"Mandela" as in Nelson

So I am cruising through my kitchen two days ago, make note my kitchen is about 8 x 10 feet that is...when I spotted a black hairy spider also cruising my kitchen and not as in Tom... I don't care for the hairy black spiders, especially the ones that jump and maybe bite also...not as in Twilight, rather as in itch like a witch with a b. So plan A is the glass on top of the spider.  For two days I left that glass on top of that spider.  Have you any idea how many times I had to walk past that poor imprisoned spider every day.  But I would rationalize it by knowing I'd rather it be imprisoned than in my bed.  Yet guilt plagued me.  Seriously....ever since I read the story about the man that buried the owl that had been run over by a vehicle..the man stopped and buried the owl. Years later that same man was saved from a deadly motor vehicle accident in that very spot he buried the owl.  I know S H U T U P!  Well I cant help it...I am a green spiritual person.  Ever heard of that one?  It's a person that believes in doing things to save the planet as well as believing we are all one connected.  Including the black hairy spider I named Mandela.. Obviously because I imprisoned him/her for what must have seemed an eternity to such a little one.  He would circle the glass over and over trying to find a way out.  Finally something gave me the courage to take a piece of paper and slip it under the glass and Mandela. Whalla oh' my God it worked...  (When I was a kid I couldn't every  hold a jar with bugs in it and here I am carrying it away) I took it outside my apt. to the front entrance through TWO doors, (should have seen me open doors with my elbows) and outside to FREEDOM!  I let Mandela go and he scurried like it was life or death. Duh it was! He/She didn't just scurry, it was run like hell and what just happened to me. No he didn't turn around and thank me in any way...just ran like the fire of hell was behind him/her.  I could only wonder how he sustained life with so little oxygen for two days under glass.  And with a monster cat circling his glass enclosure as well. Jeez Louise! You might think me crazy, but I am not.  We are all connected and there was no reason for Mandela to die.  He didn't hurt me, he just happened to walk across my kitchen floor. Dummie.And for once I listened to POSITIVE GUILT!  By the way, that isn't Mandela under the glass in the photo. I had already freed Mandela and then realized I needed to take a picture for my blog, so I used a Pistachio nut. Sorry but you get it.  Right?

My HTC Pro 2 is Possessed

I know I always blame it on something being possessed.  I mean it. It's true.  Yesterday my new HTC Touch Pro 2 arrived in the mail from Data Tech Services. It is a replacement for the one I had that is also possessed. It calls people, it scans itself jumping all over the place, people cant hear me when I call them and so on.  So here came my new phone! I was happiness and drove to U.S. Cellular to have it activated. Then drove to my first clients home, then to my second clients home. I put my new phone in the side pocket of my case and went inside.  Two hours later walking to my car a neighbor asked if this was my phone?  I just stood there blank. Then I said, "Son of a dirty rotten bag!"  I couldn't believe it. I then saw the tracks next to my car and recall seeing the MAILMAN go around my car.  Mailmen get real upset if you park too close to their business boxes.  But I hadn't.  I then drove to the U.S. Cellular business and had the old possessed phone re-activated. Also found out I will have to pay $50.00 deductible to get another new phone.... Maybe the mailman was possessed. I am sure my next phone won't be possessed.  This will be number 4 replacement. Don't buy an HTC Pro 2!!  Nothing funny in this blog post. I'll work on that for the next one.

The Old and the New...by Diane Ogden

So this is Taos, New Mexico!  And this is son #4 who can't say he was ever a middle child. Well sort of he was.... Two families, three brothers, him being the "baby," until the finale came along, being a girl...the ONLY girl which put him in some sort of unknown category called, "dumped by the only girl after four boys." Sad, yes....A Mom's hindsight...Oh yes! But look what came out of all that neglect and middle child syndrome and lack of a father figure syndrome and so on...  This twenty seven year old man has got it all....
He buys all his clothes at Goodwill because he wants to. Check out his tan patent leather shoes for God sakes. I am hooting by myself in my computer room.  He meditates, scrutinates (is that a word) everything he eats, thinks, and drinks. He loves the world and everything in it, he excepts no negativity into his earthy space, and he is genuine.  I find this picture of him amazing in that it represents his "old ways."  He reminds me of a James Dean of his time.  He has done commercials, TV extras, TV Reality Show in Beijing China, he travels the country and world giving back to it, the world that is. That all being said leaving out much...the old truck he is leaning on represents his love for the mundane, the un-corporate America, the real. Some people say he should "work" harder at a "real" job. But I say he does and he is. Honoring his path might be an honorable thing to do. I do. One of these days "Alice," this young man will out-do the "B-Pitt man."  I speak the truth....

