More kitty pics.

Thanks to all my inquiries. And thanks to my loyal followers (yes both of you LOL) for letting me turn the blog into an ad page for a few days LOL....

My first Craigs List Posting

I've resorted to asking strangers for help. Help for me in finding homes for 1000 Cats! Okay, not 1000 i'm an exaggerator by nature - but lots & lots of cats. I posted this ad on Craigslist & I am adding a photo slide show here as well.......

Help the Cats!!!!


I am knee deep in Cats and I’m not even a Cat Person. I am begging someone – anyone to PLEASE help. Help ME & Help the Cats!!!

Let me tell you my cat story….

I’m a dog person and my cat story starts with a dog. Not just any dog – but the world’s coolest dog. As my great dane /lab mix wonderful dog hit his older years we moved to a house with a few acres. Not long after our arrival came this cat. This one stray cat. This one stray cat took a liking to my dog. I never really considered the cat ours – but none the less I started putting out food for her. (as I would any animal) She became more and more attached to my dog. She showed up more and more and would track my dog until he just gave up and let her lay on top of him. We thought it was funny. She had a litter of kittens – we gave them away. A year or so later she had another – again, same deal. I’m not sure what happened but last year we didn’t get the litter given away and suddenly I was feeding 3 cats. Then two more cats showed up out of no where. 5 cats. Still – NOT MY CATS. But still I put out feed and by now they were living 80% of the time in my garage.

My angel of a dog passed away right before Christmas and I decided to keep putting the money I was spending on his monthly upkeep towards other animals maybe I’d adopt a shelter, but I soon realized I was spending that money on cat food. One of the kittens had now had a kitten – again gave the kitten away.

No real concern until I began to notice through this spring that every cat on the place looked preggos… each day they were a little fatter and a little hungrier!!! Until one day I had a barn had 3 kittens in it. Then a month or 2 later I found a drawer w/ 5 kittens in my garage and this past weekend my company found an old barrel in my tack room with ANOTHER 5 kittens and then yesterday I came home and found at least three newbies in a box in the garage and then today the old original momma cat has given birth again to God knows how many.

I know that if I’m going to take responsibility enough to feed 1 I should get it fixed but I just never even thought of it as anything other than feeding a stray. Now I’m buying cat food in 40lb bags and my garage is a giant litter box!!!!

HELP! I'll be glad to answer questions or give details or meet you with a box of cats!!!

Dear Concerned Followers:

All 2ish of you LOL...

It has been brought to my attn that I've not blogged in weeks. I would have sworn that it was more like 5-6 days - but that's just how my life is racing along I guess. Is something wrong you ask?

No, no, all is well I have just been crazy busy at work and then crazy busy at home. We have gotten new prison cases one of our big cases has really hit the document production phase and so all 8 hours that I am at work I have more to do than I can do - in fact this morning I'm sitting on my couch logged into the office server redacting DOC records that need to be produced tomorrow. NOTE THAT I AM NOT COMPLAINING! i like it when we are busy busy and would almost prefer that always be the case!

Additionally i've had company two weekends in a row that have kept me busy and I've been helping a dear friend in the evenings whose place flooded a couple of weeks ago.

I'm not only neglecting the blog - I had been neglecting the house (though i took off early friday and whipped it a little bit into shape for company sake) and thank goodness for my lawn boy or i'd be up to my eyeballs in weeds. I have some horse feet that need attention and some fencing and other outside chores that should outrank blogging on the priority list. But at least this weekend I did get horse back several times at 5am one morning so you know I was dedicated LOL - acutally Cade was dedicated but i'm tickled that we got to squeeze in some good rides.

Okay, back to my DOC records and i'll try to make a bigger post later with some photos of all the fun!

HOUSE!!!!

I WAS GOING TO RANT AND RAVE about the House Season Finale, but sadly for me - but probably happily for you everything I was going to say has already been said, and at least marginally more eloquently by someone at the NY Times!

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‘House’: Never Give a Sucker a Happy Ending
By GINIA BELLAFANTE
Published: May 11, 2009

At last count YouTube listed seven pages of fan videos under the subject heading Huddy, the Brangelina-ized coinage meant to designate the fractious love connection between Doctors Cuddy and House on the Fox series “House.” One of these videos abjures all the cheesy sentiment that the show, which ended its fifth season on Monday, has aggressively rejected. Alluding to the impediments presented by House’s painkiller addiction, the video is in French and titled: “Je Me Sens Si Seul (Sans Ma Vicodine),” or “I Feel So Alone (Without My Vicodin).”

Among the non-Euro entries, some toss reality out altogether, extrapolating from random House-Cuddy scenes to completely fabricate plotlines. I point you to “House/Cuddy — Kissing You,” by someone who calls herself Duchesscloverly, a video that imagines Cuddy pregnant with House’s baby and then enduring a miscarriage that we are meant to believe bonds them further.

It is not merely the unrelenting push-pull of the show’s writing, but the “His Girl Friday” chemistry between the actors Hugh Laurie (House) and Lisa Edelstein (Cuddy) that inspires otherwise reasonable women to bizarre, time-consuming digressions of fantasy. By “otherwise reasonable women” I am not referring to the cohort of Duchesscloverlys but to the person typing these words on my laptop.

Shamefully, I would have been overjoyed if the season finale had ended with House and Cuddy electing to spend the summer together in Corsica. This would have betrayed the show’s primary covenant — to keep House miserable — and entirely erased its integrity. And yet I would mostly have wondered if House and Cuddy were going to make time for a stop in Sardinia.

Of course the producers of “House” don’t care about our fantasies and instead poured a big bucket of Freon on our mushy sucker hearts. “House” treats the women who watch it the way House treats women generally: It mocks them for any genuine emotional investment.

The show’s maddening appeal is its insistence on dressing up like a soap opera as it willfully declines to behave like one. Toward the end of the season House was suffering from drug-induced hallucinations, which made manifest his guilt over the death of two colleagues, one of them a suicide for which there was no apparent explanation. (In real life there was one: Kal Penn, the actor who played Dr. Kutner, left the show to take a job as an associate director of the White House Office of Public Liaison.) In the season’s second to last episode House goes to Cuddy to seek help for his deteriorating state, and we are privy to a recovery that takes place not in 12 steps but in 12 efficient hours.

Cuddy takes House to his place to detox, and after a rough night of keeping him from getting at his pills, he wakes up hunky-dory, his cold sweats behind him, ready for a round of thank you sex. The move was a wily one, satisfying our base urge to see them together. But the finale undoes all the fun because it turns out that Cuddy didn’t take House home and didn’t sleep with him. It was just another House hallucination, resulting in his final breakdown. The next morning, House keeps twirling a lipstick he believes Cuddy left at his place but realizes later that it’s really a bottle of the Vicodin he hasn’t given up.

“House” refuses to buy into the myth that a good woman can save an ornery jerk, and the finale made it clear what a dope you were to even think the show would try. It doesn’t want to appease the woman who wants to appease her Harlequin Romance self. It wants to appease anyone who gets ticked off when a romantic comedy shows an accomplished woman in a skirt suit giving it all up for a jobless, slovenly idiot.

The House-Cuddy attraction isn’t an attraction of opposites. It’s an attraction between two highly intelligent workaholics, two people too interesting for anyone else but ultimately unfit for each other — no matter how pathetically we’d like it to be otherwise. (Original Article)

Kevin Costner sabatoged my MP3 player

While I was at Walmart tonight I was craving a little Costner tunes, so I asked the MP3 player to serve some up. An hour or so later at home I thought i'd go back to the old shuffle. I pull it out of my pocket and hit the button for shuffle and got a padlock icon - one i've never seen before. I quickly understood what it meant though - LOCKED. On Kevin. No changing to shuffle. No turning off the power. No turning down the volume. NOTHING BUT COSTNER. Or maybe ALL COSTNER ALL THE TIME.

Luckily I like me some Kevin Costner.

Life could be worse!

That's Right

So I'm listening to NPR at lunch today today and the guy says "like the old saying goes" and from the plethera of image results I got, I'm guessing it really is an old saying - but I confess to having never heard it before. I think though that it might become my new favorite.

