It's morning somewhere

The poor fern doesn't know why it gets picked on so. One day, it's enjoying the sunshine streaming through the window. The next, it's turned into a kitty chair. I can yell until I'm blue in the face, but that kitty just sits there, enjoying the greenery. When good weather gets here to stay, the fern gets to go back outside, where it will revert back to it's normal beauty. Until then, it will have to suffer.

I was trying to straighten up some boxes and came across this photo. I took it 20-some years ago, and it continues to be one of my favorites.

This is the other painting I had planned to paint for the niece. Now, I just need to get them to her... And how are YOU doing, this fine morning?

I'm not sure what these two are up to. I thought they had a spider or some sort of bug, but it's winter and I haven't seen any around. Of course, the cats can find playthings a lot easier than I can. Grey Feather used to crawl under the couch and bring out toys, but she's gotten too big. My next guess is that they're planning something... something I might not like. Hmmmmm. I guess I'll have to start sleeping with both eyes open.

Can you tell?

I missed the speech. No, no, please, I don't need to hear about it:)

How about a joke, instead:

Walking into the bar, Mike said to Charlie the bartender, "Pour me a stiff one - just had another fight with the little woman."

"Oh yeah?" said Charlie, "And how did this one end?"

"When it was over," Mike replied, "She came to me on her hands and knees.

"Really," said Charles, "Now that's a switch! What did she say?"

She said, "Come out from under the bed, you little chicken."

NPR was talking about today being the anniversary of Roe v. Wade.

There was an anti-abortion guy who was telling the listeners that 250,000 abortions are performed at Planned Parenthood every year.
Imagine! If those fetuses had come to full term and were birthed, just think of how many additional people would be populating our country. Now correct me if my math is wrong, but I came up with 500,000 in 2 years, 750,000 in 3 years, 1,000,000 in 4 years, 1,250,000 in 5 years. I wonder how that guy proposes to feed, clothe, and house all those additional mouths. Of course, I figure he'd say that it's not his problem.

The Planned Parenthood lady was right when she said something like, "we need to find ways to stop the NEED for abortions, not stop abortions".

Finally! It snowed all night, but the snow is good packing snow, and the weather is not too cold. I hope the kids in the area are outside, enjoying the snow.

As I walked to the back yard, I found there was ice, hiding beneath the snow. I fell, but later decided that would be a good spot for a snow angel.

My friend asked me to take pictures of the roses she received. I haven't given her the copies, yet. I thought the picture needed a little something. I wonder how she'll like this shot?

Did you ever wonder how Grey Feather got her name?

As always, check out the wonderful animal pictures linked for Friday Ark at The Modulator.

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I was able to watch Scrubs tonight. It was a musical and was quite amusing. There was a spot where they sang about poop. Among all the other poop-related terms, they used the phrase, "dropping the kids off at the pool". One of my co-workers loves to use that line. Darn! I wish I had taped that show.

I noticed the glass on my screen door had some fancy patterns.


The ice is taking it's sweet time in melting.


Ice and snow, still on the ground, surrounding the trees.


The birds (I think they're Starlings) look cold.


The sun did come out this afternoon. Too bad it didn't melt much.

This was from the weekend. I don't think we saw any sun. It was mostly dreary, sleety, rainy, and cold. Yesterday, we had flurries of snow, but not much accumulation. The sun is out, today, but it's still cold. Brrr! If we could just have cold weather, but no snow or ice, I wouldn't mind as much.

The storms finally left this area, onward to the next areas on their agenda. I hope everyone stays safe.

This morning, I was supposed to go into work. Once I finally made it out the door (there was a buildup of frozen stuff blocking it from being opened) I found that the deck was covered in ice, and so was my car. I did NOT want to go to work so I called a boss and told him that I couldn't get into my car and I was NOT going to drive on this stuff. He said he would come and pick me up. He called me from the top of a hill and told me that he would meet me, walking, on the way down. I already had my hiking boots on, so I threw on my coat and headed out. I made it several yards, slipping and sliding, when I decided to go back and get something to sink into the ice, so I could stay upright. The boss was already part-way down and called to me. He said, "here, take my hand," and he helped me walk up the hill. Luckily, the streets were much better than my lane, and I was only 17 minutes late. It was dry for part of the day, but once afternoon came around, the rain started coming down. The walk down the hill was much easier, but walking on this stuff is going to be a tricky experience, tomorrow. It's still raining, and freezing temperatures are forecast for the night.

Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth...Oops, we meant your other right hand.

Billie Jean
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son

I like this picture. The baby could be saying, "Get that camera away, you damned paparazzo!"
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SNL is pretty lame, tonight, isn't it?

