I'm still standing

Here I am! Its almost my second favorite holiday. I love Thanksgiving! I get to make the turkey and taters and stuffing and gravy and also the deviled eggs. Others bring the other stuff. Sweet rolls, bread rolls, pickles and olives, pies, and whatever else they want to bring. We always have way too much food, but it's great anyway. It's a lot of giddy-up for not much. After we eat we don't really do anything else. I would love to play games or go to a movie, or even as a last resort go for a walk. But we just sit and chat and than those who have to go...go. Kinda sad in a way, but if it lasted all day I would probably have to kick people out. I don't do black Friday. I have once and it was enough. It seems like a large waste of time, but some people just love it. I enjoy being out of work and getting to sleep in a little. The only problem with Thanksgiving is that I live in a house of leftover refusers. I know they should just eat it anyway, but my tolerance for whine is very low so I don't force it. Have a great Thanksgiving to anyone who may be reading this. And the next is my favorite holiday....Christmas!!!!!!

Is it time for a change?

I am on the brink of possibly putting this poor old blog out of it's misery.

Whats new in the Zoo!

I noticed that I haven't posted anything new since November.
So this is whats new in the zoo...
The little kitten is a boy named Felix-baby.
he gets "altered" next Thursday, and if he keeps it up he will also get his claws removed.
Pete has built a loft in our high living room. Will post pictures as soon as I get them off my camera. It looks very nice and adds about 200 sq ft. More new to come, but have to go for now.

Thanksgiving Blessing

A story to dramatize a true event.

Little one was cold and afraid. Standing in the middle of a big flat spot little one suddenly saw a man. The man told little one to get off of the big flat spot and come into the ditch with him. The man comforted the little one and told her that pretty soon she would be warm and get something to eat.
Soon a big thing went by really fast on the big flat thing and the man told her that was a car and the flat thing was a road and that they were both very, very dangerous. He kept her warm and calm until they both heard a loud rumble coming down the road. This was it, the man told little one, go now into the middle of the road and wait a nice lady will take you to a home that's nice and warm . Little one was afraid because the man told her it was dangerous to go into the road, but he said this was it and she had to go. Little one went into the middle of the road. The big truck came down the road, but little one could still see the man in the ditch and his smile made her brave. Little one started running to the truck and it made it stop and a person came out of it and picked her right up. Little one couldn't understand the lady like she did the man, but she knew she was safe and she sang and sang and sang her happiness to the lady.
Little one now has a home and food and a brother and sister ( they don't like her very much yet, but it wont take long she thinks) When little one left with the lady she tried to see the man one more time, but he was gone. Oh well, little one thought, he must have other little ones to help somewhere.

Little one now has a new name "Bling Baby Bradford" proud kitty of Joanna.
Bling is dark grey with light strips on her sides and head. Cute little thing, probably the runt.
P.S. the nice lady gets mean when she thinks that someone just dumped kitty by the woods and fields. Grrrrrr!!!

Greetings fellow Earthlings! And Other Readers.

The Library is finished and the color of choice for the inside seems to be green. Green walls, green carpet, green furniture. It's all in different shades of green, but still green. I can stand it, but if you hated green you would just curl up and die! It's green.
My folks are here for a visit. We are right now at the green library. My mom is using my card to use the computer and my dad was reading a magazine, but now he is lost and I don't know where he went. The girls are on two other computers, I can see their screens from where I sit and spy on them...hee, hee, heee! I'm also spying on my moms screen because she is using MY card and I don't want to get into trouble for something she does. She's just next to me.
Did I ever tell you how loud the library is here? Well, this new one seems to have a hushing effect on people. Must be the green.

