Pink Flamingos

I was sitting on my couch, polishing my toes, when Bob comes runing down the stairs! Scared me to death! She went straight to the office window and got up on her back feet (almost remineded me of a meerkat). Then she would run to another window, then another, holding the same stance. I couldn't figure it out. I asked myself, "Do I really want to know?" And you know what they say, "Curiosity Killed the Cat" Ahhhh, but satisfaction brought him back so.... to the window I went.
Cow Birds everywhere!!! I wanted to have a little fun so, out went Bob. Kitten could care less; old age! Bob crept down the steps and stalked like a lion. But alas, she was not stealthy enough or she was just too anxious. A cowbird squaked and she bolted; up they all went and there she sat; bewildered! Oh well, perhaps I should buy some pink flamingos for her to practice stalking!

Where Have All the Years Gone?

Tracy Leigh Mullins (Right)

November 7, 1965-April 23, 1984

I can not begin to believe that it has been 24 years that Tracy was taken from us. I find myself thinking more and more about mortality these days. I guess it must be a sign of old age. I miss her and I wonder what she would have become in life; who she would have married and how many kids she would have. Life is not permanent. Cherish every day. Jennifer, you have the poem; why don't you post it on your blog; I would love to read it again.

You Can't Stop the Earth From Moving

I am one, actually, two up on David and Shannon as of 12:34 AM Monday morning. Let me go back to last Friday. Kevin has been home for the past two weeks Turkey Hunting. This means getting up at 3:30-4:00 and getting his "gear" together to head out into the dark, dark woods; to sit in wait, clucking like a hen to get the Tom's all hot and bothered. Boy, what fun. ANYHOW, I have got used to him waking me up each morning for this ritual. On Friday morning, I am startled by Kevin sitting straight up in bed shouting, "What is that?" I bolt straight up and I am terrified. I can not figure what is going on. Windows are rattling along with all my wine glasses and I swear a giant is shaking the house! We get out of bed and head for the living room, still dazed and confused. Kevin says, "It's and earthquake!" and he heads to the front door. I start yelling at him NOT to open the door; not because I am concerned about his safety or mine but I did not want the kitties to get out and run off because they are scared. By the way, they were NOT scared at all; stupid cats! Anyway, still yelling at him not to open the door and him opening the door saying, "You can't stop the earth from moving", the house stops moving and silence. Very terrifying for me. I truly had NO IDEA what was going on at all. I really was so terrified I couldn't even think. At school everyone was talking about the big 5.4 earthquake that hit. So Tad and I decided to serenade the student body with "I felt the Earth Move Under My Feet" on the WSLE morning News Show. All were entertained! We have had 23 aftershocks, with me feeling only one of them early Monday morning about 12:35; 4.7. Needless to say, I do not like Earthquakes.

What Dog Breed are You? The Dog Breed Personality Quiz by Dogster

What Dog Breed are You? The Dog Breed Personality Quiz by Dogster

My Breed

Labrador Retriever
The Caretaker
Your family is what makes you tick, and you never "flea" from an opportunity to hang out with the whole gang. A family picnic complete with hot dogs, deviled eggs and a refreshing swim in the lake is hard for you to stray from. Your sparky temperament and dogged intelligence mean you are not only a blast to hang out with, but great to work with as well. Your close pals appreciate your patience and forgiveness, knowing you'd rather let sleeping dogs lie than dwell on the mishaps of the past. Your dashing good looks may one day lead to a modelling career, if only you can tame the unfortunate clumsiness that sometimes causes you to go flailing from the catwalk. Learn more »
So it is a good match up for me! It is pretty much right on!

How Old?

This is Kitten. He is 15 years old. His real name is Rusty, named after Nascar racer Rust Wallace. Kitten would whine all the time when he was a itty bitty kitten and as you Nascar Racers know, Rust Wallace would whine after all the races he would lose! HA! Kitten LOVES to laze around. He is looking forward to sleeping with Alonzo and Colin and Greyson and Jorden and Makayla and Sammie and Jennifer and Ashley and Christopher and any warm body that will scratch his ears!

I'm Back

Sorry you guys, I had a temporary lapse of sanity, (just ask Kevin) and deleted my last blog. But I am back and Spring Break is here what could be better! I have 95 days before everyone is here, enjoying the beauty of Western Kentucky! I am blessed and it took a bout of temporary insanity to help me figure that out! Watch for weekly posts.