Tuesday Trashings...

I have been busy all day today, got a little blogwalking done, but not as much as I usually do.

I met with Rusty the President of the Board of DIrectors at the Playhouse. I am also going to be producing with her this year. Then I had to go copy some scripts, so we could write all over them for blocking and tech purposes. Did a few errands around town, and got back home around 500. The Caterpillars are almost gone in the back, there are still some in the very back, towards the woods, where the sprayer would not reach, and I have not yet hit the front yard with the Poisin. I have Never in all the years of living here seen them this bad. I have heard they get bad, but never seen them. SO to answer all of your questions, No Brian, and Blogeois, I wont send them your way, I would not wish that on any friends. Anacortes is safe, so this weekend should be fun for you.

From what I gather, they are so bad becasue the weather has been so dry, for two springs now, we have had hot, dry weather, where it is usually wet and cool. The alder trees out back take the brunt of the infestation, but this year they decided that the fruit trees were the thing to eat, and that is when they just migrated over to the house. (SHUDDER) Some dude on TV was saying that it should be cycling out, and they should be gone in a few years. SWELL! Now I do not mind an occaisional caterpillar, and the woolies are cute. But these turd buckets just gotta GO! Not everywhere has been bothered with them, they go in areas. SO next year it belongs to someone else. They dont like Evergreens either. Heather, I think you are safe down there.

We have been teased with rain for the past two evenings. THunderstorms form and then dissapate over the Cascades, and do not drop anything on us. I would LOVE a big heavy drenching rain, with lots and lots of wind, and cold weather. THen it can clear up and be pretty again. We usually have the winds just as the fruit trees are blossoming, and they will all get blown away, so there is not much fruit forming. Well this year I sear every single bloom has formed fruit! Lots of peaches and pears and apples this year. Yahoo!!

Well the jets have finally just quit flying and it is midnite, so I can go to bed again, and try to get some sleep. Must be another Squadron getting ready to leave. Wish they all would...

DIE YOU EVIL BASTARDS!!!! >:(

The dastardly deed is done! Out back anyway. I got some Bug B Gone and diluted it heavy strength and sprayed the holy freakin HELL out of those EVIL Bastardos! they were on the side of my house and all over the deck. THe house looked like it was covered in Velour, and the deck squished when you walked on it. EEEEEOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!!!! I sprayed them all and cheered with delight when they fell from the house and onto the ground. I washed them all off the deck with POISIN and laughed like a fiend doing it. MWAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!! I thought of Leslie and her Caterpillar dance as they fell out of the sky and on to my neck!!!! and down my bra, and into my hair. GETEMOFFFGETEMOFFGETEMOFF!!!!!!!! I screamed die you Bastards die! as loud as I could. then laughed like a maniac, until I noticed that the neighbor next door was quietly moving her little boy into the house and away from my yard.....oops!

AH WELL< TOMORROW I GET THE EVIL ASSHOLES OUT FRONT!!!! hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahhahah

pot pourri

http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/pacificnw/2004/0418/cover.html

Well I think I screwed that up, but you all need to go read this article...I thought I had it bad...(and I do)


Leslie, here are my pictures of the wisteria on my fence.







THe flowers grow in clumps that hang down through pergolas, or the vines, in my case. I love mine. They do lose theri leaves in the fall though.

May 17, Norwegian Day

17th of May

The Celebration
The 17th of May is Norway's Constitution Day. It is celebrated with great enthusiasm by young and old. The celebrations marks the day in 1814 when Norway got its independence from Denmark. It is a day of flags, parades. speeches and bands playing the national anthem, "Ja, vi elsker dette landet"- which you can hear in the background. Families gather. Norwegians everywhere wear their highly embroidered national costumes, called "bunader". Many countries celebrate their Constitution or Independence, but opposed to these, the Norwegian celebration has no reference to military power.

The Seventeenth of May usually starts with a flag-hoisting ceremony at a nearby school, church or other governmental building. Then, pupils join in the Children's Parade, while adults watch and cheer from the sidewalks. All the schoolchildren in the whole country march with the Norwegian flag in their hands and colorful banners, which represent their school or their class, in front. After the Children's Parade, each local community organizes its own celebration consisting of speeches, games and contests for the children, bands playing and hot dogs and ice cream. It is common for the celebrations to take place in the school-yards. Almost every school has its own brass-band which contributes to the celebrations. After the activities in the school-yards, the festivities continue in the center of town, where people from all over the city meet. Here there is a new parade with different organizations marching. All kinds of organizations are represented; the girls scouts, soccer teams, folk dance groups, religious organizations, bands etc.

At night, it is common to join friends and neighbors for a party at someone's house, at a nearby playground, or in the streets.


Ya Sure..yew bettcha!!! My Father's Mother was Norwegian through and through, even though she was born in North Dakota, her family immigrated from Lillehamer, Norway before she was born. Dad was 1/2 norwegian and 1/2 Irish, but considered himself full blooded Norwegian.

Phyllis and I both feel our Norwegian heiritage and wish we could go see the "old country".

Ballard will be rocking tomorrow!!! Too bad I have a dentist appointment, I would go kick up my heels.

Caterpillars!

We are being overrun with Tent caterpillars!!! I hafe mentioned this in the recent past, and they are getting worse! I was sitting out in the garden trying to finish planting my petunias, and dahlia bulbs, and the damn caterpillars are falling out of the sky right on my head!!! They are no longer on the alders, now they have migrated to the ornamentals, which they have never done before. THey have denuded the climbing rose in the back fence area. And they are crawling all over the house and deck! ARGGHH!! Now I am not a fanatic, when it comes to bugs, I live in the woods, and bugs are part of it, but THESE DAMN THINGS are taking over!!! they are in the feeders, on all of the roses, on the pussy willow, climbing up the house, getting into the house, I even had one in my BED!!! THere are MILLIONS of them EVERYWHERE. I HATE 'EM!!!



I wanted to get my yard done today so I could quit stewing over it, but the caterpillars chased me inside. crawling in my hair, down my blouse, on my boobs, up my legs, ARRGH! NO!! GET AWAY!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!! Donna is gone for the weekend so I could hit them with Chemicals, but SHE HID it I guess!! No killer stuff anywhere. Well when she gets home she can go out and pick them all off of everything and drown the bastards! GREEN...PHFFFTTTTT Better living through CHEMICALS!!!! :=P

Busy day!

I woke up today and watched the birds, Donna was sleeping in, and then was going to go over the top for a conjugal visit with the Husband. I did my Blogwalking and then Bob came over. All day long today it has felt like Saturday, and up until just now I thought it was.

I turned on TV and JAG was on, on Saturday? OH WAIT....so I watched once again Harm and the Col. deny the fact that they are in love with each other. ARRGGHHHH!!! Why is it that the whole world can see it but they can't? Television!! Bah!! I suppose we will have to wait through a whole 'nother season to see what happens!

Bob and I went to Deception Pass this evening. It is one of our best State Parks, and is right here. It is so beautiful, and has been loved to death. The Lake is all dirty and full of weeds now. Did not used to be. Phyllis and I used to swim in it when we were young.



We used to fish elbow to elbow off of the dock, and there were times when the canoes were all over the lake. We have to pay a 5.00 user fee now, and that has cut the traffic WAAAAY down.



The CCC carved most of our State Parks and our National Parks out of the wilderness, and this was one of them. I will post more about the CCC later on, but this is one of the shelters that are all over these parks for picnics. Some people have even had their weddings there. I have always wanted a house just like this in a setting just like this without all of the people around. A Lake out Front, A park at your back, and birds and wildlife everywhere. AHHHHHHH



Can't you just imagine a Roaring fire, a Nasty wind and rain storm, with rain or sleet beating on the window, and a good book and a comfy chair by the fireplace and a warm afghan over your feet. A wonderful candle burning on the mantle and some cookies and hot Earl Grey tea on a tray beside you. Ok, A cat on your lap and a dog at your feet too...Did I forget anything?

Stupid Blogger!

I have tried all morning to get into blogger so that I could post and get back on track, but I keep getting "Page cannot be found, unable to find server" Now I can go to anyother site, even ones I hadnt been to before, so obviously the server that couldnt be found was not at this end! I thought I wouldnt be able to pull up any blogs on blogspot, but that did not seem to be the case, nor was it haloscan, as I could still read and post comments. It was just getting into MY blog to POST! Arrgghhhh!

Now that I am here, I forgot what I wanted to say, so I guess I'll lighten things up a bit....

The Nun

A NUN WAS SITTING AT THE AIRPORT, WAITING ON HER FLIGHT TO CHICAGO.
SHE LOOKED OVER IN THE CORNER AND SAW ONE OF THOSE WEIGHT MACHINES THAT TELLS YOUR FORTUNE, AND THOUGHT TO HERSELF, "I'LL GIVE IT A TRY AND SEE WHAT IT TELLS ME."
SHE WENT OVER TO THE MACHINE, STEPPED UP ON THE SCALE AND PUT HER NICKEL IN, AND OUT CAME A CARD THAT READ, "YOU ARE A NUN, YOU WEIGH 128 LBS AND YOU ARE GOING TO CHICAGO."

THE NUN SAT BACK DOWN. SHE TOLD HERSELF THAT THE MACHINE PROBABLY GIVES THE SAME CARD TO EVERYONE. THE MORE SHE THOUGHT ABOUT IT, THE MORE CURIOUS SHE GOT, SO SHE DECIDED TO TRY IT AGAIN.

