Archive for August 2007

This is: The Country.

August 31, 2007

It is Friday. I am waiting.


Time to Get Back in Bed.

August 30, 2007

Seriously. I just wanted to post first.

First off, I updated my Adopted Critters section. It’s becoming more of a toybox really, but that’s just fine. Now, I’ll be needing to update my Links In/Links Out page, because I do want to add several of those sites and possibly a couple more. I didn’t add everything that I wanted yesterday afternoon, but things came up.

Speaking of, I’ve been meaning to mention that we’ll be going camping starting tomorrow. So, I may or may not get on to post on Friday and Sunday, but I’ll still send a short blog and a picture. I promise this time–no lies like before. I realized that I didn’t want to take the phone on my rides last weekend, so I left it in the car.

Now that I’m on here, I can’t even remember what it was that I was planning on saying. That sounds normal. Aye.

Wordless Wednesday. Volume 1, Issue 1: “What a Long, Hot Summer.”

August 29, 2007

What I Do in a Day.

August 29, 2007

It’s not a lot, but it’s a lot to get done throughout the day.

Wake up.

Turn on Dib’s light.

Uncover the bird, Squawky.

Get ready and go outside.

Make sure the puppy, Maple, doesn’t jump on Bill.

Manage to man-handle the puppy out of the kennel.

Drag her over into the front yard.

Fasten her up and get jumped on.

Go back and fix kennel door.

Talk to Bill.

Come back and check on him several times a day.

Let Dinki out of the pen.

Feed and water:



Dib (water only–he’s fed on Mondays)

Squawky (every night and clean both bowls)

Dinki (with only soft food)

And all the outside cats.

Go inside and cool off.

Bring tiny kitten that screams, AKA Dinki.

Sit down with the bird.

Eat with the bird.

Talk to the bird.

Take kitten back outside.

Check on Bill.

Check to see if Maple has water.

Realize it’s hot out and go back inside.

Cool off, then make the rounds again.

Once dark, take Maple back to kennel.

Say goodnight to Bill.

Make sure they have food and water.

Feed the kitten, then put her up for the night.

Feed the cats outside.

Lock up everything outside and inside as needed.

Turn off Dib’s light at 9-ish.

Wait for mother to leave.

Check under her car for cats.

If cats, chase.

Go back inside and turn off the outside lights.

Lock up, again.

Cover up the bird for the night.

Turn off all the lights in the house that mother left on, except bathroom.

Make sure my grandmother doesn’t need anything.

Check and make sure J. doesn’t need anything.

Lay down and relax.

Possibly, go to sleep and wake up to start this all over again.

Now, don’t get me wrong–it’s not actually a lot to do. It’s just that I have a system and I do things in a certain order. Oh, and I forgot to mention that I have to get the mail, etc., because it’s boring. I also have to take care of my J., so that’s like another “child,” so to say.

I still have plenty of time to spend a couple of hours online at the hottest part of the day, and I watch television at the same time. I like to multi-task.

What else? Tons, but it’s just the plain o’ normal stuff. Besides that, I really need to get the bird to the vet. We just don’t have any money currently and I have to find an avian vet in the first place. So much fun.

Oh, and why am I up so early? I don’t really know.. I slept for about six hours and when the alarm went off a little bit before four, I just woke up. I know I should probably just head back to bed, but maybe I’ll take a nap later or something. Doubtful though, as that may seem.

Comment posted by — — —
at 8/30/2007 7:34:19 PM

The bird isn’t big enough to eat.
Though, I’m sure if we combined all the cats it’d make a good, thick stew.

Comment posted by simonkaye
at 8/30/2007 8:48:53 AM

I think that lifestyle would probably kill me eventually. I’m far too selfish to care for so many other creatures at once. I’d probably end up eating the bird or something.

So well done you!

Comment posted by — — —
at 8/29/2007 1:58:36 PM

Anita – Thankies. I must go read your blog some more in a moment.

Donnie – I basically do, yes. We have such a small colony of cats though..

Comment posted by Donnie
at 8/29/2007 10:13:42 AM

You should run a kennel or something, you pretty much already do.=P

Comment posted by Anita Marie
at 8/29/2007 7:45:22 AM

Anybody who can mix the odd in with everyday life as easily in their writing as you do deserves an award or something.

