Sunday, November 30, 2014

Christmas Selfie: Maggie


The Other Reindeer?



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"Santa Claws"

Simon's Cat in "Santa Claws"

As you decorate this year, remember that pets like to help!
Please be careful, and keep it safe for everyone!

Friday, November 28, 2014

Lovely Wild


By Megan Hart

Mari is a happily married, stay at home mother of two children. However, her own childhood is a mystery to many. In fact, Mari does not seem to remember much of her childhood.  Her psychiatrist husband, Ryan, is one of the few who knows the complicated truth. It was his father who researched her after she was found as a feral child living with her grandmother, in the backwoods of Pennsylvania.  

Now, years later, Ryan and Mari are facing some marital difficulties. Self-serving Ryan delves into his father’s research to uncover more truths about his wife’s past. He intends to write a bestseller, in hopes of salvaging both his career and family finances. In order to research and write his book properly, he feels that he needs to move his family back to Mari’s childhood home. The facts of Mari’s childhood and life do come to light, with all of the horrific and traumatic truths. 

Megan Hart is the author of numerous books. Lovely Wild is a riveting, yet poignant novel. The author describes a backwoods childhood in deep poverty and dysfunction with clear eyes and heart. She writes of the trials of a contemporary marriage with equal clarity. Ultimately, Lovely Wild is a story that will draw you into its unique world, make you think, and stay with you after you close the book.


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Thursday, November 27, 2014

Thankful


May you be safe and warm,
have plenty to share,
be surrounded by loved ones, 
and thankful for it all.

Happy Thanksgiving to Everyone!

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Happy Holidays!

The leaves have all fallen and been raked up
(well, mostly...okay, some...).

Snow is now falling instead of leaves
(I know...it is early).

 Hibernation will set in for many of us
(that hit some of us early, too!).

With the holidays now here, we 
wish you wonderful moments filled with 
many happy memories to keep you warm 
& content through the long Winter months.


Enjoy your holidays & each other.

*P.S. Bill is home for the Thanksgiving weekend!
I will probably not be posting or commenting much 
until next week. Please enjoy your loved ones, too!*

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Treating Your Cat

Please keep this list in mind when treating your cats year round:

A Quick and Handy Guide of KItty Treats vs Poisons
 For more information go to: www.vet-medic.com

Treating Your Dog

Please keep these facts in mind when you are 
treating your dogs, not only at the holidays, 
but every day.

For more information, go to: vet-medic

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Chloe Jo's Bedtime



Chloe Jo is ready for bed.


She is just waiting for Stella and Joey Joe.

Update: Chloe Jo continues to get better.
She is eating her new food, the veterinary diet for stones. 
Her sisters, Maggie & Grizelda are eating the same food. 
This is not only easier, but it is also a good preventative.
The stones can be genetic, and Grizelda is a sister by blood. 
(Please don't tell Chloe Jo...she thinks we are all blood related.) 


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Thursday, November 20, 2014

Orange Cats

Every week, Brenda of BYG Adventutres invites us to "Ponder" with her. She gives us a word prompt and invites us to share what it inspires in us, or means to us. This week, the word is "Orange". 

I really pondered this word. While I couldn't seem to come up with anything profound, I did think of some entertaining orange cats. 


First we have the Helmet Cats.

The helmets can be customized.

Perhaps this one is an officer.

 Next we have the Zen Cats who have studied 
the art of concentration and meditation.

Then there is the traditional orange tabby. Or not.

And finally, there is this orange, orange cat.
                                                            Source

*Please know that no cats were harmed
for the making of these pictures or film.
Orange you glad? I am!

(They may be a bit embarrassed, though.)


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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Experience


Through aged eyes we see
life and love, both differently.
In youth we defend our precious own;
in age we seek a comfort zone.
With wisdom we see through eyes in-kind;
respect then follows close behind.



Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Brave


Today I am joining Rory Bore for her Coffee Chat.  This week we are discussing bravery, "What is bravery to us, and are we brave?".

