Aloha fair travelers on the series of tubes that form the Internets.
A wonderful chick I know named Ernessa has started a very cool website called "Fierce and Nerdy" and she has asked me to contribute. I was absolutely flattered and happy to.
My first post landed today and it's about Cat Poo. So if you like me or Cat Poo, or just an awesome fun blog-site, check out Fierceandnerdy.com
Kisses**
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Touch my Monkeys
Hey folks!
Awhile a go, let's say about a year or so, I wrote a silly poem about monkeys that I then had my sister Janet illustrate. She did a lot of work, research and edits on the illustrations, I did a few re-writes and dealt with the frustration of an online publisher and with a few bad printings. We initially gave the printed version of the books to my great nieces and nephews as Christmas presents last year. Seen thinks the book is so awesome that we should share it's brilliance with the world at large. He's my biggest fan :)
Awhile a go, let's say about a year or so, I wrote a silly poem about monkeys that I then had my sister Janet illustrate. She did a lot of work, research and edits on the illustrations, I did a few re-writes and dealt with the frustration of an online publisher and with a few bad printings. We initially gave the printed version of the books to my great nieces and nephews as Christmas presents last year. Seen thinks the book is so awesome that we should share it's brilliance with the world at large. He's my biggest fan :)
So you can buy my Monkeys now! The book is for sale on Lulu.com. 10% o
f the profits will to go a local animal rescue. The other 90% will go towards beers.
f the profits will to go a local animal rescue. The other 90% will go towards beers.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Long Distance Dedication
This post is for Aimee, who has the same name as me, but she spells hers the fancy way. She told me "I'll delete you from my links if you don't blog within 6 months." I take that challenge very seriously! (not as seriously as the Special K challenge, for which I will choose as my weapon - Pistols at Dawn!!)
So this blog is for Aimee, even though nothin much is goin on and my opinions are being muted by the noise from the campaigns. The campaign about issues and the other campaign about pointless noise. I shall not blog about politics. I shall not blog about politics. I shall not blog about politics**
**My family has utterly different political views than I do. I love my family and political BS is not worth the cost of upsetting or getting upset with family. Plus the Henry's do NOT do conflict well. We're more hide in the hole until the Sabre Tooth passes kind o folks.
So I'll just blog a little for Aimee. Hi Aimee! I like Boston Cream Pie too, but I don't really care for HSM, (maybe I do, I've just never seen it...) Let's go eat some Hot Wings!
For Aimee
From Amy
So this blog is for Aimee, even though nothin much is goin on and my opinions are being muted by the noise from the campaigns. The campaign about issues and the other campaign about pointless noise. I shall not blog about politics. I shall not blog about politics. I shall not blog about politics**
**My family has utterly different political views than I do. I love my family and political BS is not worth the cost of upsetting or getting upset with family. Plus the Henry's do NOT do conflict well. We're more hide in the hole until the Sabre Tooth passes kind o folks.
So I'll just blog a little for Aimee. Hi Aimee! I like Boston Cream Pie too, but I don't really care for HSM, (maybe I do, I've just never seen it...) Let's go eat some Hot Wings!
For Aimee
From Amy
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Helping Annie
Hey Everybody!
The 6 week old kitten I pulled out of traffic (aka Road Kitty, aka Annie) and gave to a rescue organization is getting an operation!
http://www.active.com/donate/happystrays/Annie
I'm still in touch with the rescue, because I think Annie is an awesome cat and deserves a chance at a normal happy life. Carrie, who is an amazingly sweet person let me know about Annie's condition. Turns out that lame arm of hers was shattered when she was hit by the car. It's useless, in the way and can't be all that great to lug around. The vet has decided to remove the useless leg. Annie is in a very caring foster home and will be okay once the operation is over. Happy Strays is looking to raise enough money to cover the procedure. They are a bonafide Charity, you can donate to them in a million ways, just check their site: HappyStrays.org
BUT - if you would like to help little Road Kitty heal, you can donate directly to her cause on this page:
http://www.active.com/donate/happystrays/Annie
Even though she's living elsewhere, I feel responsible for the life of this little creature and would love it you could donate whatever you can, even a little bit helps. Just think if 25 people donate $20, we're halfway home! If you are out of moolah, pass the word and let your friends, neighbors, co-workers, etc. help out on this one too!
As my niece says "Handicapped Kittens are even more adorable..."
Friday, August 8, 2008
Ya gotta, Accentuate thee positive
Good things are afoot ladies n' gentlemen:
Munchy is done with antibiotics for her UTI. Yay.
We have blocked all holes/entry into our home so the mice shouldn't be able to find their way in (fingers crossed) So we won't have to pay the exterminator $879 just for stinkin mice removal. Yay.
My vertigo is gone. Yay.
My Dad is in better spirits and health (Still has disease, still in midst of chemo, but acting/feeling much better than 2 weeks ago.) Yay!
