Kleiner Bruders' first x-mas, and ours too!

It has been, and still is, a great Christmas time. Charity has had, and still is having, a wonderful time. Her brother from Houston has come to visit with his wife and children. She has opportunity to visit with him way too seldom. It is their fist Christmas together in years. Christmas is her favorite of holidays and him being here has made it so much better for her. On Christmas day we all took of to a place near San Angelo to visit with her aunts, uncles and cousins. The kids loved it. Her uncles are firemen and gave the children rides on the firetruck. I would have gone also but there are laws as to who get to drive and sound the sirens and alarms. Damn! Still it was loads of fun. The dog even enjoyed it, except for the fire truck's horn. On the way back we stopped at a store called the fudge pump. No really, you can't make a name like that up. They sold...fudge. Great fudge!
Christmas morning was great as well, all the kids shredding paper to get at the gifts, the dog munching up goodies from his stocking, seeing Charity's face with her family in the same room enjoying themselves. Very nice.
Oh yeah, and the snow! Christmas eve it starting pelting down snow here. While this may not be news worthy to some, it is here in Death Valley...just kidding. It does seldom snow in this part of Texas though and even more rare on Christmas. Easter morning, oh sure, but Christmas, very rare. Kleiner Bruder, aka, my dog, LOVES the snow!!!! I wish all could have seen him. He would run around with his nose in the snow, dig at the snow, roll in it, bit it, and take off in circles. All the while with a smile on his doggy face. Hey, he can smile if he wants to! And he was smiling! My God he has a great time in the snow. The snow is melting away today so he is playing in the withering patches as much as possible.
My favorite part? Watching Charity, the kids, and my beloved meat-headed dog enjoy themselves!

time

I am often fascinated with this obsession that humans have with "time". How is it that something so perception-based could rule the lives of an entire planet? "I have to be at work by 9" , "You must be there in 20 minuets.", "Oh, I'm sorry, but you're out of time.", etc. Really? What if my watch is fast or slow? Does that make me wrong? Does it make me right? Seconds, days, years, it honestly doesn't mean very much to me. Oh sure, I play along for the benefit of you Earthlings, but I don't care. I eat when I'm hungry, sleep when I'm tired, and take the dog out when he needs to go. It works great! I get along fine with the knowledge that it is mid day when the sun is at its zenith and night time when it's dark. I acknowledge the passing of the seasons and I get along OK. Age? BAH! Who needs it! Some days I am old, others...well not so old. So why this obsession to make everything fit into nice little blocks of manageable segments? I think it may be man's obsession to rule everything. Even things that cannot be "seen", touched, tasted or even truly mastered. Of course we all can see the passage of time, but we cannot see time itself in solid form. My belief, since you ask, is that all forms of thinking life would stay younger longer if they did not obsess over this wholly perceptive thing called "time".
In other goings-on, The Sprite turned 12. What the hell? growing up sucks! Stay young! Mooch off of the parental units as long as possible. Before long she will want civil liberties and equality and a drivers licence! Buddha help us all then!! It is bad enough that Marshall will be on the road in 3 years, now Amy will be driving in 4 !!!!!!!! Holy crap, we should all stay off of the roads then. Get everything done now so you can stay off the streets when they become speeding maniacs!!

that time of year...

It is in fact, that time of year for me. The time of year when I feel the need to be alone, away from everyone. It's not that I dislike most people...oh, wait, yes it is. Um, no, this is different. This time of year I like to isolate from those few that I DO like. Hmmm, maybe it's the weather. I'm not sure. Every time this time of year rolls around I feel the need, the compulsion, to just GO. To get away from everyone. To sit by a fire with just my dog, to be alone. More so than usual. I want nothing more than the natural sounds of the planet around me. Just the animals and me...more than usual. I eat more out of habit than hunger. No, it is not depression, trust me, I know what depression is and this is not it. i actually feel good this time of year. I simply have this longing to be AWAY..once again, more than usual. Honestly, I do dislike 99% of all people that I meet. This includes family as they are human as well. I can, and this is no joke, count on two of my four paws, the people that I like. The others I tolerate and poorly at that. I shall not go into the reasons why now, but they are numerous. I just don't like people. No offense taken if you are human, I hope. Oh, this small number of people does not include children. I tend to like those young ones not yet corrupted by the taint that is humanity. I do not believe that all humans should be put down. No, let them have their planet. I'll go back to mine. I prefer the animals. I understand them as they are like myself. Not sure if it the simple-mindedness of them or the instinctual drive that keeps them going that I relate to, whatever it is, I dig it. Perhaps I should do as people suggest that I should do and hibernate. It would make sense. I do so love this time of year and weather though. Right now the air is heavy, so much so that it is leaking moisture. It is what some humans consider cold. Wet and cold, this I can handle. I spent yesterday in shorts and a t-shirt and will probably do so again today. It's just not cold to me. My blubber keeps me well insulated. Well guys and gals, I sign off for now, no applause please. Take care, hug your children and feed your dog a steak. --That last part the dog told me to say or he was not going to take me outside this morning.

