Crazy Night

There were some awesome icicles hanging from my back porch and my big wooden bird feeder as I left for work last night. My intentions were to take a picture of them when I got home this morning. Overnight, though, it went from 32 degrees when I left, to 38 by the time I got home. Needless to say, they weren't there when I got home. I need to get a digital camera that attaches to me somehow.

Work was dead last night. Not only where I was, but all of Tarrant County as well. My police computer was as dead as my telephones and my radios. Just a couple of calls from the crazy lady that calls me almost every night. She's got a list of complaints that she will always call about. Never anything new. Each night we have a choice of the following: The cars are speeding down her street. There are dogs running around loose (she lives right by our animal shelter). Her husband's wallet or keys got stolen. Someone will also often steal her personal items, like her eye liner or her green sweat pants. I wish I was making at least one of those things up. One thing I can say about her... when she calls to complain about something, she is always very polite. I did get her riled up one night and she called back and gave me a "go to hell" and hung up on me. On occasion, I'm thinking it runs with her menstrual cycle, she will call and say, "You're not doing your job", and then she will hang up. Sometimes she will time those calls just as I prop my feet up in the extra chair and get relaxed for the movie of the night. It's like she knoooows.

Weather Watcher

It got up to 84 degrees day before yesterday. I had to sleep with my air conditioner on. In January. Shameful. Now I am sitting here and it is 31 outside with freezing rain. Ah, finicky Texas weather... how you like to show off! Since I've never lived anywhere but this area, I don't know if it does this sort of thing in other states. Here... it does it all the freaking time. Our native plants have to be given anti-depressants because they are so confused... it's the only way we have any vegetation here. If you were to take a native Texas plant to a state with a stable environment, it would take over your yard, your neighborhood, your city...

I watched the sweetest documentary last night at work. (Yes... I DO have the best job ever!) It's called, 'The Wild Parrots Of Telegraph Hill'. It's about this homeless guy who befriends these wild parrots in the San Francisco area. The city I work for has wild parrots. I think they call them Quaker Parrots. They have thrived in the city for at least as long as I've been there, and I started in 1990. They build these HUGE nests around the electrical poles that hold transformers. They won't build on the support poles for some reason. They are allowed their freedom and the only time we intervene is when one gets hurt. I've taken several calls on injured parrots. Most of our citizens are very protective of them.

Nothing of interest has really been happening, aside from the crazy weather. Cricket caught her bum on fire on my birthday. Luckily, I saw that it was about to happen and I got there in time to smack it out quickly. You can't even tell it happened I was so quick. But there was definite flamage in hind quarters. I scared the crap out of Cricket by attacking her the way I did. When I pet her after I knew she was no longer on fire, I saw her flinch. That killed me. I don't hit my cats. I don't play rough with them either. I've been asked how come my cats are so calm and friendly and the answer is simple. I treat them with calm kindness, I love them, I let them play as hard or as gentle as they want. I don't throw them, I don't wrestle hard with them, I don't encourage their use of biting or nails. If my cat jumps up in my lap, yet under navigates the jump where they fall off, my cats will most often never use their nails to keep from falling off. They will act, most often, like they are raised. So... yeah. Cricket got her bum swatted... but only to put out the fire. The candle has since been moved.

I Should Have Thought Of This!

I predict this website gets very popular this year. Thanks K!

Kitty Toupee

Freedom!

No regrets. Just wish I was brave enough to cut off more.

2009 Day Two

Why is it that when my housework is overflowing I can find a million things I want to do besides the housework and never get bored, yet when my housework is completely caught up, I can't find anything I want to do and I'm bored to tears?

I keep wanting to cut off all of my hair... myself. (When I say cut off all my hair, what I really mean is about 6 inches. My hair is really long and I have about 20 to work with) I thought about going and getting it cut, but the idea of spending the money is keeping me from going. I spent some time yesterday evening watching YouTube videos about different ways to cut hair. Plus... I've done it before. It wasn't done well and it was done in anger, but I've done it. I don't know if I will be brave enough to do it again... but I sure will let you know the outcome if I am.

Today and tomorrow are suppose to be beautiful days, although Saturday it's suppose to get up to 80 degrees. January through March are the most frequent days we get snow here, if it's going to snow at all. With 80 degree Saturdays, we aren't even close, although it is not uncommon for it to be 80 degrees one day and 30 the next. This year seems to be bringing a lot of those kinds of days. Today would be the perfect day to finally clean out my Winter gardens for the coming Spring. I might do that after cutting off all my hair.