The Happy Smiley Face by Diane Ogden

Truly I totally need to go shopping.  I have several work outfits that I love, but one day my old washer malfunctioned whereas the bleach dispenser dispensed during the next load.  That load being "not white."  So all my cutsie little work outfits now have holes where there used to be fabric. Colored fabric no less.  I stop at my bank with flesh showing thru the fabic of my cutsie little not so cutsie work outfits.  I don't work in an office, but still....come on?  I did go shopping and it was pure and simple robbery.  I am going to get the RosettaStone learn to speak Chinese...just in case they take over....and I need to shop directly from them.  Right now I pay Sam Walton's kids who ruined Wal Mart anyway, so why would I want to reward them?  I don't.  Soooo, the last time I was at the grocery store, I picked up a packet of iron on patches.  Beige, blue, melon, white, and I forget the other color.  No more flesh peeking thru at the bank tellers. But the patch was so darn obvious I decided to use my grand sense of humor, went for the markers and whalla....The Happy Smiley Face. I am now back in good graces with the kid tellers where I bank. They think I should be on the radio with my one liners anyway... Maybe I'll wear my Smiley shirt if I get to go there.  Maybe not.

What is Happiness? Babbette is!

Happiness is Babbette and Chris!(My son and his special friend) Except the part of too much raw food and psyllium husks! We won't go there. Babbette is fairy bells and hugs and giggles and guitars.... meditating and miracles, facepainting and feathers, love of animals and humans, and most of all quiet when necessary. Her and Chris listen... never a judgmental word toward anyone. I didn't know I was surrounded by unhappiness until they came and stayed at my home for several days....  Their happiness has been earned by following simple "happiness rules." Not that they read the Secret, or the Bible, or Charles Dwyer (is that the right name?)Those books are wonderful and help many... But those two human people read the Universe and all that surrounds them. They listen to the animals and are one with the planet. They harbor no anger or other such negatives.  They aren't perfect, but darn close.  So when they left yesterday their happiness seemed to stay for the rest of the day.  Then this morning it was gone and I felt a deep emptiness without "them." Or was it without their happiness.  I couldn't stop singing "I Got a Brand New Pair of Roller Skates," you got a brand new key... Babbette plays her guitar and sings that with such sweetness although I do wish it would leave my head now.  It's starting to border on OCD or some disorder like roller skating tics.  I don't know the rest of the song so one can imagine the annoyance of one line over and over even in the middle of the night.  Suppose its a message telling me to "get happiness."  Ok, sure...I'll go hug a tree and eat some raw food and talk to my dog some more.  Not!  Suspect it goes a tad deeper than that. It's just so quiet here without the fairy bells around her neck and Chris's gentleness. Her giggle is only a memory.  Yet I am ever thankful I got to meet and know her thru Chris.  She will forever be a happy thought. Maybe there really are fairies...  I know there are Angels so why not fairies? You just jingle the fairy bells and they make a way for you just like the Angels..  I wonder if there are Angel bells?  My mentor says the Angels respond to praying in spirit language.  Fairy bells or Spirit language. I'll do both...it's always nice to connect the tangible to the spirit....with "tiny bells?"

I Found a Snow Fairy!

I was searching the web for fairy bells...no not fairy balls! O' dear...look what I found.
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Millet Mouth!

You know how all the movie stars get to do the "Got Milk" ads?   Well I have my own "Got Millet." Yes my son is a raw food person. He eats nothing that has more than two ingrediants.  I have not been feeling up to snuff...up to snuff, isn't that an interesting phrase?  Must mean I don't feel well enough to pack a wad of snuff under my lip. Ya think? Who is well enough to pull that one off?  Back to Got Millet.  Chris brings me a bowl of Millet, ala cart, with a spoon.  I said, "Where's the soy milk or hemp milk and fake sugar.  Millet is like puffed rice cereal.  So there I sat eating dry millet with a spoon.  Turns out it wasn't that bad..in fact it was pretty good.... they were sort of like tiny packing peanuts that fell on my shirt and stuck to me wherever they landed. Millet Mama is my new nick name...

Feeding Finnie and Red

So I have never fed a bird in my life.  Guess its time.  I always had cats for pets so feeding birds was not an option. In fact I have a cat at present who may not go out on the summer porch any more...  sorry Charlie, birdies are not for you!  Today Babbette and my son Chris went and purchased a bag of birdseed.  I found a little container that used to house Benefit Doggie food all naturaaal.  Finnie flew away when we opened the door .....but she came back.  We watched for a while and then WHALLA...she ventured over to the little green dish and ate festively.  Hope they don't get a tummy ache from overeating.