invisible dog poop

We got the tree up today and by we I mean Charity. It looks good and while I don't particularly care for the holidays, she does, so it is important to me now as well. It is a nice tree and while we don't have a lighted deer next to it we do have a dog. However, he does not like to be wrapped in lights, so that's out. By the way, the deer looks awesome by the tree with it looking back and forth. Pooh loves it and that's what counts.
We also wrapped some birthday presents, no not for the baby Christ, but for the Sprite, my tree's daughter. Her birthday is Wednesday, she will be 12, God help us all. To me, she may as well be an alien from another plane of existence. Girls, go figure. The female of the human species tends to be too complex for my fathoming. Give me the males to deal with, simple and stupid.
I retrieved a large dog kennel for my pooch today, it's almost as large as the kitchen table, but he can fit into it comfortably. I had to get one due to his thinking that he needs to go everywhere with me and if not, he is obligated to try and follow...through the windows or walls. No really, through a wall! Plus, last night he bit into one of the Internet cords severing it neatly. Now, on to the subject of invisible poop. You've been waiting for this I just know it! Has your dog, assuming that you have one, farted so awesomely that you just KNEW you had stepped in crap? Or that the furry one had just dropped a bomb right next to you? Mine did just that today as we were stepping off of the porch. Man, I looked everywhere for it, even checking my shoes. Invisible poop, makes you wonder, or does it? It may just be me. Oh, and for the rest of humanity's' knowledge, it is not wise to hold a cold cat inside of your jacket when your dog sprints at you while you are squatted down. Apparently 75+ pounds of slobbering fur doing 30 miles an hour towards you is cause for alarm in most cats. They react. Violently. And very quickly. Claws, moving at blender speed running around the inside of your jacket can be cause for alarm in most humans, I have found. Animals! I just love 'em!

Christmas shopping

Hey there people and other more complex beings! It is the time of year that causes people the most stress...Christmas time! I, usually, am not stressed at all during this time. My secret? I dislike Christmas. Yep, there, I said it. Now, I am not anti-christian or anything, I just dislike the whole holiday whores thing that we have become. The materialistic-minded mass of idiots that seem to plague so many of us during the holiday season, that consumes us, that we become. I have seen normally nice people get into fist fights over crap that we should not, or would not, care about normally. But we do, often, at this time of year. I hate it. I do enjoy the whole childhood 6a.m. ripping the wrapping paper apart to see the new loot part. That part I absolutely love. In my opinion Christmas, the "holiday" should be for the children. I love seeing them light up and come awake at the sight of the presents under the tree. Santa has come!!!! It is a beautiful thing..... Back to the no-stress part, I usually shop very little and care even less about the holiday. Usually. Today I went shopping with my Tree and realized just how short of the funds I was this year. I'm not really complaining, I would just liked to have had more loot to buy the loot with. I saw so many things that I would have liked to get so many people. We will make do though. I even bought my Tree a....HA! Nice try lady!! Thought I was going to spill the beans on what I got you didn't you?? I even got my pooch a little something. I won't say what in case he reads this too. Hey, it could happen....Most of the gifts were bought for the kiddos so all of you adult-types will have to wait until after X-mas. So sorry. However, if you would like to get me something... may I suggest a water monitor lizard, or something in the range of one of the worlds many crocodile species...
Oh, and if possible, try to give to someone who needs the help. I think everyone knows a child that could use a little something this year..

