lisaviolet's diary

Friday, May 13, 2005

09:23 PM - 05/13/2005

The topic: Wasted day
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So, it’s about 72? outside, 82? right here in my comfy chair. I spent quite a bit of time, too much, really, trying to get the damned tables right on my archives page. I’ve got one set of archives now, it should be a lot easier.

The coding for splitting up the posts by subject matter went much more quickly than I’d ever have expected, which was nice. But something as simple as getting the archive calendar tables properly formatted should never taken as long as it did and I became quite frustrated. Poor DeeJay, he just wanted some attention and I just wanted those damned tables to line up properly. I finally gave it a break and went into the kitchen to get his fluids heated up and calmed down.
The fluids went in much smoother than they have in months because I realized what I was doing differently that made it harder on both of us. We’re all better now.

I just told Brian I’m more relaxed right now than I’ve been all day. Sleep should be good tonight.

Well, Brian’s yawning, I still have about fifty thousand, two hundred and one cats to get in for the night, and then I can call it a day.

You know, I think breaking up my entries is going to make it a whole lot easier to post on a more regular basis. I think that now. Let’s see if it holds true.

<———me, riding off into the sunset…....

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10:18 AM - 05/13/2005

The topic: Gardening
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Well, I’m gonna go take this sweatshirt off, put on a teeshirt and shoes and go out there and start getting rid of more of that grass.

I looked at some old pictures of what I’d done back there a few years ago, with flowers and I really liked it, all of that color against the fence. But that damned grass just kept coming back. Brian said I could do whatever I wanted. Maybe I’ll just hold off for now and see how the grass does. If it stays gone, then I can do some planning.

A way to water will be something that definitely needs to be considered. And Brian really has to get those streambeds fixed to where they don’t leak.

Oh, well, as long as I have stuff to do, I can’t die, right? Isn’t that how it works?

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UPDATE:

I waited too long. Went outside, got the trashcan and pulled it over to the area where I was going to work, started digging with the pitchfork, and boy howdy, it got hot quick.

Note to self: until you’re used to digging in the heat, leave it for the morning or evening. Now’s the time to just float in the pool.

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08:58 AM - 05/13/2005

The topic: The sucker light is on!
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In this morning’s mail:

“I am reading your website and feel like I am looking into a mirror image. It all started when I was weed eating in the back yard and my german shepard kept running in front of me and getting in the way while barking at me wildly. I thought it was the weedeater making her agitated and just kept plugging away at all that tall stuff in the corner. She finally pushed me aside and started dragging things out and when I looked I realized they were kittens. Jeez…kittens in the backyard! I called the wife and put them in a box and she cooed and awwed over them while doing feeding,cleaning and general assessment of them. I told her they were off to the pound in the morning and meant it. As I promised I took them to the pound, payed the fees and dropped them off without a look back and went to work. Nothing would prepare me for the shock I got when I walked into the door that evening. She had gone and picked them back up (paying more fees of course)and taken them in. There they were.. the 3 little kittens and a weepy eyed wife telling me that she just couldnt stand the thought of them being destroyed if the didnt get adopted. So thats the way it started.

A feral would have her kittens in the back,we would befriend her and after the kittens were ready we would take them in and trap her for a trip to the vet on the feral cat program. Someone would move out and leave their cat and somehow it would get word that there were suckers that had a nice backyard with sleeping boxes,food and water,and a kind word and pat and we would have another.

The feral cat program ran out of funds so now we pay this service out of our own pockets.

We buy walmart brand catlitter at $2.00 a 25 lb bag,throw that in a 35 gallon latching tote that has a round 10 inch hole cut in 1 end of the top for catboxes. We have 3 of these. I sift them with a 5 gal bucket that I attacked with a 1/2inch drill and can do a catbox in less then 3 minutes. I freshen them at the end of every week with a light bleach washing and another bag of litter.

The reason I found your site was I bought a camera and was thinking of making my own web page basically like yours.

Very nice site btw!

I love each and every 1 of these little critters now (15 total) and consider them part of my extended family.

I just wanted you to know that there is someone out there that appreciates what your doing.

If you want to see a few of my little guys give a click or copy paste this:these were early pix.

http://www.pbase.com/alan95336/random

Alan from San Joaquin County, California”

Awww…another official cat sucker. Amazing how those little kittens can just worm their way into the heart, ya know?

I love those pictures. And I declare your German Shepherd is NOT a damn dog. (I’ve got a problem with dogs, even though we’ve had a few…*grin*) Your pooper dog is an official HERO!

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07:46 AM - 05/13/2005

The topic: Cars
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Whenever I see a Honda Element or a Toyota Scion, I have to laugh.

Brian started it, you see. He said one day “Do you know what those cars remind me of? They look like Deputy Dawg’s car.”

And darned if they don’t!

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