A woman without a man is like
a fish, without a bicyle.

Just makes me smile!

Okay Carry On!

No Rain on MY Parade

Calf Fry 2009... How did I enjoy thee??? Let me count the ways!!!

I heard just today a neat phrase. “Happiness is something you decide ahead of time.” What a great analogy for my weekend. I could tell you about all the things this weekend that didn’t go as we had planned, how not everyone that got tickets could attend, how one of people I most wanted to see didn’t get to come at the last minute; how it began raining 3 days before the calf fry and rained steadily and how it smelled faintly of sewer, how I’ve never seen so much mud, how I bled 2 of the three nights, how we only got 1 shower in 4 days, how I spent one night sitting in the truck, how we were awakened on Friday to hearing that our home town was under water, how the swine flu (not really, but some captain tripps like illness) infected multiple attendees including yours truly. But the absolute truth is that I don’t remember a single second of the calf fry that I was not as happy as a clam. In truth, despite the weather and anything else, this was one of my FAVORITE calf fry’s of all time, and I believe that is a sentiment shared by all parties.

My vacation started Tuesday with the arrival of a high school buddy that I had not seen in like 17-18 years (OMG I just added that up) who drove up from beyond Amarillo to visit and attnd the calf fry. Then Wed am Karen called and said that her husband who had been in the hospital was doing well enough that he was insisting that she come! I had given up on her getting to attend so this was good news. She was going to take the RV to Stillwater Wed afternoon and set everything up. WHAT A NICE FRIEND, since she wasn’t coming until Thurs. So we started trying to pack RV essentials.

I had gathered a group of possible calf fry attendees some how who had never met each other and to be honest had a minor bit of trepidation about everyone getting along. Luckily my fears could not have been more unnecessary. Ashley and Tiff arrived mid day on Wed, as we were taking care of the last minute details before departure. They were as giddy as school girls getting ready for their first proms. The bathroom was filled with girls and sprays and puffs of makeup and giddy giggles as we prepared to head out.

We packed up my truck until it look like the Beverly hillbillies were headin to town and we were off – in the rain, to Stillwater. Wed nite was Pat Fucking Green (his words, not mine) and it was set to be indoors due to the rain. I knew it would be crazy and we would have to be careful to get our cherished spot at Pat’s boots. No worries however, after the girls met brett, and well before the time Pat hit the stage we were EXACTLY where we wanted to be. Tiffany had rejoined the group after getting to go backstage and meet the Man. She seemed super excited to get to do that and I’m tickled that she had a fun experience with it. The only issue we incurred Wed night was the heat. With all those bodies crammed in there it was SOO Hot! The band was literally dripping wet. Pat kept mouthing to us & to the band “It’s Hot” – or “It’s Fucking Hot” – We were right in front so we knew it was. In fact I felt a little guilty because Kathy ended up actually leaving the area before Pat came on cause it was just too stuffy for her. But I think she had a good night anyway – and I’m sure she had a good calf fry in general so hopefully she’ll forgive me for not taking off with her.

Pat put on the show of a lifetime, as he often does for a college crowd in that kind of setting. I was also sooo excited to when he went totally off set list and was doing great old stuff from album like “songs we wish we’d written” (Paradise & Hank) as well as old goodies like Standing in a Texas Sun and Billy the Kid. He played all my favorite stuff from the new album too (minus his current hit Country Star which was odd) including the title track “what I’m for” and my other fav “In this World” – All of which was just gravy on an already great nite! There must have been something in the air since Pat had to stop the show twice to put out fights. The first – the bass player noticed and walked over to try and fix, then here comes Pat. Shockingly it was girls fighting. He gave them the “lets all love one another and have a good time” speeel and tried to give them a chance – but when they wouldn’t calm down he motioned for security and told them “bye bye” - the crowd cheered and the show was right back on, with Pat adding in a few air punches for effect. Later the scene played itself out again on the other side of the stage.

