Monday, October 12, 2015

I am convinced that for a brief period every fall, there is no prettier place on Earth than the Northeast.

I took this pic on Sunday while driving to a hiking spot:

And here is the creek, not a hundred yards from my house:

Pictures don't really do it justice; the colors are almost psychedelic.

I don't know what these little puff-balls are; anyone have any ideas?:

My favorite walks are those near water.  I almost took the kayak out yesterday, but I figure that once the idea of ending up in the drink (always a possibility when I'm doing the paddling) becomes unattractive, it's time to put up the paddle for the year.

Look!  These trees are hugging each other!  Awwwwwww.

Milkweed in the breeze:

Oh, Autumn, I would love you forever, if only I didn't know what came after.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Saturday Night

I was sitting here watching Dr. Pol tonight, wishing I had cupcakes, when I idly thought, well,  I could *make* some cupcakes, but that would take longer than I am willing to wait.

Then I thought, you know what, there should be cupcake delivery service, just like you can order pizza.  Wouldn't that be awesome?

THEN I realized, holy cow, I actually HAVE some little mini-cupcakes in the fridge, left over from a rescue event last week.

And then the angels sang.  I have cupcakes.

And that's my Saturday night.  Yours?

Thursday, October 08, 2015

Oh great ...

... NOW I've got mysterious glowing ORBS in the backyard ...

Wednesday, October 07, 2015

Even BIGGER changes at Foster Camp!

Upon further examination, it has been determined that The Artist Formerly Known As Frida is actually ... a boy!  Sorry, lil dude.

"JeeEEEeeez, laydee, what kind of rinky-dink outfit you RUNNIN' around here, anyway?!  I iz not a stoopidhead GIRL, I iz an awesome BOYCAT!  SHEESH!"

Monday, October 05, 2015

Big Changes at Foster Camp

On Saturday, I took Chloe and Watson back to the rescue, so they could continue their journey to their permanent homes.   They were almost twelve weeks old, and the rescue had room for them, so it was time.

 I also took Mikey along for the ride.  The plan was that I would bring Mikey back home with me for a couple more weeks, as she is smaller than the other two.  But!  While we were there, guess what?!  Mikey got adopted!

A family who had adopted from the rescue before was there looking for a new addition to their household.  One of their cats had recently passed away at age 18, and the remaining cat, a playful five-year-old, was lonely.  They spent two hours looking at all the cats and kittens, weighing the pros and cons of each one, and picked Mikey!  (Well, OF COURSE they did.  I mean, she WAS the most beautiful cat there ...) This family takes very good care of their pets, so I'm sure Mikey will do fine there.  I just wasn't ... quite ... ready ... for her to go, is all. *sniff*. Ha.

But!  Because Kitten Season is STILL upon us, I didn't go home empty-handed.  Meet the Colorscape kittens:

A couple of weeks ago, there was a public art event in the town where the rescue is located.  A little boy was there with a box full of kittens, trying to give them away and telling people that the kittens would be killed if he didn't find them new homes.  When an event organizer approached him, he dropped the box and bolted.  Efforts to find the little boy, or to find where the kittens came from, were unsuccessful, so the rescue stepped in. And because they were found at an art show, they were dubbed The Artists, and named Georgia, Frida and Henri.  Now estimated to be around six weeks old, they need some more growing time until they're big enough to be adopted.

Welcome to Foster Camp, Artists!  We could USE a little class around here.

Friday, October 02, 2015

Oops! I did it again

... went to Payless, that is.

IN MY DEFENSE, and I do have one, I was sorting through my email yesterday morning and saw that Payless was having a sale.  I mean, *yawn*, they're ALWAYS having a sale, but this one?

Was that all clearance shoes were now five bucks.  FIVE BUCKS.

COME ON!  I'm only human.

I was determined to avoid the last Payless, which isn't difficult because there are two others in my town.

On my lunch break, I went to Payless #2.  No obnoxious sales clerk, no pressure, just a confirmation that all red-tag shoes were five bucks.  She even pulled all clearance shoes in my size(s) off the racks for me to look at!  (Well, except for the stilettos.  Oh my goodness Payless has some AWESOME stilettos, but I cannot wear stripper shoes without crippling myself, so sadly, those were out.)  She DID ask me for my phone number at check-out, and you know what?  I gave it to her.  Because she was NICE.  (And because I knew I'd get a $3.00 coupon if I gave it to her and then filled out a survey online.  I will gladly sell myself out for money, I admit it.)