Finnie and Red

Finnie and Red arrived about a week and a half ago.  They peered at me from my Macy's on a budget front porch thru a glass window.  They sat on the rail and just peered at me turning their little heads side to side considering their eyes are on the sides of their heads. Then they jumped over to the Sheffalera I saved from a University of Wisconsin dumpster two or three years back.  Then up to the new impatient pot ahead of the ugly apt. porch lite.  As you know from past blogs I have had it with birds after living here for 6 plus years. Barn swallows at least.  But these little characters were different. They weren't head diving me, squacking at me, skimming my little dogs head to the place she was frightened to poddie outside which can be a very bad thing.  I kept seeing the little birdies, finches actually coming and going but could not figure out what they were up to.  I would let my cat out on the porch and all the other birds would go nuts but not Finnie and Red. When I figured out they had nested in the Pink Impatient plant I was like oohh nooo.  How will I water it?  And if I don't water it their shelter and camoflauge will be GONE! And the babies will die and so on.  Then my son from Los Angeles arrives to surprise me. SURPRISE. He and his friend Babette. Yes Babette.  And is she a sweatheart.  She tells me the birds are here to offer me a message.  I think, "ya right."  But then she gives me an Indian Spiritual book on how the animals speak to us. Babette also believes the finches came to make peace between myself and the Swallows. humm. I suppose it's true. I looked up the finch and discovered these are Purple Finches.  Even tho not purple. So the book said, "Anytime a finch arrives life is going to become more active.." And whoa I got two finches. Now I have the look up the origin of the Purple Finch that migrates to Wisconsin. For instance the Dutch Pennsylvania Finch is a bird that brings happiness. And that is what these little precious birds are.  Back to the swallows....

The Swallow represents objectivity. By keeping your objectivity you will be able to easily protect your home and add greater warmth to your life and the lives of those you touch. Very interesting day I would say...We are watering the edge of the Pink Impatient so as not to dampen the eggs of the MaMa Finnie. The kids are bringing back some Finnie Food later today.  Then maybe Red can hang around the "pot" a little more often instead of out hunting down seeds for his Finnie girl. I have never experienced little birds no afraid of me.  I don't have a fancy camera so you can see how close she let me get to take her 8 x 10 glossy! "Mr. DeMill I'm ready for my headshot!"  Can you see Finnie's little head looking at me from the center of the pot plant? Look again....

"The Streaker"

Isn't that the name of a train somewhere in our country? I think that is what an Ambulance should be named. People would move out of the way faster, be more appreciative and feel safer don't you agree? I "got to" ride the Streaker yesterday morning to the hospital. Fun huh? Scary too! I got to thinking and we all know that can end up on bloggerville, and it is. Where did the word AMBULANCE come from? When I hear it I automatically think of the word sick, fear, death, ambien, and lancing boils eeeww. Wouldn't STREAKER be better. Of course it would remind everyone of someone naked and running.  Beats lancing boils and death and all that. I was always told to imagine people naked if they made me nervous or if I were speaking in front of a crowd. See it makes you laugh vs fear.  So I looked up the word and found a very dull answer for such an important vehicle. Its from the french words hospital ambulant which means mobile hospital (most likely horse drawn) and ambulant is from the latin word ambulant which means to walk. WALK? Mobile Hospital is understandable, but walk?? See what I mean? It should be a STREAKING MOBILE HOSPITAL. "The Streaker." Silver and Red with Red White and Blue lites. One more thing.... air ride shock system would be great.  I was dizzy and whaoo mama that ride was like the Streaker at the fair.  Well felt that way anyway. Truth be said, I am thankful for the Ambulant and the fellows inside it.  Could have been a real horse and buggy so no complaints from me. Just some ramblings. Probably side effects from the antibiotic. Don't you prefer The Streaker?"