random, as usual

The new dog is doing very well. he does not, however, like being left alone. He sticks to my side all day and at night sleeps lightly until morning when he can sleep next to me, until I move. Then he follows me everywhere again. He even follows Charity around if she leaves the room. I left him alone in the house today to go to lunch with Charity. Haa! He tried to claw his way out of the windows. He tore the cover off of the door window and the blinds off of a bedroom window to try and follow me. The damage is minimal so I am not too upset by his anxiety.
The water dragon is doing great. He is putting on weight and his color is wonderful.
The snakes are getting longer, and longer. Much longer. The cats scare the hell out of the dog. Squishy goes out of her way to terrorize the poor beast. Drizzt is indefferent to his presence.
I am simply rambling today. That seems to not be out of the ordinary for me. The weather is GREAT! Cold and wet. Some do not share my enthusiasm towards this change in the seasons. Then again, I get enthusiastic over some pretty bizzare subjects, so I am told. Hey, it snowed in Texas! A rarity in this state. I have seen it in my youth in Norther Texas, bet it snowed in the central and even the far western parts.
You know, as I get older, my thought patter becomes more random. Oh, I can focus on things..with effort. Chaotic ahlzhimers i suppose. I have a Tigger brain! Very bouncy, and striped.

LOOKIT!!!! It's a doggie!

I picked up the dog dog today! Bruno, as he was called by the shelter, is home. He weighs in at a light 74 pounds and could stand to gain at least 15 more. The vet and others ask me what his breed is and I tell them hungry. And boy is he! He is mostly lab, the other part appears to be empty stomach. He is afraid of the psycho kitty Squishy and does not like Drizzt-cat around his food. That could be a mild problem since he thinks all food is his. So far he is well mannered in the house and out. He likes the kiddos and Charity, which is good because I would hate to loose her.... He is still learning what is his and what is not a chew toy. He loves his smoked and basted bones. You can tell by the gnawing noises and shrapnel left behind. He really likes a ride in the X-Terra and the big yard. Did I mention that he loves food also? I think that he will be a great looking animal once I get some weight back on him. He will be a wonderful friend to walk with on this leg of my travels.
As I had mentioned, we went to the ranch/farm where I spent some great times growing up and learning what it was to be a good man. There was a lot of memory triggers that took me back to 6 and 7 years old. The tank I spent summers fishing at, the field I learned to drive a tractor in, where I learned to ride a bike. Lots of memories. Without my grandfather, the place looked hard, desolate, empty. As if it too had passed on. Oh there is still life there, but different. You can see signs of the way it once was, the fallen grandeur of a once-proud land worked by hard hands. You can see the skeletons of greatness. You can feel the emptiness in the wind, a longing to be great again if only it had that spark again. The whole of the place feels hollow. Instead of sadness, I felt acceptance. He would like that, I think.
What I remember most, other than the people, are the smells. The fresh turned earth, food cooking, the dog. I remember the feel of the wind as I stand on the hill or in the fields. That wind that calls to me, draws me to find its source, to go. I can feel the rains of all seasons washing over me, the feeling of being truly cleansed by the soul of the land. I hear the birds, the sheep, the cattle, the tractor and my grandfather calling in the cows to milk. We had only the two Jerseys that we milked, we needed no more than that. I also remember the feel of a warm egg in my hand taken from right under the hens. Now, there is just the wind. But, if you listen closely you can still hear and feel all of these things. I hope someday the place is awakened anew.
How far does the wind carry the past?

Guess what!!!!!!

