Thursday, April 27, 2017

.. and then I went grocery shopping ..

Normal day today, coming in from work I call down the stairs "Hi Andy!" to my son.  Continuing into the kitchen my purse, lunch tote and keys are deposited on the counter between the fridge and the stove.  Moving into the living room I see something odd - "Hey guys!  There is a spider here missing a leg!  Okay, well the leg isn't missing, it's sitting right next to him.  If you guys are going to kill
spiders, can you at least eat them?"

Heading back to the kitchen to get dinner ready for the "guys" I say "Hi Cruz, such a sweet boy.  Emmett!  Look at you, what a good boy you are!  Oh there you are Louise, how are you doing?  Such a pretty girl, yes!  You hungry?  Wheezy, what are YOU doing? Are you feeling okay?  Can I pet you?  Nice girl!  Abby, where are you? Oh Abby, don't sit on the railing like that, you're making me nervous!"

Yes, I have entire conversations with my cats, as if they understand what I am saying and are conversing with me as well.

My daughter is expecting a baby, she and her husband just closed on their first house today, so much going on!  My first grand baby!!  I am beyond excited.

Sometimes I make jewelry.  Beaded bracelets are my favorite, for a while I was loving making bracelets with rough African beads and buttons as clasps.  They're beautiful.  Earrings are something I make more when there is an outfit I want to match, because making them is not enjoyable to me.

Tomorrow is the last day at my current job, Monday is the first day of my new job.  Tomorrow my bosses boss is coming into town to pick up my laptop and other equipment, and my new boss is already sending invites to discuss the plan of action for what I will start out doing on Tuesday - after orientation on Monday.

Life.  It's happening all around us.  I'm a normal, what used to be called "traditional" American woman, working for a living, helping my kids when I can, enjoying my pets and volunteering for a local animal rescue group.

Do I sound like a fascist to you?

Apparently I am one.  At least that's what a bunch of thuggish uber-liberal groups are claiming when they are shutting down conservative speakers across the country - controversial ones like Anne Coulter, but also Heather MacDonald who wrote a book about policing in America.  Gavin McInnes is a comedian and a right wing speaker who was invited to speak at NYU but had to stop speaking when he was hit with pepper spray when protesters rushed the stage.

Speech the right disagrees with has been labeled hate speech, and is being shut down all over the
country with violent protests when speech is attempted, and threats of violence when it might.  This is CRAZY!  What ever happened to - I don't like what you have to say but I would defend your right to say it?  You don't have to like people like Ann Coulter, you don't have to agree with someone's politics.  But the answer to speech you disagree with is MORE speech!  Not shutting down speech you don't like.

God help us.

Oh, one more thing.  Protesters who cover their faces - are not simple protesters who disagree with a principle.  They have a much, much darker agenda.  Mark my words.


Thursday, March 16, 2017

Does Your Cat Do This??

No, I don't sleep with my glasses on.  But I do
need them to take a picture!
Emmett loves me.  I know this.  He has turned out to be a scaredy cat, spends a lot of time under my bed or out in the living room if I am home, but not if anyone is visiting.

At night he believes he is Casanova.  Or something.  He climbs on my head and sucks on my hair.  He licks my face and tries to lick inside my nose. No, not allowed, Emmett. He flops his whole body across my neck or worse - my face, sometimes waking me up by not allowing me to breathe!

Yes, he loves me.  I know he's trying to love on me.  Or something.  But it's really hard to get any sleep with him around.  People suggest locking him out of my room at night.  For a while I wore little caps to bed to keep him away from my hair.

But the problem is, while I'm pushing him away .. while I'm whining at him to stop .. while I'm moving him so I can breathe .. I am smiling.

Because yes, Emmett loves me.  And this is the way he shows me.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

.. and cats.

My life.
I work.
I have cats.
Okay, so there are a few other things in my life like a man friend, a son who lives with me a a daughter who is PREGNANT!!!  I'm going to be a grandma!
But beyond those things.
Cats.

