Friday, October 31, 2008

Happy Halloween!

This is Sherry. My best friend for like 17 years. I've posted her picture because Halloween just isn't Halloween without her. The last one we spent together was probably 3 years ago. In high school we spent it rolling yards and egging cars. One year we dressed as Peter Pan and Tinkerbell and went trick-or-treating. Then we graduated to staying home, renting skeer the hell out of you movies, making Ro-tel dip and drinking Sun Drop out of Mason jars. I miss her a lot and most days I resent growing up and evolving... but never more so than on Halloween.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Had the day off so I cleaned out the chicken coop (which may or may not have contained a chicken) and put down fresh straw and a sleeping bag and now it's like a frickin' kitty Hilton. I don't know about the cats but I totally wanted to curl up in there and go to sleep.

I haven't showered or brushed my hair or teeth all day. Hells yeah.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Crazy Cat Lady

Woke up this morning and continued my e-mail correspondence with an extremely encouraging lady named Joan who is helping us to sterilize our cat-clan. I think things are going to work out relatively well. Meaning we're not going to have to fork over hundreds and hundreds of dollars to keep them from pro-creating. I've been losing sleep and what precious little sanity I have left over these orphaned critch-ters. And yet... I'm pretty certain this is what I'm supposed to be doing with my life. Something I'm passionate about, this is what I'm emotionally attached to. Poor pitiful-assed animals. Animals that need my help. I'm gonna end up with a peptic ulcer and a Valium addiction.

I dropped by the orchard today to pick up some cider and a pumpkin and came back to the car with all of those things plus a cat bite. John says I'm the only person he knows who goes grocery shopping and manages to come home with an animal injury. "Cat's don't bite everyone, honey. Just you." I know. I pet and pet and pet until I hit the sweet spot and they repay me with a nip. I explained this to him. He called me Mrs. Pettingwrong for the rest of the afternoon.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

I took a trip to Petco to pick up some essentials and then decided to swing by the mall. Really shouldn't have. If you need further proof that you're getting old just swing by your local mall. Everyone is 17 and they're all wearing the same crap I was rockin' in the 8th grade. How can that be? How can trendy 1990 fashion be trendy 2008fashion? It sucked back then too. Who the hell's making the rules? Jelly bracelets, skinny legged jeans with zippers at the ankles, and pseudo-Sam and Libby flats. I eye-rolled my way right out the door of Forever 21.

P.S.-- I'm on the last day of my 3 day diet. Trying to overhaul my metabolism. Or something. As a result I have a headache, I feel woozy most of the time and I've lost all interest in food. On the plus side the hallucinations are most entertaining.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Lenny the rodent slayer

Blurry picture of me and Lenny.
Monday I didn't wake up until 6:15am... so I called in. And even though I'm usually all about staying home as opposed to going to work, I was kind of pissed with myself because it was my last sick day. But whatevah. Been sort of borderline depressed/anxious lately. And my foot is back to hurting as much if not more than it was a month ago. I'm falling apart and I'm sick of hearing the sound of my own voice. Next week I visit my doctor and my podiatrist.

Meanwhile... What I've been reading: "In the Woods" by Tana French. Really excellent read until the last few pages when you figure out that she's not going to reveal the answers to everything. I so frickin' hate it when authors do that. Same thing happened in "The Little Friend" by Donna Tartt. Drove me up a wall. Of course, this will not hinder me from reading Tana Frenchs' other novel, "The Likeness". Last night I read "Gods in Alabama" by Joshilyn Jackson. Not the best book ever, but I'd pass it on to my sisters. She did a really good job constructing the story. Very intriguing. But there were certain aspects that were a little too clever.

Mother Mae-Belle. Surrogate mother to the 2nd litter of leeches.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

John and Bea.

The generation gap. Yesterday as we rearranged the living room I yelled at John about the old 'Hollywood Roasts' VCR tapes that littered the couch. "You and your damn Dean Martin!" And he replied, "Oh yeah? Well you and your damn Doc Martens!".