SHE WENT BACK TO THE MACHINE AND AGAIN PUT HER NICKEL IN,AND OUT CAME A CARD THAT READ, "YOU ARE A NUN, YOU WEIGH 128 LBS, YOU ARE GOING TO CHICAGO AND YOU ARE GOING TO PLAY A FIDDLE."

THE NUN SAYS TO HERSELF, "I KNOW THAT IS WRONG, I HAVE NEVER PLAYED A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT A DAY IN MY LIFE." SHE SAT BACK DOWN.

FROM OUT OF NOWHERE A COWBOY CAME OVER AND SAT DOWN, PUTTING HIS FIDDLE CASE IN THE SEAT BETWEEN THEM. WITHOUT THINKING, SHE OPENED THE COWBOY'S CASE, TOOK OUT THE FIDDLE, AND STARTED PLAYING BEAUTIFUL MUSIC.

SURPRISED AT WHAT SHE HAD DONE, SHE LOOKED OVER AT THE MACHINE THINKING,

"THIS IS INCREDIBLE, I'VE GOT TO TRY THIS AGAIN."

BACK TO THE MACHINE SHE WENT, PUT IN ANOTHER NICKEL, AND ANOTHER CARD CAME OUT. IT READ, "YOU ARE A NUN, YOU WEIGH 128 LBS, YOU ARE GOING TO CHICAGO AND YOU ARE GOING TO BREAK WIND."

NOW SHE KNOWS THE MACHINE IS WRONG, AS SHE THOUGHT TO HERSELF, "I'VE NEVER BROKE WIND IN PUBLIC A SINGLE TIME IN MY LIFE", BUT GETTING DOWN OFF THE MACHINE SHE SLIPPED, AND AS SHE WAS STRAINING TO KEEP HERSELF FROM FALLING IN THE FLOOR, SHE BROKE WIND. ABSOLUTELY STUNNED, SHE SAT BACK DOWNAND LOOKED AT THE MACHINE. SHE SAID TO HERSELF, "THIS IS TRULY REMARKABLE!
I HAVE GOT TO TRY THIS AGAIN."

SHE WENT BACK TO THE MACHINE, PUT IN ANOTHER NICKEL, AND ANOTHER CARD CAME OUT. IT READ,

"YOU ARE A NUN, YOU WEIGH 128 LBS, YOU HAVE FIDDLED AND FARTED AROUND AND MISSED YOUR FLIGHT TO CHICAGO."

Have a nice Evening!!!!

Mee too!

I can't let Leslie outdo me. This picture was taken in my backyard in Fallon, Nevada in 1999. THese wild peacocks lived along the Carson River, in the trees. They were escapees from the mansions in Virginia City and Carson City in the 1800's. The Gold Barons built these mansions, and created a park like atmosphere around them, with peacocks and other exotic animals and birds. The Peacocks have survived, in fact thrived, all these years.



I first drove into My house at night, after driving from the Oregon Motel that I had stayed in. I was just relocating, pulling a u=haul with all the critters in it, and was dead tired. My landlady knew I was coming, and left the house open. I went in to the empty house, at 1030 at night, unloaded the animals, and crashed on the floor in the bedroom dead tired. About 330 in the morning I woke up with a start. There was a woman screaming "HELP me" HELP me" in the field next to me. I was terrified, and Mariah was going ballistic.

I went out the backdoor, and sat on the porch listening. "HELP me" came again and again. By this time it was just starting to get light and the chickens were starting to crow at the on coming light. My house was one of about 30 Gentleman Farms along the river. meaning we had 5 acres apiece if not more, and they were shoulder to shoulder. There were a lot of Farm animals around, so I thought that someone had been thrown from a horse or something. I started to get my cell phone from the car and call 911 when I heard wings flap and saw one of the resident wild peacocks jump over the fence. "HELP me HELP me" then became quite clear. oh!

I got used to them sreaming in the middle of the night. And it was a real hoot when one of the many giant thunderstorms roared through. BOOM CRACK!!! "HELP me" came from all over the river! They hated the storms! You think I have critters here? Whoo! I'll tell you about it some day!!!

The CRACK of Dawn!

I had to get up and go pottie at 430 this morning, and as I crawled back under the nice warm electric blanket, and scooted Lint back away from MY side of the bed, I heard a squeaky commotion under my window. It was JUUUUUST starting to get light. The trees were showing a little shadow. I took the flashlight and shone it out the window to see what was going on, and saw rodents scatter like crazy from under the bird feeders. I lay there with my chin on the window sill trying to count all the little bastards that were there. At least 10 of them in all sizes. Including 4 white rats!!! Loki and I stayed there and watched them until the birds started singing.

There was one Robin right by the window that was singing his little heart out at full volume! Followed by George and Gracie putt-putt-putting into the yard, and then it was Lola, chattering at the rats to get away from her feeders!

Minute by minute the yard was waking up, and it was noisy out there. I have heard the morning wake up before, but there was something different about this one. EVERYONE was awake and making noise at the top of their lungs. Gracie lost George in the woods, so she flew over to the wisteria and called for him. Get BACK here getBACKhere! And far off you could hear George, chiCAgo chi CA go! And she would answer back until he found her again. The wisteria is right by my window, so naturally, it was a rather LOUD exchange between the two of them

At one point about 615, there were the Doves cooing, the pine siskins buzzing, the Hummingbirds humming, the Grosbeaks PEEKing, the Robins Chirping the quail putting the Finches singing, and the juncos making their noise. ALL AT FULL VOLUME!! I wonder what it was about this morning, that made them all want to be as noisy as possible? They usually take their turns at it, but not this morning. NOPE!! Full force, WAKE UP WORLD it's RAINING!!!!!

Monday Blahs

I woke up today around 615 with a splitting headache. The weather is changing from a high pressure to a low pressure, Clouds are moving in, and rain is coming. All across my face right under the eyes it hurts hurts hurts! My nose is sorta stuffy, but not really. It feels like my nasal passages have slammed shut. I turned on the Today show, and watched some of it, from the bed. I had my head resting on the window sill, and dozed there in the spotty sunshine, until Noon!

When I doze like that with the TV on My mind forms some really weird dreams. Today I was driving down a forest road going to a TV station to be on the ELlen show. I came across a dead elk in the road and a dead grizzly right beside it. No body else around. Ellen interviewed me and wanted to know why I was dressed in an evening gown if I was hunting. ???????? Now since I woke up AFTER the ellen Show was over, I have no idea what the content of her show was. Or, COme to think of it, Martha's Either. Weird.

I also was going to drive in theater with my "love" have no idea who it was, but I felt totally loved and safe. no making out either, just LOVE! What a wonderful feeling that was. To be Loved by a man again. I did not want to wake up...

(I see the UGLIEST women with the best looking men, and I wonder why I am alone. Is it because I am too independent? Too fat? too Opinionated? Too choosy, who knows. I have been alone for soooo long that I have just given up.)

My blood sugars have been running all over the spectrum this week. High one minute, low the next. I know that is why I am feeling so lethargic. I have really been trying to eat better too. And Donna is really trying to get me to eat better. but DAMN I HATE sawdust bread! I will call the Doctor and make my appointment . In fact I will do that right now...see ya!

Happy Mothers' Day

Mary Elizabeth Jo Murray Brett

Because of her I am a Mother.

Meerkerk Gardens

I have been planning to go through the Meerkerk Gardens for years, and have never made it down there. It is only about 17 miles from the house, but I just never think to go. Today I remedied that.

It is a display garden set on private property on 8 acres, of well-tended woodland park-like setting. All surrounded by 40 acres of old forest, set aside as a preserve, so that development can not infringe.

These gardens are all RHODODENDRONS. Of all species, and varieties. They hybridize the new plants there, and display them to see how they will fair in the wild and tended until they feel that they are ready to name, and copyright, and sell.



April and May are the peak months for these gardens although they are open 365 days a year. There is a 5.00 fee to enter, and you are given a map of the trails that wander through these gorgeous gardens.



There are not paved paths but rather woodland trails, just like you would be walking through the woods if it was not a garden. What is amazing about all of these plants, is the differing types of them. There are some from Asia, Some from North America, Azaleas from all over, and trees from all over. I have never seen a big leave rhodie until today and the leaves on these plants are as long as your arm. The blossoms are HUGE, and so beautiful!



The trees that grow there have been there for at least 75 years, and the trunks are well established. There are even Nurse logs that are of trees that have fallen or been cut down, and other trees have taken root and grown on the nourishment that the decaying log has provided. Nature at it's best.



I wandered in and out along the paths for over an hour, and sat on the many benches that were interspersed among the growth. It was so relaxing and peaceful. I took over 57 gorgeous pictures, so it was really hard to decide which ones to show on here.

I thought how wonderful it would be to sit there among the tall trees and the bushes while the snow was falling. I asked if they stayed open during snowtimes, and they said "yes, Photographers love to come here in the snow." Guess where I will be next winter?



Right as we were leaving Thunderclouds boomed overhead and the skies opened up and it POURED! Big huge warm wet raindrops, soaking into the ground, and setting off aromas that you just could not believe. The scent was so wonderful you did not want to leave. Earthy, and green and full of renewing life. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Sleepless in Seattle

Woke up, Cant sleep, so I will blogwalk a little or surf around for stuff to put in my shopping carts. Opend email and there was this funny...

Apples and Grapes


Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Many men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground. They are not as good...but they were easy to get without putting out much effort.


So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them--when in reality, they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along--the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.


Men, on the other hand, are like fine wine. They start out as grapes. It is up to women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.

dont forget to go to the post two posts down and see the purty pictures. I know SOME of you stop on the first post only!!! (See I'm On to ya now!!!)