My last foster Meatloaf, did indeed find a special home.  A young couple with one cat adopted him and it looks like Meatloaf has especially bonded with his new dad.  I am SO happy for him.

Grace
Since then I have had 2 other fosters, little Grace who is not more than a year and had already given birth to 5 kittens!  And the purported father of said kittens - Tex.  Both wonderful kitties, were only here for a couple weeks.  Most shelter cats tend to come sick, and Grace & Tex were no different.  Once they were well it was time to deliver them to the Petsmart where they were to be put up for adoption.

Turns out - Tex is a nervous traveler.  When I originally picked him up he pooped in his carrier but I didn't think anything of it.  But when I was returning him to the store and he pooped again - I was like - so Tex, you're not fond of the car, huh?

My daughter Dani was with me and had her dog Rue in the front seat of the car with her.  Grace and Tex were both in the back seat when that unmistakable odor wafted into the front seat.  My pregnant daughter was gagging and we quickly opened the windows while I searched for a place to pull over.
Tex

Oh my!  I generally don't travel with wet wipes or anything one would need to clean up kitty poop. Going around to the back seat I opened the door and opened Tex's carrier.  Pulling the blanket out - pieces of poop fell onto the asphalt of the parking lot we were in - but um .. more was still in the carrier.  Trying to get Tex out of the carrier while blocking the door - apparently I smooshed the rest of the poop all along side the inside of the carrier.  OH DIDN'T WE HAVE FUN!

Dani handed me the garbage bag I carry in the front seat that happened to contain a bunch of balled up paper towels which I used to mop up what I could.  Liquid was nowhere to be found but after searching my purse I found one - count 'em - one eye glass lens wipe.  It was enough to wipe up about an inch of smooshed poop.  There I was, determined to not deliver Tex to the store while sitting in his own poop - spitting on paper towels and scrubbing the inside of his carrier - while still making sure Tex did not escape from the car.  Argh!

Mr. McStinky-pants was delivered to the store with some dried poop still on the inside of the carrier, but not on him, and much less than had been there originally.  That night I set out to put together a kit for my car with extra kitty blankets, wet wipes, puppy pee pads, garbage bags, as well as some hand sanitizer and collapsible food bowls.

No doubt I've missed something, but God knows no one will be able say I didn't TRY to be prepared if it happens again!


Monday, January 2, 2017

Let me tell you about Meatloaf (also known as Moose, Tank, and Mr. McFloofy-Pants)

No, not the food - Meatloaf is a cat.  He is my foster cat and he is lovely.

Even when I used to write regularly, I never had a big readership here.  But now since I write once or twice a YEAR, I can expect 2 or 3 people to MAYBE read what I post.  For Meatloafs sake, I wish I had one of those fabulously popular blogs where all I had to do was post something and a cause would go viral.

Alas, that isn't my blog.  But I'm going to talk about Meatloaf anyway.  Because I love him!

Meatloaf was living in a rabbit hutch on a chicken farm in Kentucky when a young girl saw him.  She had just seen an animal advocate who had come to her school to teach the kids about how to take care of and value animals.  When she saw Meatloafs situation she knew it was wrong.  She called the rescue group the woman who came to her school was associated with, and they sent someone out. The woman had to call the police twice to get them to come out and allow her to remove Meatloaf from the property.

Meatloaf had open sores all over his body.  He had bad eye infections, an upper respiratory infection, and was infested with fleas and mites.  The people who "owned" him, had no reason for why he was in the rabbit hutch and exposed to the elements.  They came up with various stories about how he got in the shape he was in.  He was hit by a car.  He was attacked by a dog.  But most likely - he was simply neglected and abused.  His sores were from his own scratching and infections were from neglect.

