Monday, August 24, 2009

Looking Out My Back Door

Yesterday, Momma Deer and the fawns were hanging out again. They are so skittish - they will bolt if they see a curtain move or spot one of us in the window - that you forget that it is a MOMMA and her babies.

I managed to snap these just after a squirrel had knocked over a bird feeder and startled the deer. Momma charged towards the spot, head and tail up, looking very scary for a moment.


Carolina Chickadee

Tufted Titmouse

Mr. Cardinal (on the trellis over the new patio)

Scared straight:

The boyz say: We'll be good, no deer hunting!

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Don't mess with the Bradford Pears! - A special JAZ Guest Blog.

JAZ here. JanetLee gave me permission to guest blog on KotK today.

I was mowing the grass when JanetLee pointed out some weird web-like stuff enclosing a couple of the lower branches of one of the Bradford Pear trees.

It was obviously killing the leaves. This is not a good thing.

I am not sure if it is a fungus or the handiwork of some kind of evil spider-like monster that hates Bradford Pears, but either way, I want it gone so that my big, beautiful trees can stay healthy.

I went to the shed, grabbed a saw and some pruning seal, and proceeded to amputate the branches that were damaged. Luckily, it seems like only two very low branches have been impacted by this.

Here is another look at the damage:



If anyone has any insight into what might be the culprit (or, more to the point, how I might successfully get rid of the culprit), that would be extremely copacetic.

We live in a semi-tropical climate near a marsh, if that's any help.



Thor sez: "Let me at those spider monsters! I'll teach them not to hurt the Bradford Pears!"

Friday, August 21, 2009

Blatant Product Endorsement

As my faithful followers may remember, Thor recently had a little problem with an almost really serious fecal impaction due to a hairball. One of the recommendations for prevention of another incident was to give Thor some hairball remedy every other day.

No problem.

Oh, wait, serious problem.

Thor HATES hairball remedy. I must have purchased at least six different brands and flavors (at up to $8 each) and he hated them all. So did Loki. So we had to force him to take it. Sneak up on him, pry open the jaw and scrape the goo on his teeth. We tried putting it on his paw but all we got was a very dirty paw and goo on furniture.

Then I saw Nutri-Vet's Hairball Paw-Gel for cats at the Pet Smart and actually stood there berating myself wanting to throw more money away on another product that Thor would not take. But then I gave in because it was all natural, no preservatives or artificial colors or flavors. Figured if I had to force him, at least let's make as healthy as possible.

He was a little gun shy whenever he saw the tube and an outstretched finger. But after touching it to his nose, he decided he sort of liked it. (Hey Thorbie!) Now he would eat the entire tube if I kept giving it to him.

And now we have another problem. Loki loves it too. And he isn't supposed to have it as much as Thor because he doesn't have a, um, digestive problem. So I have to give him a little taste while feeding it to Thor.

And now, instead of a cat who runs and hides when we come near, we have this:

Thor sez: This is TEH BOMB!

Promises, Promises

I solemnly swear that I will get at least one of the special chores on my chore list done this weekend. Or by Monday.

(Scouring list trying to find the least work, least sneezy stuff involved, easiest chore.)

Thor sez: Build a stairway to the way up high place?

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Thor's Day!

Ben, the two of us need look no more

We both found what we were looking for

With a friend to call my own

I'll never be alone

and you, my friend, will see

you've got a friend in me.
(Ben, songwriters Walter Scharf, Don Black Performed by Micheal Jackson)

Loki sez: For Pete's freaking sake!

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Wonky Wednesday

Still in CEU hell. Getting dizzy staring at computer screen. I did find something of interest of all you out there with new babies - a research article that seemed to find (because with infant behavior it's never 100%) that when getting the DPT(diphtheria, polio, tetanus, pertussis) and PCV(pnuemococcal) vaccines at the same time/visit, giving the DPT first, then the PCV seems to lower the infant's pain response.

So if you have a baby getting both, just ask them to give in that order.

No-one died from my Thai-flavors inspired meal last night, believe it or not.

New computer is making me feel old and cranky. The old stuff was good enough. I haven't figured out how to download, edit, save, and (most importantly) FIND photos, so we are stuck with choices from the few folders I can find.

Thor sez: I almost died of starvation cos you said Thai food wasn't appropriate for felines.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Craving

I'm seriously craving some Thai food. Hot, spicy, cilantro-laced, eggplant molten lava poured over rice.

Since trotting up to my favorite place, Mai Thai, in North Chuck is not good for tonight, I shall engage in my favorite googling activity: "how to...."

Two hours of sleep. This should be good. If either of us is hospitalized, I swear it's not my fault.

The boyz say: This is not cilantro!

Monday, August 17, 2009

Brain Busting Monday

Nurse stuff day. TB negative. CPR renewed. NRP..still valid, yeah! NCC recertification done. Classes enrolled in. CEU collection underway. Need 15 CEU's for hospital, 30 for the state.

Ugh. What happened to the days of only needing to renew CPR, pass the fire safety and proper body mechanics tests and get a TB test?

