Thor is stilling roaming the house, checking everything out, making sure all is well.
Loki is still under the bed. This may require the Fancy Fancy, Fancy Feast Appetizers.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Fun Thorsday!
This is what we did today for Thor's Day!
Thor is stilling roaming the house, checking everything out, making sure all is well.
Loki is still under the bed. This may require the Fancy Fancy, Fancy Feast Appetizers.
Thor is stilling roaming the house, checking everything out, making sure all is well.
Loki is still under the bed. This may require the Fancy Fancy, Fancy Feast Appetizers.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Taxes!
I saw a comment to the effect that "I don't mind paying taxes, but I don't get any benefits from them." This person went on to explain how many people his taxes were supporting.
Okay. Here is a shocker: Your taxes go for more than welfare and food stamps.
Do you drive on roads and bridges? Your taxes paid for that.
Do you have police and fire protection? Your taxes paid for that.
Do you have a strong military to protect you? Your taxes paid for that.
Do you take drugs that the FDA approved of? Your taxes paid for that.
Do you drive a car with improved safety features? Your taxes paid for that.
Did your doctor, your accountant, your employer graduate from a public college? Your taxes paid for that.
Enjoyed a visit to a state or national park? Your taxes paid for that.
Welfare and food stamps are a small percentage of the budget.
Taxes are the price of being an American. Remember, freedom is not free! Some pay with their lives, most pay with their taxes.
The boyz say: What do you mean you need a tax deduction for cat hair removal?
Okay. Here is a shocker: Your taxes go for more than welfare and food stamps.
Do you drive on roads and bridges? Your taxes paid for that.
Do you have police and fire protection? Your taxes paid for that.
Do you have a strong military to protect you? Your taxes paid for that.
Do you take drugs that the FDA approved of? Your taxes paid for that.
Do you drive a car with improved safety features? Your taxes paid for that.
Did your doctor, your accountant, your employer graduate from a public college? Your taxes paid for that.
Enjoyed a visit to a state or national park? Your taxes paid for that.
Welfare and food stamps are a small percentage of the budget.
Taxes are the price of being an American. Remember, freedom is not free! Some pay with their lives, most pay with their taxes.
The boyz say: What do you mean you need a tax deduction for cat hair removal?
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Who's Your Kin?
In the South, a well brought up lady or gentleman would be able to answer that to at least four generations back.
Today, we went to Bethany Cemetery in search of some Nimitz kin. We did not locate them, but had an enjoyable sunny afternoon wandering the old cemetery and it's even older neighbor, Magnolia Cemetery.
I was doing some poking around, hoping to find some sort of hint as to where the family plot may be located within the cemetery when I stumbled across a photograph of my great-great-grandfather, Edward Wilson Sanders.
I have a copy of a letter written by my great-great-greatgrandmother to her daughter, who was married to Edward Sanders, just days before my great-grandmother, Anna Sanders, was born.
What a joy to find this photograph.
Last photograph on the page. I believe the second to last would be my great-great uncle.
Today, we went to Bethany Cemetery in search of some Nimitz kin. We did not locate them, but had an enjoyable sunny afternoon wandering the old cemetery and it's even older neighbor, Magnolia Cemetery.
I was doing some poking around, hoping to find some sort of hint as to where the family plot may be located within the cemetery when I stumbled across a photograph of my great-great-grandfather, Edward Wilson Sanders.
I have a copy of a letter written by my great-great-greatgrandmother to her daughter, who was married to Edward Sanders, just days before my great-grandmother, Anna Sanders, was born.
What a joy to find this photograph.
Last photograph on the page. I believe the second to last would be my great-great uncle.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Ah, the South!
Cat picture to begin because I can't make the laptop work:
Last week it was snowing. Four inches. Today I had the windows open in the car and was too hot in a sweater.
Took my mom for some minor surgery today to remove a cyst from her knee. (and am really quite jealous that she has an easily fixable knee problem) She's doing fine but is going to be in some pain tomorrow. Was playing nurse/physical therapist all day. She is able to do the things she needs to do and my brother is there with her so I'll go back over tomorrow and do some more therapy stuff.
Scene: Surgery center waiting room. Man comes in. Sits down. Gets up and goes to receptionist desk. Asks her if the television playing is a "regular" TV because the Tiger Woods press conference is going to come on soon. Is reassured that the TV is a regular channel. Man sits back down and loudly announces to his companion, "I don't believe in all this celebrity hounding." Man and companion get up and walk closer to TV set to watch once the conference starts and has plenty to say about it.
