My Friend Buster.... by Diane Ogden

Buster has been in my household since 1994ish.  I have tried to help him move on with no luck.  Buster is a guard, a friend, an accent piece, a reminder of wonderful days gone by, a space taker!  Buster was a gift to my son Christopher one Christmas. He kept Buster in his room along with mega lego's and wrestling mania, and Bruce Lee, and like I said, memories....   Since 1994 that son graduated, played with his fancy Honda car, did some acting in Los Angeles, did much teaching of karate in Thailand, as well as other places.  All the while Buster waited patiently .....  One day Christopher brought a special lady home named Babbs...  They were traveling the world, well mostly California to New Mexico to Wisconsin and much more in between. They would stop and set up a lil tent and paint faces for children....they would find sage and wrap and sell it. All the while Buster sat waiting.  Chris did a music video or two for public exposure and advertising.  One for UPS or something like that and one for some music group that was awesome.  So I tried to get them to take Buster back to L.A. with them.  So they put him up on top their car, strapped him down like in the movie VACATION where they strapped Auntie to the top of the car after she died and off they went....  I have a photo of this and cant find it. Darn.
Back to my point.  Buster is still here.  The kids thought he might be too heavy and take up too much gas.
Soooo he is still my friend, my protector, my accent piece, my memories, my space taker!  Most of all he reminds me of my boy who I miss so much.  The one traveling the world with his lady.  Good for them.  I can take care of Buster a lil longer.  Heck its been 12 years already, whats a few more!  Plus Buster has LuluBelle kitty and LucyLou Kitty and Gracie Allen dog to keep him company.....  I love putting him by the porch door with the window to scare the people coming home late that have had a few toddies.....  oh God I hope I haven't overstepped my boundaries with this blog which only a few will understand should they read.   I liked the old girlfriend  better.  She was more fun and easy going...  not as rich though.  What do I care?  I have fun lovin Buster who would have been sooo happy to cross county on top of the Subaru wagon while painting faces and spreading love!  Not boundaries and hate.  Now that is a Steven Tyler punch in the fat belly!  And only a handfull will understand that.  Oh my where did I get the courage to  say such?  So until next time or I find something worth writing or funny, be well, be happy, be safe, and be rich so you don't need to be so careful what you say.....  or feel.  Just maybe the boy will come home someday to see Buster.

The Lil Visitor..... by Diane Ogden

Finally something funny!! well sort of.  I have a porch and I purchased a baby net and installed it all around so my two cats couldn't get out into the world yet feel they were.  And it has worked for the most part for years.  Well there was the mouse, oh and the bat, and the chipmonk....... I get overconfident regarding my baby net.  My mind refuses to think about critters in my living area.  My mind shouldn't be so quick to refuse reality.  It has always done that and gotten me into a lot of troubles.  But on the other side of that brain I think too much reality.  Obviously I need balance.  Okay back to point.  I have been feeding a Mother Bunny out front of our complex since the 2012 drought has been so bad.  Those carrots are doing something because she is on little number three in a very short period of time.  And I fed them far away from my porch just in case!!

A few nights ago I was cleaning the kitchen and I heard a scream in the l.r.  The reality side of my brain KNEW exactly what that sound was.  For some reason I grabbed the rug in front of the sink (to protect myself from the critter??) Then I heard my little 6 lb. dog growling which she NEVER does, and the second cat attacking the feral that brought the lil bunny present in to me!  Then I noticed the bunny was ALIVE and trying to find a place of safety.  Me, I cant touch critters. Don't know why, just cant.  Cant hold baby ducks, chics, jars with bugs.  No clue just cant.  Sooo that being said I left the cozy apartment hoping I would not come back to a blood bathed dead bunny.  I went to the lobby and buzzed a fello on 3rd floor and asked for help.  He grumbled but said yes.  Then I walked to the neighbors and asked the that lady to help also.  (She helped when the bat got brought in last month)

And away we all walked together back to the scene of the crime.  After much laughing and bunny escapes the man got him and put him in a shoe box and took him back outside under the tree he was born at!  I left a lot out by the way.  Don't ask.  But the bunny lived and no one cared where my feral cat went.  I was on my own.  I found her outside in the bushes... she listened and she showed me exactly where her little escape hatch hole was.  I fixed it but I doubt she will see the light of day from this home ever again. I will not allow my other brain to refuse reality.  Although I love living that way.  You know thinking there are fairies and that I might meet my twin sister from a past life, Steven Tyler someday.  I might you know.  So until the next critter or life action takes place in my life be well, be happy, be safe, and get rich so you can buy a house with a screened in porch for your feral.

Love those bunnies and so glad it survived such an ordeal.....so glad I did too!

Tid Bits .......That Mean Nothing!

This is the SUV I wanted and did not get!  Honda CRV

This is my porch and my dog veg-ing on it!  Thanks for the cool weather Mr. Universe

This is my new bedding set I did get.....