If he didn't make me laugh so much I'm pretty sure I'd smother him in his sleep.
Yesterday we took out the air conditioners and rearranged furniture. I brought Lenny and Ernest (the 2 outside cats we're able to touch) inside for a few minutes to try to adjust them to being held since we're going to have them fixed in another week. Then I worried for most of the evening about them being too cold outside even though they have plenty of shelter and lots of hay and straw and even though when I go out to check on them at 11pm they come running from the opposite direction of the barns so they must not be feeling the cold as much as we are because if they were they'd GO INSIDE for chrissake. Then I read online about people using emergency blankets, those tin-foil looking things, in cat shelters so I ran out this morning and bought two of those and a couple of insulator pads and then I fixed up their shelters and came inside and bitched at John about how those cats should be more appreciative. How most feral kitties have to sleep in the woods and ditches. And ours are surrounded by a kitty-utopia and are still leery of us.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Finished reading "World Made by Hand" and now I'm see-sawing between fascination and panic. Am now reading "In the Woods" by Tara French. Set in Dublin. Took me a couple of pages to flow with the language but now I'm totally into it.

All of our kitties are home now. I bought a lotus blossom water fountain at Lowes yesterday because I mooned over it all summer and they finally marked it down to $26 from its original $116. I put it together and filled it with water and watched it bubble just to make sure it was going to work and now the cats think it belongs to them. Think again you little leeches. All of the mouse and chipmunk offerings in the world won't change my mind about my garden fountain.

oh Frankie-Baby

This is expressly for my sister Angela! Dedicated to all of those Saturday mornings when she would watch cartoons with me while I ate instant grits out of a tin cup. Happy Halloween!

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Olive's Birth

Wendy found this on youtube last week. It's so beautiful and well done it makes me cry.

I ordered these Tony Little microbead pillows from HSN. I haven't found a truly comfortable pillow in 32 years. If this thing brings me joy I will take back all of the snarky comments I ever made about Tony Little and his mascara wearing self.
What I've read: "Whistling in the Dark" by Lesley Kagan. One of those stories that would probably be better told than written.
What I'm reading: "World Made By Hand" by James Howard Kuntsler. Am l-o-v-e loving it. Completely realistic look at our not too distant future. I want it to be either a movie or a television series. Which is pretty ironic considering that in this book neither one of these forms of entertainment exists.
Considering I've only worked 15 hours in the past 2 weeks I really shouldn't be so depressed about tomorrow being Monday and thus the beginning of a new week.

But I am.

Beautiful sunny weekend. 3 of the cats have gone MIA. They're like teenagers. You have to give them wings but you still worry like hell about them. Will they return? Are they hurt? Are they happy? Are they fed? Are they warm? And please God, if they're not any of these things don't ever let us find out. Makes me sick to my stomach.

Friday, October 10, 2008

I'm pretty sure John beat me with a bag of oranges last night. I'm so tired and sore I'm giddy. There's a lasagna in the oven and all I want is to stay awake until 9pm so I that my patterns will sort of return to normal. I miss my mama and daddy and my right hand still itches from the bee sting and the dog bite I managed to acquire during my vacation. And yeah yeah yeah... when the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeeeeling saaaaaad. I've seen that movie too. Raindrops on roses my ass.

Sage Claire

Me and chunky-monkey and chunky-monkey's mama in the background.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Mrs. Wilkes Boarding House.

I'm back. And none too damn happy about it. Savannah was beautimous. We walked and laughed and ate and even managed to be in Savannah during the annual "Junior League Thrift Sale" AND... the wiener-dog race. The inn was lovely. Our first night there we were the only guests. Almost 20 rooms in that house and we were the only ones roaming around. The dude whose the early evening host went all flighty old lady on us. He tried recommending restaurants but kept prefacing suggestions with "You don't want to walk there after dark... it's in the ghetto and you WILL get murdered!" and "Oh I wouldn't recommend going there unless you're going to drive because you WILL be abducted!". First we were shocked and then we laughed at him. Come to find out he was from Los Angeles. Bless his heart. All we wanted to know was where we could find some fried shrimp and collard greens for less than 20 bucks. Cause as much as I love Savannah, it ain't cheap to eat in the historic district. And it's also a bit of a tourist trap down by the river. Our Mama didn't raise no fools. Okay, sometimes we're a bit dingy, but son we know how to eat. Even BLT (short for Bossy Little Thing, which is what we took to calling Angie cause she's a wee bit controlling) and her teeny-weeny little self knows how to put a hurtin' on some fried okra.