Ants

This has been an unusually busy week and today was the worst.

Yesterday, my Cat Chloe had to have surgery. As I mentioned a few blogs ago, she’d been losing weight of late and now she’d stopped eating.  When I took her in before, her blood work had not indicated anything grave, other than a typical (for her age) kidney enzyme count or some such, which only required a diet change. However, I could tell she was losing weight and yet hungry all the time.  She liked her canned food, which was soft, but she was no longer going for the dry. Another age thing?

Well, felines have something they are prone to called resorption. It affects their teeth and gum area and can cause them quite a bit of pain. Fortunately only one tooth was involved, so we had it extracted.  She is fine now.

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Doing what she does best – in the daytime anyway.

However, my little gal has to be on pain meds for three days. She was not a happy camper because when she got home, her favorite place to be (outside) was barred.

I couldn’t let her go out because it was now evening and we are known to have coyotes in the neighborhood, so the vet said no. Having been sedated, her reflexes would be subpar for awhile.

So up goes the baby gate and boy did she try to figure that thing out. She was not happy.

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But all in all, she did get a pretty bandage.

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In the meantime, I  add some warm water to her dry food per Dr.’s suggestion, which I did last night. She ate.

The downside to that is that this AM what was left over had drawn ANTS!!!  Lot’s of them, with a trail leading outside, down and around the patio to the fence and disappearing heaven knows where.

I know the neighbors have complained of ants, but they’d not been a problem here.

I looked everywhere for any kind of bug spray and found none.  So, I got out the vinegar. Well, it soaked them but it didn’t kill them, so Home Depot, here I come.

Oh dear!  So many choices. Which do I go for?

Well Spectricide was cheapest, Ortho next and the highest was RAID!  So, I used my “rule of thumb” and got the one priced in the middle.  I figured if Raid was that high, almost twice the others, it must have a ton of stuff I don’t want in the house or…near my pets. The cheapest, I reasoned might not do the trick, I don’t know, but I didn’t want to have to go back if it didn’t.  My animals were starving!  And, I wanted to be able to put their food down and feel it wouldn’t be contaminated.

I needn’t have worried. They’ve been sleeping most of the day anyway.

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I woke Ferguson, he looks worried probably wondering what I’m up to now.

In addition to spray I got some of these little “traps”.  It says they’ll take the stuff to the nest and they’ll all be gone. I know how tenacious these little guys can be. I did the tour in Arizona of the Biodome where they had put several species of ants in there and the little guys took over and…eradicated all others!  Nope. I wasn’t taking any chances. These were little guys.

The first go around with vinegar didn’t do much. When I got back from the store, they’d already called in reinforcements. What a mess! I couldn’t think what on earth they could be going for. I don’t have a messy floor. I’d put the food up. What in hell’s name did they want, as one came crawling up my leg and then the other?!

I had to get in all the places I could think of. I laid them by the fence where they’d disappeared to and behind planters next to the doors. Everywhere the trail lead in.

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Ant bait

I made sure to lay them in places where the pets couldn’t get them, not that they would, but just in case.

So…then I had to clean up the mess of ant carcasses and while I was at it, I bathed the dog. Ferguson, our Papillon, although a spaniel derivative,  hates baths but he actually did good this time and I even brushed his teeth without him fussin’ too much.

 

So by the time my two are ready to eat this evening I’m sure things will be fine.

I hope.

Killing ants is a lot of work.

 

Silence

SILENCE is the one thing I miss having moved from a small town to a big city. Actually our town is only a suburb in the outlying county of a big city.

But still, the hum of cars is constant.

I remember when we first considered moving to Colorado and we looked through the town of Grand Junction perusing possible homes to purchase. We were out at the base of The Monument, a state park that was almost a carbon copy of the Grand Canyon, only on a smaller scale. Beautiful red rock spires and canyons were hard to resist despite the fact that we were told not to buy too close to it because in winter you’d lose daylight and days would be even shorter.the-monument

None the less, here we were checking out the area and saw this country home with a “for sale” sign in front and decided to stop and got out of the car and see. I remember my oldest daughter jumping out right behind me and as I’m walking across the street, she says “Listen”.

Well, I did, but I was entranced by its peacefulness, so what does she want me to hear?

I look back at her perplexed.

Quietly I say, “What?”

She says, “Nothing! It is so quiet.”

She was right. Maybe a bird here and there, but overall SILENCE.

Coming from California where there was nothing but constant noise, it was a novelty to us. In Urban areas and big cities its not surprising that noise is something people become accustomed to and are not even aware of. Here? Nothing.

