Lady Euphoria Deathwatch posted about dreaming in cartoons, and wondered if it were weird.
No weirder than my movie dreams starring Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, and just recently, Stephen Colbert. (Who is way hot and sexy, in my opinion and at my age.)
But the dream I had Monday night was merely disturbing and sad. In my dream, my (long-dead) mother and I were housemates somewhere and she told me that she was pregnant. IMD, I realized that this was impossible only because it had been 42 years since her last pregnancy. But IMD, that part was glossed over and the real news was that the baby was a girl and I was going to have a sister and I was so happy, so elated and so joyous.
After more weird and unrelated images, I woke up and was so very sad to realize that it was only a dream. In fact, I was depressed and sick feeling for most of the day.
Then on Thursday, at the liquor store - this is real and not a dream - I got hit on by a younger, good looking man. WTF?
Twenty, even ten years ago, I wouldn't have been surprised because I was once cute, way back then. However, the way I look and feel now? What sort of sane, young person would look at me twice? Of course, he may have been insane, drunk, fucked up and/or horny.
It was kind of nice, though.
Fuzzarelly is Back
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
21 and Over
Today's news flash. Got a foot whacked off my hair and feel so much better. The length had gotten unmanageable. Combing out and washing was becoming a chore and easy care was the whole idea of having it long.
Funny thing is, I put it up on top of my head afterwards, in my usual manner, and it looks the same. Go fig.
The foot of hair will go to Locks of Love.
And, boy, am I getting fat.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Dinner Meeting Reminder
Yeah, so.
Sweetie loses his job and the universe collapses around us. Not really, but the coincidence is annoying and costly. The water line is still leaking and the central air went out over the weekend. The repairman fixed it today and we are thankful that they allowed us a ten year warranty at installation and it is good through November 2012.
I have been sick from the sudden heat wave of 90 degree temperatures and high humidity. It has been hard for me to do much of anything.
The water line is to be replaced, which means the expense of a backhoe to excavate and the inherent mess. We have bought the necessary pipe and fittings, and even acquired an enormous amount of wood chips to line the trench for free.
All of AnnaBelle's babies died and not for lack of our best efforts. She shall not be bred again under any circumstances.
There is good news on other fronts, however. The Woolery ordered 4 pounds of Bunny & The Beast and I am working on that. Now I can do it in air conditioning. Angora sticks to sweaty hands like white on rice. Also, did I mention how sick I was with the heat?
On the plus side, my asthma has been controlled by new medz. Albuterol in pill form and Advair, courtesy of Good Neighbor Nancy. The prescription for it is way costly, but Sweetie's sister can get it for me for $30 a month. Yeah.
Also, Princess is still being a good dog and she had even perked up Buster, who is still among the barely living.
The chickens are still a hoot and a half. There is the one dominant rooster who, when I enter his domain, postures and struts. He will pick up any handy stick or stone, repeatedly while looking at me, trying to act the tough guy. Like, "I'm bad. Don't mess with me." Cracks me up.
Sweetie has been doing all sorts of chores and tasks around the house. He put down the floor tiles (that we bought last year,) in the bathroom over the weekend. Gawd, it looks great!
His unemployment benefits denial is now in appeal. It will take another month for any judgement.
The Friendship Spinners' retreat was this past weekend and I had a very good time. Having my own little cell and three meals a day were quite excellent, as was the company of my friends, some of whom I hadn't seen enough of recently.
I took fiber and needles and two spinning wheels to sell and made enough money to keep me and Sweetie in groceries and utilities for the next 6-8 weeks. That was a major stress relief, let me tol' ya.
Gotta go, as we are going to the local Lion's dinner meeting. Sigh. It's a networking-occasion-for-Sweetie ordeal that I will grudgingly suffer for his sake.
Sweetie loses his job and the universe collapses around us. Not really, but the coincidence is annoying and costly. The water line is still leaking and the central air went out over the weekend. The repairman fixed it today and we are thankful that they allowed us a ten year warranty at installation and it is good through November 2012.
I have been sick from the sudden heat wave of 90 degree temperatures and high humidity. It has been hard for me to do much of anything.
The water line is to be replaced, which means the expense of a backhoe to excavate and the inherent mess. We have bought the necessary pipe and fittings, and even acquired an enormous amount of wood chips to line the trench for free.
All of AnnaBelle's babies died and not for lack of our best efforts. She shall not be bred again under any circumstances.
There is good news on other fronts, however. The Woolery ordered 4 pounds of Bunny & The Beast and I am working on that. Now I can do it in air conditioning. Angora sticks to sweaty hands like white on rice. Also, did I mention how sick I was with the heat?
On the plus side, my asthma has been controlled by new medz. Albuterol in pill form and Advair, courtesy of Good Neighbor Nancy. The prescription for it is way costly, but Sweetie's sister can get it for me for $30 a month. Yeah.
Also, Princess is still being a good dog and she had even perked up Buster, who is still among the barely living.