This is the day after I got my hair done.  I know its getting long but so what?  I like it

This is Italy, I haven't been there.

Comfort Zone.....by Diane Ogden

Lucy Lou ( my cat friend) had to go to the veterinarian today.   This is her third veterinarian because she is/was a feral several years ago until I found her having a near death experience which didn't seem to make like any easier for her or me for that matter.  Those other vets scared her so bad her gums turned blue and they thought she was going to die!  Seriously, and they refused to care for her anymore.  Anyway....  there we were at the new vet sitting in a little 6x6 foot exam room that started feeling like a prison after 56 minutes of waiting.  Ya think?  I had sprayed the towel in her carrier with comfort zone to relax her.  The vet tech said they put the comfort zone plug in's in each cat exam room.  I think that means she was getting a double dose and so was I.  I was wondering why LucyLou was as calm as a hippie on weed.  And after 56 minutes I was feeling something!  Not sure what, but something!  It didn't feel the best and I mean to google it.  You know "What are the effects on humans after 56 minutes in cell from Comfort Zone for cats!"  I didn't get hungry or start laughing until I cried and hurt all over.  (LOL yes I remember) But I did get fuzzy in the head like from a trailer full of formaldehyde.  That stuff is bad.  That's why I plan on cremation hello.  Let's don't talk about death considering the cat just cost me two new tires, or one jar of face cream.  Okay so that was a stretch.  So until I find something else funny or interesting, be well, be happy, be safe, and by darn get rich so you can afford the plug in's to go along with the spray so the cat is mellow enough to put drops in her ears every day for weeks.  Ya think that's gonna happen?  Me either.  Vet says drive her over every day for $6 and we'll do it for WEEKS! omg

(p.s. the antibiotic shot costs $59.00)  Is that normal?  In America it seems to be anymore. 

P.P.S.she is still out of it hours later. Good stuff huh?

You Wont Believe this!.......by Diane Ogden

One of my facebook friends saw this today and sent it to me!  See comment below.  Made my day!

"We were following this today.  I took this as he was turning the corner.  It's hanging a little low in the rear.  I must have made the guy nervous
taking pictures because he did a u-turn and went the other way.  Too bad it wasn't pink or I would have bought it for you."

When my son saw the previous blog with the pink car and pink itty bitty dealie just like in this photo only pink......he said, "Would you really sleep in that Mom?"   I said, "Nope, but I would use it in my business as a gimmick to get more business!"

I love it!   So be well, be happy, be safe, and get rick so you can buy one heck of an RV to travel and or live in! You know the kind with a "terlit" and a shower and TV and all sort of good things.

Life is Physics from Beginning to End... by Diane Ogden

From:Sapphire's Moonbeams

Everything is energy and that's all there is to it. Match the frequency of the reality you want and you cannot help but get that reality. It can be no other way. This is not philosophy. This is physics. ~Albert Einstein~

 

Just know there is more and make yourself happy, keep yourself safe and be well.  

Major Surgery? Really?........by Diane Ogden

Went to the doctor today that I have seen for the past 34 years and who delivered most of my children. 

I went because I had some female issues.  Female because males bladders and baby carrier uterus's cant fall out their penis's due to over-working and over-lifting due to male husbands and partners who I must have been unconscious when I chose them because they were notsogood so I asked them to go away which meant I had to over work and over lift which made my female parts want to fall out.  I think that was what you call a run on sentence.  Whatever, you got the point and I got the message from the doctor of 34 years that I need a hysterectomy so he can tie up my bladder and then tie up the rear end also.  He said if he only fixed the one thing, the other thing will fall out. I said why do you have to remove the uterus?  He said because it is falling out also!  Ducky!  Best news all year.  And....that means two days in the hospital and 6-8 weeks off work.  What will I eat?  Who will pay?  And what about my dog?  My little dog who wont eat until I get  home at night because she is a 6 lb. rescue and has asthma attacks if she gets scared.  Not to mention there is no one to go with me.  Don't want mummie D and one never knows if daughter is speaking to me that month or not.  Son #2 is touring the world and we don't hear much from he and his girlfriend.  Son # 3 could help but is starting a new business in Los Angeles. Not a good time to leave.  Son #4 has a large family, job, etc...not much time for something like this added to his bill, and Son #5 lives far away.  OMG is this where the Van comes with all the nursing home folks in wheelchairs, to pic me up and take me home after surgery? Oh and by the way one of the X's is from Texas and one drives one of those Vans!  My luck he would be the driver.   Back to the important points? And whose going to take the dog out to pee and whose going to pic up the poop?  Not to mention I hope I can do that deed myself after all that sewing my parts back up. God I hope I can at least have a todie before and after all this mess.  I am going to smell like chemicals for days.  Doc says its an hour and a half surgery.  Holy Anesthesia I hope.  And this is all because of men.  LOL.   Of course I take responsibility for choosing poorly.  It's still their fault, all three and half of them.