I was born in the Year of the Incontinent Aardvark.
Depends-dependent ‘varks, are known for their luxuriant hair, though prone to baldness, if you know what I mean. Quick to anger and even quicker when our indiscretions are discovered, we dampish and slightly musty near-ungulates spend a great deal alone like our solitary and nocturnal spirit creature….
A prize? A prize? We ‘varks don’t wear panties! Well not we big muscular (and significantly male) ones, anyhow, or if we do it’s not something we want spread around much. How about a pack of them there useful external catheters? One of those and a trouser-leg length of PVC tubing are an invaluable accessory for long hang gliding flights….
I’m a piggie-wig too. For years I thought I was a rat because I was born in 1972, but I was born before the Chinese New Year and only just found out I’m a pig. My husband is a rat, and I have a monkey and a bunny to take care of. I plan on getting a Chinese horoscope family totem pole tattoo with all of our signs on it.
Funny you mentioned this, my son and I were talking about the Chinese New Year, and I found pictures online to printout and colour (he’s 4.5 and loves crayons). He actually remembered who everyone in our family was when it comes to the Chinese zodiac.
Me – Ox
hubby – rat
son – horse
daughter – rooster
baby-on-the-way – looks like it’s gonna be a pig!
I’m a water ox.
However, “As one might guess, such people are dependable, calm, and modest. Like their animal namesake, the Ox is unswervingly patient, tireless in their work, and capable of enduring any amount of hardship without complaint.” – Wikipedia on the Ox, so very not me 🙂
I’m a boar, so supposedly it’s my year. We’ll see.
A rat, apparently, if I remember correctly.
Monkey here.
Actually, I’m a double Monkey – supposedly Gemini corresponds to Monkey, so I’ve got both the lunar month and year covered.
Horse – and Sagittarius. Equine through and through.
Boar? Rat? And I thought ox was bad.
I always wanted to be a monkey. Or a snake. And I’m a Libra, too, an inanimate object!
Astrology blows.
I’m a dog. No wisecracks.
I just found out I missed the fireworks display in Chinatown today. Poot.
Dragon, here!
Mixter
I’m a dragon, specifically a wood dragon.
http://www.tuvy.com/entertainment/horoscope/wood_dragon.htm
I was born in the Year of the Incontinent Aardvark.
Depends-dependent ‘varks, are known for their luxuriant hair, though prone to baldness, if you know what I mean. Quick to anger and even quicker when our indiscretions are discovered, we dampish and slightly musty near-ungulates spend a great deal alone like our solitary and nocturnal spirit creature….
I think Incontinent Aardvark wins the prize. Not sure what the prize is — a deluxe box of panty liners?
A prize? A prize? We ‘varks don’t wear panties! Well not we big muscular (and significantly male) ones, anyhow, or if we do it’s not something we want spread around much. How about a pack of them there useful external catheters? One of those and a trouser-leg length of PVC tubing are an invaluable accessory for long hang gliding flights….
Everybody wants to be born in the year of the dragon. I think I’m a rat.
But I’d like to be born in the year of the ocelot. Or the cassowary.
an old poem by an old friend:
bah. I’ve looked for three whole minutes for a damn calendar with no luck. I’m going to go drink coffee.
I’m a piggie-wig too. For years I thought I was a rat because I was born in 1972, but I was born before the Chinese New Year and only just found out I’m a pig. My husband is a rat, and I have a monkey and a bunny to take care of. I plan on getting a Chinese horoscope family totem pole tattoo with all of our signs on it.
Funny you mentioned this, my son and I were talking about the Chinese New Year, and I found pictures online to printout and colour (he’s 4.5 and loves crayons). He actually remembered who everyone in our family was when it comes to the Chinese zodiac.
Me – Ox
hubby – rat
son – horse
daughter – rooster
baby-on-the-way – looks like it’s gonna be a pig!
Rella
Ooh, thanks for the link, Tam! I’m not just a horse, I’m a FIRE HORSE!!! How cool is that?
A fire aardvark would be cooler, though.
I’m a water ox.
However, “As one might guess, such people are dependable, calm, and modest. Like their animal namesake, the Ox is unswervingly patient, tireless in their work, and capable of enduring any amount of hardship without complaint.” – Wikipedia on the Ox, so very not me 🙂
A Rat.
Not a mat, nor a bat nor a cat.
Drat.
At least I’m not fat.
huh…i just commented but it didnt show up…i’m a rabbit. a fire rabbit, to be precise. cool.
[…] PS. Thanks to Tam, via Doug, for the link. […]
Jeez o’ pete, we’re up to TWENTY comments?
I should write one sentence blogs more often!
A single sentence leaves much more to our imaginations.
Congrats, BTW – I’ve never come close to 20 comments on a single post.
Oh hell, I don’t know. Can’t I just be a fuwwy wiwwle kitty?
Go for it, Erin. Be a pussy 🙂
I’m a Wood Rooster.
My ex was a Rat (in more ways than I can count).
Both my children are Monkeys (how’s that for spacing!)as is my current boyfriend.