Guess what, guess what, GUESS WHAT!!!!!!!!! I got a dog!!!! First, I must tell you about where I got him from. I got him from Brown County Animal Shelter, which is not the name now but I can't recall what it's called, sorry!. This place is truly awesome!. no, really, it is. It is the CLEANEST shelter I have ever been to, and I have been to a few. OK, a great many shelters. It is where I prefer to get all my mammal companions from shelters as it saves lives. Any way, it is a great place. As I said, it is very clean, even the smell, if there was one, was nice. The animals are in great shape. Healthy and happy. Yes, happy. Well fed and clean and happy. Did I say they were happy? They are so. They do not let the animals go home until they are spayed/neutered, micro-chipped and with there rabies shots. Very cool. They also come with a 30 day pet insurance that covers anything they might have missed an the coverage is up to $750.00. Hey! just found the shelter's name! It is the Corinne T. Smith Animal Center. It is in Brownwood, Texas so give them a check out if looking for a dog, cat, kitten or puppy. They also check for heart worms and give them all the appropriate shots. All of this cost $150.00 for dogs an I believe $75.00 for cats. Now this may sound a bit steep at first, but for all that you and your new pet receive, it is very little indeed. This place is great and I expect that I will be volunteering in the future at the shelter.
The dog is great. His is a mixed breed of considerable size. A beautiful animal. We could have gotten a puppy, or even one of the pure-bred dogs, but I opted for this guy. It would have been hard for a dog of his size to find a home and he is a year old. Most people want puppies. Heck, this one is already broke in!
We went to the ranch this weekend and I had a good time. We watched Sidney play a great game in the 6-man finals. They lost by 8 points but the game was good all the same. There was a lot of relatives that I had not seen in some time, and a few that I had not seen for a while on purpose.... The food was ..grannies food. Always awesome. There was everything. Baked turkey, deep fried turkey, ham, oh the ham!, dressing, and too many other things to list here. I ate, and ate, then ate some more. The only thing fat free might have been the forks. Who cares, it was way too good to consider calories.
I hope to post pictures of the dog soon and am looking forward to our new family member.
Be well everyone!!!

meal? , not so bad...

The meal was cooked and no one has passed away because of it...yet! Everyone claims that it is/was good and they ate well and, I suppose, that is what counts. We ended up with quite a few leftovers as my younger sibling could not show. He was flown out of state with his job at the last moment. Sucks, but such is his job. So, leftovers, yeah, we have plenty. Therefore if you know anyone hungry in this area, let me know. Dad enjoyed it and he got a call from my older brother who resides in Alaska. We have not heard from him in some time due to communication problems in the region. He lives 50 miles north of the Arctic Circle so that is no surprise. But, new phone number and lines or what not, all is well.
Today is also feeding day for all of the reptiles, a good meal for everyone here, I suppose. The cats ate good too, you know, "dropped" food. My water dragon will be getting larger before long and will require new lodging. I will begin building a new, larger terrarium soon and am looking forward to it. Not the cussing and throwing tools part, but the challenge and enjoyment of building something. The snakes are doing great and growing strong. I am still searching for a dog. I am looking for a rescue dog or one from an animal shelter. It is not easy selecting one that will go well with me. I am looking for a large dog, a German Sheppard or golden retriever or larger, but am not ruling out anything at the moment. Except maybe those tiny little dogs that are the size of a snakes meal. No, I do not condone or practice feeding dogs to reptiles , no matter the size of the dog! I simply want a dog bigger than a large rat.
I am also looking into getting a bird again. My last one died due to puppy. Yes, puppy. My German Shepard had pups and when they were a few months old, my sun conure tried to maul one and scared the puppy, which, in turn, yelped and snapped, hitting the bird and causing it's end in this life-cycle. It was tragic, I had lived with the bird for many years and had never had a problem with the whole dog-bird interaction. As they say, it only takes once. I blame neither for the accident, just myself for not using proper foresight. I knew better and should have used more caution. The result is that I lost a dear friend of the feathered variety.
Sidney plays in the first round of state finals in 6-man football this Friday. I hope to see the game as it was my high school, and I enjoy football! Both teams are undefeated, Sidney 12-0 and the other team 11-0. Walnut Springs beat Sidney last year ending their season, so this should be interesting at least.
I hope you all had a happy Thanksgiving (why do we capitalized those 2 words together?), and remember what the day is for. Giving thanks.