In Alabama, the same thing. Daddy’s farm, our little house in town even.

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Our sweet house in Attalla.

But even so, there are sounds around us everywhere that we become immune to. It’s like the time we had a tornado blow through Attalla, Alabama one night.  Now Attalla is a quiet little town. Not much noise there, but after the tornado came through, destroyed the house on the corner and blew all the power boxes out, SILENCE.

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We thought our place was quiet. Imagine how surprised we were at how much racket the hum of our appliances made and now there’s not a sound? Who’d a thought?  We actually all loved it.

 

The house had an apartment conversion upstairs where my sister lived, but she’d often come down and we’d eat pizza watch NCIS together. We still got together but instead of TV, we played games by candlelight and went to bed early, but best of all we were all talking to one another.

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By headlamp, flashlight and candlelight, we played Scrabble.  It was the best three days ever.

Flickr Wednesday: Diana Thorold

Re-purposed and beautiful.

Art by Rob Goldstein

Diana writes:

“I have been involved in ‘the arts’ one way or the other all my life.

Born in Kenya, I lived on a farm and made cards and presents for friends and family – In childhood I learned to use and make from what was around me. … now it is ‘fashionable’ to reuse, recycle.

I run workshops to help people find their creativity.

I have a small seasonal shop ‘Blistering Barnacles’ that I run with my partner.
We make almost everything we sell.

My work on Flickr is more for ‘fun’ – I enjoy entering the groups competitions and manipulating and mangling photos.  I Hope my work inspires you”


Evening Glow

Follow if you will

Thinking of You

Fly Free

Glow

Which Way

Remembering Summer Days

The Truth

Essence of Summer

Summer Slides Away

Peace

Diana’s Workshop in Sherringham

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The Whole Picture

I know a great deal is happening in the world today.  Attitudes are changing, some good, some not so good.

In this mash of over stimulation and feeding of opinion, from every form of media and friends, how do we get the whole picture?  The TRUE picture?

Truth is relative, that’s a given truth be told. So much of what we believe is influenced by those around us, our friends, neighbors, educators, religion (if we attend), media and if we read, books. Sadly most of it comes from a combination of media and peer pressure.

Peer pressure is something we just can’t seem to avoid. We’re like cattle or perhaps sheep off to slaughter. Friends are an integral part of living and heaven forbid we disappoint friends. So that leaves MEDIA. MEDIA is the most damaging. TV especially because more people watch TV than listen to radio, in periodicals or the daily paper. Why people believe what they hear on TV as gospel is beyond me. Most of it is “he said, she said” anyway.

I recall an interview a few years back of an actor who had for several seasons or perhaps years, had played a villain on a long running soap opera.  He said in the interview, how surprised he was at the number of people believed it was for real. He was frequently being chastised on the street for being so bad. One day, he says, a woman literally came up to him from out of the blue and hit him with her purse.  The audience of course laughed, but what a sad commentary of how “our” belief system is influenced.  That’s why commercials work and why certain ones are aired at certain times and channels for a specific target audience. That’s also how our children’s minds get formed without us even being aware.  That’s how it is though.

How many people rely on media for their information?

TV news anchors and various talk shows constantly skew their information and cut and paste to present information to fit their own agenda. Now social media is in the mix and how even more impactive that has become.  Because now it’s the man on the street, showing us “live” as to what is going on.

Tell me, has anyone stopped to think how it is that someone just “happened” to see and shoot something as it unfolds from beginning to end and in it’s entirety without prejudice?  Who on earth is ready to roll all the time?  It’s hardly likely unless the event was contrived in the first place. Think about that. And the public believes it? Incredible. Generally if you see something happen, it takes more than a few seconds to get your camera rolling and by then you probably missed a good chunk of important information. It’s hard enough to get a good reel when you plan to shoot it. Trust me.

Low tolerance, high tolerance. It all goes awry when it comes to personal beliefs.  For example, someone may say they are tolerant of this or that and appear for all practical purposes to be so until someone who has an opposing ideology attempts to present theirs. Suddenly their “tolerance” is out the window.  What it really boils down to is so and so has no right to their voice if it conflicts with mine. In other words mine is right, theirs is wrong.  Period.

It’s human nature to hear what you want to hear and if you dislike someone you may be even more inclined to isolate the incriminating or what you want or need to indict them. Sometimes people don’t bother listening or hearing the whole message.  Oh, but wait!  Perhaps the whole message wasn’t shared, just a little this and that. Perhaps some media power that be edited it to discredit  one or uplift another.  How would you know?

