Tuesday, March 03, 2015


So!  This morning!  Two below.  And we are supposed to get more snow this afternoon.  But then!  It is going to warm up!  Into the thirties!  And we are going to get a delightful mix of snow, sleet, freezing rain, rain, and possibly popsicles falling from the sky I don't even care at this point.   

This is me, to winter:

 On the bright (?) side, there HAVE been some pretty sunsets.  Took a pic last night as I was out shoveling the habitrails:

But then I pan out and you can see the massive ice dams on the roof of the house and the buried shed and yeah, I'm beyond over this:

I DID get a pretty good pic of the habitrails in use:

In this winter of our discontent, Tinks has discovered a secret lair in the garage:

Can't spot him?  Look a little closer, up in the storage loft:

Here is one of the paintings I've been "working" on:

What's that?  Why yes, yes I COULD benefit greatly from some art classes, thankyouverymuch.

Birds on one side of the window, Soda the lurker on the other:

The birds are all, pffffff, you can't get us, you big moron!

haha you tell 'em, birdies.

Monday, March 02, 2015


Yeah.  If I put some paint on his paws and let him walk around, do you think I could pass it off as "outsider art"?

Saturday, February 28, 2015

In the "it could be worse" department

I was at the hairdresser's this morning, getting my hair cut, and I mentioned that it had been nineteen below outside when I woke up.

"Oh!", she said.  "It was thirty below at my mom's house the other morning!"

Holy Mary Mother of F*CK.

And we're chatting about various stuff, and pretty soon she's talking about the weather again, and she's all, "yeah,  we're gonna get another three to six by Monday morning but it won't go below zero tomorrow blah blah blah ..."

and I realized that I had been kind of zoning out.

"You know," I said, shaking my head to clear the fog, "I ... I don't even know how to react to weather  news  anymore.  You could tell me that icebergs were going to be heading down Route 17 and I'd just nod my head, like, "yep, that's coming up, all right ...""

and we both laughed.

Tomorrow is March 1.  BY GOD AS MY WITNESS, tomorrow is March 1.

Friday, February 27, 2015

My Six Hundred Pound Life

Do any of you watch that show?  On TLC?  I find it fascinating.  The amount of food those people can eat, for one thing.  And the way they do it.  They'll take, like, a normal bite of a burger, but then, instead of putting it back on the plate, they take another bite, and then they start, like, working their jaw around the side of the burger, and all of a sudden the WHOLE DAMN THING is in their mouth, like watching a snake swallow a rat or something.  They have to WORK to get that friggin' burger all in their mouth at once, but dammit, they're gonna DO IT.

It's like watching a competitive eating contest, except with only one competitor, and the contest never ends.

And their family members.  OH MY GOD, their family members, who are running out to Burger King at eleven at night to get another sack of burgers to feed a person who is already so fat they can barely get out of bed.  It's the definition of enabling, right there.

I'm not making fun of these people.  Everybody's got something.  It's just ... really, really interesting to watch, is all.

This is the time of year when I start to put on weight.  Every year, right on schedule, after months of being inside and not nearly enough working out, the pants start to feel a little tighter.  I'm probably up about ten pounds from where I was in the fall, but I know that come spring, when I'm coming home from work and changing into jeans and heading right back outside again, the weight will come off.

And honestly?  When I'm thin, in the summer, I start to think that maybe I could stand to GAIN a few pounds.  Maybe it wouldn't hurt as much to sit on a hard chair if I had a little padding back there.  Maybe ... my face wouldn't look quite as gaunt if I weighed a little more, although I think that gauntness may be more a product of age than weight.

But then comes February, and I actually DO start to gain some weight, and I panic.  Oh my GOD my face feels ... full!  My stomach feels flabby, despite ninety billion flipping Jillian crunches!  I can't get FAT!

And then I feel like an a** hole for even fretting about it, when there are real problems in the world and people out there who weigh FIVE TIMES what I do.  Nobody cares about your ten pounds, Rocky.

I just wish I could gain some weight and not have to worry about it, is all.  Maybe someday I'll get there.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Stuff I've felt like putting on Facebook lately

Yeah, I don't think I'm temperamentally cut out for social media.  So don't even ask me what I'm doing on Blogger.  Ha.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

The filing cabinet mouse

Yep, there's a mouse in one of my filing cabinets at work.

I first noticed evidence of him about a week ago.  I had left a packet of crackers in my "personal" drawer, and something had chewed through the plastic and eaten part of a cracker. 

Bemused, I put some of the dry cereal I keep at work to snack on in the drawer.  The next day it was gone, and he had thoughtfully left behind some mouse poop pellets.

Next, I put some dry cat food in there.  Gone.  Apple slices?  Check.

At this point I figured that he probably could use a more balanced diet, so I picked up some hamster/gerbil food.  He likes it! Or, well, he eats it, anyway.  He also ate a green bean and a carrot slice from my lunch soup the other day.

Now, I am just guessing that this is a mouse, judging by what he leaves behind.  I've never actually seen him.  And I can't for the life of me figure out how he's getting into and out of a metal filing cabinet, but then again I can't access the back of the cabinet because it's built into my work area.  Maybe the back of it is open?  I dunno.

But I DO know that my cats would laugh me out of the family if they knew I was harboring a mouse in my filing cabinet.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Yeah, I prolly didn't need to hear that part about the fox ...

So!  The weekend!  Despite my intentions, an alarmingly large portion of it was taken up with Rescue Drama.  By Sunday afternoon I was able to extract myself out of all the chaos, and I am going to STAY out of the chaos for the foreseeable future.  I'll continue to foster, because I love it, but there is no way in hell I'm going to spend any more time on the politics.  I'm discovering that rescue work (around here, anyway) is kind of like what they say about sausage-making, i.e., you really, REALLY don't want see the process that leads to the results.  It ain't pretty.  By the time I removed myself from the situation, I may or may not have exploded all over some rescue people on Facebook, but I have no f*cks left to give for people who are in this for their own selfish motivations.  I'm in it for the cats.

Sunday morning I woke with good intentions.  I was going to clean the bathroom, do some painting, GET THE FRICKING CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS OFF THE FRONT PORCH, sheesh, but for some reason I got to thinking about home fries.  Home fries are one of those foods that I simply cannot cook at home and have it come out tasting anything like it does at the diner.  Thoughts of home fries led to thoughts of eggs benedict, and before I knew it, I found myself at the diner, cleaning my plate.

I have no regrets.  It was damn good.  I *did" manage to get a Jillian workout in, later in the day, so there is that.

And I took a plate of cookies over to my dear neighbor Jud, who continues to snowblow my driveway without being asked.  I got to chatting with him and his wife, and pretty soon they were telling me alllll about the rabid fox who had terrorized the neighborhood a couple of years ago.   I couldn't help but wonder if it was the fox who had been making appearances in MY backyard a while back, but that really doesn't bear thinking about, does it?

On the plus side, the snow's so gotdam deep that the deer haven't been around.  Normally late February is when I start netting the gardens, to prevent the deer from eating the bulb sprouts as they pop up, but seeing as how the gardens are all covered under two feet of snow right now, looks like I can relax for a while yet. 

It was nineteen below in my backyard when I got up this morning.  This is the time of year when I start thinking about how if I wanted to live in Alaska I'd f*cking well MOVE there, but on the radio this morning they were talking about how it is actually WARMER in Alaska right now than it is here. *sigh* This is ALSO the time of year when it seems impossible that I will ever have to mow the lawn again, let alone a few short months from now, but there ya go.  

Daylight savings time is coming.  SPRING is coming.  I'm hanging on by a thread, here, but I am indeed hanging on.