It's here, that day

Here it is, T-day! I've got the dressing in the oven now. The bird is preped. The pies are baked. I'm ready! Oh, crap. I still have a lot to do though! I hope it all works out. The pies, by the way, are great. Jenn and David came by and we broke in to one of the pecan pies. Not too bad.
Sorry to hear that Crazed is ill. Hey, if all goes wrong, bring them over here, I'll feed them!...Right. I'll try to anyway. Really, I hope you get to feeling better.
I do hope that one of my younger brothers, the tallest of us and therefore not a "little" brother, (heck, none of my youngers are little!) is able to show up today. He works over 100 hours most weeks. Yep, he drives a truck. But, hopefully, he can show. Dad will be here. Oh shit. I have no gift for him yet. Crap on a cracker. Ummmmm, oh, crap. I need to at least get him a card. I think I have time, if anything is open in town today. Oh, man. I'll figure something out, I have too!
You know, I was going somewhere with this.... Oh yea! I remember now. Hey, get used to it with me.
We are going to the ranch where I spent the most memorable parts of my childhood. Where I learned what being a good person, a good HUMAN is all about. Where kindness meant something. Where I saw that a kind, soft hand meant so much more than a harsh, cruel word. All this I learned from my grandfather and grandmother, well, "step" grand parents. Not to me though, to me, he was my world. He taught me so much more than what I was exposed to. He taught me that being tough was not being mean. He was strong, morally, physically, mentally and spiritually. Yet, he would deliver a lamb that was having trouble entering the world as if he were cuddling an infant. He was a much bigger man than I am. Than most. The best man I have ever known in person. I miss him dearly. I am so very thankful that I had a chance to have him in my life. I can still see him milking one of the two milk cows by hand, checking out the beef cattle, sheep or pigs. Walking in the garden, or chicken yard. Sitting under the oak of an evening with Mansfield, the German Shepard. Oh how I miss him and that dog. Rest well you two, you have deserved your rest.
Anyway, we are going to the ranch. Another one of my younger brothers will be there. People that I see far to infrequently will be there. The place is different now. There are a great fewer animals there. The old ranch house burned down, and Granny is much older. But still, the memories persist. So many good memories.....
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you. Take a moment to remember all of those gone before you, those childhood feasts and laugh. Laugh a lot, so the children around you will have memories like we have.

Domestication.., Again!

Tomorrow I begin cooking for this Thanksgiving Day meal. It will be especially important to me for, you see, it is my first attempt at the making of the feast AND it is my father's birthday. So I hope that I do not screw it up! I very seldom get to cook for my Dad so it is doubly important that I do well. I will attempt to cook a bacon and herb turkey with apple cider gravy and cornbread dressing to accent the bird. I will also make my infamous mashed potatoes that are a closely guarded ancient double secret recipe of my own making, plus a batch of pecan and chocolate pies (my first shot at these as well!). I will try my hand at cranberry sauce too. And the the regular sides. One of my younger brothers and his future wifey-poo plan to be in attendance as well. Here is the sad part: I am worried about the outcome!! Me! The guy who at one time took a date to Allsups for dinner! (Oh yes, it's true, I did that!) Wow, what a domesticated little human I have become. What happened to the feral me? The man who would throw small animals on a fire and call it cuisine? The guy who would roast a perch and open a can of corn and LOVE it? Now, I worry about a good deal on bleach or what brand of toilet paper holds up without chafing. Next thing you know, I'll be watching project runway and worrying if Sweet Pea will win....oh, wait, I did that already, a few seasons back. Make it work designers! I talk about blending fall colors with shoes, me!, the guy who could have gone a year without changing underwear until Christmas, IF I got some as a gift. O.k., not quite that bad, but close!
I should be chopping wood, and getting the cabin ready for winter, not baking pies!! I need to be fighting a grizzly bear with a Swiss army knife, the Victorinox one of course, and taking its' coat for a blanket, not shopping for place settings! Oh, if my ancestors could see me now. Instead of making my own soap I'm looking for coupons on scented body wash. I don't know if I should smash my head between two bricks or get the one that smells of lilacs! I need to get back to the primitive!
So, if you are headed that way, I could use a lift. Did I mention that I can cook?...

