The Adventures of Amy and Alley...(part three)

Amy is sooo cat and Alley is sooo dog.

Amy and Alley both spend the better part of each day sleeping. Alley sleeps on the couch in the living room. Amy sleeps on the chair in the family room.

Amy gives love bites and Alley gives kisses.

Alley comes whenever she is summoned and Amy comes when she darn well feels like it.

Amy and Alley both talk. Amy has a rather extensive meow vocabulary, while Alley talks mainly with her eyes. And those eyes have a lot to say.

When left alone Alley howls mournfully, and Amy meows longingly. How do I know this you ask? One day they didn't realize they were not alone...

Alley does her business outside, Amy does hers upstairs in the liter box. She is very fussy about her liter box being clean. Don't ask me how I know this...

Alley chases bunnies in the back yard. While Amy chases her tail while sitting on a stool in the kitchen.

Alley has trouble climbing the stairs, poor baby. While Amy shakes the whole house with her morning runs.

Amy and Allie both shed, but Allie's hair is darker so it's more apparent.

Allie eats canned dog food, but steals kitty chows whenever she can. Amy eats kitty chows but licks Allie's bowl clean every morning.

As you can see Allie and Amy are well loved and much appreciated by their humans..and one is sooo dog and the other is sooo cat...

Killing time

I'm sure that you, like me are guilty of killing time.

What a thought, killing time.

It would not be okay to just randomly talk about killing anything else, yet it is perfectly okay to talk about killing time.

Imagine??

How often do we wish we had MORE time? And yet here we going around killing the time we do have.

It's really too bad that we can't order our time to accomadate us better.
It seems like we either don't have enough of it or we have too much of it. And then we go around killing it.

If only we could save the extra time we have and use it at those times when we are running out of it. It could be like roll over minutes only it would be roll over time.

And then we could stop killing it.

MORNING musings??

I'm wondering what's with this title I've chosen? I never post to this blog in the morning. As a matter of fact I'm sure that I probably won't ever post to this blog in the morning. I'm much more likely to write something in the late afternoon or early evening. What was I thinking? Morning Musings?? But what's done is done. I don't think I can change the title. And I don't want to move...I just got here...so Morning Musings it is.

That is so typical of me. Something turns out to be not quite right and I don't go out of my way to fix it, I just figure out how to adapt to it.

I remember years ago, we had this white Aerostar van and the electric window on the driver's side stopped working. Did I have that fixed? No I learned how to slide (push) the windows up and down with my hands.

We have a double sink in our master bedroom and the faucet on "my" side is very difficult to turn on...so I just use the other side.

We have a pool table and for the longest time we couldn't find one of the pool balls..no problem...we played nine ball.

We have an electrical outlet in the kitchen, the one in the most convenient spot, but for some reason the cords won't plug into it...well I go out of way to use the one on the other counter. Never mind if I have to move everything around just to accomplish that.

I don't know what it is about me, but I don't like to go out of my way to get these things fixed. I don't like having to call in repair men, and I don't like having to take things places. In my mind it's just easier to find a way around it.

Until the poop gets to high that is...

Which reminds me of a story that I've heard Dr. Laura tell. When she was in graduate school she had this very dignified lady professor. The kind without so much as a hair out of place. And she told of these people who lived in a house with no bathroom and slats for a floor. Well since there was no bathrooms they did their ummm business...yes, through the slats. And they just kept it up, until of course the poop got too high and they had no choice but to find a different answer.

Actually I think that's the way a lot of us are, don't you?

Stowaway

We had a stowaway last night, even though the door was closed.

She sneaked in when the search lights went on.

The search lights went on when the helicopter flew by.

I don't know why the helicopter flew by. But it tends to do that a little too much these days.

When the search lights came on after the helicopter flew by I opened the door and that's when she darted by.

I didn't even notice.

I was too busy checking with my daughter making sure that she was fine and not freaked out by the search lights which came on after the helicopter flew by.

After the helicopter flew by and the search lights went on and I opened the door to make sure my daughter was fine, the search lights went out and the helicopter was gone and my daughter was well so the door was closed.

Not realizing that the furry little one had snuck by...

Not realizing until the sun came up and the furry little one was on the bed with her wake-up meows at least an hour too early which is why the door was closed.

The Adventures of Amy and Alley...(part two)

Amy is most annoyed that Allie gets to go outside whenever she wants to. "Why is that fair?" "Who made that rule?" I'm sure are the thoughts going through her head every time Allie gets to venture in the great outdoors.

But every once in awhile Amy escapes. She knows she is not suppose to. And she knows she will be in big time trouble, but that does not deter her from the occasional outside adventure.

And I think that Allie just may be in cahoots with her...

Allie knows how to open the back slider. When the screen is not closed all the way she can inch her nose in and push it to the side. And she does this all the time. The problem is she doesn't close the door behind her. I think she may have a deal with Amy. I can just hear her saying, "leave the door open and I won't swat you next time you walk by"...hmmm...maybe more like blackmail...

Anyways Allie left the back screen open the other day. No one was in the room at the time so no one noticed. But when we did walk in and we saw the screen cracked ever so slightly...well we knew. And the search began.

Amy had not gotten far. And she knows when she is caught the gig is up and she runs back in.

And she did.