Found: all over....

You are a descriptive writer. An avid reader of
Robert Frost, perhaps, you LOVE to use flowery
words and use the paper and pen as your canvas
and paintbrush. You prefer to paint a mental
image rather than simply toy around with
people's minds. A very inspired person, you
love to be in nature and usually are a very
outdoorsy type of person. A writer with a
natural green thumb, perhaps?


What's YOUR Writing Style?
brought to you by Quizilla

Well this is no surprise is it?

Rhododendron...Washington State Flower

One of the really nice things about living here, is the color in the woods during the month of May. April is the month of blossoms for the fruit trees and the Fall bulbs, and the ornamental shrubs, but May is the month for the wild.

The days are warmer, and if you plan it right, you can walk through the woods on a really still day and actually smell the rosin in the trees, and hear the bees buzzing around you. Our woods are everywhere, for awhile, (progress is encroaching) and a walk through the woods is safe as a walk through the park.

Along Hiway 20, which is the main highway from the Olympic peninsula over the Bridge at Deception Pass and on through the North Cascades Wilderness Area, It is really easy to park you car on a turn out, and wander. The woods are alike with the birds, and the bees, and the flowers that Mother Nature has provided. There is the Scotch Broom which is alive on every tip with bright yellow pea flowers. They stink, and they send out tons of pollen, but they are really colorful and pretty. Along with them are the Purple lupine. Just growing wild along the road, and sending up their purple stalks of flowers to accent the Gold of the Broom.

But by far the queen of wild blooms is the wild Rhododendron. She grows really tall and sends out blooms of bright pink which set off the bright spring green of the new growth on the tips of the firs, and spruce trees. These tall Rhodies, are really spindly, but that helps them fight their way up through the dark of the Evergreen trees and find that one little bit of sun that will set off these pink flowers.



These magnificent plants are seen everywhere that there is old growth (never been cut) or 2nd growth (cut more than 60 years ago) forests. They can not compete with the fast growing Alder trees which are the first thing to take over after a plat has been logged. After the Alders have attained their full growth, the evergreens start their way up to the canopy, and shut out the light that the alders need to grow. These Alders die back, having served their purpose, and when they do, and the firs, Hemlock and Spruce have grown tall enough to allow it, the Salal and the Rhodies take off.



It is very important to save these 2nd growth forests and the flora that they support. We have domesticated the rhododendron and they are Beautiful. They come in many varieties of color and size because of it, but the true wild Rhodies are the prettiest. It is so fulfilling walking through the woods and seeing these beauties just growing wild, making my walk a special one.

Thoughts

I sat down this morning and realized that I have not posted in quite awhile! I have put stuff up but no thoughts. I THOUGHT I had. I FELT I had. I FEEL I had. But I hadn't. Good grief what shall I talk about. There are the birds, NAH! The Lola's? NAH. The quail? Maybe, Sadie? NO! The Weather? The kids? Politics? The news? The garden? Food? What.....I have all kinds of things running through my head right now, but nothing that I can pull out and write about. Kat and Brenda and Ellen I think all wrote about things that happened a year ago. So I went back into my archives and guess what was there? The Birds, The weather, the news, politics, the WAR, Food, the Quail, the Kids. B O R I N G !!!!!

I have so many things that I need to do, and one of my biggest failings is, I NEVER GET THEM DONE!!! I am sitting in an office that is only 1/2 painted from Last year. The paint bucket sitting right there....Untouched since last May!! I am looking out at the Great Room floor that We put in TWO years ago, and still have not finished. (I am waiting to put the baseboards and the transition strips in until I paint the walls. The hold up here is I DON'T KNOW WHAT COLOR TO PAINT) I could go out and look at the house that we painted two years ago, and still have not finished the trim!! (..eh)
I have a garden that is 1/2 in...Early yet for here. I have a quilt that I have spread out all over the Dining room table, that I almost have done, I just need to get to it. I have an afghan still to finish, a Scrapbook to finish, and places to go, people to see.

MY big problem with all of these things is that I need a PUSH! Most people do, I am a very driven person, but when I stop it is FULL STOP>>>Dead in the water. I like living alone, Not having someone in my face all the time, but I DO need someone in my face to help me get it done. Strange? I don't think so. I think I am pretty normal. I LIKE doing things with people. It helps me have a goal to aim for. I ENJOY pleasing people. I enjoy interfacing with people. I enjoy sharing things with people. So why do I push them away? Don't know.

I think I should hire someone to come over and help me get things done. Work WITH me to paint the Office, work WITH me to help me paint the trim and the Living room,. Work WITH me to finish the garden. Work WITH me to help me finish my quilt. How should they help me with some of these things? By just being there, talking with me, encouraging me leading me astray. Make me FEEL like I am pushing them, even though they would be pushing me. Am I so different? DO any of you have the same failings? Are you easily led astray also? Is there anything in your house that you have been putting off for ever, but you REALLY want finished?

Why do we DO this? I thought it would be rather nice to just walk away from EVERYTHING, and start brand spanking new with brand spanking NEW finished stuff. Walk out the door and shut it, and walk into another house and just start fresh. No more "stuff" to agonize over whether or not you should keep it, or what color to paint it. Or how to rearrange the room....BIG SIGH here....Guess I should prioritize, list, break things down to a workable chore, and then tackle them one at a time...Get them all done, Finish what has been started........NAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

phhhfttttttt!!!!!!!!!!

A Groaner for Heather

Monday Pun


All the monks in a certain monastery sing the simple word "Morning!"
from their windows each sunrise. Early one day after several "Morning!"
greetings have been sung melodiously into the dawn air, a single
greeting of "Evening!" rings out of one window. In the courtyard below,
Brother Timothy looks around startled, and says "Did you hear that,
Brother Edward?" "Hear what, Brother Timothy?" replied Brother Edward.

You're not gonna like what comes next.
V
V
V
V
V
Someone Chanted "evening"!

THis was stolen shamelessly from Denny !

Another boring Monday!

Today is chilly! I got up expecting to get out and work in the yard again, but my shoulder and knees and back were still hurting from the other day, so I did not. I am not going to push it. Instead I got up got dressed, and went over to Phyllis' and fed her cat, checked her yard, and then went up to the cemetery and walked Sadie on her lead for awhile. It was s'posed to rain today, but all it did was spit at us, and then the sun played peek-a-boo through the fluffy white and grey clouds. Right now it is sunny, but as I mentioned it is chilly! The weather is looking more like April than May. S'posed to have 20 degrees cooler and rain every day for a week. Well we need it. We are in the midst of a water crisis. The Hydrologists at the UDUB are saying that the snow pack is way down from where it should be in the Cascades, and that if we dont get the spring rain that we count on, we could be in a dangerous fire condition, not to mention the lack of water for hydroelectric generation, and drinking.

Last year was a terrible year for fires. The Eastern half of the state is all high desert, and hills, and when those catch fire, they go like mad. Our national Forests are drying out, and that will cause the closing of those forests for recreation. Things really do not look good. The Eastern part of the US is getting all of our rain I understand. We do like to share, but it is highly unusual for us to be this dry.

Our roses are all blooming now, and they dont usually start until June, and July. The wisteria is out full, and the Rhodedendrons are popping out. They all like the warm dry spring. What also likes it are the tent caterpillars. The Alders out back are full of tents, and my peach trees were covered until I sprayed them with BT. I just noticed that the little buggers are attacking the wisteria now. They were so bad last year in Kitsap county that they denuded all of the alder trees before summer! You'd think that the bug eating birds would like them and be present, but I understand that they taste really bad, and the birds wont touch them. Talk about a perfect predator!

Sadie is becoming very aggressive! I am starting to worry about her. She went after my brothers dog on Saturday, and they only way I could get her to stop was to pen her up. Yesterday a young husky Pup from two doors down got lose, and chased Lint back into the yard and up the fence, and Sadie went nuts!! This dog was three times her size but that wasnt going to stop her. yappy little Bitch! She starts kindergarten tomorrow. I want her to come when called and I want her to stop barking on command. ( yeah right, like I can get her trained, I never could train the kids!)

Nudity: The final chapter

Ok this one is for TX he likes looking at women's Butts!!



Starting tomorrow back to the same boring nice lady's blog that you were used to!!

(TEE HEE...I need to put her back in the box)

This is for Brenda!!!

Only because she mentioned men and farting badly!!!



Aint he CUTE?

Just for DIck!

This has been saved in my pictures file for quite a while. Dick keeps asking for gratuitous tits so I thought this would do the trick. Dont you know her Mother is just so PROUD of her? Unless that IS her Mother beside her!! :O



Enjoy!!!

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I spent today outside for the most part, painting flower boxes, and tidying up the yard. It was a hot one in the 80's.
I had Bea out for most of the afternoon, and she loved it. I have put fencing up around the deck so she can not get off the deck, and just let her run around. The floor in the livingroom is a bit slippery and she cant get good traction, so when she gets out she tends to stay in one place. She likes the deck. Sadie wanted at her so badly! No-no.

I had to spray the peach trees with BT because we have a huge infestation of tent caterpillars, and they are chomping away at the leaves. As I tried to spray, Sadie was right there, so I tried to catch her to put her away, Oh No not having any of that! she had me chasing her all around the yard for a good 1/2 hour. what a sassy little bitch!!! She needs obedience training in the worst way.

Well, I have a busy day tomorrow, so I need to go to bed, That is if I can catch Sadie and put her in her pen. Wish me luck.

Poetry in motion?

