Saturday, September 27, 2008

Ticket to Paradise

I had a strange dream last night. I dreamed that my Mother came to visit. Now having your Mother come to visit is not a strange thing, but my Mother passed away in 2002 and she was visiting from Heaven. It was the last day of her visit and she was sitting on her end of the couch and I was laying with my head in her lap like I did when I was a child. I was telling her how much I enjoyed seeing her again and I wished she could stay longer or come back again. She told me she didn't think she could, but she would see what she could do and I had to hurry to get her to the airport. We got to the airport and went past the regular terminals to one where the destination read "Paradise". People who were saying good-bye were sad, but those getting on the plane were so happy and excited. I couldn't help thinking how wonderful it would be if we were able to just go to the airport to pick up up loved ones who have passed on and bring them back for a visit. It was also wonderful to see how happy the Departing Passengers were.

I woke up sad and happy: sad from missing my Mother, but happy knowing she is happy where she is at. (Of course, I might be in trouble when my time comes because I hate to fly!)

Thursday, September 25, 2008

New Flavor for Ben & Jerry's?

PETA is asking Ben & Jerry's to use human breast milk in their ice cream. I am afraid I keep getting this visual of a bunch of women hooked up to milking machines eating bon bons and watching soaps all day. Working in workers comp, I also have visuals of the claims that are going to be filed!

Wednesday, September 24, 2008


You could say I am feeling a little light headed today.

This is the result of having 14 inches cut off to donate to "Locks of Love".
Its been 2 years since I last cut it. Last time I only did 11 inches.

As we left Supercuts, I noticed a small consignment store that has just opened and I decided to reward myself with a new knitting bag.

I couldn't resist!

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Bad Cats, Bad Cats, Watchoo Gonna Do?

We have discovered a new way to play with Miss Itty Bitty: the flashlight. She will chase the beam of light all over the house and will run over the top of anything in her way, including other cats, and the dogs. She has become so obsessed that if you click the flashlight on and off in the other room she will come tearing down the hall. One humorous side affect of this is that she is now addicted to "Cops"; especially if there is a night chase. She will stare at the tv and her head follows every movement of the flashlights on the screen.

Friday, September 19, 2008


I just found out that the person that my former employer hired to replace me has quit and today was her last day. She did not last 6 months. My sources tell me that she was amazed at how the office is run and glad to have moved on to a job that pays signifigantly more. They have hired a new person: a friend of a current employee. It figures. LOL!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

You've got to love Texans!

In viewing the coveraghe from Hurrican Ike, I have found some little blurbs on some ordinary people from Fox news.

1. South of Galveston, authorities said 67-year-old Ray Wilkinson was the only resident who didn't evacuate from Surfside Beach, population 800. He was drunk and waving when authorities reached him on Saturday morning.

"He kinda drank his way through the night," Mayor Larry Davison said.

2. Sedonia Owen, 75, and her son, Lindy McKissick, defied evacuation orders in Galveston because they wanted to protect their neighborhood from possible looters. She was watching floodwaters recede from her front porch Saturday morning, armed with a shotgun.

"My neighbors told me, 'You've got my permission. Anybody who goes into my house, you can shoot them,'" said Owen.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

One Man Can Make A Difference

Have you ever wanted to make a difference in the world, but thought to yourself, "I'm only one person"? I had the opportunity to hear one man speak who is making a huge difference in an area of the world that figures prominently in current events. His name is Greg Mortenson and he is the author of "The Cups of Tea"

and the director of the Central Asia Institute.

His story came out of failure. He was attempting to climb K2 in the Himalayas, the world's second highest mountain, as a tribute to his late sister, but he became ill and wandereed into a village sick, stinking from not bathing in almost 3 months and disappointed. He was nused back to health and wanted to show his thanks in a practical way. His meentor and host in the village Haji Ali told him that what they needed was a school for their children who currently studies in the open often writing their lessons in the dirt. He came back to the US determined to fufill his promise. His book "Three Cups of Tea" describes his efforts and his eventual success in building a school.

Since then, his organization has grown and has built 64 schools in rural Pakistan and Afghanistan. They have provided scholarships for higher education, paid teachers salaries, done public health projects and extablished women's centers where women can learn vocational skills and help support their families.

Why Pakistan and Afghanistan? In these areas educational opportinuties are often limited and even more limited for girl. By establishing education, especially for girls, you provide long term stability for the region. As literacy increases, infant mortality decreases, family size decreases, poverty decreases and Hope increases. By battling poverty and ignorance one student at a time, Greg Mortenson is bringing hope and prosperity to some of the world's poorest people.

Greg likes to quote an African proverb that says "If you educate a boy, you educate an individual. If you educate a girl, you educate a community". I would encourage everyone to read his book and support his remarkable vision for peace through education.

Monday, September 1, 2008

Miss Itty Bitty and the Case of the Disappearing Poo

Recently, to save money, we have been buying the large bulk box of kitty litter instead of the buckets. We keep 2 buckets on hand one to put “kitty treasures” from the litter box in, and the other to carry fresh litter into the house as it is easier to manage than the large box.

Last night, Bob filled up the bucket with fresh litter and brought it in the house since he was cleaning the litter boxes. He set the bucket in the dining room while he went to clean the litter box in the den. I was sitting on the couch knitting and here the familiar “scritch scratch” of a kitty preparing to “make a deposit". I looked up and saw Miss Itty Bitty perched in the edge of the bucket in the “pooping position”. (For some reason she has to stand and arch her back to accomplish this task) It was hysterical. She was balanced like a frog with her back arched and proudly doing her business. I called Bob to the living room while I laughed so hard tears rolled down my face.

“What the Hell?” he shouted as he rushed to the bucket to position the scoop to catch her “deposits before they landed in the bucket. “Can’t you wait five minutes?”

I wish I had the camera to take a picture, but I was laughing too hard. She finished and jumped down and Bob stomped away with her “deposit” on the scoop. Poor Miss Itty Bitty turned to bury her “deposit” and got the most confused look on her face to find it had disappeared. She walked away then came back to see if it had magically re-appeared. Poor thing is probably still wondering what happened.

It was just too funny!