The boyz say: Mom's concentrating, let's start some shitake.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Why The 'Tude?

Sarcastic commenter on why there should be no health insurance for the poor (from this morning's P&C site, paraphrased): "Because it's never their fault that they are poor, unemployed and stupid."

Actually, in most cases it isn't the individual's fault that they are poor, unemployed and stupid.

I shall again climb on my soapbox for the babies of this state that everyone seems to love so much.

From birth to approximately two years of age is the "make or break" time for stimulating the brain to grow so that the individual can learn once they get to school age. If not properly fed and stimulated, the potential intellect of the individual is limited. Sometimes slightly, sometimes severely.

From birth to approximately three years of age is the "make or break" time for development of inter-personal skills and self esteem. If in those years, you do not receive the proper discipline and teaching of how to behave and interact, then you will have extreme difficulty fitting in at school. Not to mention that infants and toddlers who have been emotionally and verbally abused come out of those years angry, fearful and incapable of trusting themselves. Those children are pretty much doomed once they hit school age. They don't have the skills to get along with others, they don't have the basics such as ABC's, counting or even colors, they don't have any idea that they are capable of learning.

Children who have had their brain development stunted in infancy, their sense of themselves as capable beings destroyed by age three are rarely able to succeed in school, leading to dropping out, drug and alcohol use, a drift into crime, teenage pregnancy, and unemployment and poverty.

And for most, this was set up before they had reached age two. So I can hardly see where they can be fully blamed for their position in life.

And as for personal responsibility once reaching adulthood, I'm all for it. But the problem is that there are very few resources for those who seek to improve themselves. Want to get off drugs/alcohol, but don't have $30K for private rehab? It's months and months and months on a waiting list for public rehab. Want to enter into an apprenticeship program to learn a skill? Sorry, did away with those when we decided that every child should go to college.

It takes a very determined, mental illness free, drug/alcohol free person to overcome the damage done to them before age two. There are few options.

The only reliable option our society gives the poor is to go on welfare. We punish them when they try to get off (the minute you get a job, you begin to lose benefits, benefits that the entry-level job pay will not replace, making people worse off working than when on welfare, instead of weaning the benefits as the person gains experience and gets raises, etc.).

We need to do a better job of reaching parents and infants before age two and provide them with not only financial assistance in the form of welfare, but give them real life help with nutrition, child development, parenting skills, educational assistance, job skills training.

But, people scream, we don't want to have to pay for this! People should just learn to do this on their own!

True, but they aren't.

And we can pay for it now or we can pay for it later with increased crime, increased welfare rolls, decreased employment.

Thor sez: There you go being all common sense and stuff again! People don't want a solution, they want someone to feel better than and something to bitch about.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Finally Friday!

Yippee! There has been much weirdness in my world this week. I'm finding myself deeply disappointed in people, something which rarely happens, because I am probably deeply disappointing to others, so I am extremely tolerant.

But the levels of stupidity I am witnessing in otherwise intelligent human beings is so profound that I cannot believe they don't know better, but rather are choosing to embrace lies and meanness and bitterness.

That is disappointing.

What is not disappointing is the brand spanking new desk top computer that JAZ the marvelous purchased and set up. It's faster than an American jumping to a conclusion. (okay ladies - he even cleaned off, organized and dusted the desk. He even PULLED UP THE RUG and swept underneath. uh huh)

And speaking of the great and powerful JAZ, if you happen to be wandering around West Ashley tomorrow, he will be reading one of his super fab short stories for Trident Literary at Barnes & Noble 11am.

Thor sez: I noticed all the rubber bands, pencils, pens, paper clips are gone. All the fun stuff.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Thor's Day!

The keyboard creep.






Thor sez: Ha ha, you're a pillow!

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

The Subtle Art of Self-Manipulation

Sometimes it's more like the sledgehammer of self manipulation.

See, I am a very lazy person. It takes next to nothing for me to talk myself out of doing something I should be doing.

I really admire people who can just do everything they need/should/want/gotta.

I am so not like that. I have to manipulate myself into doing things I know I should be doing when flopping on the couch and reading seems like such a better idea. And it is very hard to trick myself as I know all my tricks.

Need to update my blog? Spider Solitaire is so much easier and who cares if half the links are defunct?

Vacuum? Why? Is a cat hair allergic person coming over today? Besides, they know when I vacuum and start actively re-hairing up the place.

Scrub the toilets? But Gilmore Girls is on!

Funny thing I noticed though is that years ago, I used painting every room in this house as a way out of working on Since I've Been Loving You. Now that I need to repaint (and am several years older and a lot less "OMG I BOUGHT A HOUSE BY MYSELF AND IT'S MINE MINE MINE"), I'm finding the reverse is true. Just the act of buying paint and paint brushes drives me to the computer and my latest project.