I have been agonizing the past two weeks trying to write a sonnet. The words are chosen ahead of time for us to use as the ones to rhyme, and it had to be abab cdcd efef gg preferably in Iambic Pentameter.

Do you know how long it has been since I have been in a poetry class? My sophomore year in High School 1961!!! Hell, most of you weren't even BORN yet!!

Joel over at Pax Nortona has started an auxillary blog called Bouts Rames. This is all about writting poetry and we were to write this sonnett and post it on our blogs and tell him we did so.

I have the abab done, but it is all in the wrong cadence, and I can not think of anything else to go with the theme and have it make sense. I have torn up more paper this week than I have in a long time. I finally told him I GIVE UP!!!

I wanted it to be about a cemetery, and here are the four lines that I have already, although now they are passe!

While walking through the local cemetery
I was struck by the old monuments.
I went closer and on my knees
I brushed the dirt away to read the rhyme.

Over several centuries each one still stood,
Watching over their contents,
While mold and rain and elements
took their toll through all this time.

blah blah balh blah blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah blah blah overturn
blah blah balh blah blah blah blah
blah blah balh blah blah blah burn

blah blah balh blah blah blah blah
blah blah balh blah blah blah masonry
blah blah balh blah blah blah blah
blah blah balh blah blah blah Memory

blah blah balh blah blah blah blah
blah blah balh blah blah blah enmity
blah blah balh blah blah blah blah
blah blah balh blah blah blah posterity

blah blah balh blah blah blah blah
blah blah balh blah blah blah room
blah blah balh blah blah blah blah
blah blah balh blah blah blah doom

blah blah balh blah blah blah blah
blah blah balh blah blah blah arise
blah blah balh blah blah blah blah
blah blah balh blah blah blah eyes.

Sucks huh? I so wanted to do this. Ah well, I guess Poetry is just not my forte. Sorry Joel!! I tried!!



------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------


ALMOST FORGOT MY ART WORK PICTURE TODAY!!!AL

I think this one is really cool. Wouldnt want it to rain though!



Bill, no fair pulling these vines out!!

Funny Squirrel Story

BRENDA, WANDA, Put your coffee cups down before you read this...Brenda, Go PEE.

This was sent to me by Kenny Merrell, Whom I am trying to talk into blogging. He is a very good poet, and has some really funny stories.


Hysterical Squirrel story

We always knew there was something sinister about squirrels...

Neighborhood Hazard (or: Why the Cops Won't Patrol Brice Street
Anymore)

I never dreamed slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a residential
neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Little did I suspect
... I was on Brice Street - a very nice neighborhood with perfect
lawns and slow traffic. As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry
missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in
front of me. It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run
across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going
very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it - it was that
close. I hate to run over animals, and I really hate it on a
motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had
time to brace for the impact. Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels, I
discovered, can take care of themselves!

Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was
standing on his hind legs and facing my oncoming Valkyrie with
steadfast resolve in his little beady eyes. His mouth opened, and at
the last possible second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the
scream was squirrel for, "Bonzai!" or maybe, "Die you gravy-sucking,
heathen scum!" The leap was nothing short of spectacular ... as he
shot straight up, flew over my windshield, and impacted me squarely in
the chest.

Instantly, he set upon me. If I did not know better, I would have
sworn he brought 20 of his little buddies along for the attack.
Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of
activity. As I was dressed only in a light t-shirt, summer riding
gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry
little tornado was doing some damage! Picture a large man on a huge
black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and leather
gloves, puttering at maybe 25 mph down a quiet residential street, and
in the fight of his life with a squirrel. And losing...

I grabbed for him with my left hand. After a few misses, I finally
managed to snag his tail. With all my strength, I flung the evil
rodent off to the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb
as I recoiled from the throw. That should have done it. The matter
should have ended right there. It really should have. The squirrel
could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on
about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have
been the wiser.

But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary
pissed-off squirrel. This was an EVIL MUTANT ATTACK SQUIRREL OF DEATH
! Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands and,
with the force of the throw, swung around and with a resounding thump
and an amazing impact, he landed squarely on my back and resumed his
rather anti-social and extremely distracting activities. He also
managed to take my left glove with him! The situation was not
improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were continuing, and now I
could not reach him.

I was startled to say the least. The combination of the force of the
throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and
my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right
hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a
Valkyrie can only have one result. Torque. This is what the Valkyrie
is made for, and she is very, very good at it. The engine roared and
the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in anger. The

Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in ... well ... I just plain
screamed.

Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in
jeans, a slightly squirrel-torn-t-shirt, wearing only one leather
glove, and roaring at maybe 50 mph and rapidly accelerating down a
quiet residential street on one wheel and with a demonic squirrel on
his back. The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder.
With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on
the handlebars and try to get control of the bike. This was leaving
the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to
crash into somebody's tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet
figured out how to release the throttle .... my brain was just simply
overloaded.

I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little effect against
the massive power of the big cruiser. About this time the squirrel
decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very
serious battle (maybe he is an evil mutant NAZI attack squirrel of
death), and he came around my neck and got INSIDE my full-face helmet
with me. As the faceplate closed partway, he began hissing in my face.

I am quite sure my screaming changed intensity. It had little effect
on the squirrel, however.

The RPMs on The Dragon maxed out (since I was not bothering with
shifting at the moment) so her front end started to drop. Now picture
a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a
very raggedly-torn t-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, roaring at
probably 80 mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel's
tail sticking out of the mostly closed full-face helmet.

By now the screams are probably getting a little hoarse. Finally I got
the upper hand ... I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of
my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it
worked ... sort-of. Spectacularly sort-of ... so to speak. Picture a
new scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a
quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some
paperwork. Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser,
dressed in jeans, a torn t-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing
only one leather glove, moving at probably 80 mph on one wheel, and
screaming bloody murder roars by and with all his strength throws a
live squirrel grenade directly into your police car.

I heard screams. They weren't mine... I managed to get the big
motorcycle under control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I
then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire
smoke at the stop sign of a busy cross street. I would have returned
to fess up (and to get my glove back). I really would have. Really.
Except for two things. First, the cops did not seem interested or the
slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. When I looked back,
the doors on both sides of the patrol car were flung wide open. The
cop from the passenger side was on his back, doing a crab walk into
somebody's front yard, quickly moving away from the car. The cop who
had been in the driver's seat was standing in the street and was
aiming a riot shotgun at his own police car.

So the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to "let the
professionals handle it" anyway. That was one thing. The other? Well,
I could clearly see shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery
from the back seat. But I could also swear I saw the squirrel in the
back window, shaking his little fist at me, shooting me the finger ...

That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car. A
somewhat shredded patrol car ... but it was all his.

I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made a gentle right
turn off of Brice Street, and sedately left the neighborhood. I
decided it was best to just buy myself a new pair of gloves. And some
Band-Aids.

Art by the POOL

Here is today's selection...Not as revealing, safer for you guys that blogwalk at work!!

My Sissy Boy!

I’m Sitting here watching the Morning slip away. I was up until 230 this morning. Chitters had snuck out of the house sometime or another, and was on the neighbors roof. Now our houses are only 10 feet apart foundation to foundation, and much less when you take in the eaves. There is a 6’ wooden fence down the property line, and the neighbors roof is a low hanging older style wide eaved house. SO from top of fence to top of roof is only about 3 feet. An easy jump UP for a cat, but not so easy to jump DOWN from. There was really nothing for him to land on coming down. He also has a very quiet meow. He is my sissy boy!

I was laying on my stomach reading about 1230 and I heard a very faint meow. I thought he had gotten out, so I looked out the window, and he is staring at me from the roof next door. He evidentally was waiting for my light to come on, so he could see me. SO Out I trudge in my UGGS and PJ’s at midnight to extricate my cat from their roof without waking them up. I am whispering from my side of the fence for him to come down. Nope.

When he does this during the day, And the neighbors are at work, I take a board and run it from roof to fence and he gets down that way. Well that makes NOISE. Since they were asleep I did not want to wake them. So I go into the garage to find a board I could put catty wampus on the corner of the fences to make a platform for him to jump to. NOT!!

I left him there and went back to bed. MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW!!! Ok, I know I am never going to get any sleep until he is either in the house or an owl carries him away.
So out I trudge again. NOT! Back inside, MEOW MEOW MEOW back outside, NOT. This went on with the meow getting louder each time. Finally at 200 I went out and he was finally ready to try it. It took him about 15 minutes half hanging off the roof and me encouraging him with whispers to get him to jump. Finally he did and the platform held but made a loud WHAP when he landed. Their bedroom light came on, so I grabbed the wood and the cat and ran back to my porch. Did not want to get shot for trespassing.

I crawled back in bed, and 5 minutes later grey tabby sissy boy is purring and loving his mommie! He actually slept with me all night long. He was so happy. MALES!!! ARRGGHHHHHH >:(

Email from Tim

I open my email this evening and of course there are 67 emails in there...spam...so Im deleting like mad, looking at the subject line, and hitting delete. All of a sudden I see HIT BY A TRUCK so intrigued I looked to see who it was from....TIM CHANDLER...my heart fell to my toes, when I opened this...

