Saturday, December 27, 2014

What Do You Do.....

.... when the person you love with all your heart and soul is no longer the person you fell in love with?

.... when it isn't their fault they aren't the person you fell in love with anymore.

.... when you can't see yourself with them?

.... when you can't imagine drawing another breath without them?

WHAT DO YOU DO?

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Monday, December 22, 2014

Rudolph?


Uh.... either Rudolph fell in a vat of toxic sludge, or this is his hippie tree hugging cousin, Hemp. 

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Ow.


Madison bit the heck out of my arm yesterday. I was taking her to the litter box and she got spooked. When Maddie gets spooked, she digs in with all 4 paws full of claws. The more I tried to put her down, the more pissed off she got. Finally,  I had to make a decision. Either try to put her down nicely and risk losing an eye (a very real concern!), or continue to hold her and get her to the litter box and get bit on the arm. I chose arm damage over being blinded.

The photo doesn't do it justice. That was after I washed it with soap and water, doused it in peroxide, and sprayed it down with Bactine. When I finally separated Madison from my arm I was bleeding EVERYWHERE! It was running down my hand, dripping all over. I looked like I went 10 rounds with a zombie and lost!  It's pretty painful, but I'm thinking it won't get infected since I took so many precautions, plus I'm changing the bandages every day and redoing the cleaning process each time. Still gonna watch it though. I don't wanna lose my arm!

As for Madison and myself, we made our apologies to each other. Meh.... sometimes I get spooked too. I don't bite though.

Monday, December 15, 2014

I Think I Have This Backwards...

Today was interesting. 

I was working at the large estate today. I bundled up, fired up the Ragin' Salmon,, and was off. As I was driving, I noticed fog. Fog that got thicker and thicker the farther I went. No problem. I had on a reflective safety vest and my helmet. I'm a safe driver. I keep puttering along. The fog keeps getting thicker. Suddenly, the visibility goes from 50ft to 10 feet in the blink of an eye! What the holy heck?? And to make matters worse, the fog is so heavy and wet it condenses on my glasses and I literally CAN'T see!!! I had to stop two times just so I could wipe the water off! I drove 15mph so I could safely get to my work. Talk about a white knuckle ride!! It totally freaked me out!

After work, I'm riding back home when I had to stop for a traffic light. I was first in line by the light, and when it turned green I hit the gas and then...

HOLY SHIT! A CAR IS RUNNING THE RED LIGHT!!

Yup. Some idiotic woman wasn't watching and blew through the light so she could turn left. Didn't even look up at the stop light. I was inches from being a hood ornament on a Buick. Did I flinch?

No. 

I laid on the horn, called the driver every name I could think of, and braked hard. I was so angry. If I could have caught up with her I would have busted out the window with my helmet, grabbed that moron around the throat, dragged her out of said broken window and beat the holy living hell out of her! 

So this is the  thing: "Fog=Death", but "Being Run Over=Blind Furious Rage".

I think I have that a little backwards!