After work, I went to Payless #3.  Again, no pressure, no guilting, and when that clerk asked for my phone number, she reassured me that it wasn't necessary to get the sale price.  Nice.

So!  I bought ... ummmm ... seven pairs of shoes.




 Now the big question:  How much did it cost?

List price on the seven pairs of shoes was *gulp* $194.93.

But c'mon, we all know that everything at Payless is on sale all the time, right?  So let's say they were having a BOGO sale, which they do a LOT, except at Payless it's always fake BOGO, buy-one-get-one-half-off, instead of real BOGO, which is buy-one-get-one-free.

So let's say it was a fake BOGO sale.  The shoes would have been $146.20.

Or hell, let's say it was real BOGO, buy-one-get-one-free.  The shoes would have been $97.47. 

 So how much did I pay?

By the time I got done with the clearance discount, plus a ten-dollar coupon I had previously gotten in-store, PLUS a coupon I had for filling out the on-line survey for the PREVIOUS visit (heh), I paid 

drum roll please.



I win, Payless.  I WIN.  


Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Hate reads

I talked about this before, and now I'm ready for Round 2.  I think that Payless post ramped me up to get all ranty, so here we go.

First off, I am a proponent of "you do you" and all that.  If someone's blog isn't my cup of tea, I just don't read it.  But there are a lot of blogs out there that I used to read, because they were entertaining or interesting, that somewhere along the line stopped being entertaining and just started being crazy-making. The authors got just so damn annoying that I can't help reading, hoping all along that they end up on the front page of GOMI or something.

I'm not going to link to any of them here, after Dooce's fangirls came after me with pitchforks and torches that one time, but here's a few on my current "so-terrible-I-can't-stop-reading" list.  (hahaha speaking of Dooce, I notice that she's jumped on the "blogging-is-dead" bandwagon, conveniently AFTER she milked all the money she could out of it.)  I've used rhyming pseudonyms for the actual names of the blogs; email me if you can't figure it out/want the real names:  rockycat24 AT yahoo DOT com.

"Sigh Sigh Die".  Ay-ay-YI this woman is annoying.  Yeah, she was on the last list; she's still probably my *favorite* hate read.  She's pushing fifty but incredibly immature; she's almost unbelievably narcissistic; she asks for advice then blasts anyone who dares to give it to her and treats her fangirls like sh*t; her pets keep running away/dying awful deaths because she can't be a**ed to take care of them; the list just keeps going on and ON. 

"Spintage Spixen".  Oh boy, I hesitate to put her up here, because she seems like a lovely woman, but man oh man, she is a style/fashion blogger featuring vintage clothing of the hideously ugly kind.  All that horrifying, neon-bright, polyester crap from the sixties?  That's her specialty. It's actually painful to look at. Yikes. I have nothing against the woman personally, and her travel posts are lovely, but oh those CLOTHES.  I guess somebody likes them, though, because she's a (fairly) popular blogger.

"Meegrandland".  Yeah, I'm gonna take a bunch of crap for this one; I don't even care.  Emotionally fragile woman who was rocked by a sibling's death two years ago and can't stop TALKING about it.  She bounces in and out of rehab/mental hospitals, split from her husband, and can't seem to get her sh*t together even though she has young-ish kids.  She'd rather go off on a poverty p*rn tour (a Dooce specialty) than take care of her own children.  And yet she acts like she's some kind of rock star amazing human being.  I used to feel sorry for her; now I feel like she's monetizing her mental illness.  Her comment counts have started to tank lately; I guess I'm not the only one who's sick of her. She's like that one friend you have that is insanely charismatic but also exhausting; eventually you stop taking her calls because you just can't deal with the non-stop drama anymore.

"The Smoggess".  Another blogger with mental health issues, she's managed to leverage it into a well-paying gig, with two best-sellers to her credit.  She is entertaining when she's actually blogging about day-to-day stuff, but most of her posts anymore are either shilling her merchandise or pushing her book tours.  You have to buy the books to actually read her good stuff. She's done a lot of good for the mental health community, and I'm not going to slam her, but just going on blog quality, it ain't there anymore. 

"Bay-mah-hah".  Oh, this one makes me sad.  I used to LOVE her blog, until the sponsored posts started taking over.  And I'm afraid the way she overshares about her kids' learning disabilities is going to come back and bite her/them in the butt big time, and soon.  That said,  I'd still read her, if she'd stop with the damn Blue Apron pimping, already.  I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE HAVING FOR DINNER.

Okay, guys, there, I spilled all my hate-reads.  Your turn!