Hello there! Yep i did. i was walking down cresent beach drive last monday night, bringing flowers to Sandy, When I got struck from behind by a full size dodge pickup. My hip hit his headlight, i flew up and my head shattered his mirror. I flew like superman onto the driftwood. when i looked up, all I could see was his taillights driving away. Lucky for me, The car coming the other direction saw the whole thing, and said it was a dodge truck. I got in his vehicle and sped down the road after him. we caught him getting gas at the gas station. I confronted him with alot of "nice things to say". After that he gave me all Insurance info, licence,phone,ect... I told him all I want to do is lay down so he took me to sandy's. The next day my hip was the size of a watermelon, and i couldn't walk. I went to the med center and got x-rayed, and the whole nine yards. NOTHING BROKEN!!! WOW! i coulndt belive it. The sherriff came and took pictures, statements, ect... The driver is taking total responsibility and cooperating fully. Thank GOD for insurance. I just landed a full time job with benifits working at west sound marina. So long story short, I GONNA BE RICH!!!!!! Im doing fine, im walking with a cane, I just graduated from crutches. and taking vicoden for pain. I gotta go. call me at xxx-xxxx thats sandy's phone. leave a message if I,m not there. I love you. Sorry to give you this news, but I'm alive.. Love Tim

Now mind you this is the FIRST word I have had from him since he said he was coming over, and never showed up!!
Why! WHY! WHY! are Men so fucking stupid!! Why do they not realize that their mothers worry about them until the day she dies. Why do they ignore them? Animals are right! EAT YOUR YOUNG!!!

Cello!

Now here's an instrument DOn would like to play...



Cool isn't it!!

Tuesday mutterings....

Today I am in mourning….Moby died today. I have a beta fish floating on the bottom of his bowl, on his side. Poor Moby. He was ready to check out for the past week, but he kept coming up for air and to eat, so I thought it was just lazy fish. NOT!! Dead fish!! I have had Moby for 2 ½ years. I have no idea how long they live, but I think 3 years is a long time, so he probably was old…for a beta. Now for the ceremony…Do I bury him under a petunia, and let him decay and feed the plant? DO I flush him down the toilet, and let him decay in the septic tank? Should I take him to the beach and “Bury” him at sea? What is appropriate for a fish? No Dick, there isn’t enough for a Texas BBQ!!

I know you have read about me bitching about the House across the street. It is a HUGE house, and when I bought this house 11 years ago, I was told that the lot would NEVER perk, so I would not lose my view. PHHHHFFFTTTT!!! I not only lost the view, I lost the SUN!! I have a big shadow across my house now. This turd built a two story house, 5 feet from each side of the lot. Today, I heard a big semi coming into the street. We live on a dead end street, and there is no turn around room, so hearing heavy equipment is very unusual. I look out front and there on the back of said truck is two huge septic tanks. HE HASN”T EVEN INSTALLED THE SEPTIC SYSTEM and the house is FINISHED!!!! What if it WON’t perk? Will they tear it down? I watched as the huge honking truck fought it's way through the neighbors yard and lilac bushes to get to the back yard to off load these tanks. Dear Lord, I hope it fails. I hope it can't sell. I hope they have to take it down. SIGH!

My space bar was making a funny clicking noise when I hit it, so I turned the keyboard over…GADS! The detritus that fell out from between the keys!!! I then banged the bottom of it and out fell MORE crap. FINGERNAIL TRIMMINGS!! I do not trim my nails I bite them. HMMMMMMMM CHEMYSTERY? I then took a pin and ran it between the keys, and the CAT HAIR!!! It is a wonder I even type at all. I know I have a problem with my left little finger and the shift key There. (as I just showed you) My finger is really slow and I end up as Kat says, with WONKY typing. I never shift with my right little finger either just the Left one. I try to keep the keyboard clean of finger prints, because I hate to see dirt on a keyboard. BUT INSIDE? EEEEooowwwwwww!!!

Our nice warm weather left today. It is a good 20 degrees cooler and the wind must be around 40 MPH off the Strait, The alders are breaking in the woods, CRAAAACK, SPLINTER! I am waiting for one to take out my fence! ARRGHHH The sun just came out, and we didn’t get any rain, so I guess I have to drag out the hose to water the roses. This has just become the driest April on record, and if it continues, we will go into a drought situation. This is the rain capital of the US!!! We are Known for WET, if it keeps up like this more and more of them dern Cal EE fornians will come up here and drive the prices even higher.

OOPS the power is blinking, better turn off the puter gotta save!!

WARNING NUDITY HERE (SORTA)

Here is another body painting...I for one think it is absolutely GREAT! I wish I could paint!




I will post another one later in the week....

I hope I am not offending anyone. Think of it as ART!

Early morning

I am actually up early for a change. I Love being up before the sun hits the top of the alders. THe birds are singing like mad in the trees, and the quail have just left the feeder on their way to whereever quails go during the day. THey only show up first thing in the morning and then on their way back to their nests at night.

There are streaks of sunshine peeking through the alders, laying paths of gold down on the vivid green of the grass. Gonna be a hot one today. THe weatherman said it's sposed to reach 85 in parts of the area!! It's only April for God's sake!! what in the world will the rest of the summer be like?

Sadie is still sleeping, and I will let her until she scratches to get out, That gives Lola and the rest of the gang time to eat peacefully. Ahe is such a loudmouth, and loves to chase the birds away. THe hummingbirds, Doves and the chicadees and juncos all ignore her, they realiae she can't reach them. But the bandtailed pigeons and the quail and Lolas are all still afraid she will get them.

What should I name the pigeon pair? They seem to come back every day, so they are part of the gang now. Gotta have names. The same with the quail pair.

I have about six more body painting pictures that I will intersperse through the week. It is not meant to be Pornographic, but art! Really!! I thought it was very innovative!! Wait until you see the rest!!!

I hear a new bird out there and I cant see it to identify it, so I will have to spend some time listening to e-nature.com to find out what it is. Great site!!!

On to morning stuff...like COFFEE!!!!!!

Awake now?

Just thought I'd throw in that one so that you wont think I am slacking...I have just been very very busy do things that needed to be done. Washing dishes, weeding garden, washing clothes, buying gas, shopping at ALbertson's scrapbooking, and going out last night.

We went to a restaurant right on the water in Anacortes which is the departing point for the ferry to the San Juan Islands. There were about 25 people there, and the food was really good. But man was it expensive!! I had grilled oysters because that was the cheapest thing on the menu and besides, I love oysters!! it was 19.95 !! yow!!

After dinner we went to see Hello DOlly! Oh it was fantastic!!! I had only seen the Barbra Streisand movie versin, and I thought it was just ok. I do NOT like Carol Channing, so I never saw it on stage either until last night. THe voices were wonderful and the staging was marvelous. The characters all were so well done, and of course we all went just to show Gaye our support. She was moved!!

We have a much better facility but they have a better repitoire of actors to draw from. THey actually had MEN in their play!!! what a concept. This is the Theater that Berl Ives helped start and supported until his death. He lived there in Anacortes in his last years, overlooking the Ferry landing. Our one claim to fame.

It is so beautiful outside right now, so I think I will cut this really short and move to the deck. I need a port out there so I can plug into my laptop and keep blogging away. Will one of you get me that for my birthday? Mothers Day?
ok then FINE!!!

An Elephant for Leslie!

This was sent to me via email, and since I know CritterChick loves Elephants, I decided to post it for her today, although I KNOW that Wanda will be terribly jealous!!



You guys can never say I don't think about you and what you would like. :-)

Harry's back too!!

I have wondered where the Hairy Woodpeckers were this year. I have seen the DOwny male (Mort) but not the Hairy (Harry) male.

I got up extra early today because Sadie had to pee....BAD....uh-uh-uh=uh-uh, scratch scratch scratch! So I got up let her out, let her back in, and we laid back down to catch a few more winks. By this time it was pushing 745, so I made a pot of coffee and started in on the computer.

I heard a PIK! PIK! PIK! and then a rattta-tatta-ttatta!! I looked out at the deck and there was Harry!He was chowing down on the big block of suet and peanuts that I have hanging on the deck. He'd grab a beak full then kump over to the uprights on the deck and hammer that puppy into the hole he drilled. I did put the poles and the cross bars up there for the bird feeders, but I never figured they'd EAT it too! It is nice to know that both Mort and Harry are back in the neighborhood.

I also have a pair of finches that are ORANGE splotched! THey are with the regular house finches, but where those are red, these are orange. There is a yellow variant house finch, and I think that is what these dudes are. I saw one last year, but this year there are at tleast two of them. COOL!!!

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I took Sadie in for a haircut and then I went over to Bob's to see how his Babies are doing. He bought 12 chicks about a month ago, and has yet to build the chicken coop to put them in. Guess where they live? In his house! Now this house is 16' X 24 feet and that is ALL!!! great room, bath, kitchen and a loft bedroom and that is IT! No furniture he sits on piles of whatever. And that is where he has the "girls"!! They already have feathers and are half grown, and still live in his living room! THey are flying already and are escaping their box, so I told him that one morning he is gonna wake up and open his eyes to see his GIRLS roosting on the railing of his Loft saying GET UP MOMMIE AND FEED US!

AND STINK? WHOO-WHO!!!!!

RED GREEN

I had this really fantastic post in my head as I sat down here, but then I turned on CBC and the Red Green show was on. THat man is sooooooooo twisted. ANd every sane thought in my head just went out the window. What is really sad about his show, is that it is soooo freakin' FUNNY!! Today he was recycling old 33's and using them to re-roof the house. "the best part is, you only need one nail, and when it wears out you can turn it over and use side B" And his Nephew Harold is such a DORK!!! LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL God!! If you guys have never seen his show, let me or Leslie know, and we can tape it for you!! Im sure it has to be one of Carl's MUST WATCH! It usually isn't on at that time, but CBC is screwed up on it's scheduling because of the HOCKEY CUP PLAYOFFS!! Even my Favorite news the NATIONAL is on at a different time. (POUT)

One of the reasons I dont switch to the Satellite instead of this LAME DUMB Cable company (Millenium DIgital Media) is the fact that they do have CBUT out of Vancouver on it, so We can get some good tv once in awhile.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Last night I could not sleep...AGAIN! I purposely did not take a nap, and I stayed up until 100 so I would sleep. WOke up at 330, and could not get back to sleep. I turned on the light and started reading Marths's latest mag. I heard wind beats out the window and wondered WHat that could be this late into the dark. I was thinking Bats. so I waited a few more minutes and then flicked off the light. I looked out at the feeder and there was a big shape on it. Reached for the Binoc's that I keep at the ready, and looked out at the shape. (Binocs gather all available light and make it easier to see things in the dark.)