There’s no doubt that if we want the truth, we have to go hunting for it and like hunting, it takes work and patience to find truth behind the stories that are being told.

I understand we are all under time restrictions, but do your best.

If you don’t take care, what you see is not necessarily what you’re gonna get. You could be in for a surprise.

We as the human race can be so foolish but for this country’s sake,  lets not be. Our future depends on it.

Do your homework folks.

 

 

 

Mary Walker – AKA Typhoid Mary, Bloody Mary

They say she was once sweet, pretty with a very, lethally toxic “personality”. But…which Mary came first?

Take a look. She’s all grown up now and even more lethal than ever before. She’s a mean-ass bitch, no doubt.

SHE SAYS:

I am known to have telekinetic powers and the ability to burn you up with my thoughts. Not everyone is endowed with lethal pyrokinesis abilities.

This my brief history or I should say my history in brief. Summarized.

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I’m the original. I like moonlit walks on the beach…when they let me. I’m the one no one need worry about. I was once a soap opera star with my own show.  I’m sweet and smart and did I mention pretty?  Typhoid Mary and Bloody Mary are so terribly restrictive, in fact they totally stifle me. They rarely let me, sweet, innocent me, show up for the party anymore. So if I’m invited, you’ll never know who else is gonna show. – Mary Walker

 

I am in control.  If it hadn’t been for that creep Matt Murdoch aka Daredevil, I wouldn’t be where I am today. It was good while it lasted, and until he gave me a wedgie, (like a leg up and out the fuckin’ window) I was fine. It’s him you have to thank. I thought I was his true love, really and now I’m the bad guy?  Fine. I can’t help it if I’m the one that was gifted with Psyonic super powers. It was a gift. Okay?! If I gotta be a witch in this business, so be it.  Someone’s gotta be the bad guy anyway.  Why not me? I’m the fun one. Oh, and if you want vengeance? – Vengeance is mine! – Typhoid Mary

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I’m Brutal and Merciless. Those two are squeamish little school girls. Mary faints at the sight of blood. Typhoid lusts for vengeance which makes her unpredictable. Neither of them can control me. I serve a purpose though. I’m calculating and ruthless. I’m the one called in to do the dirty work, because mercy ain’t even in my vocabulary. Plus, I hate men, so killing them is easy – Bloody Mary

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Look!  I’m a three in one! You couldn’t get any better than that. Well, I don’t know. Try me.

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I’M NOT TO BE MESSED WITH!!!!

 

*Photos are from Chiseled Light Photography, Salt Lake City, UT

 

Share and have your friends share.   I’m curious. Respond with your place and “like”. I wanna know who’s payin’ attention.

Myrna Mountweasel – why not?

Rainbow Mountains Aka Zhangye Danxia Landform In Gansu, China

Since I can’t travel, I can share. Gorgeous geological and rarely seen mountains

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Zhangye Danxia Landform is colorful rock formations Geological Park in Gansu province, China. These rock formations is a unique type of petrographic geomorphology, which can be found only in China. Colored rocks consist of red sand stones and conglomerates of mostly Cretaceous period. Research shows that about 100 million years ago there was a huge indoor swimming pool. Water carried here from the surrounding mud. As a result, global high temperatures, the pool is dry and arid conditions of the oxidized pellet and took rust color. About 70 million years ago, the red layer of 3,700 m thickness was formed in the basin, known as the chalk bed. At the top was a solid layer 1,300 meters thick, the Cretaceous period, the system layer, from which the mountain peaks Danks gradually formed.

Rainbow Mountains Aka Zhangye Danxia Landform In Gansu, China

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5 WOMEN THAT CHANGED THE WAY WE THINK

I love this honest blog.  I think we forget sometimes that the power of good and evil transcends races, one isn’t better than another and that is the lesson they taught us by the legacy these women left behind. We have within our power to make changes either for good or bad. And that is our lesson.
Of late we’ve heard blacks curse whites and whites curse blacks but evil is not about race. There is beauty and good in all of us as well and that is what we should strive for.

Pan

I was watching the film Pan the other day and it set me in a mood.pan

I know it’s a couple of years old or more, but it came on HBO and I decided to watch it. I was seeing how it had changed from the Disney  animated version. In some ways it was better and in other ways not so. I liked it.

Peter lost his mother. Never really knew her but oh how he longed for her. I so knew how that felt.

