dunking them in their milk glasses. OH and let me not fail to mention that I don't even lick the butter... no I don't, that's my brother Ollie, for real man.