THere right on my feeder was a medium sized owl. It was either a very rare spotted owl or a not as rare barred owl. The Spotted Owl is endangered and only nests in old growth timber which we have none of around here. All second or third growth firs and alders. I tend to think Barred Owl. The only difference is that the spots are more dots on spotted owls, and barred owls have a yellow bill. Which I could not see in the dark.

I laid there for 45 minutes watching this beautiful bird look around and around. He kept seeing the rats run up to the feeder, but either he knew they were fast or he just wasnt that hungry. when he spotted something his neck would pop up just like a jack in the box and his face would turn towards it, then his eyes would blink and I swear they popped out some. then he would resettle down, turn towards the window and look straight into my eyes. (well, the Binocular's eyes) My neck was getting cramped but I was afraid to move for fear of scaring him away. What was really cool about this whole episode was that there was a small rabbit sitting right UNDER the feeder platform not.even.breathing.

Finally about 45 minutes later he lifted his wings, and flew off with out a single noise being made. THat rabbit exhaled so loudly..........

Book Crossing Dot Com

\n');
}
if ( plugin ) {
document.write('');
} else if (!(navigator.appName && navigator.appName.indexOf("Netscape")>=0 && navigator.appVersion.indexOf("2.")>=0)){
document.write('');
}
//-->



I have joined Book Crossing dot com. It is a really cool way to recycle your favorite books. Miss Fairy Abs sent me a book and I knew she was a member, so when I was done I released it into the wild here. So now when this book is registered again, it will show that it has traveled a long way from Cambridge, UK to Mukilteo, Wa.

What this does, is sign you up FREE and you register a book, then you release it into the wild, (meaning leave it someplace where it will be found and re read) for 17.00 you can buy labels to put inside the book, and a note for the cover, so people know what to do with it. Some of these books end up in the lost and found. tsk tsk

Chemystery is a member too, so I used one of her labels until I make my own. It is a really good way to get rid of those books that you all read and leave on the book shelf. I have TONS of books. Dont need to keep any more.

go check this out!! book crossing dot com

DONT FORGET

Dont forget if the scroll bar stops before you have read the everything, hit the little maximize minimize box next to the X in the very tip top right corner!

Ragdoll Cats

When I first heard about this cat I was intrigued, but the cost was prohibitive, and they were very rare and hard to find. two years ago, my Boss lost her beloved Maine Coon, and decided she wanted one of these RAGDOLLS. Since she traveled a lot and knew I liked cats, I got to babysit the kitten. Andy was adorable!! He did not meow, he chirped like a bird, and purred like a motorcycle! He was such a character that I hated to give him back when she came home. Here is the history I have found on this breed.

The beginning of the Ragdoll breed is just as controversial and shrouded in myths as the breed itself. The recorded history is somewhat confusing and full of contradictions, some parts of it even proven to be impossible. There are some elements that we know for certain, though; the Ragdoll was founded in Riverside, California in the 60's by a woman named Ann Baker, and the foundation cat of the breed was an ordinary non-pedigree cat called Josephine.
Ann Baker was a breeder of Persian cats, mostly blacks, before she started working on Ragdolls. Josephine was a white, long-haired cat who belonged to Baker´s neighbor Mrs. Pennels. Like many cats in the area, Josephine was half feral and she often produced kittens. At one time Josephine was hit by a car and Ann Baker´s neighbors, who worked at the local university, rescued her and she was nursed back to health. During this time Josephine had to stay indoors and she became somewhat tamer. When she had her next litter, the kittens were born in the house where Ann Baker first noticed them.

Josephine´s previous kittens had been half wild like Josephine herself, but after the road accident they were quite the opposite. They were very relaxed and social, in fact Mrs. Pennels regarded them as a real nuisance! It is not quite clear what exactly was so different in those kittens and how they came to be that way. One theory goes that the road accident changed Josephine´s genes, which is quite impossible. Ann Baker also claimed at one point that Josephine was "fixed" at the university after the accident and she had new genes inserted in her; this would have been impossible in the 60's, even if someone would have had a good reason to do so. Another theory suggests that Josephine had a mutation in her reproductive cells, which is possible in theory, but highly unlikely since there must be more than one gene responsible for the kittens´ temperament. In any case Ann saw something so special about the kittens that she eventually decided to use them for creating a new breed.

The first Josephine´s kitten Ann acquired was Buckwheat, a black female that looked somewhat like a Burmese. Ann was later given another daughter of Josephine, a bicolor she called Raggedy Ann Fugianna. The father of Fugianna was mitted Daddy Warbucks, a son of Josephine´s, owned by Mrs. Pennels. All these cats were Josephine´s offspring, but they probably all had different sires. Ann was very impressed by the looks of Daddy Warbucks, who had the appearance of a Birman with a nose blaze and a white tip on the tail. It was this cat that Ann called the "father of the true Ragdoll look", and she borrowed him often for her Ragdoll breeding programme. These three cats are the foundation stock of Ragdolls, for Ann never had a chance to get any more Josephine´s kittens. When Josephine had her next litter, the owner´s husband had Josephine and her kittens destroyed.

Ann promoted the breed with ads and fliers and soon Ragdolls started to have the attention of the media.
Ann had very strict breeding policies, which other breeders had to follow in order to get the kittens registered as "real" Ragdolls. In time Ann also started to make very strange, if not downright amusing claims. For example she said that Ragdolls had human or raccoon genes, they were immune to pain and fear and they were the last link between humans and space aliens! The relationships between Ann and other Ragdoll breeders got tense and many gave up and quit. Finally a group of breeders got tired of the arrangement and decided to split from IRCA and start to work on getting Ragdolls accepted by the major cat fancy associations. The most instrumental figures on this were Laura and Danny Deyton, who luckily had obtained their Ragdolls before Ann´s breeding policies were implemented, and were technically free to follow their own breeding program.

The Ragdoll Society, which was later changed to the Ragdoll Fancier´s Club and then to the present Ragdoll Fanciers´ Club International (RFCI), was established in 1971 to promote the breed in the biggest cat associations so that Ragdolls could be shown more widely. In 1967 Ragdolls were first recognized in the USA and in 1981 Ragdolls were first exported to overseas. Due to its curious name and the strange myths associated with them, Ragdolls were often represented in the mainstream media and more and more people got interested in the breed. The fame has had its drawbacks though; many cat associations refused to accept the breed for a long time because it was considered imhumane to breed a cat that didn´t feel fear or couldn´t protect itself! Fortunately these misunderstandings have mostly been corrected by now and the Ragdoll has became perhaps the largerst-growing cat breed in the history of the cat fancy!

Today the Ragdoll is still a relatively rare breed, but the number of Ragdolls and breeders is growing very rapidly. Ann Baker died in 1997, feeling bitter and betrayed for the rest of her life. The Ragdoll trademark and IRCA remained active after her death, and there are still both IRCA and non-IRCA Ragdolls on the market. IRCA is still not associated with any of the major cat associations, and because the IRCA breeders are not allowed to register in any other associations, the number of breeders is very small and continues to drop. RFCI is also still functional. Right now Ragdolls are accepted by most cat associations and some breeders are working on to introduce new colors and patterns to the breed. And with the increasing interest in the breed, the future of the Ragdoll cat looks bright indeed!

Baker’s breeding program consisted of a handful of breeders contracted under her. She was paid a royalty fee for every kitten sold.

As time went on, Ann Baker’s statements and claims about the breed became strange, supernatural - and - very hard to believe. She publicized statements outlining how Ragdoll cats have human genes in them, that they are immune to pain & that they represent a link between us and space aliens.



Ragdolls are known for their docile and laid-back nature. They will avoid scratching people and get along well with animals and children. They are an intelligent breed of cat and can be easily trained, especially when rewarded, to fetch, beg, roll, walk on a leash and to use a scratching post. Some owners are able to carry them on their backs and rub their tummies. The Ragdoll shows little enthusiasm for hunting. There non-fighting instinct means that they shouldn’t be let out of the house alone.

Ragdolls are people cats. Affectionate and loving in nature they love to be around their owners. Don’t be too surprised if they greet you at the front door or follow you around the house. They love to play and get involved in household activities. There need to be with people means that you shouldn’t leave them for long periods of time. If you plan on being away from home you should consider getting two cats.

The Ragdoll is a gentle, affectionate, docile breed of cat and will make for a very loving companion!

I want one!!

This is going to be my next major purchase....



RAGDOLL KITTENS


I just love these cats. I babysat for one and I did not want to give him back!!!

Joel over at Pax Nortona asked us to pass on a meme...

pick up the closest book
turn to page 23
find the fifth sentence and then post that in your blog so since I am a good girl and always follow instructions, here it is:

my closest book is POLITE SOCIETY AT HOME AND ABROAD by Mrs. Annie R. White published by Monarch Book Company 1891

"A Father should never utter an immoral thought or a profane word in the home circle."