I’ll be back

Anita Marie

What is Going On?

August 28, 2007

I have no clue. The past couple of days, I’ve been rather busy with trying to tame the bird and playing with the new kitten, taking out the puppy, watching and checking on Bill because of the heat, and making sure Dib’s light is on in the day and off during the night–I’m just feeling like I have no time. I know it’s not that much to do, but with J. as well, I just don’t know. That, and I’ve been dealing with some computer, rather, browser issues, and I can’t access everything at the current time.

I haven’t even had the time to go through’s main page like I usually do.

That, and somehow I’m over-withdrawn at the bank and it doesn’t make any sense. For some reason, I deposited money one day at the bank, tried to use it the next day, and it still wasn’t in the account yet. So, I went from having fifty extra dollars to negative sixty dollars. And the big bill is due on the fourth.

I’m starting to think that keeping my money out of the bank would be easier. I never took out too much before, but it just seems as though the bank is too lazy to input the numbers every night for the next day. It wasn’t even showing the money that I put in it last week till today!

If it weren’t for a handful of bills, I wouldn’t need the bank account anyway. So, I’m thinking about just doing away with it except for those couple of bills I have to use it for–credit cards, phone, stuff like that. Everything else I can pay with cash, so that’s probably what I’ll do.

Believe me, the bank enjoys doing this to me. They have received tons of money from me by just overdraft fees because eBay charges to my account without my knowledge or something else stupid like that. Gah, take what little money we have and run with it, you son’s a bitches.

Not Much Tonight.

August 27, 2007

Really. I’m just at home reading. J. is currently asleep, though I plan on going outside to watch the full moon for a bit. Go outside and see it if you can–it’s quite pretty.

Comment posted by — — —
at 8/29/2007 1:57:11 PM

Yeppers. It was Monday morning.

Comment posted by Steph
at 8/29/2007 12:22:26 PM

Wasn’t there supposed to be a lunar eclipse?

Comment posted by — — —
at 8/28/2007 9:35:22 AM

Yes, when he went to work this morning, I stayed up for about a half an hour and watched the lunar eclipse. It was about half dark and I waited until five when it was black.

Comment posted by Donnie
at 8/27/2007 10:23:42 PM

Yes, it does look beautiful.

I’m Home.

August 26, 2007

Went to Holiday World today. I’m red. I’ll be tan tomorrow.

I will also write more tomorrow. Currently watching the cat (kitten), Dinky, look around in the shelf for the bird. Squawky is on the back porch, going to sleep soon.

Kitten trying to eat the laptop. I will say more later.

Links for 2007-08-25 [Digg]

August 26, 2007
  • A Proud Mother Defends Her Gay Son
    This is a letter from a mother to the local paper in Vermont. She defends her gay son from people that have been writing to the paper about how bad gay people are. It is a very touching letter and has a link from the original posting.

A Proud Mother.

August 25, 2007

I just wanted to post this blog link, as well as the letter in it here. It is very touching and I think everyone should listen to what this woman has to say.

Many letters have been sent to the Valley News concerning the homosexual menace in Vermont. I am the mother of a gay son and I’ve taken enough from you good people. I’m tired of your foolish rhetoric about the “homosexual agenda” and your allegations that accepting homosexuality is the same thing as advocating sex with children. You are cruel and ignorant. You have been robbing me of the joys of motherhood ever since my children were tiny.

My firstborn son started suffering at the hands of the moral little thugs from your moral, upright families from the time he was in the first grade. He was physically and verbally abused from first grade straight through high school because he was perceived to be gay.

He never professed to be gay or had any association with anything gay, but he had the misfortune not to walk or have gestures like the other boys. He was called “fag” incessantly, starting when he was 6.

In high school, while your children were doing what kids that age should be doing, mine labored over a suicide note, drafting and redrafting it to be sure his family knew how much he loved them. My sobbing 17-year-old tore the heart out of me as he choked out that he just couldn’t bear to continue living any longer, that he didn’t want to be gay and that he couldn’t face a life without dignity.

You have the audacity to talk about protecting families and children from the homosexual menace, while you yourselves tear apart families and drive children to despair. I don’t know why my son is gay, but I do know that God didn’t put him, and millions like him, on this Earth to give you someone to abuse. God gave you brains so that you could think, and it’s about time you started doing that.

