Rapheal and Dain

Nac becomes Rapheal

The little cat is a boy.

Nasty Ass Cat

I did a bad thing, but I met the most incredible person

Her name is Carole, and she is forever young. She is a writer and an Artist and I got one of her nasty ass cats.

I am naming him NA short for Nasty ass.


Na is missing, I wanted to show him where everything was after his bath, he is looking a little ill.

I showed him the box, and the food and his crate, he crawled into the cat box soaking wet, and got litter stuck in his fur.. Now he is missing, Sherman is worried, Sherman thinks Na is in my closet.

It is a skinny fuzzy little thing; he tail is mangled and broken in five places.

After the bath I regretted how thin he looks.

SIGH, just the thing for me. I am a born animal care giver.

of course REMEMBER ME! dunderhead

You know I am stalling, I need to finish alphabatizing stupid CD's. Do you think I need five hundred? I look at them and think... well I can't get rid of this one nor that one. so there they sit.
Stupid F/S Flores wrote me a irritating email, I wish I could squeeze his neck till his tiny little head pops off. OH dear I thought my pissed off attitude had cured itself, well I am better,because I didn't tell him that. NO I wrote to Steven and asked him what to do. He thought it better that I talk to the big boss before I go off on one of my delicate temper tantrums. HE is so good. SO very good.. sigh, but I digress.
I want that man. NOT Flores hell no, Steven.
Sherman needs a bath, I better go focus on that, he will not cooperate and he is very strong for a little guy.

The Enlightened Few

The emperor's new clothes totally explains the Bohemian Genre. They think they are enlightened and are put here to teach the rest of us.

I once had a lovely brick house. It had shiny hard wood floors, french doors leading out to the garden. The kitchen was designed in stone. I loved this house it seemed magical to me.

I decorated it light and bright. The living room had floor to ceiling windows, and I hung a wooden lattice from gold chains from the ceiling. I filled it with plants. I put a mirror under them, and tiny star-lights, so when it was plugged in at night, you had a glowing effect with all the plants taking off.

on the floor in that living room, I had big soft cushy chairs, trees growing from big pots and a fountain in the center. My stereo was there, and you could sit in a chair, listen to the water and music, smoke a clove and relax.

Divorce happened, and Michael and (ex Friend) Becky took the house, and I moved to the Oregon coast to lick my wounds and grow. ( I hoped). I was a doormat most of my marriage, and that behavior doesn't just die.

The house now is done in Cow Dung Brown, with green trim inside. The lattice is gone. On the walls are hideous paintings done in dark colors.
The soft chairs are gone and the fountain, replaced by a big block table, and shelving to display more hideous art work.
IT is said, "To each his own style" But a friend of ours came to see me over there one day when I was dropping our daughters off for a visit, I had to stop inside and feed the baby.

She said, "JEZUS KRIST this looks like a Damn Crack House in here!"

Neither of us know what a crack house looks like, but I suspect it might be close. The colors so dark and dismal, and I am sure Becky painted it that way because it was "Trendy"

anyway enough of that reflection stuff. I like my light and bright little apartment, I cannot hang anything from the ceiling, but I plan on putting some potted tomatoes out on the patio as soon as it is warm enough, and I am relatively happy.

Maybe some day I will have a little house again.