Dreams and emotions

I had a dream last night that involved a lot of people from my past. We were having a "party" of sorts for a man named J.C. that is the father of some girls I went to school with. His wife was there, Marty, Steve and other friends. Charity was there. My children and there non-existent quad or quintuplet brothers, and my ex-wife. My children! It has been some time since I have seen them. We were interacting and having a great time. Even my daughter was there and hanging out with me and taking photos and having a ball. I was able to serve them cake and ice cream. Oh, my daughter is still pissed at me leaving them. Trust me when I say that it was much more involved than simply "leaving them" and it was the best and safest thing for them all at the time. And there were frogs there, dendobrates and a frog that I can't i.d. except to say it was a clown frog in my dream, however it did not look like a clown frog at all.
I awoke feeling.....a longing for my children. A need for their voices, their laughter, their touch. Anything of them, some fleeting glimpse, something, just a bit of something from them. Now, simply sadness, emptiness, an aloneness. Sitting here I can feel their hair from when I would rub their heads as they stood next to me. I can see their smiles.
It has been a great while since I have seen them. Great for me anyway. I have not spent time with them since early summer. Not for lack of wanting. I don't even have their phone number. You see, I was in the nut hut at the time of the divorce. Hell I didn't even know I had been divorced for some months after the fact. So now, I don't even have basic custody rights. Nothing. No visitation schedule, no phone number, no address, no info what so ever. I am contacted by them when she decides to allow me to visit with them and even then it is only for an hour or two at most.
It is my fault though. I was in the process of loosing my mind more and more each day. I was not diagnosed then and not on meds. I knew nothing of what was wrong except that I had become a danger to everyone around me and I had to leave. I spent the next 87 days in the casa de crazy trying out meds and the next three and a half years trying to find medication that WORKED. After almost four years I saw them again. That was the last time I saw my daughter. That was over three years ago. There is nothing to fill the emptiness with. I have tried it all; peace in knowing that they are safe and well cared for, hatred and anger (at myself), and simply trying to ignore the fact that they are no longer around me. All has fallen short of filling the hole inside of me left by my absence from them.
So, here I sit, perched in this chair, my throne of nothingness and emptiness, alone inside. I don't feel sorry for myself, nor do I crave pity from anyone. All of this is my own making, my shortcomings and failures and I accept that. There is no "poor me". Hell, there is hardly any "me" at all. Who am I now? What am I now if not a father anymore? I feel as if I simply.....exist.
Hug your children if you have any as soon as possible.
Delete any anger you might have towards them.
Forgive them.
Love them.
And most of all, TELL them that you love them and SHOW it!
I read somewhere that words are hollow without action so
show them!

the longest nights

As is often the case, I find myself up at an odd time for most diurnal mammals. Sometimes I sit at the computer checking out the news or National Geographic type site. Sometimes I enjoy just sitting outside in the night. The feel of the cool air, the star-filled sky, the quiet, I love it all. It's a time when I am alone with myself. Just me and the night. I can think a little, clear my head somewhat. I often kid about it, but I really would love to live in a secluded forest somewhere in the north-west, near the Rockies would be great or even in British Columbia. I crave it, long for it. I feel that I actually NEED it. I have always been drawn north and I have no idea why. Even as a child, I have felt the need to live alone in the forest or unspoiled areas of the north. Idaho, Oregon, Washington, Canada, somewhere like that. Away from this "civilized" technical society. I have a brother that lives in Kotzebue, Alaska, that is 50 miles north of the arctic circle. He likes it though it has its' shares of drawbacks. I would like a bit less tundra in my neighborhood though. maybe some day I can find myself in the quiet solitude of tall trees and birds singing.
Marshall's party went well, I think. I stacked his cake while it was still warm and it looked as if a medium-sized farm animal had sat on it though. He seemed not to care but I did, greatly. In true Marshall style he even sang happy birthday to himself with the rest of the party goers. The kid, er, young man, is quite humorous. The next morning , he and I started building a helicopter from one of his gifts. It was time very well spent! As he put it, it will give us time to bond (said with much humor again). It was very nice though.
I have been up for several hours and will need to get others up in an hour or two so I will try to lay down a bit.....later!

ugh! me man here me fall!