Kitty I found in the street has a nice Foster Mom who named the kitty Annie. Annie is spunky but may lose her useless front leg. Let's yay the spunky part and the part where if I would have been 2 minutes later, Annie wouldn't have been at all. So Yay.
Seen and I are gainfully employed in a tough economy. Yay.
Seen and I have a home to live in, for now. Yay.
Seen is my husband. Yay to infinity!
I get to teach writing workshops with fun people who I like. Yay.
So let's put the drama behind us, shall we? If just to breathe easy for a minute.
Munchy is done with antibiotics for her UTI. Yay.
We have blocked all holes/entry into our home so the mice shouldn't be able to find their way in (fingers crossed) So we won't have to pay the exterminator $879 just for stinkin mice removal. Yay.
My vertigo is gone. Yay.
My Dad is in better spirits and health (Still has disease, still in midst of chemo, but acting/feeling much better than 2 weeks ago.) Yay!
Kitty I found in the street has a nice Foster Mom who named the kitty Annie. Annie is spunky but may lose her useless front leg. Let's yay the spunky part and the part where if I would have been 2 minutes later, Annie wouldn't have been at all. So Yay.
Seen and I are gainfully employed in a tough economy. Yay.
Seen and I have a home to live in, for now. Yay.
Seen is my husband. Yay to infinity!
I get to teach writing workshops with fun people who I like. Yay.
So let's put the drama behind us, shall we? If just to breathe easy for a minute.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Enchanted
Eeek a Mouse!!
We have mice. At least I hope it's mice and not rats. I took the trash out of it's spot under the kitchen sink last night and saw little brown sprinkles.
I said "Honey, come look at this..." And Sean said
"We have mice"
Yup, little brown mouse turd sprinkles all over the cupboard under my kitchen sink. EWWWWWWWW. Dude. Ewwwwww. I cleaned it out with bleach, but this morning, little sprinkles down there again.
Greenleaf Organic Pest control is coming out today to see how we can get rid of the jerks. I would LOVE to have them sing and dance with me and make me a dress and serve as coachmen when my Fairy Godmother sets me up for the big Ball, but... I have doubts that I could convince the mice of such fanciful stuff.
We have mice. At least I hope it's mice and not rats. I took the trash out of it's spot under the kitchen sink last night and saw little brown sprinkles.
I said "Honey, come look at this..." And Sean said
"We have mice"
Yup, little brown mouse turd sprinkles all over the cupboard under my kitchen sink. EWWWWWWWW. Dude. Ewwwwww. I cleaned it out with bleach, but this morning, little sprinkles down there again.
Greenleaf Organic Pest control is coming out today to see how we can get rid of the jerks. I would LOVE to have them sing and dance with me and make me a dress and serve as coachmen when my Fairy Godmother sets me up for the big Ball, but... I have doubts that I could convince the mice of such fanciful stuff.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
WARNING - This Post is a Downer
2008 shall forever been known as the year that my heart keeps breaking. It seems so very long since I have walked without the weight of grief strapping its arms around my calves and sitting it's cold butt on my feet. I have had moments of laughter and clear appreciation of a cool cinnamon scented breeze, but for the most part, my heart is filled with heavy, slippery, poisonous mercury.
My grief started with the sickness of Weasel. She threw-up, constantly. A small grey cat, she never weighed more than 6.5 lbs, but her weight went down to 4 lbs and we knew she was very sick. She stopped eating on a Tuesday in May, a visit to the vet and IV fluids didn't help, and by Saturday, she was weak and shaking and throwing up regularly. The at-home vet came on Sunday and helped us to decide that it was time for our amazing friend of 16 years to rest. Her whole life she wanted attention, always greeting us at the door demanding to be picked up. Always tapping me on the shoulder when my alarm failed to go off, waking me in time for work. She was the cat who paced impatiently, waiting for me to sit and watch a movie so she could curl up on my lap. We still miss her tremendously.
Then in June, my Dad got sick. He got really sick, like take-care-of-your-affairs-sick. He has a rare blood disease called MDS (mydadhasMDS.blogspot.com) He just finished his second round of chemo and is still in the hospital 2 weeks later. All I want to do is be with him and Mom, but they live in CO and I live in CA, so I sit and worry from afar and hold any positive thoughts in my head and heart, which is still broken.
And just as we started to heal from losing Weasel, I found a kitten. It was a hurt grey kitten, just sitting in a very busy traffic lane where I stopped my car (and traffic), chased her as she tried to run with only 3 functioning legs, freed her from the web of branches on the median and drove her to the closest vet I could think of. "Do you accept financial responsibility" they said. What option did I have? To save this tiny creature from getting run over only to have a vet put her under? Of course I accepted financial responsibility (in a time when I have been berating my spouse about not spending any extra money because we have a balloon payment coming.) Of course I agreed to foster her until we find a home. Turned out she had a cracked jaw and a leg that didn't work, maybe temporarily, maybe permanently. She came home with me the day after. She was so tired and hungry, she ate almost a whole can of food and passed out, but within 2 hours she woke up, yelling at me, running around the spare room that we had removed all dangerous furniture from and finally snuggling up next to me with a throaty purr whenever I touched her still dirty fur to move her useless leg into a better position.