I have a list of projects. Stuff like: clean and paint laundry room (that one is done); clean out and paint inside of kitchen cabinets (I opened up all the cabinets, said "oh that's not too much, it'll just be the hassle of dragging everything out", sighed and closed the doors); clean out the hall closets (now this one, I have a real excuse - we have something like ten trillion old blankets and towels and sheets and stuff and I can't just throw them away and need to check with the shelters for both humans and animals to see about donating); sand and repaint the front porch rail (well, that's pretty self-explanatory that ain't getting done until it isn't 10 trillion degrees outside).

Maybe if I couldn't listen to Pandora radio or look at I Can Has Cheezburger until I'd done one productive thing....just one.

Thor sez: Productive? Like taking pictures of my spots?

Monday, August 10, 2009

Getting My Bird Geek On

I hung a new feeder off the back porch (Cable Cat TV) because I'm trying to move all the bird stuff to the back yard. The usual suspects began showing up right away:

Sparrows


Tufted Titmice


Carolina Chickadees


Then I peeked out at just the right time and found this little lady, a bird I'd never seen before although I knew they had to live close by.
Mrs. Painted Bunting.

I'm patiently waiting for her husband to show up. Loki is on watch, with orders to meow if there is a sighting.

Loki sez: Can't talk, on duty.

Sunday, August 09, 2009

Loki Sunday!

Loki has been so brave this week! His granny came over and he didn't run and hide in terror (just cowered at the top of the cat tree) and he let her pet him!

Loki sez: I'm learning to like to make new friends.

There was the great stuffing into the cat carrier, accomplished with only a moderate amount of hissing (and the low dose sedative the vet sent for him)and zero blood shed this time.

I still did not like that one bit!

And after the vet visit, he only hid under the bed for an hour, only hissed at his brother once and by that afternoon (usually takes 3-4 days), he and Thor were best buddies again.

Yeah, it was tough, but I'm tougher.

Saturday, August 08, 2009

Why Can't I Wear Pajamas Everywhere?

Going to class this morning where I have to dress, look, speak and act like a real grown up professional person. Bra, pointy toe shoes, make up and all.

Vomit.

Thor sez: For an ice-breaker, show them that game you play where you run down the hall with your hands up like claws, screaming "rrrrraaaaahhh" while we pretend to run in terror of the monster.

Friday, August 07, 2009

Plausibility

You know that old saying, "if something sounds too good to be true, it probably isn't"?

We need to bring back another one: "if something sounds too stupid to be true, it probably isn't".

What has become of our intellectual culture when we can hear some bit of a rumor or propaganda and not be able to tell that it probably is, if not an outright lie, at very best a gross distortion?

Is it the new emotional addiction we have to indignant outrage and feelings of persecution?

If we aren't feeling outraged or persecuted, then we have no feelings at all?

Three things I have heard otherwise reasonable, intelligent people say:

1. Obama's health plan will require the elderly to be visited by a government official who will ask them how they want to die.

(This is probably a distortion of the hospice clause.)

2. Obama's health plan will outlaw cesarean section births, regardless of maternal/child outcome.

(I have NO idea how this one came about.)

3. Obama's health plan will require the euthanization of every cat in America because so many people are allergic to them.

(Oh, wait, that was Loki, never mind.)

Edit: Editorial that says it all better than I ever could, especially the last paragraph.

Loki sez: Can I hide in the attic when the government officials start going door to door looking for felines?

Thursday, August 06, 2009

Thor's Day!

Thor, the mighty (toy) mouse hunter!




Thor sez: It fell off.

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Project Tuesday

(and probably Wednesday and Thursday)

I've cleaned out the laundry room. About to begin removing various wall stuff that I've never used (paper towel roll and towel rack?).

Then the spackling shall begin.

Followed by putting up painter's tape. (if I can keep Thor from ripping it off and chewing on it)

Does anyone know how to remove a sink? There is a nasty gross plastic mud sink in there that blocks the water heater door. And I've never used it. And if it wasn't there, I could put an upright deep freezer in there.

Then I shall paint it blue. (The room, not the upright freezer)

Why blue?

Because when I painted the bathroom I KNEW I only needed a quart of paint. But my OCD doesn't allow me to only buy a quart of paint. (What if it isn't really enough, what if I have to buy more and the shades don't match????)

So, I have a little left over blue paint.

Thor sez: Fine! Didn't want to help you anyway.

Monday, August 03, 2009

Marvelous Monday

Marvelous because:

I've taken a random week off from work. I have the worst problem: I have too many paid time off hours accumulated and am in constant danger of capping out so I'm forced to just take time off whenever possible. Horrors.

I'm turning the keyboard keys red because I bought a pound of fresh cherries this morning and now cannot stop eating them.

I've got my Pandora Allman Brothers radio station (heavy on Stevie Ray Vaughn, Jimi, the Stones, and Creedence with a smidgen of Lynyrd tossed it) cranked up to ELEVEN and I can if I wanna cos I'm a grown up.

I don't really have to clean out and paint the laundry room if I don't want to because writing is more important.

I will actually be off this Saturday and able to attend a Charleston Center for Women's Women Writers Forum.

No-one has hissed at anyone yet today.

Thor sez: Just give him a minute, I'm sure something will freak him out by sundown.