You know there are times, most of the time in fact, that I feel as though I should be running through a forest naked, thank God no one will be around to see that spectacle, and chasing small furry animals and eating them raw. Living as I can by the laws of nature and my survival skills alone. But no! Instead I am WAY too domesticated. Getting up early on a SATURDAY to bake cakes. BAKE CAKES!!! Do you hear me?!? Holy crap, what has happened to me!?!? I used to wake up around noon or later and start drinking after another night of partying, kick out whatever bodies I happened to share a bed with that night (yes I was a pig) and take a shower to begin another night of revelry. Now I wake up and feed a CAT and take children to school and wash and fold clothes. And here is the kicker...I LIKE IT! What the hell!? I AM domesticated! UGH, BLECH! Oh well, I suppose it had to happen. Too bad it was to me. Oh how the mighty man-beast has fallen. Men are such stupid creatures........

birthday & bar-b-q

Tommorow is the boy's birthday. Wrapped his gifts today, one with duct tape then wrapping paper. Will be baking his cake in the morning and decorating it. It should be noted that I am far from a pro at it. I will also cook on the grill, brats and ribs and whatever else falls on the fire. We are to have some friends over and nothing is better than food and friends.
Speaking of friends, we have a new one! She is a four year old great dane and what a beauty! She is Emma's new doggie and they get along great. Oh, and the swelling in Drizzts' jaw is down considerably and he is felling better. He has been a true pest all day placing himself in front of me for attention reguardless of what I may be attempting to read at the moment. The snakes all ate very well. My Jayde Tree calls mine the Slithering Pig due to the amount and rate at which he consumes rodents.
I am currently seeking a k-9 companion. Hopefuly something large or huge. I will settle for a medium sized dog if need be but hesitate at any breed smaller. I really love the German shepard but there are so many wonderful breeds that it is hard to choose. Cost will definately play a roll as Christmas is coming up as well as birthdays.
I had a dream today that my sons came to visit me. The older of the two wanted to play and was off doing so while the younger wanted to stick next to me and talk. It was a wonderful conversation we had And we both became closer to each other. Then I awoke.A very frantic and sad moment when I realized that they were not actually here. Very sad. I have not seen them for many months and seldom get to visit with them so I was more than a little shaken and crushed at the fact that it was all fantasy. Such is reality from this perseption.
O.K. mortals, I must now fly, we have guest and I must entertain as I am entertaining.

Injured kitty

Hello primate-types! Yesterday we took one of the two cats, Drizzt, to the vet. with swelling of his lower jaw. The doctor really didn't tell us much but did give him some antibiotics as he (the cat) had a fever. I did not know how much I was attached to this particular feline-type critter until I was describing his demeanor of the last few days to the veterinary staff. Hell, my voice was cracking and my hands were shaking. While the kitty was in the exame room with my Jayde Tree, i was nervous as heck and could not stay still. My eyes even "got something in them" several times. I was really shook up, even after arriving back at the house. That is funny, since I can't remember crying at a funeral, but I will over that cat. I'm not supposed to like cats because I am a "dog person".
You know, I'm not one who just goes around bawling over everything, but I will, on occasion, shed a tear or three. However, it is usually over the wierdest things. For example; I can spend several hours just looking at a rose or even a leaf of a tree and I may drop a tear over the fact that there is no one there at the moment to share the awsome beauty of that moment with at the time. Or the fact that there are people who will NEVER see the beauty of complex simplicity such as that. That's not to say that I sit there crying my eyes out, just a tear or two. I certainly don't cry over things like a child being hurt, that makes me furious with a white-hot blinding rage. I want to tear the accused apart, slowly. Things like that make no sense to me, there is no reason for it. Those little ones have no protection or defense over a person like that except what we teach them and our watching over them. Ahh, ok, done ranting for now about that. where was I....oh, yes, crying. Anyway, I cry over strange things such as a sunrise or sunset, a clear and star-filled night, or a wonderful rain, but not the usual death of a loved one.
I have never seen death as sad, just a part of being. Sure, I miss those that have passed through my life, and I always will, but I am not sad at their demise. But, let my dog die and I am a wreck. I find this odd. Hey, I find a lot about me odd when put next to a human!
Well, it is time for me to go for now. I have to wax my prehensile tail and clean the suction pads on my toes and fingers. Take time to SEE something today, not just look at it.