By the time Meatloaf was transported to the Chicago area where he came into my home, most of his fleas were gone, but he still had open sores and a horrible case of ear mites.  His upper respiratory infection was not completely gone and I was still putting meds into his eyes.  He needed a lot of TLC. I was scared when I first saw him, I'm not a nurse and had never taken care of a cat with bloody sores and being so ill.  What if he didn't want me to touch his wounds?  What if he was too much for me?

There were drops for his ears, ointment for his eyes, sterile cotton and neosporin for his sores.  The vet gave him an antibiotic shot and an anti-inflammatory.  And there were still fleas and mites that the
vet treated him for as well.  That first day when I brought him home from the vet and had him quarantined in my office, he came up to my chair, stood up and put his front paws on my legs and looked up into my eyes and into my heart.

It's taken months for Meatloaf to heal.  His eyes are better, his cough is gone, there are no more fleas or mites or open sores.  I am still cleaning his ears every 2 to 3 days, but everything else is fine. And it's time for him to find his forever home.  If I were going to have a foster failure it would be this boy.  He's sweet and laid back, he loves nothing more than to lay down on my lap and have me pet him to sleep after dinner.  But if I keep him - I will not be able to foster other cats and I really want to do that.  Fostering means being a place for animals that need someone to care for them until a forever home can be found for them.  I want to be able to do that for other cats too.

There was a woman who wanted to meet him and I was hopeful.  She sat with him, petted him, had him on her lap for the better part of an hour.  But she was worried about his cataract - did that mean he might get one in the other eye?  How were his teeth?  She pried his mouth open to look. Obviously she was not looking for a cat (estimated to be about 8 years old) who had come from a rescue situation.

Too bad, it is her loss.  But Meatloaf is still looking for a home.  He isn't going to go to just anyone. A special boy like him - deserves a special home.








Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Sorry not sorry

I am tired of feeling like I need to apologize for being a conservative.  For being a republican. GASP!!  The narrative is that conservatives are among other things, racist, homophobic, xenophobic, ignorant, out of touch, backward folks from fly-over country that don't have the intelligence to know
what's good for them.  Oh wait - I forgot intolerant.  That's a big one.

