I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it three cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
...... weird stuff happens. And seeing as how the fall TV season pretty much blows, and I can't get interested in any of the books I am trying to read, and the craft show/photography thing pretty much tanked (more on that later), and I have the attention span of a gnat, I am fighting ennui much of the time. BUT! I am very good at distracting myself. In strange ways.
Here is Cowboy Tango:
This is Rapture (be pure):
And Gator Duck:
I'm like a third grader they let loose in art class.