My mother, having been mentally ill was lost to me before I ever got a chance to know her or know who she could have been had she been right. I missed having a mother. I watch movies of people having a parent they could lean on, someone to guide and direct them as to how they should be and sometimes I get angry. I get sad.

I can’t change it and although I try not to live in the past, there are moments when the past overwhelms me and the past comes looming at me like a monster.

I did a short film recently. It was great fun.  It was a part of a 48 hour film event in San Diego. I was on the writing team.

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The “project” is to make a movie from start to finish in less than 48 hours.  In order to prevent cheating, you don’t know what it’s to be about until the event starts. On Friday night someone will pick up a genre and this year, they gave us two choices and we get to choose between the two as to which one to write and film. From that point on, you have 48 hours to film, edit, and do sound etc. It then must be complete by Sunday night at 7PM and.. Not a second late or you’re disqualified.scene4

The producer and director already had outlines for possibilities that could pretty much go different ways and that’s allowed because… To keep everyone honest each film is required to include in it three items they give you. One is an actual, a line of dialogue and a character that must be in the film, thereby insuring that it’s not filmed in advance.

It will then be judged and then there will be a people’s choice selection when it is screened on the 6th of September to determine the overall winner. I saw last years and they were pretty doggone good. How will we measure up?  I haven’t a clue. I’ve not seen the finished video.

Our genre was silent movie (the other genre was fable).  Yup! No dialogue. So, the guys did slapstick. As it turns out, when the script was done, late that night we ended up needing an older woman, which turns out to be moi!  Yup, ME!scene3

I was It was kind of Ruth Buzzi-ish, me hitting everyone with my bag, which by the way was no easy feat. It was doggone heavy.

I was the philandering millionaire’s wife who kept running after the pretty ladies who were running after him for his $$$. That was the secondary story. The first being a young man smitten by the pretty ladies who gets knocked out by the old man when he got hit by his wife and ends up in a black and white silent movie dream.scene-1

I will say this. It was actually pretty amazing watching the young people with their camera and computer skills putting this all together. They really made it all work. Watching the cameraman slip a film card to the editor, the editor runs to his computer, downloads it, starts working, then takes back the card and switches it with the cameraman and so forth. Then he created the silent film banners with required dialogue, etc.

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I got lots of praise for it, we had a premiere after party with some of the actors and crew and even though we didn’t win any prizes, I have no one to tell.  The director posted a picture of me on FB with praise for my work and I actually saw it re-posted. We got to walk the “red carpet” but my pic didn’t turn out. I’ll check later and see if anyone got something better.

Right now, a mom or dad would be nice. Someone say, I knew you could do it! It was after all, my first writing gig that got made.

So, I’m sharing it with you. Thanks!

BTW, it will eventually be put on youtube. Someday.

*Pan picture off yahoo image search.

 

 

My Bad Ass Girls

I have two daughters.  I’ve probably written about them before, but this is a brag post.  Sort of…

They take after their mother, really.

You see, I’m what my friends call self sufficient and guys just expect me to handle things and if I want something then I guess I go buy it myself.

I’m the lady guys never indulge. I’m not the one you think to send flowers to or buy a box of candy for. I’m not the one you’d surprise with a diamond bracelet or necklace.  Actually, no one does.  I’m not the girl guys think they need to pamper. Nope! I’m the one they look to to serve them,  but dad gummit, sometimes just once in awhile every so often treat me like a princess!!!! Take me somewhere nice.  I mean, somewhere reeeeeally nice. Please?

So there go my girls.

I did the San Diego Comicon several weeks ago with my eldest daughter and grand daughter. We were pretty bad ass, I must say.

I’m the evil Red Queen, in case you can’t tell. Mikey, my sweet Mikey is Alice. The “new” Alice. Her hair started out blonde but it didn’t hold.

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and  my eldest went as Marvel’s Scarlet Witch a new hero character introduced in Avenger’s: Age of Ultron,  sans the flames that come out of her hands. Although she can handle a gun, her best weapon is her quick wit and sharp tongue.

 

while daughter number two went as the villain, Typhoid Mary at the Salt Lake City Comicon. (The one that looks evil below) She tells me “Mom, it’s acting” She is also adept at handling arms and martial arts. That’s not acting.typhoid-mary

 

She made up for it by also role playing Inara from the series “Firefly” at the Browncoat Ball.

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All in all, we’re a bad ass bunch.  What can I say?

When we aren’t hamming it up, we’re not a bad bunch.

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