The Terrible Terzula

Here is a little, or a lot, about myself. I am old, as old as the wind or around that age. Perhaps my age isn't quite that spectacular, but we all have those days when we feel that old. I have 3 biological children; Raven, Keighvin and Connor. I also have 2 psuedo-children: Ashe and Amy. I love them all very much. I am "uncle" to a great many other young human types that I also love dearly, and I am owned by a one Ms. Emma. No, really, just ask her! I am in a relationship of the loving kind with a beautiful, intellegent and creative woman, Charity (my Jayde Tree), and I am not simply kissing butt here, she is truely all of those things. I have a very few humans that I consider friends but those I do have I consider close. They are somewhat crazy. I also carry a small party of insane beings around in my head and they are quite looney! Trust me when I say that they are deffinately off their rockers.
I love nature and all things about it with the exception of most humans, I shall not get into that subject now. I relate to and like animals better than most humans. Animals I get, humans, Hmph!, not so much. I have some animals that are cared for in this house that I would like to think of as siblings of a slightly different species. They are as follows: Three ball pythons with the names of Madmartigan,Sorcha,and Razell. All are young and looking great. A Mexican black kingsnake named the Slithering Darkness, or simply Slither. An Asian water dragon that goes by Obad-Dai who is also very young and was a rescue from a "pet store" that knew nothing of proper care of one of his species. There are also two of the feline persuasion housing themselves here; Drizzt and Squishy Kitty (because she felt squishy as a baby, not because she gets squished).
We have a typical household with a-typical people. A teenager and one that might as well be a teen. Monet is , well fleeting, at best but we manage to get by. We are all mostly healthy , ok, perhaps not so much mentaly, and we are a happy lot.
As for me, I love the rian, the Fall, and wind. I am more comfortable outdoors than inside most of the time. My heros are my Father, Steven Irwin and his family Terri, Bob, little Robert, and Bindi-carry on! I'm not reliegous, but spiritual on occasion and I tend towards the Buddhist beliefs. I have eatten healthy once and enjoy a variety of grub. Music is a must have as are books and mental stimulation. I tend to wear shorts and sandals year round, I enjoy being very casual. My grammar, you may well have noticed, is poor. It is a difficulty for me to write or type and administer to proper spelling as my mind moves faster than my hands do. I rarely go back over to check for spelling and what not. Mostly because I don't care, I can usually get my point across. If I confuse you, don't worry, I do that a lot to a great many people. My mind is often a chaos bomb and sometimes impossible to follow, so good luck trying. Cheese! The ferret has mustard in his shoes and the fish is in my pants floating on an inner-tube on Saturn. Sadly, yes. But then I LIVED!....See?
Have you told someone that you love and/or miss them recently? Maybe you should. Do it, now. No really, stop reading and go do it.
What are you still doing here? Go! DOOOOOO IIITTTT. And give someone a hug for no reason, it really freaks them out sometimes and that is a lot of fun.

Exo Terra review

I have recently been using ExoTerra Sun Glospot lamps to heat and light our reptile terrariums. The results have not been good at all. The spot lamps for daytime and infrared night lamps of the Neodymium sort have an increadibly short life span. I use 3 different brands of light fixtures on 3 different tanks for 3 different species of herptile. All 3 set ups have had the same results. The longest-lived bulb was just under a full 30 days, the shortest, just 3 days!! We have 3 ball pythons, a Mexican Black Kingsnake and THE most beautiful Asian water dragon you have ever seen! Their names are,respectfuylly: Madmartigan, Razell, Sorcha, the Slithering Darkness (slither), and Obad-hai. All 3 kinds have different requirments but one thing in common; they all need a reliable heat source!!!! These bulbs have a nasty habit of burning out in the middle of the night or when we are out. I have tried to communicate to Hagen, the company that makes the lamps, to no avail. So, if you own reptiles, be warned. I have bought over a dozen since August and here it is only November. I am just fortunate to have purchased multiple bulbs each time I ordered. It is not the company I order our supplies from, Reptile Supply.com has been spot-on with the shipping. No broken bulbs on many seperate shipments. We have, however, had no problems with the Exo Terra fluorescent bulbs. They are still working strong on a timed cycle switch that gradually brings the light up to full brightness and slowly dims them each evening.
I have had much better luck with the Fluker bulbs. Hey, all I can recomend is that you try different things to see what works for you and your creepy-crawlys and ALWAYS!!!! buy back up heat sources!!! We live in central Texas and the weather is bi-polar as hell, always changing, so a fall back plan and reserve supplies are a must. We must look after our critters as we agreed to when we decided to raise them, it's our responsibility, so do it well.