Not having a good childhood, I learned to be brave very early in life. In fact, it really was never an issue. As early as I can remember I just did what I needed to do. Never tolerating weakness in myself, I saw myself as strong. I was never impetuous or foolish. I just looked at situations and did what I felt was appropriate, being careful in the execution of my plans.

As a child, I was always fearless, simply because I had to be. Some situations did put me in danger not of my choosing, but rather merely life situations. I walked alone to and from school both in the city and country, without a thought regarding the dangers that could involve. I was a latchkey kid from a very early age. I didn’t consider myself brave, but rather responsible. There were scary situations, but I learned that what didn’t kill me made me stronger.

For fun, I climbed trees, waded in bayous with snakes and unknown creatures. I rode bicycles through all kinds of wild terrain, both urban and rural. I trapped and handled all kinds of critters, domestic and wild. I did whatever I could to experience everything that I could. I sought the good things in life and embraced them. I figured,  “what didn’t kill me make me stronger”. I was fearless, but never considered it bravery.

As I got older, I continued this approach to life. I joined ROTC, being one of the first girls allowed in the Unit. First as Public Relations Officer I represented our (now co-ed) Unit, speaking to a variety of large groups of people (of various ages). I joined Color Guard and Flag Detail, leading both and performing publicly. I joined Drill Team, learning to handle an M16 rifle. Later I was the second highest in command of our Unit, leading over one hundred cadets. I wanted to make a difference. Again, I was fearless but never considered myself brave. I just did what I felt was right.

Leaving school, I knew I needed to do certain things to live a decent life. Sometimes choices were appropriate for me, but unpopular with some people. I guess it takes a certain amount of bravery to achieve what is right for oneself, but I never looked at it that way. I followed my conscience. I never thought about bravery; I did what I felt was the right thing.

At this point in my life, I still face life situations that challenge me. I am often alone, day and night. Needless to say, night can be unsettling when alone. It can present situations that test bravery. I must do things that need to be done regardless of fear, so I do not think about that. I do my best. 

I do not think about my own personal bravery. I never have. I think about doing the right thing. I think about doing my best. I guess that takes a certain level of bravery, but for me it is business as usual.


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Sunday, November 16, 2014

Stella's Photo Session

Stella's photo session did not go well.
She does not like having her picture taken.

She will not cooperate...at all.

She will beg and plead for you to, "Stop!"

When Chloe Jo photo bombed, 
it allowed Stella to finally escape.

However, Stella did make her feelings quite clear. 



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Friday, November 14, 2014

Fill-In Fun #189

The "Follow Friday Four Fill-In" is hosted by Hilary at Feeling Beachie. Each week, she posts statement with blanks. Our mission, should we choose to accept, is to copy the statement and fill in the blanks on our blogs. Then link up to her blog for sharing. Hilary is always looking for co-hosts and more statements for us to fill in. Please visit her, and let her know your suggestions! This week the co-host is Obi of Eloquent Rambles.

The statements & My Answers: #189:

1. I just plug into music when I feel stressed out. Music can usually help relax me, and then I am better able to sort things out.

2. Snow is forecast for this weekend! They are predicting the possibility of a few inches. It looks like I got the Mulberry leaves up just in time. Our giant, old Mulberry tree dumps its leaves around the time of the first really hard freeze. And then there are a lot of leaves all at once!

3. If I could, I would end animal abuse and neglect. I would make sure every abuser was listed on the National Registry. You can sign the National Registry for Animal Abusers petition to help make that happen. We need to take care of the animals, too. We share the world with them. In fact, they were here first.

4. It’s the little things in life that makes me truly happy. Simple things, genuine things, natural things; no fuss, no muss: that’s me.  It doesn’t take much to make me happy



Hoping you have a very happy weekend!



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Thursday, November 13, 2014

The Guitar Ranch

The Hardy Grissom Ranch
Phil Guitar
Abilene, Texas

You can read about this Ranch 
and their Cowboy events at: 
President, Phil Guitar


Another picture taken at 65 MPH, trucking with Bill!




