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Yep! Obama is making us plain ol’ clingers sick! Sick of his lies. Sick of his incompetence. Just plain sick of him…period! Never in my lifetime have I ever seen such a destructive POTUS, and that include Jimmah Cartah! It’s a shame that so many Americans were bamboozled into voting for this clown a second time, but as many will tell you, it’s the free stuff he promised. Well, I’ve seen how that ‘free stuff’ is making life even worse for those who get it, and those who are having to pay for it. Someone has to pay, so it ain’t free! And those who get, will pay in the long run. Self esteem is something you gain from within, not from others.
The pure hatred of those who actually pay the bills is more than a little disturbing, caused by talking heads, the race hustlers, and most of all, this administration.
There are men and women who want to work, have families they want to be able to support, and can’t. Why? Obama. It’s that simple. Democrats are bad enough, but a Marxist is a tool of destruction that puts the Dems to shame. He does not understand ‘the American Dream’. He has never lived in the real world, never had a real job, and certainly has never had to scrape from paycheck to paycheck. Raised by communists, influenced by communists, and associating with the dregs of society does not prepare anyone for a management position, much less POTUS.
This bill is a reflection of all that is evil in the world. Read it. Try to get private insurance. Hunt for a job. You might get lucky. Then again, likely you’ll have to settle for something that you didn’t train to do, and will have to be taught by someone half your age. Oh, the unemployment rate has gone done, but that’s only because they don’t take into account those who have stopped looking, and are now having to take handouts from the government, competing with those who have lived on the dole all their lives.
The intent is to break us. Not just financially, as a nation, but as people. Break us down till we have no fight left in us. Many will succumb. Others will stand up and fight back. It’s time to stop this madness. It’s time to take away the petty child’s toys. It’s time to return this nation to the Constitutional Republic it was meant to be. It is time.
How Obamacare Hurts You If You’re Looking for a Job
Amy Payne – The Foundry
America is hurting for jobs. And if you’re looking for one, here’s how Obamacare is hurting you.
Obamacare is keeping businesses from hiring.
We already knew that many employers plan to cut workers’ hours to stay under the threshold of Obamacare mandates. This makes full-time jobs—much less full-time jobs with health benefits—harder to come by.
Admittedly, I’m a cat person, but I do like dogs quite a bit, and have had several throughout my life. Get your tissues!!
Shared by Jerry.
Shared by Ken the Cop!
All I want to do is brush my teeth. I head towards the bathroom, and WHOOSH! Cats coming out of the woodwork. I have to battle them to get to the sink. Three BIG boys who apparently believe that when I head towards said room, they must accompany me, just to check out what I’m doing, and make sure I do it right.
The dainty little lady, who really isn’t little, just a major dust mop with bones, aka LOTS of fur, was sitting patiently on the floor, waiting for the resident moose clan, to get out of the way, so she could see too.
Yep…life can be an interesting trial with four legged children.
One of these days, Mr Spot is going to fly….right out the window.
After having a coughing fit around 4 that kept me awake for about an hour, I was sleeping peacefully, minding my own business, when the HUGE black cat decides it’s time for me to get up. I didn’t want to get up. I wanted to sleep. Nope! He wasn’t having any of that! He chews on my fingers, gets to my toes, walks over me repeatedly, pokes me in the nose several times, and repeats the process. There’s only so much of that a person can take. Talking to him didn’t help. Pushing him away didn’t work either. He’d just walk over me, all 18 pounds of him, and start on the other side. UGH! Well, at least he kept his potty paws out of my mouth this time.
So, he finally gets me out of bed, and………………..completely ignores me. He had food. There was plenty of water in the bowl, so his reasoning for my needing to remove myself from my warm comfy bed is a complete mystery.
Yep…one of these days…..
I hate being woken up long before I’m ready. Sometimes, I think cats are worse than small children! At least the cats don’t bounce the bed, rattling your brain awake. Nope, they bound across your chest, or poke you, or head butt you….whatever it takes to get your attention. grrrrrrrrrrrrrr So, when Rowdy decided I had slept enough, which I hadn’t, he was relentless! He’s lucky he didn’t find himself splattered on the ceiling, but I just didn’t have the strength….getting out of bed was hard enough.
First order of business…turn on the bloomin’ heater! Criminy! Who said it’s suppose to be down in the 40s and 50s already. This is Tennessee! UGH! Suppose to get up to a whopping 60 today. I’m gonna diiiiieeeeee! sigh… Can ya tell? I don’t like cold. I don’t even much care for ‘chilly’.
So, after turning the heat on, I stumbled to the coffee pot to turn it on, and what do I see frolicking in the back yard? A couple of these….
Now, it could have been this….
…but honestly, I don’t think so. They were close enough that you could tell the difference. I could be wrong… it’s been known to happen on rare occasions.
By the time I remembered I had my phone in my pocket (hey…I just woke up, remember?) they had moved to an area a bit farther away, and blended in with the surroundings. I attempted to get a video, but ya just couldn’t even tell they were there, and I can’t figure out how to zoom video on that goofy iPhone thingy.
I wonder if they are why we haven’t seen any possum, raccoons, or those pesky peacocks lately?
