Still Life with Vegetables

I grew all this stuff and tried to get Pepper to pose with it to make a Still Life with Black Cat but the black cat was having none of it and stormed away in a huff. I suffer for my art and expect her too also. Is that asking too much?

Vanity, thy Name is License Plate

Driving south to my home sweet home on the major east coast highway, I spotted this license plate:

I95SUX

Yes, it does when you can only go about 25 mph as we were at that time.

On the trip north I saw this plate:

EVISCR8

Why would you want that on your license plate?

Today I saw this one:

HORCPLAY

What do you think, hard c or soft? The horse decal on the bumper gave that one away.

Also seen today:

QTPIRN

I have no idea.

And a few months ago:

4NIC8ME

Clearly the DMV censor was not paying attention. And the young man driving this car was a terrible driver.

Wait, on the one from QTPIRN: cutie pie RN? A cute nurse?

Here's my personal favorite, seen on the vehicle of a hipster grandpa I know:

Adorable Birthday Boots for Evie

Grandma and Evie

I've been a very negligent blogger lately. I'd like to say I've been busy, but who hasn't?

Here are some adorable photos to make up for my lack of fascinating posts.

I must go now, I'm very very

busy.

Tippy hates her new collar.

To Hell in a Handbasket

I don't mean to be gloomy, but when do things begin to look up? I try to be cheery and optimistic but it's getting tough. You know what would help? Besides millions of jobs? if all the crazy-assed, loud-mouth whack job politicians and professional talkers would just shut the hell up. And you can tell them I said so.

Psst, has that love-struck governor stifled himself yet? And is the king of pop buried yet? And that nice latino lady, is she on the Supreme Court yet?

Seriously, I am broken-hearted over events in Iran. How I wished for a good outcome, and now that seems remote. I am humbled by the courage shown by the protestors, especially the women. We really need to get more involved with political affairs in this country before the politicians mess up even more than they have already. We the people are much too complacent.

What I recommend for those times when you can't bear to turn on the TV: play with kittens!

I hope to get a photo soon of Tippy and Moses who have become best buddies. Enjoy these until it get that precious photo.

All Hail Twitter

I guess Twitter isn't so silly after all. I have been fascinated by the 'revolution" in Iran. I hope there is peaceful resolution to the horrible fraud perpetuated by the controlling regime. I admire the courage of the protesters and wonder if we would be brave enough to do what they are doing. I like to think we would.

Peace to all.

Twitter Foolishness

Hello fans,

My husband works at a newspaper. They require some of the writers to tweet. Well, I thought, if my wacky husband was tweeting, I certainly want to experience that.

So I signed up to follow the tweeting of the R------- T---- D-------.

Nothing happened for a few days, so I asked my tweeter had he tweeted lately, and how does this work since I had signed up to follow his tweets. He said something like "I dunno, it's all a bunch of crap, who cares." That might be a bit more negative than what he said, but I try to make things interesting for my readers.

A few days later I received e-mail saying that the RTD was now following me. Now readers, I don't know much about Twitter, but I don't think a big old newspaper really wants to be following me. I'm pretty sure it's meant to be the other way round.

Still no tweets. Do they come to my e-mail or do I have to go fetch them? If so, that's dumb.

A few days ago I received e-mail saying that Bettina Merkl was now following me. Yikes, I don't want anyone following me, most especially a stranger.

Then today I received e-mail telling me that a young lady I do know and am very fond of is a follower. Jeez, now I feel like I have to tweet. This is getting to be a lot of pressure.

Today I screwed up my courage and clicked on the profile link for Bettina to see who she might be. Doggone it, "Bettina" is selling something, something related to satellite TV. I bet there isn't even anyone named Bettina Merkl. What do you think?

You know, I just wanted to see the funny stuff my husband writes. Maybe I'll skip Twitter and just ask him when he gets home if he wrote anything funny today.

My Day

Did you know that Eleanor Roosevelt wrote a newspaper column called My Day? This posting will not be as good as anything she wrote.

I slept in a little bit. When I got up I slopped the hogs, milked the cows, and filled all the hay bins in the barn. Well, not exactly, but taking care of all these animals feels like I'm living on a farm. Poor me.

I watched the D-Day commemoration broadcast from Normandy on C-Span. It was very moving. All the presidents spoke (UK, Canada, France, USA) Ours talked the longest. He was good, as usual, but went on a bit too long. I wonder if Michelle pointed this out to him.

He told us about one of the D-Day veterans who was in very poor health but made the trip anyway. Last night this veteran visited the cemetery to pay his respects to his fallen comrades. Then he died later in the night. I hope that he went peacefully.

Of course when I think about D-day, I think about my dad who was D+1; he landed the next day. I wonder what he found on the beach. He didn't talk about his experience, as most veterans don't. I bet he saw some horrible things during his tour of Europe. I still have the little wooden clogs he brought home from Holland.

After that we took our big old fat dog for a walk. He seems to be moving better and may have lost a pound or two.

After that I went to the library. The one I used to work in. I miss it quite a bit. It was crowded and noisy and one of the patrons had pretty bad BO, so that helps me remember that I don't miss everything; just a few things.

Then we went to Costco to look at patio furniture. We spent $157 but got no patio furniture. Once you start putting things in your cart at Costco, all is lost. Don't fight it. Sure, why not get a $10 jar of cashews. This is America, live large.

Then I went to the grocery store while my nutty husband went for a run. I'd tell you how much I spent there but I didn't even notice. My purchase did not include patio furniture.

For dinner we ate a pizza we purchased at Costco. It has mozzarella cheese, basil, and tomato. It was tasty but the crust was too thick. It is also the size of a man-hole cover. Come on over, there's plenty left. Maybe Pete will come by and help us finish it.

We took the fat dog for a walk again.

Now we are waiting for the kittens to amuse us with their playful hijinks while we watch a Paul Simon special on PBS, which would be very enjoyable if these pesty people would quite asking us for money.

I have to go now and wake these boring kittens up. I need some action.

Let me know if you know a good place to buy patio furniture.

Good night.