  • Racist - nope.  Not.  Liberals see everything through the prism of race, conservatives don't. We
    want people to have equal opportunities and that means not artificially leveling the playing field all the time cough affirmative action cough.  Stop identifying people as victims. It gives them an excuse not to try.
  • Homophobic?  Nope.  Here is where I list my gay friends and relatives, right?  But I'm not going to.  I don't care about someones sexual orientation.  And I don't care if you want to get married.  I simply don't care.  Not my business.  Many conservatives are against gay marriage, many are like me.  But the fact is - if they are against gay marriage they are not homophobic or intolerant, it is a religious belief.  The Bible is the Bible and can't be rewritten to match today's mores. Deal with it.
  • Xenophobic?  Nope.  Not that either.  Immigration is fine!  My relatives were all immigrants at some point.  Most Americans are.  All conservatives want are people to come to our country legally.  And once you get here, don't plan on never learning the language and forcing us to adapt to your culture instead of adapting to ours.  Assimilate.  That doesn't mean you can't retain your cultural identity, but this country should come first.  Period.  If you want to come to our country and do not have identifying paperwork or verifiable history - sorry. The good of our nation as a whole comes first.
  • Ignorant?  How do I address that?  Everybody is ignorant of something.  No one knows everything. Maybe I should say that liberals tend to think conservatives are unenlightened.  I would argue that we are as enlightened as the next guy, but our version of enlightened does not mean we are willing to throw our Bibles or flags to the floor because it's not on trend anymore.  We think for ourselves and because we do not believe our college students should need safe spaces so they won't get their feelings hurt if someone wears a sombrero on campus - we are labeled as intolerant and insensitive. No, we just live in the real world where we don't wrap our children in cotton and we prepare them for what the world is really like.
  • Conservatives believe in smaller government, believing that government is supposed to protect us, not control how we live.
  • We do not want Obamacare - or the lies that came with it.  Yep - there are a bunch of people who now have health insurance who never did before.  But a bunch of people who used to have it cannot afford it anymore.  So that is fair, how?  And health care is heading toward the single payer option which would be like all of the country dependent on the VA. Heard any praises for the VA lately?
  • I should bring up climate change while I'm at it.  Conservatives believe in climate change.  It's just that we call it weather.  SUVs didn't kill the dinosaurs or cause the glaciers to recede leaving us the great lakes.  The weather changes, the weather will always change.  We are not arrogant enough to believe man has the ability to change the weather.  We want a clean planet, we recycle and don't litter and agree with some of the regulations to stop the air and water from being poisoned.  But we don't let hypocrites (you Leo DiCaprio and you Al Gore) who fly around in private jets and have huge houses with large carbon footprints tell us that we need to change our way of life because the weather is changing and it is humans doing the damage. Humans need to accept when they are not in control of something.  Weather is one of those things.
  • PC America is an America that is afraid of speaking up for themselves for fear of being called one of the previous things.  Intolerant, racist, all those things.  All the labels that the left uses to shut down conversation.  They cover their ears and look at you in horror because God forbid you said something you think - out loud even!  And it's something they don't agree with so instead of discussing or debating - they shut you down by telling you that you are less than them somehow.  It's killing us.
  • Conservatives think with their heads, liberals think with their hearts.  Logic versus emotion.  I am as compassionate as the next person but but I'm not willing to throw out the baby with the bath water. Like the refugee situation - yes, help people. But don't bring them into our country if they could be a danger to us.
Listen. The country has been moving in the wrong direction.  We aren't allowed to identify right or wrong anymore, things are upside down.  It's okay to kill babies and wrong to execute convicted murderers.  Government has failed us.  Politicians go to Washington and come home wealthy.  How? The jobs don't pay that much.  The day after they are elected, they start working on their re-election campaign.  That's what it is about for them.  We need term limits. We need a non-politician in the White House.  We need a media that reports the facts and does not try to influence the story.  We need the American people to be in control and stop letting a bunch of elites at the top run our lives.


A lot of what people are seeing in this election is anger at Barack Obama.  When he wanted something he almost always got it, no matter what he had to do.  Obamacare?  Not one Republican voted for it. It was full of back room deals and promises for votes. That was justified by saying - it was the right thing to do.  Liberals always have the moral high ground, right?  Or how about things Obama couldn't get through congress so he just enacted it using an executive order?  He wanted it, he knew better, he made it happen.  Conservatives were judged to be wrong.  Just wrong and not allowed to have a seat at the table.

I guess it's obvious that I'm angry.  Angry and frustrated and tired of being put down, mocked, and left without a voice.  Many have said it but this election is a big eff you to all who thought we didn't matter because we still pray and believe life is precious and the flag of this country is important.  I believe Barack Obama referred to us as "bitter clingers".  It doesn't matter now.

And last - the big Republican elephant in the room.  Donald J. Trump.  I did vote for him.  Is he prepared to be president?  Probably not.  Is the man a pig with women?  Yeah, I think he is.  Do I care?  Nope.  Being a pig has never stopped women from loving drug addled rock stars who bedded everyone in site in their day, and probably did worse than anything Trump ever wished he had.  I don't care.  Is he unpredictable and petulant sometimes?  Definitely.  He is all kinds of things I don't want in a president.  I wanted someone else, I would have accepted any of the Republicans who were running in the primaries.  But Trump is who we got and you know what?  I said before I voted that I wasn't fond of Trump but I would chew off my right arm before I voted for Hillary.  She is part of the problem, part of big government, corrupt government, and plays by her own set of rules.  I am one of those conservatives who believes she belongs in jail for the things she's done so I certainly wasn't going to vote for her.

So yeah.  I'm a conservative.  Worse - I'm a conservative who voted for Donald Trump.  I have a gun card and I watch Fox News.  And I am not ashamed.  Not apologizing for it now - or ever.

