How odd, the pig cartoon that I posted on Saturday has spontaneously updated to a pickle cartoon.  WTF    It makes all the comments on us pig boned ladies totally irrelevant.  Has this ever happened to anyone else?   How bizarre, how bizarre!

What a day.   I've always known that our cat, piper, was one hell of a tree climber.  She's really little and extremely fast.  Because every other cat in the neighborhood is twice as big as she is tree climbing is something she learned quick.  She's quite the huntress as well and when she had Fatboy I would see them hunting together.  Her teaching him the ropes so to speak.  He's a lot bigger though and deserves his name so I never thought too much about his hunting abilities compared to hers.  Well he has changed my perception totally.  When I went to give them supper he had a headless squirrel on the front porch.   No piper in sight so he has to be the guilty party.  So gross!   Now aren't you all glad I shared that little tidbit of country living with you.

More animal stories.  When I was in third grade Gloria Vasquez invited me to spend the night at her house.  Our family lived in Phoenix Arizona at the time, in a subdivision of houses called Starlite park.  I was pretty excited as this would be my first sleep over that wasn't next door.  Her house seemed miles away, though looking back, it couldn't have been to far because no-one rode a bus to school, we all walked.   Her house was great, she had the kind of front yard you could play in. (ours was landscaped with roses, not something you really want to play in.)   her mom was home when we got there. (I was an original 60's latchkey kid)  And best of all she had food ready.  Something every starving kid, home from school appreciates.  We ate our snack, explored her bedroom and then went outside to play.  We were in the street with the other kids from her neighborhood playing kickball when Gloria's dog started barking his head off.  Being good little girls we went over to pay him some attention.

I leaned over the chain link fence and just as she said "don't get to close" he sprang up and bit clean thru my upper lip.  The rest of the afternoon is a haze.  I remember her mom trying to fix me up, but the thing I remember most is, that night lying in bed with Gloria, her parents had a fight.  ABOUT ME!  Her mom was freaking out about having to tell my mom about the dog bite, and wanting to get rid of the dog.  Saying stuff like she'll have scars, they'll sue.  Her dad was defending the dog, and telling her she was over reacting.  That was the first time I ever heard parents fight.  Man it was a doozy.  Bit in the face by a dog and the worst part was the parents.   My face stayed swollen and really sore for about a week, if my mom and dad freaked I never heard about it, though I wasn't allowed to spend the night at Gloria's house again.  And no, for the record I have no scars of any kind from the bite..  Just the ones in my head, from the fight.

More favorite people:

If I was dying there's no question, I would want her to take care of me.

PS   She is going to have a baby on Nov. 19 the bouncing baby boy will weigh 7lbs 4oz and be 20.5 inches long.  At least that's what I guessed in the baby pool.

For everyone today.  

I know...couldn't help myself.

Bear went back to work tonight, so I won't see him until Wednesday morning.  It used to really bug me being alone so much, but anymore I slip into the groove pretty quick.  I do what I want to, when I want to.  I don't go anywhere, I just hang out here at home most of the time.  That's okay too.  I like home.  I spend a lot of time drawing, watching the tube (yeah! big screen TV) on the computer, reading, listening to music, and a whole lot of puttering.  I guess I would probably go out more if there was someplace within 100 miles that I haven't been to at least 3 dozen times.  That's the reason that I go to St. Louis and Kansas City at the drop of a hat.  You want to leave now? okay, let me grab my toothbrush.  That's also the reason the possibility of Bear getting transfered really doesn't trouble me to much.  I'm ready let's go.

I'm thinking about updating the bedroom into a Moroccan theme. Something like this only not so pink.  More greens and golds.   What I need is some clearer ideas, or a better picture.   I figure I can surprise the old man, he leaves at 7 pm Sat. and doesn't get home until 9 am wednesday morning that gives me plenty of time to do whatever.

  What do you think?

Should I do this or does someone have a better idea.  Just no florals or frills, other than that I'm open to suggestions.  Especially suggestions with color photos to help this poor unimaginative woman. 

Now for something new.  This is going to be my xanga, if I was, could, space.

Example:  If I was rich I would give money to her.

If I could eat lunch with anyone it would be her.

If I could wave my magic mom wand I would do it for you.

All for now, from the pig boned lady.

I have the shittiest computer on Earth, possibly the whole galaxy.  It is still randomly shutting off, giving me the blue screen of death and error reporting.  Variation of the three randomly happen and I never know what to expect.  Did I mention the freezing, it does that too.  Piece of shit computer.  RANT, RANT, RANT!!

I recently renewed my premium, that means I have been part of xanga for close to two years.  Now going onto my third.  I really resisted going premium the first time, this time I couldn't NOT renew, I can't imagine going back to plain jane.  Even though a lot of what's offered I don't use.  I'm just not that computer literate.  html makes my eyes glaze and believe me that's not a pretty sight.

Lazy Sunday today, the best day, even for people who don't work anymore.  It finally feels like winter and there's nothing better than to be wrapped up in an afghan blanket all warm and cozy with nothing pressing to do.  If I had a roaring fire and a cup of hot chocolate it would be a Norman Rockwell painting. 

I remember one time when I was about 5 or 6 it snowed early in the year.  My three sisters and I played outside until our feat and hands were numb.  I went in and sat in front of the fire and watched Romper Room.  I was so cold and yet it was the warmest I ever remember feeling.  When I started to thaw out it felt like fire.  (sidenote, Romper Room never said my name in the magic mirror.  You would think with a common name like Elizabeth she would have, but if she did I missed it. )    There are a lot of things I remember about that house even though we moved when I was 7.  Funny things that aren't important.  Then there are huge gaps in my memory like I wasn't even alive.  Sometimes I wonder about that. 

Have A great day everyone, stay safe. 

