Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge: Week #24

For Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge this week, I decided to dig through some of my Facebook pictures that have been on there since I started, many of them I have forgotten about. These were from the Random album. I fixed them up a bit in Photoshop and introduced them to the picture universe of Flickr.

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This picture, taken nearly five years ago in a hospital room, is of my sister apparently lying on the floor sleeping. The opening scene from the “Welcome Munchkins” part of The Wizard of Oz, where the house has landed on the wicked witch of the east, comes to mind.

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I have no idea who this is but I thought he was cool enough to get a picture of. My sister actually begged me to get a picture of this man because she thought he was “adorable” and called him “Turtle” because of his green colors. More like The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Whatever, then.

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One of my past cats named Spaz stretching out on top of the TV set. This was always an odd cat.
Grill in the Chill!

It was a dare.

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Ode of the Lynx Descendant

They were cast down from the almighty lynx,
Two rambling creatures, two curious blinks;
This red day saw my love go out to them,
Gold and black colored, always on the prim

The nuisance they are,
The childlike they may seem,
But they seem to understand
That my presence is one of serene

For on this Cupid day,
When no love is sent my way
It’s always best to put on an act
Just a single guy and his cats

Cocoa, Blackie, Napster, Whiskers, Gracie, Fluffy, Smuckers, Kimba (previously Flatty and then Flutters), Goldie (2 cats), Cocoa-Vanilla, Pineappler (not a mispelling), Spaz, Midnight, Freefall, Velvet, Chet, Darby, Chester, Jesus, Paczki, Boo-boo, Peaches, Bubbles, Blackjack, Brewster, and I’m sure there’s more but this is a start.

Those are most of the names of all of the cats I’ve owned or lived with at one point in my life. And as you can see, the names vary from “normal” to ridiculous. Some of them were named by me, some of them by accident, some got their names only after they settled in naturally.

I’ve had one dog in my entire life and it’s name was Deuce. A small dog given to us that we only had for a few months before he was taken away to better caretakers (not that we weren’t but we had never took care of a dog before). He usually stayed tied up outside on the porch because of the dozens of cats inside getting him riled up and scared. Well, it didn’t help that my sisters, then both younger than ten, used to tease him, pulling on his lease or wrapping it around the railing, causing him discomfort.

But, boy oh boy, do I love (and sometimes hate) cats!


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: Cupid’s Arrow

Write an ode to someone or something you love. Bonus points for poetry!

Something New, Something Fried

Daily Prompt: Final Trio


For the first time, I am writing my blog from a location other than my home state. That’s right, I am in Wisconsin right now, visiting the older sister in Janesville (and many of you probably have never heard of this place). On our rather uneventful trip here, Emily’s iPod touch was connected to the car stereo and playing her set of songs, some I totally liked, others that were “meh”, but the song I probably loved the most during that trip was “Enter Sandman” by Metallica. I found myself singing along to some of the catchy lyrics and tapping my foot along to the uplifting, powerful beat. It’s an oldie (I would say anything older than 20 years qualifies) but still a goodie.

On an unrelated tangent…

There are days when I feel like waking up and making a nice healthy breakfast, complete with my now habitual over easy, fried eggs, two slices of slightly toasted bread topped with peanut butter, a glass of milk, and maybe some sausage or bacon on the side if it is available in our freezer of icy epic proportions (I put a leftover Frosty from Wendy’s in there last night and in the morning it was frozen solid like a rock – I placed it in the fridge to thaw out and will probably be a liquid by the time I get home from Wiscy in three days).

When the meal is prepared, I usually take my plate and head into the living room, using a bar stool as my eating surface. Turning my attention to the flat screen sitting in an entertainment stand about the size of a single bookcase, I always see the same shows on in the morning, the old-time classics on MeTV. Because of our limited number of channels on free antenna television, my television watching is like a bookcase with just a couple books on the shelf that I just keep pulling off, reading, putting back up, and then repeating again (for about three years now).

As I sit there pleasantly enjoying my modest meal, one or both of my cats come up to me, looking up at my food that must seem so much better to them than the old cat food in their dish. They occasionally will try to sniff at the food and have that begging look in their little black eyes. These cats don’t seem to know when they are hungry; they just eat out of pure instinct or whenever there is something juicy dangling in font of them. I occasionally will tease them, waving something tasty in front of them such as an egg, watching Goldie jump up at it, his eyes darting back and forth curiously, while my quick reflexes pull the poultry out of harms way (except for one time when Goldie swatted at the egg and successfully managed to drop it to the floor for a nice snack with Blackie joining in the lapping as well).

It’s days like this that I wish I had more people to converse with, more freedom to explore the world, to meet new and interesting people, join in worthwhile activities, instead of trying to find some sort of inspiration in my walled garden life. Rarely do I move outside the walled garden. Okay, maybe it’s not quite an enclosed garden where I don’t have access to certain things – I have opportunities to reach the high luxuries of life but have not had the means to find ways to reach them. With a very tight budget, getting my hands on the latest greatest technology, seeing movies when they first hit theaters, ordering the best, most expensive item on the menu just is not feasible. That’s what I call my walled garden or rather a garden that has a bunch of doors I have to get through by solving the combination locks in order to progress to freedom. Once I reach the final level, get through the final door, I will be able to live my life with very little restrictions, not have to worry about money, or wondering whether my dreams will stay just that – dreams. That’s the dream – to finally have all my ducks lined up in a row and have my life operating smoothly. To do anything and go anywhere I want because I have worked to make those opportunities possible, to have the financial leeway to do so.

Getting back to something cracked and fried, after I am done with my skimpy breakfast, I usually rinse the dish off in the sink and place it upside down out of a habit that I have gotten into, a sort of pet peeve.

Then there really isn’t much to do except open up my laptop again and either do some more needed brain exercises with my blog writing, edit some footage I took with my video camera, touch up some photos, or check out Facebook or Twitter once in a while, the latter being where I might find something I can contribute to and hopefully have some reciprocation from the Twittersphere, some much needed recognition for the work I put into cramming some great thoughts of mine into 140 characters or less. My thoughts on the #SonyHack? