Sunday, June 30, 2013

Memory Lane - Cat Style

My last post was a time progression of the maturation of a human (me) and I thought since I was traveling Memory Lane I would do a post of the kitties I've had in my life.

Meet Aniak, a.k.a. Annie. She was living when I first started this blog so she is in a couple entries. My understanding she was a Russian Blue with green eyes. She was just under a year old, had previously had a litter of kittens, when we got her from her foster organization in Kodiak. She, and Chloe, moved with us from Kodiak to Florida. She was very sweet although she had short patience for combing ;)
Talalamacus, a.k.a. Tally, was a sweet, timid, but not-too-bright boy that we adopted in Kodiak after Kitty died. He was living at my vet's office after several failed adoption attempts because he was so timid. He hid a lot, especially when we added a new furry friend to our home, but would eventually get used to the change. Eventually he and Chloe became very close and he would wash her ears and face. She would  encourage it by tucking her head into him - it was bizarre. Did I mention he was a beautiful kitty with big blue eyes?
Kitty was an entertaining cat who loved to hunt, actually kill, smaller creatures. He was what I would describe as a "bad boy" yet he loved kids and would let them carry him around holding him by the neck. Go figure. We adopted him in Anchorage, moved him and Chloe to Aniak for a couple years, before living out his final years in Kodiak. We adopted him Feline Leukemia positive so we were lucky that we had him as long as we did.

I had Nermal when I lived in Seattle. I still argue that he was the world's cutest cat. He was a bit developmentally disabled or just punch drunk from rough housing with his Uncle Spencer from about day one when he arrived as a kitten. He was grey and white (my favorite cat colors) with gold eyes. He was a small cat.
Spencer was my first cat. I got him from a coworker in Seattle (and later, the son of two of his litter mates, Nermal). He was a great cat with big beautiful eyes that I could not catch in a photo - he always squinted when I took his picture. He liked to play and hunt and was extremely friendly. When my neighbors would walk their dog, he would go with them. As you can see in the photo above, he worried our poor parakeet, possibly to death. After I got a divorced and would come back to visit him, he would snuggle up so tight against me and purr so hard that he drooled. Wonderful, wonderful cat that I think about often.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Time Marches On

One of my favorite movies is Steel Magnolias and I find it full of interesting quotes. One particular exchange was between the actresses Olympia Dukakis and Shirley McClain. One says "time marches on" and the other responds "and it marched across your face." Burrr.....

I don't have  a lot of photos of myself in my teenage years and twenties but I did find a enough to put together enough to prove that time does march on and sadly it does march across one's face ;) These photos are between 10-20 years apart and the two weddings are 10 years apart.

Baby picture in Osceola, Arkansas

2nd grade photo - New Orleans, LA

Early twenties - Seattle, Washington

Late thirties - Kodiak, Alaska

Mid forties - Clearwater, FL

Early fifties - Clearwater, FL

1st wedding, Dumas Arkansas - 1/22/77

2nd wedding, Kauai, Hawaii - 1/15/1987
Hopefully I will someday be able to a sixties photo!

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Paula Deen

Nothing specific to say about her recent troubles but since the issue is in the news I would like to say it's time that as a society we need to grow up and quit calling each other derogatory names. I detest how in some situations the words Bitch and Ho are used to reference to females as if that's acceptable. It reminds me of childhood when people would call me carrot-top or kids with glasses four-eyes. I thought we grew up and became enlightened on the feelings and value of people other than ourselves.

I don't get on a soapbox very often so please tolerate my short rant.

Designing a Sewing/Craft Room

Perhaps I am a little ahead of myself because I haven't cleared out the spare bedroom turned junk collection room yet. When it comes to home projects, I can see the big vision in great detail, including what will look good with what, but actually getting it done is overwhelming. So much so I can't even start. If I had a team I could manage them into my dream room but it's going to be hard to get there on my own. Once the room is cleared out (which inludes heavy bedroom furniture to move out) I will start to take photos to share. I sure hope that is in 2013, lol.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Neighborhood Muscovy

Broke Wing So, back in March a mama Muscovy showed up with 14 ducklings in the pond across the street. These ponds are retention pond...