Scene: Same as above. After press conference, group discussing it. Woman says (of Tiger's wife) "She should have just beat the shit out of him." Considered asking if she would have felt that Tiger should have "beaten the shit" out of his wife if she had been cheating, but refrained. Because as Jason has been telling me for a long time now: "People don't want to think, they just want to say things."
Last week it was snowing. Four inches. Today I had the windows open in the car and was too hot in a sweater.
Took my mom for some minor surgery today to remove a cyst from her knee. (and am really quite jealous that she has an easily fixable knee problem) She's doing fine but is going to be in some pain tomorrow. Was playing nurse/physical therapist all day. She is able to do the things she needs to do and my brother is there with her so I'll go back over tomorrow and do some more therapy stuff.
Scene: Surgery center waiting room. Man comes in. Sits down. Gets up and goes to receptionist desk. Asks her if the television playing is a "regular" TV because the Tiger Woods press conference is going to come on soon. Is reassured that the TV is a regular channel. Man sits back down and loudly announces to his companion, "I don't believe in all this celebrity hounding." Man and companion get up and walk closer to TV set to watch once the conference starts and has plenty to say about it.
Scene: Same as above. After press conference, group discussing it. Woman says (of Tiger's wife) "She should have just beat the shit out of him." Considered asking if she would have felt that Tiger should have "beaten the shit" out of his wife if she had been cheating, but refrained. Because as Jason has been telling me for a long time now: "People don't want to think, they just want to say things."
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Reposting Snowmaggedon, the Aftermath
Some people have been having trouble viewing this so I'm reposting hoping it will work.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Loki Sunday
We put food and water in the front room one day when Loki was being Crazy Loki and they liked the novelty of it and you are supposed to provide novelty to indoor-only cats so we left it for a while. Until I discovered the origin of the water drops on the floor.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Snowmaggedon!
So, apparently it is supposed to snow later today and overnight. Three to five inches of snow on the ground, up to an inch on the beach.
I am so glad that I don't have to be out in the insanity of Friday rush hour plus mad dash to the stores for bread and milk.
I have bread. I have milk. I have coffee. I have two jars of peanut butter and most importantly, I have four bottles of wine.
I am,however, doing the massive pile of laundry so that if the power goes out, I'll have clean clothes to layer on. (I can't put my arms down!!)
Jason has sworn to toss Thor in the snow.
Thor sez: Go ahead, make my day.
I am so glad that I don't have to be out in the insanity of Friday rush hour plus mad dash to the stores for bread and milk.
I have bread. I have milk. I have coffee. I have two jars of peanut butter and most importantly, I have four bottles of wine.
I am,however, doing the massive pile of laundry so that if the power goes out, I'll have clean clothes to layer on. (I can't put my arms down!!)
Jason has sworn to toss Thor in the snow.
Thor sez: Go ahead, make my day.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Magnolia Cat Strolling Along the Ashley River
He usually stays up at the plantation house, but showed up at the river for a little stroll.
Monday, February 08, 2010
The In Place To Be
Apparently is my backyard and under the house if you are a couple of studly Casanova Kitties chasing after a comely Kitty Gal.
Yesterday they were chasing each other around the yard, under the shed, through the marsh and into my neighbor's yards.
Then at some point, she broke into the weak link in the under the house protection and we could hear the thumpity-thump-thump as she explored her new hide out.
Until one of the Casanova's found her.
Yowling ensued.
Loki and Thor freak outs ensued. No bloodshed or hissy fits. So far all is calm.
But when I got home this morning, Black and White Casanova (identified by the BIG old unneutered male look about him) rushed up to me and rather rudely demanded that I adopt him. Or give him food. I had to chase him off. Honestly, I had to push him (gently!) through the neighbors fence with my foot. Where he stood and YELLED at me for quite a while.
Thor sez: We ain't afraid of no toms!
Yesterday they were chasing each other around the yard, under the shed, through the marsh and into my neighbor's yards.
Then at some point, she broke into the weak link in the under the house protection and we could hear the thumpity-thump-thump as she explored her new hide out.
Until one of the Casanova's found her.
Yowling ensued.
Loki and Thor freak outs ensued. No bloodshed or hissy fits. So far all is calm.
But when I got home this morning, Black and White Casanova (identified by the BIG old unneutered male look about him) rushed up to me and rather rudely demanded that I adopt him. Or give him food. I had to chase him off. Honestly, I had to push him (gently!) through the neighbors fence with my foot. Where he stood and YELLED at me for quite a while.