The chickens are still a hoot and a half. There is the one dominant rooster who, when I enter his domain, postures and struts. He will pick up any handy stick or stone, repeatedly while looking at me, trying to act the tough guy. Like, "I'm bad. Don't mess with me." Cracks me up.
Sweetie has been doing all sorts of chores and tasks around the house. He put down the floor tiles (that we bought last year,) in the bathroom over the weekend. Gawd, it looks great!
His unemployment benefits denial is now in appeal. It will take another month for any judgement.
The Friendship Spinners' retreat was this past weekend and I had a very good time. Having my own little cell and three meals a day were quite excellent, as was the company of my friends, some of whom I hadn't seen enough of recently.
I took fiber and needles and two spinning wheels to sell and made enough money to keep me and Sweetie in groceries and utilities for the next 6-8 weeks. That was a major stress relief, let me tol' ya.
Gotta go, as we are going to the local Lion's dinner meeting. Sigh. It's a networking-occasion-for-Sweetie ordeal that I will grudgingly suffer for his sake.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Cut and Paste
Just home from the Friendship Spinners' retreat at the St. Meinrad Archabbey and checked my email. I can't write coherently right now, but I had to share this little gem. May I present, Bunnies in Space.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Help Wanted
So.
I have this issue weighing on my mind, especially since the recent puppy mill bust in Harrison County.
I know of a bunny mill that operates here in Harrison County. I had occasion to strike up a conversation with a person that shows angora bunnies, and I visited her. Let me say that I was appalled at the conditions that the poor things were living in. The bunny house was not large, maybe 12" x 15", with no ventilation. There were over 30 bunnies housed there, in cages stacked three and four high, with poop overflowing. My allergies were bad so that I could not smell what was probably an oppressive aroma of ammonia in that enclosed space.
Sometimes, I feel bad that my barn bunnies are in 24"x30" suspended cages. This woman made me feel better. At least my bunnies are not subjected to rising piles of poop and the caustic smell of urine in their small cages. Also, I visited her at three in the afternoon, and she said it was the first time she had been to see them that day. I tend to my bunnies twice a day, every day, making sure they have clean water, pellets, hay, and the occasional treat. That is the least I can do for them.
She keeps not only angoras, but netherland dwarves and dwarf hotoes, which she sells to 4H-ers. She loves to show her angoras but isn't crazy about the breeding aspect, which she farms out. She has one friend that breeds angoras. He culls (kills) those bunnies that are not up to "breed standard." I told her that I would take any bunny that he was ready to kill and so got Dexter, a great wooler with an excellent temperament but who unfortunately had hind feet that splayed "just a bit too much." Oh, is that worthy of a death sentence?
Long story short. I am sure this isn't a rarity, but I want to do something to stop her and others. Any ideas? It was too hard for the local officials to close a puppy mill with 240 animals. So hard, in fact, that the state attorney general had to get the operators on tax evasion. I can't realistically expect them to be concerned with a small bunny mill operation. Hell, they can't even keep up with the meth labs in the county.
Like I said, this has been weighing on my mind. NancyNeverSwept suggested petitioning the National Angora Breeders of America to adopt minimum standards of care. I shall do this, as I became a member last year.
I have this issue weighing on my mind, especially since the recent puppy mill bust in Harrison County.
I know of a bunny mill that operates here in Harrison County. I had occasion to strike up a conversation with a person that shows angora bunnies, and I visited her. Let me say that I was appalled at the conditions that the poor things were living in. The bunny house was not large, maybe 12" x 15", with no ventilation. There were over 30 bunnies housed there, in cages stacked three and four high, with poop overflowing. My allergies were bad so that I could not smell what was probably an oppressive aroma of ammonia in that enclosed space.
Sometimes, I feel bad that my barn bunnies are in 24"x30" suspended cages. This woman made me feel better. At least my bunnies are not subjected to rising piles of poop and the caustic smell of urine in their small cages. Also, I visited her at three in the afternoon, and she said it was the first time she had been to see them that day. I tend to my bunnies twice a day, every day, making sure they have clean water, pellets, hay, and the occasional treat. That is the least I can do for them.
She keeps not only angoras, but netherland dwarves and dwarf hotoes, which she sells to 4H-ers. She loves to show her angoras but isn't crazy about the breeding aspect, which she farms out. She has one friend that breeds angoras. He culls (kills) those bunnies that are not up to "breed standard." I told her that I would take any bunny that he was ready to kill and so got Dexter, a great wooler with an excellent temperament but who unfortunately had hind feet that splayed "just a bit too much." Oh, is that worthy of a death sentence?
Long story short. I am sure this isn't a rarity, but I want to do something to stop her and others. Any ideas? It was too hard for the local officials to close a puppy mill with 240 animals. So hard, in fact, that the state attorney general had to get the operators on tax evasion. I can't realistically expect them to be concerned with a small bunny mill operation. Hell, they can't even keep up with the meth labs in the county.
Like I said, this has been weighing on my mind. NancyNeverSwept suggested petitioning the National Angora Breeders of America to adopt minimum standards of care. I shall do this, as I became a member last year.
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