At some point during Pat’s show his tour mates crashed onto the stage and this guy in boxers and chaps and not much else starts humping Pat. You could totally tell that this was a tour prank type of thing and Pat had no idea it was coming – he was shocked looking and then spew laughing. He was saying how if he’d known they would act this way he wouldn’t have brought them on tour. The rest of the people on stage just were just going nuts it was hilarious! I didn’t see Randy Houser play but he came back on with his band and all went crazy during Pat’s encore which was sooo freaking funny. The whole thing was Great!

We then went to “our” RV and crashed. I didn’t exactly crash since I had jacked myself up on Caffine – I literally just layed there all night… but some how the next day I wasn’t groggy or tired. We awoke to find we had no water. We didn’t know if that was an oversite or on purpose so we ran back to Tulsa and used the Kolker shower facilities and ended up renting Tiffany a pair of jeans – so that was great. Some how doing nothing we blew all day and then it was Thursday night and time to rock and roll again. Upon arrival we realized that none of us had been prepared for the mud that we were about to encounter. 10 minutes in and I was barefoot carrying my flip flops in a beer pitcher. The mud was literally calf deep and getting deeper. I’ve never seen anything like it. The entertainment included mud wrestling, mud skating, puddle jumping – etc you get the idea! Music wise, Thurs was Randy Rogers and Miranda Lambert. Both really good – I confess I didn’t see as much of Miranda as I meant too – circumstances, mud, balls and finding our RV host all conspired against me. But I had a ball and we saw enough to know we would love to see her again. I got to hear my favs including dry town and so I was happy. We had a ball, and I literally had some Oh My God-able balls! They are just the best! After the shows we partied for a while in the Tumbleweed since Karen and Amber had been late. Then it was back to the RV the 6 of us went – we stayed up till like 3-4 just all giggling and talking and telling stories like girls at a slumber party. We awoke the next morning – to start the giggling all over again over coffee. We were all awakened Friday to the news that Pryor had flooded. Luckily while we’d had rain we didn’t have all that.

We lazed around the trailer and then decided to go eat, go buy mud boots and find a liquor store. We accomplished all our goals – although ours were not the only ideas about buying mud boots. Walmart had like 2 pairs – Payless had 3 pairs sizes 11.5, 11.5 and you guessed it 11.5 (they had only 1 pair when we got out of there). We then found a liq store and bought all the fixins for buttery nipples and chocolate cake. If you’ve never had them, I HIGHLY RECOMMEND them… yummie. (right girls??) Anyway we went back to the trailer with our mud boots and liquor and started out fun. We made each nite all about somebody and Friday was all about Kathy and Tiff – luckily they had bonded but I’ll get to that later. Friday night was Mike McClure my fave and CCRWD everyone elses fave (I love them, just slightly less than MMB) anyway, Friday night the rain moved in about the time we got there. We were all having a ball though till Ashley got what we first thought was a little too drunk. After a while in the bathroom insisting she puke and rally it became apparent something else was wrong. We took her out to the truck where I stayed with her but ordered everyone else inside for a good time. They obliged and as Ashley suffered from the flu, they rocked it out to Cross Canadian. Tiffany was glad that I took ally duty which was only right since I’ve seen cross a million times. I know Ashley didn’t enjoy the rest of her Friday night – but by the time we all got back to the rv she was at least able to laugh at all the funny stories that the girls were reporting for the night. We were again up until 3:30 just giggling (or in Ashley’s case laying in the kitchen booth wrapped in a blanket laughing and then moaning in pain) and enjoying each other’s company.

Sadly, Saturday we all had to come back. We made slow work of it since Ashley didn’t feel good and since quite frankly neither did I by that time. The girls went on home and Kathy stayed the night and hit the road early this am. I’m slightly jealous to report that her new CCRWD t-shirt earned her a compliment and then a 30 minute conversation with Jeremy Plato’s (Bass player) dad, in a totally random encounter at a convenient store on her way home. How amazing is that?!

We all had such a good time that we vowed to make calf fry a girls weekend from this year forward. I must say that for the last several years I’ve done girls only calf fry weekends and they have all been great, it’s definitely the way to go! I know this is long and yet I feel as if I have neglected to mention much of the amazing stuff. Girls, feel free to add comments about your favorite part of the weekend and supplement my tired illing, brain!

And to the rest of you, as Pat Green would say: – CARRY ON.