At the core of all your misguided beliefs is the belief that this could never happen to you, that there is some kind of subculture out there that people have chosen to join. The fact is that if it can happen to my family, it can happen to yours, and you won’t get to choose. Whether it is genetic or whether something occurs during a critical time of fetal development, I don’t know. I can only tell you with an absolute certainty that it is inborn.

If you want to tout your own morality, you’d best come up with something more substantive than your heterosexuality. You did nothing to earn it; it was given to you. If you disagree, I would be interested in hearing your story, because my own heterosexuality was a blessing I received with no effort whatsoever on my part. It is so woven into the very soul of me that nothing could ever change it. For those of you who reduce sexual orientation to a simple choice, a character issue, a bad habit or something that can be changed by a 10-step program, I’m puzzled. Are you saying that your own sexual orientation is nothing more than something you have chosen, that you could change it at will? If that’s not the case, then why would you suggest that someone else can?

A popular theme in your letters is that Vermont has been infiltrated by outsiders. Both sides of my family have lived in Vermont for generations. I am heart and soul a Vermonter, so I’ll thank you to stop saying that you are speaking for “true Vermonters.”

You invoke the memory of the brave people who have fought on the battlefield for this great country, saying that they didn’t give their lives so that the “homosexual agenda” could tear down the principles they died defending. My 83-year-old father fought in some of the most horrific battles of World War II, was wounded and awarded the Purple Heart.

He shakes his head in sadness at the life his grandson has had to live. He says he fought alongside homosexuals in those battles, that they did their part and bothered no one. One of his best friends in the service was gay, and he never knew it until the end, and when he did find out, it mattered not at all. That wasn’t the measure of the man.

You religious folk just can’t bear the thought that as my son emerges from the hell that was his childhood he might like to find a lifelong companion and have a measure of happiness. It offends your sensibilities that he should request the right to visit that companion in the hospital, to make medical decisions for him or to benefit from tax laws governing inheritance.

How dare he? you say. These outrageous requests would threaten the very existence of your family, would undermine the sanctity of marriage. You use religion to abdicate your responsibility to be thinking human beings. There are vast numbers of religious people who find your attitudes repugnant. God is not for the privileged majority, and God knows my son has committed no sin.

The deep-thinking author of a letter to the April 12 ‘05 Valley News who lectures about homosexual sin and tells us about “those of us who have been blessed with the benefits of a religious upbringing” asks: “What ever happened to the idea of striving . . . to be better human beings than we are?”

Indeed, sir, what ever happened to that?

She is so very right and I wish that people would bother to listen, though I know few will. But for those of us that do believe in equal rights for all, she is inspiring.

If anyone can find her name or site (if she has one) I would love to link to her and talk to her. She’s the type of mother we should all strive to be.

Well, I’m Still Tired.

August 25, 2007

We had a big day yesterday. We ended up going to an auction and buying a couple of things. J. got me a beautiful, hand-made quilt and.. I got another kitten! She’s so cute and she’s under the laptop now attempting to sleep while I’m typing away. But that’s not all! I also got.. Ta-da! A female cockatiel. She’s so pretty, and screamy. So, we have a couple of new babies for our family. Now we’ve got Bill, Maple, Dib, a new kitten, and a new birdy. Yay!

So, I was so tired and wiped out after yesterday. Gah, it was insane. Oh yes, and, obviously, we’re not at the park today. That’s tomorrow, thankfully. I never would have been able to get up today and do something like that all day long. It’s just too, well, hot and icky out. But it appears as though it may rain today. Oh, so I need to go check on Maple soon.

What else? Well, we’ll be out all day tomorrow. It’s just going to be another long day and I’m going to try to sleep in on Monday. Oh, how nice it would be to go back to sleep…

J.’s out right now, looking up some things to cut up with his father next week. So, I’m stuck here with Dib, the kitten (nameless, currently), and the bird–who’s name, I believe, is now Squawky. She kept biting me, so yay. Yes, she is rather stressed, having been auctioned off, and she’s rather nippy. All and all, she’s calming down quite a lot today and being rather decent.

Anything else? Not that I can think of at the current time. I’m just going to get up to wash some clothes and take a shower, while I’m waiting for J. to get back. The kitten isn’t going to like me moving, but she’ll just cuddle up with the blankets and be good to go.