Only she had a lizard in her mouth. A lizard with no tail because she probably bit it off.

We didn't notice the lizard until she was inside. And needless to say we were not amused. And we were not quite sure what to do next.

Then Amy lost interest, dropped the lizard, and the lizard was no where to be found.

Well that's another fine mess those two had gotten us into.

We searched, we pulled furniture out, we pulled knick knacks out, and we searched some more.

Allie was of no help. She went upstairs to hide as she often does when anything is amiss. Amy was of no help. She had long since forgotten about "her" lizard.

Finally about 20 minutes later the way word creature was spotted, scooped up and returned to the backyard. Allie came back downstairs to make amends for the problems she had caused and Amy, well Amy curled up and took a nap after this last exhausting adventure of Amy and Allie.

Hats

One of my Christmas presents was a circular knifty knitter. I can make hats with it. All different kinds and sizes of knitted hats. I've made two already.

I've always wanted to knit. I've always thought it would be good to have a knitting project going so I could take it with me places when I'm playing the waiting game. And I play that game quite a bit and I'm actually pretty good at it. But I think I'd be even better it I could bring my knitting.

And now I can!

I love making those little hats. They are just addicting. Once I get started I just can't stop. I can sit there for a couple of hours just doing row after row after row. I don't want to get up to get a snack, or to do to the bathroom, or even to change positions, I just knit...row, after row, after row...

Now here in lies the problem. What am I going to do with all of those hats? I've already made my daughter one and she loves it and wants more, so that's good. Christmas is over but I can always start making hats for next Christmas. Or I can donate them to a homeless shelter. Or maybe I can make little hats for preemies.

I can also invest in the long knifty knitter. And then I can make scarves, baby blankets, even afghans.

But for now I'll keep making hats.

Would you, by any chance, like a hat?

Girls behaving badly

Sometimes the world is just too much for me. I just don't like to see the direction it is headed. I know that it is to be expected. And I know that it will not get any better until Jesus comes back. Actually it will just get worse and worse. But I still don't like it!

And I don't like the way girls are behaving these days.

I believe that it's the women who set the standards. If women expect to be treated well they will be treated well. If women command respect they will be respected. A woman should set herself on a pedestal and stay there until she finds the man who will keep her there. And he will be found and he is worth waiting for.

But girls today are not taught this. Girls today are acting like sluts. And our whole society is paying the price.

Case in point, someone told me of a 12 year old girl sending what amounted to be porno pictures of herself to her boyfriend (please, a 12 year old with a boyfriend!). He in turn forwarded them to everyone in school and now they are all calling her a slut...HELLO, I believe she is acting like one. Now the girl's mom is angry with the boy for forwarding the pictures and yes he was wrong. And yes the boy's mom should lay into him (which she is not), but what are boys to think when girls act this way? No one is setting any standards. Not the girls or the mothers. Again, I ask you, what are boys to think?

The bar has gotten so low. Our children are bombarded with all kinds of bad behavior on TV and in movies and lots of times from watching their own families. What hope do we have for any future generations rising above all of this?

Somewhere we have to stop the madness! And it's going to have to come from the women. Men will take note if women start expecting, or rather demanding better.

The Adventures of Amy and Alley...(part one)

Amy is a two year old Tabby cat. Alley is an 11 year old mixed lab. And they are both kind enough to share their living space with me.

Amy is small but feisty. Alley is old and creaky.

Amy rules the roost and Alley tries to get by.

The only thing Alley has on Amy is that she is allowed to go outside. And boy would Amy love to go outside. She never quite forgives Alley for this simple unfairness. Amy watches longingly through the back window as Alley makes her morning rounds in the yard. And she waits by the door so she can inform me when Alley is ready to come in. Alley knocks and Amy meows, and meows, and meows until the door is opened and Alley enters. Alley goes about her business making her way through the hall and up the stairs totally oblivious to the small creature that is chasing her and batting at her and telling her all about the unfairness of being an indoor only cat.

And that my gentle readers is just one of the many adventures of Amy and Alley.

Goodbye Christmas

It's January 3rd, time to take the Christmas decorations down. And we're working on it. Not feeling at the top of my game today so the going is slow. The Christmas tree will be gone for sure by the end of the day, fire hazard you know. But the rest of it...well it's likely to be an ongoing project. But that's okay.

I have mixed emotions about packing it all up. It's sad to see it all go, to see Christmas over. And yet it's nice to feel the new beginnings and to peel away the layers of clutter. It fits January to be somewhat empty and barren in the same way that it fits December to be filled to the brim. Filled with decorations and activities and food and shopping. And after so much excess the quiet stillness of January is a welcome friend. The friend who visits only once a year and can't stay too long because life will quickly fill the void that the first few days of the New Year brings.

And that's okay too.

The trick is in learning how to tune into the rhythm of life and it goes all so much easier when we learn to flow right along with it.

New beginnings...

Well here we are, it's January 2, 2010. It's the start of a new year for all and the start of a new blog for me. I don't know about you, but I'm kind of nervous. I've wanted to blog for quite awhile now and here I am finally taking the plunge.

Who knows if anything I might have to say will be of interest to anyone else.

But I'm starting this journey not really knowing where my destination lies. We'll just have to take it as it comes and see where it leads.

I hope you'll join me.