Furbabies Bringin’ Down da House

I forgot how destructive babies can be. It has been a year since I had kittens this age, and I thought I missed it. Turns out, the best part of the babies is when they’re sleeping. On top is Boggart, under him is Elsa, to the right is Romeo, and the black sweetie is Spock.

Such angelic faces...

Don’t get me wrong! They are adorable and I’m dyin’ uv teh kyoot an’ all, but dannnng, those little claws are sharp. Their brakes are useless most of the time, unless they happen to be stopping on bare skin. Then they work just fine. My circulation seems to be pretty good, too, judging by the heights the blood manages to reach while exiting my punctured arteries.

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The Onion of Sanity

Earlier in the week I was invited to go to a card party, which involves a whole bunch of people having sandwiches and shrimp potato salad and fruit and making each other feel like losers at rummy. Tonight was the big night, and a good time was had by all. Until I burst into tears and left crying, that is. ‘Cuz that’s how I roll, apparently.

Bits ‘N Pieces

I haven’t been writing much the last couple of months, obviously. I think things just got busy, and then all I felt like doing was whining. Nobody wants to read my whining on a regular basis, so I just kept my fingers shut. I do have a few sharings, tho.

1. The man who single-handedly set in motion the wheels to end my career is still in power. I’ll call him… umm… Dick for short. Heh.

A 900 Number I Am Not

Many years ago when I was naive and (sorta) innocent, I got an obscene phone call. It wasn’t your ordinary heavy-breathing kind of thing, though. It was an apologetic(!) young guy who said his friends had told him that he could randomly call a phone number and probably get phone sex out of it. Well, yeah, THAT sounds reasonable, right?

Smells Like Departed Spirit…

Death is hard to wash out of linens. Let me just tell you that, because I know that’s something you’ve wondered about. I’m ever-thoughtful, I am.  If you ever need to move a body, you should use something you no longer want as a wrapping, cuz it’s just MURDER trying to salvage those wrappings.

Hmm.

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Anthropomorphism – It’s What’s for Dinner

I am a big, fat chicken.

If you are aware of my horse travails, you know that I keep threatening to put horse poo on cars and porches. I haven’t yet, partly because, well, it isn’t nasty enough. The thought of horse poo is gross. The SIGHT of horse poo is unnerving, because OMG, the size of those colons. The reality of horse poo is that it’s mostly hay and grass, and not stinky at all. In fact, I could probably scoop it up and put it around some flowers, and they would thank me.

I have been stewing on this problem for quite some time, can ya tell?

Even after I saw these people in the edge of the yard one day and made nice and kinda maybe gave them the evil eye when they weren’t looking, they didn’t take the hint. They continue to walk their mounts between my house and my vehicle through the yard rather than around it. My next step is confrontation. I don’t do confrontation. I say things I regret in confrontation. Oh, no, my dears, I don’t regret SAYING them, because I FEEL them to my BONES. I regret having them heard, see, because everyone MUST KNOW I am a PURE and HOLY Jesus Person, see, and well, the kind of things one regrets saying publicly don’t generally reflect that. The whole “meek and mild cheek turning” thing doesn’t play well with calling somebody an inbred piece of white trash. Heh.

Vista Print to the rescue! I shall mount this betwixt a tree and the road, blocking the easy path THROUGH my yard, and pray spite doesn’t rule the day. Otherwise, I may be looking for a backhoe rather than a shovel.

I’ll keep you posted!

No. They. DI’IN.

Operation Dumpit is a go. I repeat, Operation DUMPIT is a go.

The horse people did it again, and this time, it is not ..oh, I can’t even. Just LOOKIT.

The horse had to stand STILL to do that. I don’t even get how the owners/riders think that it is ok to come into somebody’s yard and ride through it that close to the house anyway, much less… well, now it feels personal. After we made eye contact a while back and exchanged a howdy or two, I thought they would be more respectful. I guess I was too optimistic.

The only thing I know to do at this point is return the lost property to its’ rightful owners. Don’t you agree? Paper or plastic? Porch or hood?

Cyndi, be ready with bail money. Somebody please feed the children while I’m locked up.

Back from the Abyss

So today I was out in the yard trying not to get toted off by mosquitoes. Yes, I said “toted.” The skeeters around here…well… I can lie in the hammock and watch them swarm over my head, silhouetted againd the twilight sky, and they SCARE me. Y’all, they could carry off a small dog. I dunno why they haven’t yet, actually…there are enough little yappy ones around I’d be glad for them to take, but let’s just say these bugs are huge, m’kay? I killed one on my arm tonight and had to pull him out of my skin..he (’scuse me, SHE) was buried up to her eyeballs in my vein. Ick.

Anyway, I got some pics. I’ve been complaining that Frankie won’t show me his tail, so I went out with the camera determined to catch it on display. It looks like a lemur tail, I think. And might I bring your attention to the fact that, as a colorpoint, ALL his points are colored? I mentioned this back when his babydaddy potential was short-circuited, but I never got all kittyporn with the camera. Heh.

Then there’s the flora. I hate gloves, even though I own a pair for every drawer in the house and every seat in the truck, cuz I can never find a complete PAIR. Imagine. I’ve been pulling weeds the last couple of weeks, and my fingers are so stained I could be mistaken for a chain smoker. If I were smoking dandelions and crabgrass that would totally make sense. But alas, I cannot get them clean. I realized in all this that I actually have a decent yard, if only the sun weren’t quite so shiny in it. Here are my roses. See the hitchhiker in the first one? Totally a camera hog.

Finally, some teeny little white flowers that just sprouted in the middle of the yard, as well as at the base of a crepe myrtle. These are smaller than my pinky fingernail, but good grief, do they have a scent! I cut a half dozen to fill out a little vase arrangement and they flooded the house… anybody know what they are? I found some other little purple ones that looked like orchids and smelled like poop. Um….no. The horses give me enough of that for reals, thx.

Aren’t they cute? So tiny, I spent an extra half hour mowing around them so they could live. Then I chopped ‘em down and put ‘em in a vase. Mwahahaha!

There are many, MANY moments when I think I should just toss a few packets of wildflower seed out in the yard and stop worrying about mowing. Then I remember the snakes that live in high grasses, and know some of them would wind up in my living room with puncture wounds, or not, and think better of it. It IS a nice thought, tho.

Alas, the next task is tree removal. And limb cleanup. And weedeating. Or Rounduuuuppp!!! And that tree growing through the fence is still partially there which must come out. And burning the debris pile(s). And tossing the 2 liter of Grape Crush back over the neighbor’s fence, along with the crushed Diet Dr. Pepper can that appeared next to it this week.Those have me stumped, peeps. Just…why??

I love people SO. MUCH.

Later!