My niece looked at a picture (I had painted some years ago) hanging on her mother's wall, and told me she liked that one, a lot. I decided to paint a similar one for her. This is the one for her. I think I might try to lighten the mountains in the middle. They should look more distant. I might leave it as is. This one is a lot darker than the one hanging on her mom's wall, but it's still quite similar. Some time back, I painted a desert picture, with lots of cactus, that I really enjoy. I'm thinking of painting another copy for her wall.
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I listened to part of Rush Limbaugh's show, today. I can't believe the people calling in, fawning all over him. Some woman called in stating she was in his "Amazon Brigade". Of course, he had to ask her what she meant. She bragged that she was tall and blond. She said that the male callers from the past week were feminized and they needed to realize why we need to send more troops over to Iraq. She and Rush had a good time gabbing about how "liberal education" makes men feminized, and how she could take those "girly" men, 'cos she was 6 foot tall and blond.

The show was nothing but his usual hate-spewing nonsense. Today, he was beating up on Barbara Boxer because she asked Condoleezza Rice, "who pays the price?" and pointed out that she, herself, wouldn't, because of the ages of her kids, and that CRice didn't have an immediate family, to worry about being sent to Iraq. He also slapped Bill Clinton several times, probably because he wishes he was BClinton. Personally, I think his listeners tune in to hear the continual smack-down of BClinton. All that hatred, from Rush and his ditto-heads, is probably rooted from a very deep jealousy of... you guessed it...Bill Clinton.

I put it off as long as I can, but I finally stopped at the store. Looking at these cuties, I realize how glad I am that I did stop. I stocked up on cat treats. I got their usual, but also picked up a new one, which they tried out as soon as everything was put away. At the store, I didn't read the label to see what flavor it was, I just grabbed and threw it in the cart. I wish I'd bought more. The flavor is "Dairy". The babies gobbled their treats and looked for more.

As always, check out the wonderful animal pictures linked for Friday Ark at The Modulator.

Can you believe that? And Grey Feather is demanding to play strings. She was climbing the bookcase (where I keep the strings, way up high) and fell! Poor kitty. We're going to play strings now. On a visit to my niece's house, I noticed she had bare walls. Since I seem to ruin my paintings, anyway, I might as well let her get some use out of a couple, of the remaining good ones, not hanging on my walls. Besides, that just might get me in gear to finish the the three or four I've started. She and her husband seemed pleased. I only asked that she not leave them on the walls, if/when they move. She agreed:)

The Subtle Neurotic
You scored 54 anxiety, 62 awkwardness, and 43 neuroticism!
You have all the makings of neuroticism without any of the amusing trappings--you are The Subtle Neurotic! Plagued by doubt, fears, and worries, you are much more likely to have a quiet existential crisis off on your own than to bite your fingernails. You worry a lot over social situations, but take heart--chances are, you're not nearly as awkward as you feel you are. The best advice I can give you? Confide your worries in someone--no matter how irrational they seem. You're far too likely to keep everything bottled up.

Your high anxiety score implies that you are unable to relax, worry about the future often, and probably are plagued by irrational fears and self-doubt.

Your high awkwardness score implies that you are socially nervous, probably have difficulty with conversation, and perhaps feel uncomfortable in large groups of people, such as at parties.

Your low neuroticism score implies that you don't exhibit subtle neurotic behaviors--your nails are probably an acceptable length, your pencils aren't covered with bite marks, and your bookcase isn't arranged alphabetically by genre. Congrats!


My test tracked 3 variables. How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 99% on anxiety
You scored higher than 99% on awkwardness
You scored higher than 99% on neuroticism
Link: The Neurotic Test written by littlelostsnail on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test.

# posted by oldwhitelady @ 1/07/2007 11:57:00 AM 0 comments

You know how it is? You finally decide to do it. Psyched, you push the button... only to get....

Could not switch you to the new Blogger

Why can't I switch to the new version of Blogger?

Fine. I understand. Truly I do. One day, the old Blogger will allow me to join the new Blogger... the ultimate in blogging. Oh, yes. When that day comes, I'll be so happy... or not:) Now, I wish I'd tried while it was still in Beta.

Treat for the day = fried turnips. MMMMMmmmmmm.

It's too late for me, but, please, save yourselves!

PS: A South American scientist from Argentina, after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain and sexual activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse.

Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late...

One more cat, and it would be a full house. Lady Fortuna had an earlier planned appointment. Sure, it was with her bed, but she had already planned her evening, so couldn't join the others. In fact, Grey Feather was the only visible kitty when the strings came out. She played enough that it drew Rocky Girl. Then, in strolls Cotton. Last, but not least, was Sgt Mango. He's just sitting there in the photo, but don't let him fool you. He played with those strings, just like the rest.

As always, check out the wonderful animal pictures linked for Friday Ark at The Modulator.

They're still keeping me busy... but not too busy to take sunset photos!

Oh, Geez! It looks like Kenneth Quinnell moved The Practical Press to the new Blogger. I can't post anything until I move my blog to the new Blogger or make a Google account, or something.

Last night was filled with good food, friendship & kinship. This little party animal told jokes all evening... at least, I thought she did.
This one didn't. Instead, it was rumored that he slept all evening.My cats were fighting over who would make the first picture posted for the new year. HA! on them.