Are You Smarter Than a Veterinarian? by Diane Ogden

If you read the previous blog post you would know I needed to take one of my two pets to the vet considering we are having a drama casting happening aorund here. Along with the standard animal heirarchy  between a dog and a cat. One being out of her weight catagory by 2 lbs. Not fair huh?  That 's only in wresting and cage fighting. But then this is getting to that point so down to the storage bin I go, get the cat carrier, line it with a nice clean shower towel mat.....trick the cat and stuff her inside the tiny blue prison. I dont like blue...I need a new prison scary carrier for her. She begins the howling process of which I thought I was prepared. Not. We get a block away and I realize my "singing" to her is not really working so I stopped. She didn't.  I started again....she seemed to like it some. What did work was my putting as many fingers from my right driving hand between the prison rails so she could touch me.  There, it worked...so I drove with one arm eleven miles to the Vet.  We discussed her issues.  Ears, butt, hairballs, and of course the young greedy Vet had to find teeth issues.  You see hairballs and ear issues aren't bank breakers. Teeth on the other hand are! So they did an ear swap, tested it.. came to get her to clean her ears out.  Came back fairly soon telling me they decided to stop because she was turning blue.  Really.  They suggested I come back and have her put under ANESTHESIA $$$$$$$$$$$, have her teeth cleaned and ears.  I am still back on BLUE..how do you know a cat is turning blue...  I guess by their gums..I didn't ask.  They did mention she was salivating before turning blue. I understood and this time did not have to shove her into the little blue riding prison thingy, she dove in.  I knew that meant, Mom get me outta here.  I told her this was not a good thing.  At the front desk they tried to sell me some fish oil vitamins for her to help her ears in case its a allergy to food. Yet I am leaving with the same problem I came with. The front desk girl told me I owed $75.00.  I paid it. I left. On the way home I got pissed. What did I pay for?  Their time?  What about my time? I went there for services I didn't receive. Get real! They are closed and that is good as I need to think before I speak ......to them regarding this banking error they have made using my bank while doing so. By the way, I told the young veterinarian that the other vet was able to handle Lucy Cat... she didn't say anything. That is the key you know...  Silence puts the other person on the defense.  I wonder if they went to sales training school. I think so.  My Veterinarian, My Doctor, My Dentist,they all have a banking plan to get me to go thru the gammit of tests draining the account little by little until finally a result of whatever sort.  Of course I 'm right. It's called legal robbery. I will be calling them back tomorrow and looking for a new Veterinarian.  This isn't their first boo boo.

photo from: terriorman.blogspot.com

"Humping" Lucy

I have a 6 pound dog named Grace and a 9 pound cat named Lucy.  Suddenly one day after being outside on a poddie run, we entered the house and Grace proceded to chase Lucy down and "hump" her vigorously, even breathing hard while at it.  I truly had never seen such a site.  My daughters friends laughed far too hard and had grandeur ideas of putting this cat dog "humping session" on YouTube.  Of course I renounced such an idea.  The "humping" has gone on for about two years now.  Lucy could run faster or jump higher but she choses not to.  Well on occasion she decides she is not in the mood.  Is there such a thing as a "gay" dog and cat deal?  Sshheessh. I conquered with our Veterinarian who reasoned this to be a heirarchy issue...Grace wanting to be dominant. Ya think?  Well a few days ago I observed a 180 on Lucy's part.  She suddenly wants no humping from Grace.  In fact she is swiping at her and hurting her. Menopause? And now Grace is having some asthma issues over all this relationship "stuff." Could be fear! I would say I seriously need a doggie/kitty psychiatrist for sure.  What am I to do?  The household dynamics has become quite dramatic.  Maybe Lucy needs to see the vet? She isn't herself.  : (  On the positive "end," My Lucy has her very own private Hello Kitty Vibrator!

The Adulterous Husband (I found this going thru old papers) 1998

This is from 1998..eeww  Emotions 101
The Adulterous Husband: ( Obviously I had one and obviously I wrote what Sandra Bullock probably wrote on her journey back to an honest life!) I'm b- a- a- c- c- k- k! Hello its 2010, just happened to find some old writings/journals from twelve years ago.  Decided to share one or two...oh Lord there's more.

                The Adulterous Husband
There are millions of miles somewhere, but not here.
I clean it and reclean it, like many victims do...
I'm surrounded by tiny people, I yearn for the mature.
My toenails are red and gams clean shaven..for what?
I look forward to sleep, but cannot.
Will the world's fate find me in a corner?
Just to take me to another?
Oh Father, don't let me die of his confinement.
At the hands of a demon, a devil, a thief....
Or, did I invite the tragedy?
No!
A theif, a destroyer, a murderer used me...
I never knew.
Did the trash come in even though I cleaned and cleaned?
How can the winds blow when there is no storm?
I didn't see one.
Maybe ingnorance alone is to blame.
It's said we can only blame ourselves....
Do you suppose?
I missed the warnings...the Angels voices...
Who can you trust? Not a heathen.
Little hearts, big hurts, others to busy to see.
Statistics, whores, adulterer's...many
The woman at the well, Ester, The Queen..
I am sure there will be an outcome for he.
Maybe he will hang himself and not me.
Turning back I will never do, if it's not too late.
No one should bear this kind of pain,
No one should feel this kind of hate.
The little hearts mean more each day...
Angels guard me not be taken by stress.
For the likes of a fool and his flounderous test.
I'll serve myself and mine from this day on...
You spared me once more from a serious con.