Random Thought

Today I thought about Christmas and how much I want it to be here. I can't wait to decorate and make cookies. The thought was brought to mind when I lite my peach smoothie scented candle. Which also made me think of how good a peach smoothie would be. Mom and I start a juice fast/diet on Monday. Nothing but homemade juice for fifteen days. We watched the documentary 'Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead' and became inspired. I wonder if peach smoothies would count? Also you can't buy banana chips in our town, sad. And I need to get my butt in gear and buy some pumpkins before it's too late. Speaking of butts, I need to buy pants for a wedding next weekend.

Moonlight

I finished my painting today. Nothing to fancy but I'm happy at how it turned out. I did this painting to try something new. I read in a magazine that rubbing alcohol does weird things to acrylic paint. Guess what? It does! I poured some on the background and it pushed the color around. However, when it drys it loses most of its coolness. Also, I used salt. You can kinda see the darker spots in the lower left hand corner. In short, I can make the same affect with a brush without having salt all over the place. But its good to try new things once in a while.

A Change

Is my new font to hard to read?

A Funk

It is so easy for me to fall into a funk when it comes to blogging. I love to blog but when nothing but life is happening I stop. So I am updating to get me out of said funk. Work has picked up again so that is keeping me a little busy. I'm just about to finish a painting. It is of trees in the moonlight. Calling it "Trees in the moonlight" seems a bit obvious so I shall have to think of something better. I love trees. Fall is truly upon us now, I ate a apple today and it tasted like everything fall is. Yummmm! I have started reading 'The Guardian' by Nicolas Sparks. Its wonderful but it freaked me out last night and it took me forever to fall asleep. Something about stalkers have always freaked me out...creepy. Also, I must make a confession; I am somewhat obsessed with Americas Next Top Model. Mostly for the photography parts of it, I'm not about to go off and walk the runway (That would be something don't you think). I watch it when I have a free moment, which is part of the reason I haven't been blogging as much. Funny how that works isn't it.

Diary of a Dog and a Cat

I thought this was so funny that I had to share.

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Dairy of a dog-
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am- A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am- A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am- Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm- Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm- Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00pm- Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00pm- Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00pm- Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00pm- Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00pm- Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

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Diary of a cat-

Day 983 of my Captivity

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Evil people!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies". I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. he is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him on an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...

Don't Get Mad...

Get glads! Three of the twelve that I planted bloomed.

Change

I am pretty sure I say this every year but I will say it again; the seasons have gone by much to quickly. It is September already. The leafs have started to change color, littering the ground with their red and yellow hues. The smell of dying vegetation fills the air. This is my favorite time of the year. My flowers are still blooming. The clematis opened its only bud of the year to reveal lovely purple petals.
And the little rudbeckia, for the first time, bloomed! This plant makes me happy. It was a reject plant, not expected to grow. I bought is for a $1.00. We showed them didn't we little plant, oh yes we did!

Hello September

This past week has been interesting. For starters mom and dad went to Texas. Which left me with the kids for four days. I'm not sure why, but whenever I watch the boys they always seem to injure themselves. Red-head number one had a log attack him and his right side, from his shoulder to him ankle, is all scratched up. The days fallowing he wouldn't wear a shirt so that everyone could see his battle scares. Red-head number two got a bloody nose and has a lovely looking bruise between his eyes, which I am sure are both going to turn black. Red-head number three came out filthy but otherwise unscathed. Then as if running the house for four days wasn't hard enough, a creepy cat showed up. Well more of a kitten, but still creepy enough that we all rushed inside. This cat was missing its lower jaw. It was so gross to say the least. It hung out around the house and because I am who I am, I felt sorry for it. The thing was half starved so I had to feed it. We put a little dish of food in a cage and when it went in to eat we trapped it. This time we call the towns Animal Control Officer (the fancy name for the dog catcher) . But the ACO doesn't deal with cats. How can you call yourself a ACO if you don't deal with cats? Are cats not animals anymore? They were no help at all so I kept feeding it. I refused to let anyone shot it because despite the fact of missing an important body part it was doing rather well. I named it Jaws and to cut a long story short, we found a home for it. And to make it even better she said she never puts cats to sleep ( I hate animals being put to sleep) and that her vet says that "if you put a cat in one room and its leg in another, it will heal." To all this moms says "Don't loss your kind heart, just get married".