I can't believe it's already creeping up to mid-August and the weather has even gone chilly and windy, giving me the reminder it will be another season soon. But wait, where'd the summer go? I feel like I got steamrolled by time. All I wanted to really do was reduce my clutter. Did I do that? LOL. Tip of the iceberg ( Read more... )

Maria Hummel termed my novel beginning (first 15 pg sample) "ominous and electric." I love that. I know it's crap-ola, in as far as it's just a very rough start but I love that - ominous and electric. How cool. :D

She sort of imagined it was more ominous than it was but that's okay. It is ominous, very. But she thought my main character was lying ( Read more... )

In Pa., a 13 yr old girl, abused and living in squalor, shot her father in the face. The girl had been quoted as telling a neighbor she killed her father because she "couldn't take it anymore." She was charged as an adult. I have so much trouble understanding the logic of that. And although murder seems extreme, if she was willing to kill her ( Read more... )

The doorbell rang at 9 a.m. and a box was left at the doorstep. A dozen chilled and ridiculously delicious chocolate covered strawberries from berries.com. compliments of mom and dad.

Mmm mm! :0)

I sent an e-mail to the kitten adoption agency that adopted out Huckleberry to me and let them know the situation. I figured they should know because they raised him from baby to 10 wk. old kitten. Rescue agencies like to keep in the know so out of respect I notified them. I told them how upset I was and how special he was to me. I did not tell ( Read more... )

I found what looked exactly like coyote tracks leading from the spot where Hux loved to roll on the ground out front. Makes me want to get a loaded shotgun and start hunting. Grumble. All I can say is... probably a good thing I don't actually OWN one.

My neighbor Richard said that about 4 nights ago, 10:30 p.m. (the night I was gone to S.F. otherwise I definitely would have heard it), a pack of coyotes was howling loudly and it sounded like it was out on our cul-de-sac in front of my house. The one night I'm frickin' gone. That really gets under my skin ( Read more... )

You know what. If I had only locked Hux in the house before I went to S.F. and made sure he stayed in that night, he'd be here now.

I read a blog responding to this and no one could understand the rhyme or reason of it. I disagree... and as bad as I feel, this actually made me smile. It happened a long time ago but I just liked reading it. Some people really love their cats.

I am really truly stressed and lost with Hux. He's the cutest most wonderful little fluff ball. Ow. :(