I found this book in some of my Father's books as I was going through them to clear out my garage. I kept it, because it is so interesting to read. It is all about Home Matters and how young ladies and young Gentlemen should act when in each others company or visiting each other at home.

LOLOL I just turned to the section A FEW WORDS TO THE CHILDREN>

Many Children form habits which are not nice, such as spitting on the floor, scratching the head, stretching themselves out upon a chair, yawning etc. All such habits are exceedingly low-bred, and are avoided by the child who aims to acquire good manners.

LOLOLOLOLOL Yeah right! I can just see telling my SOn to get his feet off the couch, and then off the coffee table, and then off the wall, etc. He was 6'5 at age 16 and never fit anywhere. he lolled all over the place. SO did DOnna. eh, so did I for that matter. Ill-bred, that must be us.

I will have to read the rest of this book. It goes into when to use calling cards, how many to use, when to call on a friend, how to fold the corner over on the card, where to leave it etc. Cool.

I have been trying to get an essay out for almost a week now, but it just sits there in my head and wont come out. I even have the pictures to go with it. Maybe tomorrow.

Bpb turned over the soil in my garden this weekend, BLESS HIS HEART, and I went and got some starter petunias to plant. I am hoping to get them into the ground tomorrow. My big dilema though is how to keep Sadie bin Laden out of the garden. She seems to think that if Bob can dig, so can she. Bob does not come into the house with mudpies on his feet though...she does. I have to plug up the hole where the rabbits are coming under the fence. I noticed last night one of them had stopped at the petunias flat and was nibbling. ARRRGHHHH... not on MY TOONIES!!!!

Bea LOVES toonie blossoms. I will pick two or three and give them to her and she thinks they are Bunny Bon-Bons. that's ok for Bea but not for the wild ones!!! I will have to have Colin fron The Heartland to come over with his shotgun. He is getting really good at picking them off as they try to destroy his garden. (JUST KIDDING, LESLIE)

I am going to make this a short night as last night was so long with the showing and helping Kat clean up after and so forth. So I will see you tomorrow!!

She's BAAAAAAAACK!

Lola not Sal was back at the feeder this morning. She is not as skittery as SAl is. You know those scardey cat Males!!! I woke up with Loki doing a tap dance with his back feet right on my head! He was looking out the window and chattering, so I dumped him off and peeked over the window sill and Lola was there, along with TWO huge band-tailed pigeons! I am hoping that they will become regulars. I started out with only one Dove, now I have a flock of about 30 that feed regularly at my feeders.

I have not seen the Black-headed Grosbeaks yet this year, seems like they are rather late! last year they were everywhere, but so far nothing this year! And the woodpeckers are scarce too. WOnder what is so different about this year compared to last year? Or maybe it was last year that was unique.

One of the things I do not like about the bird books that I have is that they do not go into where these birds migrate from, and when. I would like to know where they go, and what their journey is like. What prompts them to migrate? what causes them to return? That is being studied I know, but I would really like to understand them a little better.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

We went to see the play "See How They Run" last night. It is a British Farce and funny!!!! I was not involved in any part of this play, and it felt really weird just being a member of the audience. I am anxious to get started on next season. We should start rehearsals for LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS in July. I am just Producing this one, and Producing "TEN LITTLE INDIANS" in March, and asst Directing "A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO THE FORUM".
I May get a Director job season after next! (THE SLIMY BITCH) >:-(

I came home and Donna was on the computer, and I was really tired so I did not get to post yesterday. I took my homework and headed for bed. I am trying to write a sonnett. Joel over at Pax Nortona has started another blog for poets, and he gives an assignment every two weeks. THis one is a bitch...a sonnett using the words he has given and rhyming ababcdcdefefgg preferably in Iambec Pentameter! PHHHFFFFFTTTTTTT!!!!!! yeah right!! here are his words for us to use

a monuments contents
b rhyme time
c overturn burn
d masonry memory
e enmity posterity
f room doom
g arise eyes

SO it should be monuments, rhyme
contents , time

overturn, masonry
burn, memory etc...

I have abab and Now I am stuck....I have until May to finish this, but some of his readers knock them right out the same day. Not me. I can write, I cant rhyme!!

Off to blogwalk....ya'll better be home.

wahhhhhh!!!!

Something is broken and I don't know whaat!!! I go to blogs to read like I always do and everybody was still on either wednesday or thursday, nothing new. Huh? so then I went to my snd only the same 5 from early yesterday have commented. Huh? so I guess this is really a test to see if it posts and updates ok.

Phyllis called me this morning and said blogger was fixed. (didnt even know it was broken) I went to her yesterday and she had Monday on, then I went back and Wednesday was there then later I went back and it was back to Monday. I hate it when things break.

She said she edited it and republished, but when I got on here it was still on Monday, even After I refreshed. HMMM?/ I went to her blogger and republished and Voila!! it worked. anyone else out there having a problem?

Lola!!! whoops SAL!!!

I woke up this morning to the putt-putt-putt=putt of the rooster quail herding his tiny flock into the yard. I peeked over the top of the window sill and lay there watching them come across the yard, through the newly tilled garden, and over to the feeder. They spent about 10 minutes scratching through the seed hulls looking for cracked corn etc.

While I was watching, Lola came down out of the pussy willow bush where I must have scared her when I peeked over. She jumped on to the feeder then on to the big sunflower platform. Now I have mentioned before that the platform is really a huge piece of tempered glass sitting on top of two bird baths, and can get very slick. Lola jumps over, hits the glass and slides right off into the crap under the feeder. SHakes her self off, clibs up the feeder post, and jumps over to the glass, slides off and does it all over again. I was laughing at her antics, when she stopped, sat with her back too me, her tail curled over her head, munching on a sunflower seed. She bent over to get another one and that is when I saw it was ....SAL!!!! He had the biggest set of Kahunas for his size that I have ever seen. Now last year, I only saw SAL once or twice, Lola was there most of the time. BUt this guy was so honking big he couldnt even sit down!!! looks like two hazelnuts hanging there. (oh should I call him Hazel?) he sat there and ate until the quail moved on out.

During this time two Doves were on the feeder, the female was there first, quietly eating her seeds, and the male flew over and sat right beside her. He puffed up his chest and let go with his who-AH-hoo-hoo-hoo! and proceeded to try to jump on her bones, she turns around pecks him right in the face and says "How many times have I told you NOT WHILE IM EATING!!!" he moves away hoo-AH-hoo-hoo-hoo, and starts all over again. She whacks him with her wing and screams at him "NOT AT THE DINNER TABLE!" and moves away. He siddles over hoo-AH-hoo-hoo-hoo, and she turns and screams again, "NOT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY PLATE YOU ASSHOLE!!!" and turns and flys away! He sits there for a few minutes, hoo-Ah-hoo-hooing then shrugs his shoulders and commences to eat his fill of sunflower seeds. Males are all alike...SEX, Give Me SEX, oh well then, give me FOOD!

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!!

I almost peed my pants reading this...Raised by Caffinches

Wednesday Wednesday!

Like the majority of the blogsphere, I too am brain-dead lately. I haven't put much of substance to the keyboard, and I still am not sure that I can. I keep getting caught up in the "WHAT DO OTHERS WANT TO READ ABOUT" instead of the original premise of this blog, Documenting my life after I retire! HOW BORING!!! EHHHHHH Who cares! But then I think, Well a year or so ago, you were writting, and there wasn't anyone reading it. now you have over 5000 hits! so SOMEONE must read it. I am not sure that I care who reads this. IF you stop by, WELCOME!!! IF you don't...so be it. This was not meant to keep anyone away, more, it was meant to talk myself back into blogging what I feel like blogging about. THat may be very mundane. It might be interesting to others.

One of the best things I have found about blogging, is meeting people from all over the world, and getting to know them, and their way of life. It is very interesting to me, and may be nothing more to them than their very mundane lives! What is boring to one is interesting to another.

Michelle from SOuth Africa, (Which I have learned is not abreviated as S.A. but as Z.A., who knew?) said in someones comments, (I think it was Wanda's) that she will keep her opinions about our politics to herself because she doesnt think that we would be interested in what the rest of the world thinks about us. I am very interested! I know she wants to keep it light, fine, but I think I would like to know. (EMAIL ME MICHELLE) She also posts about the penguins on the beach there, and the fact that it is getting colder there now, as it is getting warmer here. INTERESTING!

Anji from France posts about a little of everything, but she mentioned that DOM (her daughter I assume) is in Russia right now on a trip, and is very excited about it. She also writes about her everyday life. INTERESTING!

Colin in Scotland talks about clearing his land with his new chainsaw, and digging up an old pond. He also wrote about re-modeling his farmhouse, and all the visitors he has had since then. Colin writes about the wildlife in his gardens and that is what first brought me to his site. He cooks, he blogs, he repairs his Land Rover (oops he has it repaired, and it belongs to Carole!) I enjoy his writting very much. INTERESTING!

Robert in Japan writes about a little of everything, but his best work is when he writies about his grandchildren Kaya and the Twins, and when he writes about the Japanese customs and the way of life over there. His fight with the onion-stealing Monkeys, is priceless!! I never thought about the Monkeys over there being close enough to people to affect their lives! I see them in pictures in magazines, but always assumed they were way off in the wild somewhere. RObert spices up his blog with politics and links which I dont care about, but hey! someone does, And he does!! I Visit Robert nightly! INTERESTING!

We have Abs in the UK, and she is scared right now, changing jobs, moving, being in debt. INTERESTING!