Got the Christmas catalog from my favorite place to shop.  Lo and behold on page 118 is the new fantasy bra and panty set.  11 million dollars worth of white diamonds, yellow-orange sapphires, rhodolites and amethysts.  Together they contain 5,436 gems, with a 70 carat pear shaped diamond as a show stopper.  So I call over Bear and say "take a look at this".  He says,  "She's hot, who is it?"   "Not her, the bra and panties.  "Oh!" big sheepish grin.  "sorry"  She, by the way is Heidi Klum, for the guys and gals that like my husband live most of their lives in a cave. 

Let praise be given equally to women as well as men who have been distinguished in virtue.
- -- Plato

Imagine that, Plato!  Who knew.  I just wish he had elaborated more, like intelligence, committment, etc.  But virtue is a good thing, and means a whole lot more than keeping your pants on anyway. 

I hope everyone has a Happy Halloween!

My husbands grandma died last night.  I am sad for him and his mom.  I am sad for her brothers, and all the family but I am thrilled for her.  She was a tiny, ornery, firecracker of a woman with more than her share of Yankee common sense and guts.  In the last year she went down fast, she wanted to go and hated being bedridden and in pain.  After being active all her life, she lost her independance, she would ask my mother in law why God wouldn't take her, last night he finally did.  It makes me sad that we won't see her anymore.  I recognize that I am not crying for her death but at the loss all my in laws feel at losing their matriarch.  The strong woman she was all her life not the suffering woman she became.  I don't care how old you are, losing your mother is a hard thing and no matter how expected it is you still hurt.  Loss is loss and the how and why don't matter when your grieving.

What kept me awake last night!  Yeah I know I'm weird.     But it kept me from thinking about other sadder things.                              Why snail mail isn't working:

If you mail a letter to the town 60 miles North of where I live, that letter has to travel 80 miles South before it turns right back around, goes through this town, and then goes North the originally intended 60 miles.  Hmm??  What really kills me about this system is that  this very same letter is picked up on it's way to the town in the North, it's just not dropped off because they "can't" process mail there.  So it basically gets there twice.  Once on the day you mail it and then again in the next day or so when it gets sorted at the main Little Rock branch of the great snail mail center, to be sent on it's backtracking merry way....and they wonder why they're losing money.  I am sure in some beauracratic circles there's a perfectly good reason for this, what it is escapes me.

Milk Duds are a truly underrated candy, I may eat them all before Friday. 

Smarties are addictive.

It's finally feeling like Autumn.  For two weeks we have had warm temps usually in the upper 70s middle 80s.  Overnight we dropped almost 15 degrees.  The wind is blowing and the sky turned gray.  There won't be anymore sleeveless shirts and procrastination time is over, I need to dig out my fall and winter clothes.  Now it feels like Halloween can arrive. 

I always buy the "good candy"  we don't have that many trick or treaters so anything that's left over I want to like.  I get the little candy bars like Snickers,  Kit Kat, Baby Ruth, Starburst stuff like that, if the kids had walkie talkies the word would spread "hey some crazy lady is giving away handfuls of candy".  But they don't so I always end up with a bowl of really good stuff. 

On the flip side, a friend of my dad's lives on what's called school hill.  All the houses are close together, and it's the biggest concentration of houses in town.  It's the place where kids can just run from house to house.  Dovie runs out of candy every year, no matter how much she buys.  If it were me I would just turn off the porch light.  I think most kids understand that universal signal and the ones that don't, I would just tell them, "to late, all gone"  but that's me, and she is a soft hearted little old lady.  Last year she felt so bad for running out of candy that she gave away instant oatmeal.  I can just see some kids face when he got home and dumped out his candy bag and saw oatmeal.  "WTF?"   But hey it was portable and in individual packets, and like I said she's soft hearted.    My dad is going to buy her a couple of extra bags of candy and I may do the same.   Stem the oatmeal tide. lol          (Her fixed income is fixed way to low to spring for decent Halloween candy) 

 All for now maybe more later!

George is a big pig.  He is calm, sweet and oh so very patient.  He give new meaning to the word.  Case in point.

This is Budgie!  Budgie thinks George is a great playmate.  As soon as George moves Budgie runs out of his cage and gets as close to George as he can.  Trilling and kissing, whistling and following wherever George goes.  He even taught himself to drink out of Georges' sipper bottle.  When I put Georges' fruit and veggies down Budgies waddles over to have a nibble.  I guess he figures if it's good enough for George it's good enough for him.  Through it all George patiently goes about his business of being a big pig.  Even though Budgie is a get in your face bird.

This is Little Bit!  Little Bit belongs to my dad, but I'm taking care of him for a week or two.

Little Bit meet George

Did I mention George is a patient, calm pig.

The only thing George wanted to know was why he had to share his carrot.

I feel really bad for not posting in so long and I know that there are at least one or two nice people out there who wonder what is going on.  The truth is I am completely overwhelmed.  Things are not going all that great and I can feel myself slipping into a real depression, I just don't know how to stop the slide.  So if you were wondering, now you know.

You are Form 5, Dragon: The Weaver. "And The Dragon seperated the virtuous from the sinful. He tore his eyes from his sockets and used them to peer into the souls of those on trial to make a judgement. He knew that with endless knowledge came endless responsibility." Some examples of the Dragon Form are Athena (Greek), St. Peter (Christian), and Surya (Indian). The Dragon is associated with the concept of intelligence, the number 5, and the element of wood. His sign is the crescent moon. As a member of Form 5, you are an intelligent and wise individual. You weigh options by looking at how logical they are and you know that while there may not always be a right or wrong choice, there is always a logical one. People may say you are too indecisive, but it's only because you want to do what's right. Dragons are the best friends to have because they're willing to learn.