**Edited to add - This morning there are people out there proclaiming that hate has won.  That white 
supremacy has won.  That they are shocked at how many idiots are out there, referring to people who voted for Trump.  THIS is what it's like to be a conservative these days. Maybe those liberals/progressives need to look inward and realize that they are being hateful and intolerant when they look at conservatives the way they do.  Unfortunately our media and entertainment industry are almost entirely liberal and the information they put out is slanted that way.  People look at that as the norm and don't consider that there is another viewpoint and it is a legitimate one.  But obviously there are more of us "idiots" out there than they thought. 

We have finally been heard. 


Monday, September 19, 2016

So I have this cute little foster cat ..

Summer
She's adorable, sweet, and calm.  Fostering is something I've wanted to do for a long time but until I started working from home a lot, I didn't think I could do it.  I stumbled across a local rescue/foster group on Instagram and now - I'm on my second kitty.

Squeeee!!!!

This kitty is small, she's afraid of being picked up but loves pets and will curl up next to me on the couch.  Really sweet little girl with Garfield eyes and short little legs.

At first I kept her separate from my cats, but I knew she was vetted and healthy except for an ear infection she has meds for, so 3 days after she was nose to nose with my cats through a baby gate I decided to let her out to explore.  She wasn't afraid and in the first day had climbed up the cat tree to to the top of the china cabinet where my cats like to sleep.  She wasn't afraid of my cats, nor did they find her threatening.

Then she got a wild hair.

Summer
Sometime during the night last night strange noises woke me up and there was this little kitty on my dresser - walking between my earring holder and the mirror.  I got there just in time to catch the earring holder before it hit the floor, knowing I wouldn't find all the earrings until morning.  Later .. something did hit the floor and I realized it was my alarm clock.  Yep, it was her again.  A smaller thud - and my router was knocked over.  I vowed to sleep through anything else that happened.

This morning at my desk working I had just called a client when little Miss Thang jumped up on my desk and knocked my tea over .. which spilled on my keyboard!  So there I am talking to a client while rushing into the bathroom and dumping tea out of my keyboard and getting paper towels to clean up the mess.

And I'm laughing.  Couldn't help it!  HAD to laugh.  Sweet little girl kitty - I have no idea if she's ever had a home of her own or if she's ever had the run of a house before.  She'll get used to it.  After all, she's just learning how to cat!

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

This is what scares me

These two guys.  Well, not these two guys alone, but what these guys represent to me.  These are the young men that asked a man to help them pull their (borrowed without permission) SUV out of a ditch.  This good Samaritan said he would help for $20.00.  While asking for money to assist someone seems to throw shade on the label of good Samaritan, it should not have warranted death.

After pulling the SUV from the ditch - when the man asked for his $20.00 he was shot.  To death.  And the two who had the (borrowed without permission) SUV returned it to the parking lot from where they had taken it.

When police arrested them - they both confessed, one to being there and the other to shooting the man.

I would ask that you not look at their color.  Look at their ages - 17 and 19.  Look at the depravity in rewarding someone who aided them with a death sentence.  Look at a part of society that values life so little that it would think shooting someone instead of giving them $20.00 is the better option.

This isn't about guns.  This isn't even necessarily about crime.  It is about what people value and what they don't.  It is about generations of children being raised with so little self-respect or respect for others that they take what they want - including the lives of other people.  There is no respect for personal property, for what people have gained through hard work and sacrifice, and God help us there is no respect for human life.

Do their own lives mean so little to them that they cannot understand the immorality of taking someone elses?  And just how are children raised to not believe in right or wrong, and how do they grow up without a conscience?  It would seem a conscience would be innate, something you are born with and have to work NOT to have.  But I'm no psychologist or anthropologist or sociologist or whatever 'gist' would study this kind of thing.  I just know this scares the hell out of my me.

Value life.