Thor sez: We ain't afraid of no toms!
Sunday, February 07, 2010
Thursday, February 04, 2010
Thor's Day!
Well, first, there will be no Thor pictures today. Why? Well because I am writing this on Jason's laptop in the back room, trapped behind locked doors.
Why?
Well, because Thor had some sort of drama this morning. Not sure what, I was unpacking groceries, heard a blood curdling yowl, turned, saw Thor with his tail fluffed to FULL capacity stalking Loki. Loki was hissing and running, so I shut the door to separate them.
Thor spent the next ten minutes at full fluff, sniffing at me like I was the enemy. I don't know what happened, but Loki is freaked and Thor is being an absolute snot. He is snuggly and loving when I am on his side of the door, a Tasmanian screech devil ripping the door down (nearly popping two locks) when ever I go to the other side.
Loki has food, water, a litter box and his most favorite of places, under the bed. But I think this is going to take a day or so to resolve.
Pissant.
Why?
Well, because Thor had some sort of drama this morning. Not sure what, I was unpacking groceries, heard a blood curdling yowl, turned, saw Thor with his tail fluffed to FULL capacity stalking Loki. Loki was hissing and running, so I shut the door to separate them.
Thor spent the next ten minutes at full fluff, sniffing at me like I was the enemy. I don't know what happened, but Loki is freaked and Thor is being an absolute snot. He is snuggly and loving when I am on his side of the door, a Tasmanian screech devil ripping the door down (nearly popping two locks) when ever I go to the other side.
Loki has food, water, a litter box and his most favorite of places, under the bed. But I think this is going to take a day or so to resolve.
Pissant.
Monday, February 01, 2010
Bad Kitten Mommy!
Oh, the Loki guilt I am getting. I can't believe I forgot Loki Sunday! It's been a strange week and is only going to get stranger as we move into next week.
Loki sez: You call that an apology? Where is my fancy Fancy Feast Chicken Florentine with Garden Greens????
As some may know, I came out of the closet recently and admitted to a near crippling bout of serious depression that has been going on for almost a year now, and rapidly got much worse in last few months of the year.
I'd been putting a good face on and pretending and hiding pretty well, but basically through December, I stayed in bed until I "had" to do something or interact with other humans, then put on my happy face for as long as I could.
And I come to have a little insight into all those "out of no-where" suicides that we've all known. A person can fake it for a good long while. It was scary when I started telling people the truth and most had no idea.
Then you add in the guilt factor. I have absolutely nothing to be depressed about. In a country where people are afraid for their jobs, I have had it pretty good. Good, stable job, good income, affordable home that I wasn't stressing about, good physical health, great relationship, healthy, happy family.
I love my FP doc, when I told her the above, she rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, yeah, nothing except that you are perimenopausal and you stopped taking your hormone birth control about six months ago and your brain chemistry is probably completely out of whack."
So I started on a medication and it was amazing, about the second week, I just got out of bed one morning and felt like ME again.
Now I am trying to clean up the mess of having done nothing essentially for the last four months. Getting myself back on track both physically and emotionally and mentally.
Loki sez: I'm sad cos I don't have extra breakfasts or extra cat nip parties.
Loki sez: You call that an apology? Where is my fancy Fancy Feast Chicken Florentine with Garden Greens????
As some may know, I came out of the closet recently and admitted to a near crippling bout of serious depression that has been going on for almost a year now, and rapidly got much worse in last few months of the year.
I'd been putting a good face on and pretending and hiding pretty well, but basically through December, I stayed in bed until I "had" to do something or interact with other humans, then put on my happy face for as long as I could.
And I come to have a little insight into all those "out of no-where" suicides that we've all known. A person can fake it for a good long while. It was scary when I started telling people the truth and most had no idea.
Then you add in the guilt factor. I have absolutely nothing to be depressed about. In a country where people are afraid for their jobs, I have had it pretty good. Good, stable job, good income, affordable home that I wasn't stressing about, good physical health, great relationship, healthy, happy family.
I love my FP doc, when I told her the above, she rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, yeah, nothing except that you are perimenopausal and you stopped taking your hormone birth control about six months ago and your brain chemistry is probably completely out of whack."
So I started on a medication and it was amazing, about the second week, I just got out of bed one morning and felt like ME again.
Now I am trying to clean up the mess of having done nothing essentially for the last four months. Getting myself back on track both physically and emotionally and mentally.
Loki sez: I'm sad cos I don't have extra breakfasts or extra cat nip parties.
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