Of course there is all of the Canadians whom I adore!! Leslie, Kat, BrainLint, Radmilla, Kim, (Oh GOD WHO DID I FORGET?) All of these people with their writtings have enriched my life, as I hope I have enriched theirs. All of them writting about their mundane lives, and all of them INTERESTING!

I love reading about our differences, and our commonalities! This weekend was a good example. We Had Easter. We in the United States had no National Holiday, as we are not to celebrate religious holidays...except for Christmas (?) Everybody else seems to have a really long week-end. Holidays for some on Friday and on Monday which gives them 4 days off for Easter! COOL!!! We get NADA!! But then we get others that they don't. Independence Day for one. MLK, Presidents Day, Labor Day, Columbus Day, the others I think are celebrated everywhere. maybe not.

I enjoy reading about the traditions, the way of life, the mundane things they think are unimportant! INTERESTING!

So...after all that , you get my mundane life!!!

I woke up this morning to Lola screaming at something over the fence. She was not happy and let the whole world know. SHe then commenced to crawl down the wisteria trunk and up the feeder tray to get to the sunflower seeds. I purposefully kept Sadie in her pen until Lola had a chance to eat. Sadie would chase her away in a heart beat. Last night just as I brought Sadie in, I looked out the office window and saw a small covey of quail coming through the fence put-put-putting all the way over to the feeder site, to scratch in the detritus underneath it. They were all paired up Male and Female, and the males were keeping the females right beside them. I love watching them!

This morning as I was typing this I heard a heavy wingbeat and looked up and there on the deck railing was a bandtailed pigeon! THey stop by every once in awhile but are pretty rare. THe hummingbirds are draining my feeders daily, so I put up two more. that makes about 8 I have to fill daily!

My life is Mundane, to me, but it may not be to others. People who are housebound, or live in the city may find this very INTERESTING!

up and at 'em!!

4 more years!!!

I got this from the g-spot!!

Cat Heaven!!

A cat died and went to heaven. God met him at the Golden Gate and said,
You've been a good cat all these years. Anything you want is yours for the
asking." The cat thought a minute and then said, "All my life I lived on a
farm and slept on hard wooden floors. I would like a real fluffy pillow to
sleep on." God said, "Say no more." Instantly, the cat had a huge fluffy
pillow.



A few days later, six mice were killed in an accident and they all went to
heaven together. God met the mice at the Golden Gate with the same offer.
Well, we've had to run all of our lives from cats, dogs and even people with
brooms. If we could just have some little roller skates, we would never have
to run again." God answered, "It is done,." All the mice had beautiful
little roller skates.



About a week later, God decided to check on the cat. He found him sound
asleep on his fluffy pillow. God gently awakened the cat and asked, "Is
everything OK? How are you doing? Are you happy?"



The cat replied, "Oh, it is so WONDERFUL! I have never been so happy in my life. My pillow is so fluffy and those little Meal-On-Wheels you've been sending over are so delicious!"

Monday, Monday...

According to my calendar we have no more Birthdays until May the 8th...If I missed somebody, better let me know!!
another one on May 17!

Next holiday is Memorial Day which is really May 30th but we will observe it on MONDAY May 31st!

I was over at Fran's just a few minutes ago and she has some really pretty pictures of the Skagit Valley and the Tulips. It is well worth bookmarking her, as she often posts pictures about the NW.

Is anyone else feeling really BLAH today? too much sugar yesterday? I think I will go take some insulin and chill awhile!!

WAAAAHHHHHH!H!!!!!!!

I guess this explains where my basket went huh?



SNIFF!!!! :-(

HAPPY EASTER!!!

democracy--republic...which is it?

I have spent the day today reading about government, and following links to other blogs and sites that can tell me what the difference is between a Democracy and a Republic. According to WEBSTER’S NEW WORLD DICTIONARY:

A democracy is a government in which the people hold the ruling power either directly or through elected representatives; rule by the ruled.

A republic is a state or nation in which the supreme power rests in all the citizens entitled to vote and is exercised by representatives elected directly or indirectly by them and responsible to them.


In reading further and still trying to understand what the difference was I ran across this acrticle by Gordon Bishop, who is upset with the Democrats calling The United States a Democracy.
“Historically, democracy leads to anarchy, which is “mob rule,” according to the Greek philosopher Plato (read Plato’s “The Republic”).

But America was not founded as a democracy. It was created as a constitutional Republic.
The word “democracy” was never used by the founders in writing the Declaration of Independence, the United States Constitution, or the Bill of Rights.

The cornerstone of our nation’s founding as “free and Independent States” is specifically written in the Declaration of Independence for the “Representatives of the United States of America.”

There’s nothing in the Declaration of Independence about “democracy.”

The Constitution is even more emphatic about the kind of government the United States of America must be to remain free and independent.

Here it is: “The United States shall guarantee to every State in this Union a Republican Form of Government.” – Article IV. Section 4 of the U.S. Constitution.

When we salute our American flag, we do not say “democracy,” we say:
“I pledge the allegiance to the flag, of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible , with liberty and justice for all.”

Democrats (liberals) like to blur the distinction between a Republic and a democracy. They want voters to think “Democrat-democracy” – not “Republic-Republican,You see, an official Republic gives a Republican constitutional credibility.”

This got me to thinking Ok, we are a Republic, so why are we fighting to have Iraq become a Democracy?

If, as I seem to think it is, a Republic is a grouping of sovereign States, and works very well here, why could Iraq not become a Republic also?

I googled Iraq and what do you think I discovered? Iraq IS a republic. Has been for some time. Unfortunately, it was a Republic ruled by a dictator so the ruled did not really have a choice. They had a vote, but not a choice; They had to vote for Saddam.

One of the problems I see in Iraq is that there are three major factions all wanting control, and not wanting the others to have a voice.Most of the population are Muslim Arabs, divided religiously into the Sunnis of central Iraq and Shiites of the south. The Kurds, who inhabit the north (see Kurdistan), are the principal minority. Arabic is the official language in most of the country; Kurdish is official in northern sections; If each of these factions were allowed to have their own State as part of the whole Republic of Iraq, They could elect the leaders that they wanted within their own States and then send representatives on to the Central Government in Baghdad. Baghdad would remain the Capitol of the Republic, but not be a part of any state. Similar to our own Washington D.C. In Theory this would work. I think the powers that be on both sides here, need to give the people that are over there, time to work this out. The United States should not be the one to try and mediate this change. Our job was to get in get Saddam and get the hell out of Dodge!! At least it should have been. I am hoping that come July 31, that we really do turn over Iraq to it’s people. The United Nations, should then be the Auditors of the governing process. Let the appointed representatives meet and then form a Real Republic where in the People will vote for those they want to govern them, and then the UN needs to get out also.

I realize that this is not a popular idea, it means relinquishing control, and leaving. That is not something we are used to doing, We are used to occupying and controlling those we defeat. This is something new, But then so is the way we live now. War and it’s destruction is seen real time, and Mothers and Fathers are not accustomed to seeing their children wounded and dying. It is a different kind of a war, fought for a different kind of victory.

Victory should be the United States turning over the Country of Iraq to it’s appointed representatives, either get out then and have the UN oversee the electing of the People’s choice for representatives, or stay and with the advice of the UN over see the process along with the Iraqi people.

It is after all Their Country, This one is ours, and we need to make sure we have ours totally under control before the November Elections.

I have rambled, and I hope I have said some things that make sense. I really am concerned about us and them.

Just because it's SPRING, Spring.SPRIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!

I took ny meds and sat down to blogwalk...I went to Blogeois' house, and she was lamenting on the fact that it was really hard to work from home on aday like today, as she looked our her home office window and saw the bubbling fountains, and heard the chirping birds, and listened to the breeze blow...yeah, my Deck beaconed!!! I knew i had to shower and bathe Sadie today So I got her all done, and me all done and settled down on the deck in the sunshine to read.

THe Sky was soooo blue, and the sun was soooo warm. The guy two huses over was cutting brush, with an axe, and the birds were Chirrping and the bees were buzzing, and the warm warm sun was so inviting. I put my chair back in the 1/2 recline position just so my face was in the shadow of the eaves and laid back to enjoy the day.

Sadie was asleep in the sun, Lint was asleep in the sun, and I was heading that way. You know that state you get in when you are in a Dr's office and don't really want to talk with anyone, so you put your head back against the wall and close your eyes, just as they call your name? Yeah, that one, where you are half conscious but not really. You can hear your heart start to slow down, you can feel your blood pressure relaxing, you can feel the stress leaving your body...I laid there listening to the bees, and the birds, and the breezes blow, and the traffic on Hiway 20, and 525, and just let my mind go where it wanted to. I was thanking the Lord that I was fortunate enough to be able to sit there on MY deck with no bra on under my shirt, and relax.

When all of a sudden......THE SOUND OF FREEDOM!!!!! Yep, the first one goes over really low and really fast and blasts the field so that they can chase off the deer and coyotes. (they make a real mess in the intakes of an EA-6B Navy Jet.

Woke me right up!!! THey play a very important role in our military so I just learn to live with it. I have told you before how annoying they are, but I knew that when I bought the house. They sight on my house, bounce off the roof and then over the trees to the field. Here is a picture of them....





Close huh? I'm Navy, Im used to it!! But it sure broke up a good daydream!!

I want this in my Easter Basket!!!

Wouldn't that be just SWELL?

I got this card today from my sister...She is sooooooo funny!!!

stolen from Grouchy Old Cripple

I was just over at Denny's and he had this posted, so I stole it from him...teehee



I think I need to make one for Loki!!