Happy Easter!

Wherever you may be, I hope you are filled with chocolate, happy times, and spiritual fulfillment.

check out the frogfest...

Sluggo squeaks through
Originally uploaded by hatamaran

I take pictures of da frogs everyday I am at work. I snap them with my cameraphone and shoot them off to Flickr. They are the best work buddies ever. This is Sluggo.

something every cat lover can understand...

Fog

THE fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

-Carl Sandburg

I ran across this little gem on someone else's blog the other day (sorry I can't remember who...), and couldn't believe I hadn't read it before. Sometimes it just needs to be as simple as it is.

this one is worth quoting...

"A good marriage is a bit like a pet boa constrictor: either you feed it every day or bad things happen."

Mr. Peepers died...

I am totally bummed out about losing my little frog, Mr. Peepers. I tried everything I knew how to get him healthy again, but alas, he lept into froggy heaven whilst I was away last night.

...the worry people are after me...

JEEZ... I have had a hell of a week and it is only Tuesday...My mother wound up in the ER over the weekend (she is ok now) and all hell broke loose as soon as I walked in on Monday morning... but, so far, I am still alive... and so is everyone else.

The picture is of Guatemalan worry people...tell them your worries, stick them under your pillow and voila! your worries will be taken care of...no wonder they look so disheveled!

the geriatric crew...

Atticus, who is pushing 16 (in front) and Rooney, who is puny little feller, but is hanging in there at 14...

Petey on night vision...uh well at night on a cameraphone...

Petey in absentia...

He was there when I started to take this picture, but alas. he has run off the deck and into the night...

Oh joy...

A change of pace this afternoon...stuck in a CPR class this afternoon...yay, rah...

Poor ole' Rooney...

Poor Rooney isn't feeling well. I have started giving him fluids again and that helps but it might be anothe trip back to the vet...

what, oh what, has happened to my mind?

The only explanation to all this (what you ask?) is that I've lost it.

Blogging.

Suddenly.

Excessively.

Without cause.

And I ain't no rebel.

For some reason, after starting to feel blue around the anniversary of my father's accident, I started making MORE blogs. Because blogs heal wounds...it is the penicillin to my brain cramp. Bring forth the shit, and lots of it, and publish it onto the web...so shall it be, a great gathering of shit, so that you will believe when thou smellest it.

Stinky.

But fun.

Now I have a blog about my FROGS, and my DOGS, my CAUSES, my neglected ART, and my frickin' CAR. I'm letting the cats carry on as usual at Hatamaran for some reason.

I have a disease. DIS-ease. I am not at ease, therefore I must spout like a broken sewer line.

And somehow getting all that shit out makes me feel a little bit better.

Just hold your nose.

Kitchen Khaos...

part two of the kitchen disaster...I love the cabinets so far...

Gherkin has the Monday blues...

herels lookinl at you, frog...

Pooey...

That seems to be my "word of the week." Last week was downright crappy. It was the third anniversary of daddy's accident and it wreaked havoc on my heart and soul all week. It was a week of "trudging through" and I just feel like my mojo has been mo-fo'd.

For the last two weeks nearly every minute I am asleep I am having a nightmare, so I seem to keep putting sleeping off tonight. Unless I've only had a couple of hours or so of sleep, I can do fine the next day.

The last couple of weeks have been prompting me to pull the covers up over my head though. I really dislike the state I'm in, especially with my husband's birthday coming up. It will be a nice one, but I can't put my heart in much of anything right now...maybe it will be better tomorrow...

a nice warm day for whiskerzzzzzzzzzzzz...

Sunny day snoozin'...Atticus purrs as he enjoys the warm sun with Grayson in the background.

poor kitchen...gutted and downright scary

poor little kitchen still awaits its contents...I have gained about 10 pounds eating out...

the dogs have a blog...

the hypnotist...

you are feeling an overwhelming desire to feed me...you are feeling an overwhelming desire to feed me...you are feeling an overwhelming desire to feed me...

decisions decisions...

to scratch or not to scratch...that is the question...