Thursday, May 27, 2010

Bob's Back

Hey Bob is home, as in "in the house". Snotty Pants is outside again, on the concrete stoop that faces west, rolling in the rays of sunset.

Did I tell you that it was a BEAUTIFUL DAY?? I want to live in a place where the weather is like this all of the time. My BFF tells me that place is San Diego.

Now an update on my update: All creatures great, small, old and fat, are in the house. Now if only someone would cook supper for this great, old, fat creature.

Bad Parenting / Snatched From the Jaws of Death

A week ago tonight, Captain Crab let Hey Bob and Skittles (aka Snotty Pants) out to frolic in the yard. Snotty Pants came back in and Hey Bob did not. I went to bed with SP and after we were settled, Crab came and took SP to send her outside to bring Bob back in. It did not work.

I woke up at 2:30, had to pee and, what the heck, look for cats. I went outside in my underwear and over sized "Howard Dean Precinct Captain" T shirt to look for them. SP came right away and I put her in the house before wandering around barefooted on grass and gravel with a flashlight.

I saw the reflection of animal eyes on the road. I hoped it was Hey Bob and not a possum or coon because I was NOT in the mood to go back for the .22. I approached the animal and it was ..... a large, strange cat. I was dumbfounded since it has been a while since I've randomly fed anything that moves I've seen a stray cat on the property.

I circled it and it ran into the yard towards the house. I walked to the the front porch and saw reflected eyes again. It was Hey Bob! Home from his adventure! Unscathed by the rabid, blood thirsty tiger that was prowling!

The next morning Captain Crab was relieved of his duties of indulging Hey Bob's wanderlust whims. And he was very, very good. Crab, I mean. He took Bob out only while holding him. Which is kind of cruel.

It was a glorious day today. Weather we deserve! Windows open! Birds singing! Cats going bonkers! I let them out. They frolicked under the beautiful, fragile willows and long grass. It was easy to get Snotty Pants back to the house.

The Willows

Jail Break

Taste of Freedom

And …. Gone…

I will get him back. He's been snatched from the jaws of death before.

Friday, May 07, 2010

Good Grief

To all the citizens worrying about the resources getting sucked away by illegal immigrants: look in your own neighborhood.

I have witnessed, over and over, young women (white citizens) taking advantage of government programs and complaining about them!! And it's pissing me off.

What's pissing me off even more is someone (The Incredible Mind Suck) now gloating that a state program HAS to pay $150 a month for a year PLUS the normal food package for her 2nd (out of 3 illegitimate kids) to get proper nutrition.

TIMS is someone who used college loan money to buy herself a red sofa and a video camera when she only had one child. Because you never know when free money is going to land in your lap again.

Unless you keep having babies.