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Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Chloe Jo at Work


Chloe Jo working at her computer.


Maybe PC really means "Perplexed Cat".




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Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Waste


With toxic exhaust of endless chatter,
they babble about what doesn’t matter.
They clutter my mind with their poisoned cloud
of every thought they think out loud.
For their ignorance there must be a solution. 
Their noxious fumes are far more than pollution.


Poem: McGuffy Ann Morris
Image: Source



Late Autumn

...long after the harvest.



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Veteran's Day Tribute

Today the United States of America honours all Veteran's, past and present. We sincerely thank every man, woman, and animal who has bravely served our country. You are deeply appreciated. God be with you in all that you do.

Thank you to all of our Veterans!

Monday, November 10, 2014

When The Gales of November Came Early

November 10, 1975

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down,
of the big lake that they call Gitche Gumee.
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore, twenty-six thousand tons more
than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty.
That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed
when the gales of November came early.

The ship was the pride of the American side
coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most,
with a crew and good captain well-seasoned.
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for Cleveland
and later that night when the ship's bell rang
could it be the North Wind they'd be feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
'twas the Witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and breakfast had to wait,
when the gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
in the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck
sayin', " Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya'."
At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said,
"Fellas, it's been good to know ya'."
The captain wired in he had water comin' in,
and the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized,
may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
in the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
the islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
takes in what Lake Erie can send her.
And the iron boats go, as all Mariners know,
with the gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
in a Maritime Sailor's Cathedral.
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times,
for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee.
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
when the gales of November come early!

                         written & performed by Gordon Lightfoot

~In Honour & Memory of the 29 men who lost their lives~

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Chloe Jo's Selfies

Chloe Jo was ready for her turn with the camera.

However, she is not very good at Selfies.

It was a bit disappointing for her.

In fact, she was getting pretty frustrated!

Okay, she gives up! Mom! Help!

That's better. Thanks, Mom.
You're welcome, Chloe Jo.
~xo~




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Saturday, November 8, 2014

The Screen Door

I grew up mostly in Chicago, where we always lived in big, old apartment buildings. Inevitably, we lived on the top floor, which was usually the third floor. As a kid, this was not a problem. In my childhood opinion, it actually gave a nice overall view of the neighborhood and skyline. This was good for watching out for both friends and storms.

One apartment that we lived in had a fairly decent back yard. In the center of the big, cement yard was one huge tree. The adjoining alley was wide enough to play ball.  The stairs going up to the apartments were solid wood and very safe. Each apartment also had its own individual secure porch, with a screen door and a heavy wooden door.

In the Springtime of my tenth year I noticed a couple of squirrels playing on the porch and stairs outside my old back door. They would come and go, jumping from the porch rail up to the rafters of the building. They seemed to be going into the vents or attic area. This went on for days. I was so taken with them that I gave them names: Peanut was the light one, and Walnut was the dark one.

After a couple of weeks, Peanut seemed to be on the porch all of the time. Walnut seemed to visit only occasionally. It was then that we heard squeaks and squeals coming from the rafters. About this time, I had figured out that Peanut was a female and Walnut was a male. It became obvious that Peanut had babies up under the roof.

As I ate my meals, I watched Peanut through the worn out screen door. Peanut would often watch me back from her place on the porch rail. This really worried me, as we were on the third floor. I was afraid she would fall off, which would be disastrous. And what would happen to her babies? I often checked the back yard to make sure there were no squirrels laying there on the cement. I dreaded having to conduct a squirrel funeral, though it wouldn’t be my first (or last) critter funeral.

Every day, I put out food for Peanut. Sometimes I put out cereal or bread, but sometimes I put out popcorn, nuts, or fruit. Her favoutite was definitely peanuts! She would eat her fill, and then carry food, bit by bit, up to her hole in the rafters. This went on for several weeks.

