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Silly Blogger

That's me, I'm the silly blogger.  I made myself laugh, blogsurfing the other day (and laughter is always a good thing, even when it's on your own bad self... ok, sometimes ESPECIALLY when it's on your own bad self...)

I followed a link to this blog, because I like Bruce Willis. 

I thought it was another fan site, but the more I read the more I became convinced that it was the man his-own-self.  Then a cynical nay-sayer in my head popped up and scoffed, actually scoffed at me, the fool, for thinking for one little minute the man himself would deign to BLOG.  Couldn't be.  Had to be a fake-out.  On the internet, how can you ever know anybody is ever who they say they are?  You can't.  What made me think...

But I did, I had gotten all excited thinking it was Bruno, there in virtualosity, blogging like a real person.  It seemed for a moment that all things were possible.  The blogosphere had brought an idol close to hand, close enough to actually communicate with!

I laughed and laughed, I got such a huge giggle out of this little internal exchange.  I mean, movie stars are real people too.  They fart and scratch and stink, just like the rest of us.  But  the object of the swoon has never been close or available.  And that little part of me that's still capable of having crushes on movie stars and musicians can still swoon and moon and croon, and boy did she jump up hopeful.  Silly wabbit.

I don't know if it really is Bruce Willis' site, I don't know how a person could ever confirm such a thing, but just for grins, I went in search of other famous people's blogs.  Didn't find much, I'm afraid.   I did find this old post:  Famous People Who Blog, but there's not much on the list. 

I guess with the advent of the blogosphere, we've opened up a new opportunities for whackos and weirdos - blogstalking.  Eeewwww, scary!

Critters in Contemplation

I love catching animals contemplating their navals.  I wonder what's going on in there.  Cats have the Jellicle explanation, of course, and we know they're contemplating the thought of the thought of the thought of their names.  But dogs?  What CAN they be thinking of?

My Pennie is actually very cat-like. She will sit in front of a mouse-house for hours, staring. Waiting patiently. But in this moment, she was just drifting away, thinking deep thoughts.

A kitty contemplation moment for Biscuit.

I'm not actually sure Ginger was thinking here. She might have been falling asleep.

Dakota, the queen of disdain. I think she wears this "Leave me alone, I'm thinking" expression just to make us two-leggers feel inferior.


Don't forget this week's Ark, Carnival of the Dogs, and Carnival of the Cats (at Watermark this week)!

Making a List

I'm determined to post something this morning, but damn this is hard. 

I haven't been able to find anything to feed my soul lately.  Nothing really brings me joy or sparks creativity.  I feel overwhelmed with badness and despair.  I was appalled to realize that there were quite a lot of bogus sites taking money for Katrina victims, bogus "charities".    It's appalling that we have to have people to watch and keep tabs on the charities and keep them honest.  That we have to be so on guard all the time. 

Who can you trust?  There are sharks everywhere, ready to take advantage of every situation for their own benefit. 

Why was I even surprised?  I don't know, but I was.  I guess I thought this kind of tragedy would get us all rallying around to support each other.  And some folx are, some folx have.   But it's still a shock to the heart to see how much heartlessness is out there.  And it's a shock to realize that - as dark as I am - I'm still shock-able.

So I retreated to my own back yard, sad and depressed.  But I know how quickly and easily this can become a black hole for me.  I have to pull my head up and look around.  I have to try to find something positive in the darkness.  I guess a list is in order. 

1.  It's cooling off, finally.  We've been hovering right around 100 for a few days now, and the mornings are quite cool.  Thank god for small favors.  It'll be another month before the days are tolerable for me to be outside, but at least I can go out in the garden in the early a.m. 
Reminder to self - flowers feed your soul.  Green helps.  Be in the yard whenever possible.

2.  The lovebirds are still coming around, though in smaller numbers.  I thought they were all gone, but this last week a few greens showed up, and yesterday, one yellow.  No blues, sadly.  I think the bulk of the flock has moved on, and I'm hoping these few stragglers will stay for the winter.  It's funny that I look on these birds as a sign of hope. 
Note to self - try to find nesting boxes that will hang in trees.  What do lovebirds like?

3.  Working so hard the last month has paid off, I have enough money right now to pay my bills AND feed the dogs.  I have a little extra money to do some stuff around the house.
Reminder to self - making things pretty feeds your soul.  It doesn't have to be expensive stuff, and a creative "fix up" project can help keep your head out of the darkness.

4.  I've been feeling a little better physically.  Less pain, a little more energy. 
Reminder to self - yoga in the mornings is a GOOD thing.

Cripes, is that all I can come up with?  I've been sitting here for 10 minutes trying to think of something else, and I'm stumped.  Well, I guess that's enough for today.  I can't expect too much on the first attempt, don't wanna suffer from too rapid a rise, decompression and all that.  Heh.

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Katrina Blogs

I had no idea there would be so many blogs so soon.  These were just the ones on  Typepad's front page this morning:

Finding Loved Ones - from Ernie the Attorney

Surviving Hurrican Katrina

Hurricane Katrina.org

Hurricaid.com - this one has a post about petfinders

Katrina Housing & Transportation Resources

Hurricane Watch

I feel so helpless.

No Space is Too Small

My brother's dog, Ginger, is a moose.  Tall, wide, with the longest tail I've ever seen on a dog, she occupies quite a lot of space.  But of course, she thinks she's still a puppy and can fit into small space. 

Here, she's trying really hard to fit under the table and chair where I was sitting. As you can see, it's a tight fit. She was determined.

She made it, although it took her a while. She squidgied and inched and huffed and puffed, and when she finally made it, she put her head on my foot (which fell asleep in short order!) and heaved a great sigh. 

Here she lies, happily underfoot, under table, squinched between the table legs and the chairs, with her bone.

And all was right with the world.


Don't forget this week's Friday Ark, Carnival of the Cats (at Conservative Cat this week), and Carnival of the Dogs over at Mickey's!

Cats on Cars

UPDATE: Carnival of the Cats #76 is up at Conservative Cat.  Be sure to check out all the kittyblogging, it'll warm your heart.  And god knows, we all need to warm our hearts right now.

Yesterday I went down to my brother's house and "babysat". Heheh, the girls will kill me if they read this. They're far from babies, and they don't need sitting, but their mom asked me to come down and have dinner with them and help with homework and whatnot, since she has to work late a lot lately. So, I went. We had a nice dinner together, me, my aunt, and the two teenage girls who obviously would rather be playing computer games or IMing their friends or whatever. I love them dearly, but they truly are teenagers now. ANYway, while there, I took a ton of pictures, and played with all the animals. 

Here are a few of the cats.  The theme: Cats on Cars.

Our boy Biscuit isn't getting that much bigger. I think he's just always going to be a small cat. He sure has a sweet personality though.

Get a load of this face. Dakota is Queen of the neighborhood, and she can give the evil eye with the best of them. Either that or she's just too cool for school, as shown in the photo below...