I washed her with a warm cloth, and held her tiny body in a towel as she dried. But I could not take care of her. Her bad leg dragged behind her, she didn't seem to know it was there, couldn't control it at all from the shoulder down. Then she pooped. All down her hurt leg, all over her back leg, granted she used the litter box, but she was a mess, top to bottom. I realized I was in no position to care for her. We couldn't leave her alone all day when we were at work. If I needed to go to CO to see my Dad, what would become of this injured kitten in a house with three other larger, crankier cats. We had to give her to someone who could help her more than we could. It broke my heart again, opened up the wound of losing Weasel,made me feel inadequate and selfish. We gave her to HappyStrays.org. They were very sweet and understanding (I spoke to a woman at Heaven on Earth cat rescue who made me feel guilty for trying to find her a better foster. That woman was a jerk.) Happy Strays is run by a friend of a co-worker and they couldn't have been nicer. They took Grey Kitty's medicine, paperwork, history and hugged me as I blubbered through the way I found her and why we couldn't keep her.
So my heart is broken again, for the poor handicapped kitten, for my sick Father and my Mother who has to care for him so patiently, still for my lost Weasel.
2008, the year my heart keeps breaking.
My grief started with the sickness of Weasel. She threw-up, constantly. A small grey cat, she never weighed more than 6.5 lbs, but her weight went down to 4 lbs and we knew she was very sick. She stopped eating on a Tuesday in May, a visit to the vet and IV fluids didn't help, and by Saturday, she was weak and shaking and throwing up regularly. The at-home vet came on Sunday and helped us to decide that it was time for our amazing friend of 16 years to rest. Her whole life she wanted attention, always greeting us at the door demanding to be picked up. Always tapping me on the shoulder when my alarm failed to go off, waking me in time for work. She was the cat who paced impatiently, waiting for me to sit and watch a movie so she could curl up on my lap. We still miss her tremendously.
Then in June, my Dad got sick. He got really sick, like take-care-of-your-affairs-sick. He has a rare blood disease called MDS (mydadhasMDS.blogspot.com) He just finished his second round of chemo and is still in the hospital 2 weeks later. All I want to do is be with him and Mom, but they live in CO and I live in CA, so I sit and worry from afar and hold any positive thoughts in my head and heart, which is still broken.
And just as we started to heal from losing Weasel, I found a kitten. It was a hurt grey kitten, just sitting in a very busy traffic lane where I stopped my car (and traffic), chased her as she tried to run with only 3 functioning legs, freed her from the web of branches on the median and drove her to the closest vet I could think of. "Do you accept financial responsibility" they said. What option did I have? To save this tiny creature from getting run over only to have a vet put her under? Of course I accepted financial responsibility (in a time when I have been berating my spouse about not spending any extra money because we have a balloon payment coming.) Of course I agreed to foster her until we find a home. Turned out she had a cracked jaw and a leg that didn't work, maybe temporarily, maybe permanently. She came home with me the day after. She was so tired and hungry, she ate almost a whole can of food and passed out, but within 2 hours she woke up, yelling at me, running around the spare room that we had removed all dangerous furniture from and finally snuggling up next to me with a throaty purr whenever I touched her still dirty fur to move her useless leg into a better position.
I washed her with a warm cloth, and held her tiny body in a towel as she dried. But I could not take care of her. Her bad leg dragged behind her, she didn't seem to know it was there, couldn't control it at all from the shoulder down. Then she pooped. All down her hurt leg, all over her back leg, granted she used the litter box, but she was a mess, top to bottom. I realized I was in no position to care for her. We couldn't leave her alone all day when we were at work. If I needed to go to CO to see my Dad, what would become of this injured kitten in a house with three other larger, crankier cats. We had to give her to someone who could help her more than we could. It broke my heart again, opened up the wound of losing Weasel,made me feel inadequate and selfish. We gave her to HappyStrays.org. They were very sweet and understanding (I spoke to a woman at Heaven on Earth cat rescue who made me feel guilty for trying to find her a better foster. That woman was a jerk.) Happy Strays is run by a friend of a co-worker and they couldn't have been nicer. They took Grey Kitty's medicine, paperwork, history and hugged me as I blubbered through the way I found her and why we couldn't keep her.
So my heart is broken again, for the poor handicapped kitten, for my sick Father and my Mother who has to care for him so patiently, still for my lost Weasel.
2008, the year my heart keeps breaking.
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