Early one evening, I headed down the long hallway from the front room to the kitchen. I noticed shadows moving around in the light from the open back door. Sure enough, as I approached the kitchen there was movement, and rustling sounds in the kitchen. I was a little apprehensive, until I saw it was Peanut! She was apparently foraging for food. I realized that she must have gotten in through the hole near the handle in the screen door! I talked softly to her until she got her bearings and exited the same way she came in.

My mother immediately took it up with the landlord that our screen door was still in disrepair from before we moved in, well over a year ago. She never mentioned Peanut, though. 

He did finally repair the screen. Peanut never got in again, either. She did raise her babies on and around the porch, high above the cement yard, though. However, much to my relief, I never had any squirrel funerals there.





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Word Prompt: Screen

Friday, November 7, 2014

Full Fill-In #188

The "Follow Friday Four Fill-In" is hosted by Hilary at Feeling Beachie. Each week, she posts statement with blanks. Our mission, should we choose to accept, is to copy the statement and fill in the blanks on our blogs. Then link up to her blog for sharing. Hilary is always looking for co-hosts and more statements for us to fill in. Please visit her, and let her know your suggestions!

The statements & My Answers: #188:

1. What could possibly happen if everyone thought about how their actions affect others? I suspect it would benefit everyone and be a better world.

2. Do you think a book can change your life? While it may not change your life, it can expand awareness and thinking which could certainly change your life. Books are powerful portals to knowledge, capable of bringing about positive change on many levels.

3. Does a day really make a difference? I believe that it does. I often will sleep on something that is bothering me, rather than taking an action that I may regret. Sometimes a new day will give you a new perspective.

4. Feeling a cold floor under my feet is a rude awakening. When at home, I like to wear thick, warm socks most of the time. Having had issues with my ankles and feet, even slippers can be uncomfortable at times



Enjoy your weekend!



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Wednesday, November 5, 2014

The Story


Grace loved to write. However, she was a bit of a perfectionist. She tended to write and then ponder each piece. She would often rewrite parts or even entire stories. Revisions took so much time and effort, but she felt it was imperative in making herself a better writer. Each story had to be just right if she were to ever share them.

Sharing her stories was a big step for Grace. It would force her to be more disciplined with her writing process. She sought places to submit her stories, to share them with others. There were creative prompts, but deadlines and time constraints, too. Grace decided to go for it, and join in.

After getting the creative prompt, she wrote a story. Then she rewrote it, and then she revised it. She still agonized over getting it just right. Finally, Grace decided to sleep on it. She knew that she was already late getting her submission in.

In the morning, Grace read her story once more. She then typed it up, checked it a final time, and submitted it before she could change her mind.  Breathing a sigh of relief, she knew that she was finally done. Now it was time for a happy dance!



Doing it Right

Today I am joining Rory Bore of Time Out for Mom for her Coffee Chat. Each week she hosts a “Coffee Chat” where we discuss topics that she presents to us. She always poses questions that make me think. This week, Ms. Rory Bore has asked us the profound question, “Are you more worried about doing things right, or doing the right things?”

I believe that doing things right and doing the right things are very tightly intertwined. At this point in my life I am very aware of my moral compass, and am careful to follow it.

Recently, I had the opportunity to serve on a “Board”. I felt this was the right thing to do, and did it for the right reasons. I wanted to volunteer in a position and capacity where I could represent others. I hoped to be their voice and look out for their best interest. I had also hoped to effect positive change.

In my position, I did everything that was expected of me according to the rules of the “Board”. I even went above and beyond, doing whatever was asked of me by other members. I took it all very seriously, wanting to do things right. I felt it was important.

Boards and committees tend to be political. Unfortunately, being politically correct is not the same as being morally correct. My moral compass seems to point in a different direction than some. I am not afraid to stand up for what I know to be right; I am not willing to settle for less. Consequently, I am no longer on this particular board.

I do not believe the concept of “politically correct”, especially when it conflicts with doing the right thing. I feel it is more important to be morally correct. I know that is the right thing for me. I cannot be a part of something where that is compromised. I try to do the right thing, and then do it right.


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