A Story ( Not a true one, a made up make believe one)

When I woke up this morning I was in jail. I didn't remember the night before, or the whole day before as far as that goes. The jailer brought me a wonderful breakfast of runny oats, hard toast, and a cup of something warm and brown. My guess was coffee, but it could have been rusty tap water for the blandness of it.
In the holding cell next to mine was a person of undetermined sex, snoring as if their life depended on it. I tried to call out to the guard several times, but all I ever got was a muffled "shut up in there", so I decided to calm down and try to put the pieces together...if I could.
Okay, I was in jail. That much was obvious, but where the jail was I had no idea. I didn't recognize the jailer that brought my breakfast, but that didn't mean much since I didn't know any Police officers or jailers anyway.
The person in the next cell seemed healthy enough, probably sleeping off a binge, but I don't think that could help me any.
As I leaned against the cool brick wall, trying to remember anything from the previous twenty-four hours, I slid back and pinched my backside against something in my back pocket. Pockets! I never thought to check my pockets, but didn't the cops usually empty your pockets whenever you went to jail? Maybe I wasn't in a regular jail, because I had stuff in my pockets.
Back pocket held my wallet...no mystery there, John Hill, 32 years old. No money, no credit cards, and no pictures.
I had a pink, wide tooth comb in my other back pocket...that one was strange, because I had a really short buzz cut. I placed the wallet and the comb on the cot next to me. Standing up, I reached into my front right pocket. A folded drink coaster from a place called the "Breeze", and a toothpick with cellophane crinkle thing at one end. I added them to the others on the cot.
Reaching into my other front pocket...I pulled out a picture that had been ripped in half and taped back together. It was a picture of a beautiful blond...a beautiful blond that I had never met, believe me I would remember this girl.
Looking at the stuff on my cot, the wallets with my I.D., the pink comb, drink coaster, frilly toothpick, and the beautiful girl. What in the world did I do yesterday? Who was this girl in the picture...a pink comb, that comb could belong to the girl? Did I meet this girl at "Breeze"? The toothpick could have been in a club sandwich - one of my favorites-, or maybe an appetizer. I tried arranging the items differently to see if anything would trigger my memory, but nothing did. Lunch came and went, and still I was no closer to solving the events of my recent past. I decided that sooner or later someone would come to talk to me, or bail me out, so I decided to take a nap to pass the time.
Instead of sleeping, my mind started to go over the limited possibilities of what could have happened. Finally, when I was just about to fall asleep I remembered I was supposed to meet my buddy Bob at the "Houston Bar and Grill" last night. Yeah!, I did go and meet him last night. I sat up in the cot...it was starting to come together. My wallet with my I.D., empty, normally full of spending cash and at least one credit card especially when going out on the town like I was last night. I went and met up with Bob at the Houston and ate a Turkey Club with steak fries, that’s right, my treat. That was when Bob started telling me about this new club that was opening up in the next town thirty miles away, the "Breeze" it had some sort of tropical theme, he really wanted to go see what it was like. He promised me an introduction to his cousin, Christie- the blond in the picture. He gave me that photo so I could recognize her just in case he found a girl of his own first. The picture tore in half when he pulled it out of his wallet, and the waitress at the Houston taped it for him. I remembered us driving to the Breeze, and paying the cover charge-again my treat, and finding Christie and her friend, Sally. Bob and Sally started to dance, and Christie and I started to talk.
Dull. That’s all I remember about Bob's cousin. She had to check her make-up about every five minutes and she handed me her comb, her pink comb, while she went to dance with some cowboy. Jail, I remember now. I was finally able to drag Bob away from his new girl and on the drive home the car broke down. A wrecker stopped and wanted to have a credit card as collateral in order to tow the car to a garage. Bob had been drinking quite a bit and when I told him that since I paid for everything else, he needed to give the driver his credit card. I remember a fight, and the cops coming, and than waking up in the jail. My credit card was gone, so I guess I lost the fight.
Okay, I got put in the clink, but what about Bob? And than it hit me...the drunk in the next cell. Just about that time I hear a familiar voice mutter "Man! What happened to me last night" "I'm in jail!!"

Taxi!!

Pete said,"Hey Julie, look at that guy sitting in his taxi."

Down town Denver, CO.