Ok…major dispute on what it is…other than a baby snake! *roll eyes* This is the best I can do, and yes…it’s fuzzy, but considering it’s cropped… At least you can KIND of see the markings….sorta!
Ok, I don’t know squat about snakes, except that I don’t like ‘em! The Mr, who is more informed about such critters, just HAD to say ‘come look’. Ok…I looked. Now what it is? And don’t tell me it’s a snake…I can see that for myself. What KIND?
About 30 minutes ago, I heard a thud on the front window. I knew what it was…happens on occasion. A few of the ‘brighter’ birds seem to think the living room is wide open space for ‘em, and apparently, don’t see those white lines running through the glass. Hey…like I said… ‘bright’.
I went out to check to see if it was still breathing, and yep…sat there….blinking. Obviously quite stunned, but they usually manage to fly away within a short period of time. This one, however, seems to have taken up residence for the time being, and the cats are having a field day trying to get to it.
Mr Spot has been the one in attendance the entire time said bird has been attempting to recover. Of course, Rowdy checks it out every now and then, but isn’t as patient. I really do think he’s brain damaged.
Honestly, I don’t think a one of the four would know what to do with a bird if they ever caught one. Since they are strictly house cats, that ain’t gonna happen, so we will never find out. Heh. We won’t ever get the dubious honor of having a dead creature presented to us.
Another swipe from Facebook, via Sara Casm. Being mom to four four legged ‘children’, I can attest to the truth of this ‘resume”!
The biggest scandal in U.S. history
by Ann Coulter
Forget executive privilege, contempt of Congress, “fast and furious,” how many documents the government has produced and who said what to whom on which date.
The Obama administration has almost certainly engaged in the most shockingly vile corruption scandal in the history of the country, not counting the results of Season Eight on “American Idol.”
Administration officials intentionally put guns into the hands of Mexican drug cartels, so that when the guns taken from Mexican crime scenes turned out to be American guns, Democrats would have a reason to crack down on gun sellers in the United States.
Democrats will never stop trying to take our guns away. They see something more lethal than a salad shooter and wet themselves.
….there could still be seven of ‘em! I had hopes, after a few days of their absence. I should have known better! You’ll notice, of course, that Mrs Peacock has returned as well. sigh….
I HATE THOSE FREAKIN’ BIRDS!
There’s nothing like an uninvited guest on a regular basis. I just happened to glance out the kitchen nook’s window, and caught a snippet of some color that is not part of the deck. Yep…there he was…all snuggled up and comfy. Once he got a look at me looking at him, he evidently thought I was going to come tearing after him. Pfft! This ol’ woman doesn’t go rushing off after stupid birds on only 4 hours of total sleep. In other words, I’m flippin’ tired! And I’m really tired of chasing those darn birds!
I noticed that Mr Peacock was all by his lonesome. Where was the Mrs? No where in sight!
The way I’ve figured it…as long as they stay on the back deck, where they can no longer do damage, we won’t have a problem with them. They seem to like our deck, snuggled up in the shade. Once they go around to the front, where we are working hard to spruce the place up, and start their dance of destruction, we WILL have a problem, and eventually, will deal with their invasion!
But I STILL HATE THOSE FREAKIN’ BIRDS!
It started out as a reasonably pleasant morning. A bit chilly for my tastes, and had to turn the heater up, but other than that….no problem. Well, I could have used another hour of sleep. After yesterday…a humdinger of a Monday, the extra hour might have improved my frame of mind. It really is the pits when you stick yourself in the eye with mascara, then dump a full cup of Dr Pepper all over the place at the ladies meeting. sigh…
I went to get my last cup of coffee, and lo and behold…………….
Will it never end? Will our lives be consistently plagued by them? Will I ever catch that evil fowl, and snatch those tail feathers off his hind end?
Then, I looked up, and TA DA! They evidently didn’t believe he was serious about them vacating the premises. EVIL! Just plain EVIL!
So, it was time to do the ‘infamous ol’ broad peacock dance’….which entails me hobbling behind them, doing my best to herd them towards home. Not the easiet thing to do, lemme tell ya! We went around the house. We went across the yard. We danced through the field, several times, when finally, I do believe the male, at least, got the message. There would be no eating of recently potted flowers for them! At least, not today….so far. He waddled himself back down the hill towards home.
The female, on the other hand, not the brightest of God’s creatures, thought it might be fun to play hide and seek around a tree. First, we went one way, then we went the other way..round and round. Stupid bird! Eventually, I suppose she decided she wasn’t going to win this game, and headed off after her mate. Wise decision!
Have I mentioned recently…..I HATE THOSE FREAKIN’ BIRDS? Well, if not….
I HATE THOSE FREAKIN’ BIRDS!
If you’ve been coming around here for a while, you may remember me mentioning Rocky Moose. Rocky was one of those cats that was on the verge of being on ‘death row’. My son in law rescued him, and he became part of the family. I always had to get a dog outfit for him for Christmas, which of course, annoyed Ick to no end. Rocky? He didn’t care one way or the other!
Rocky was a big boy. Let’s face it, there was a reason I called him Rocky Moose.
If ever there was a more mellow, and patient, cat, I don’t where he/she is! Rocky went to sleep this afternoon, and did not wake up. He will be extremely missed by the entire family, and many friends.
Rest In Peace My Moose Friend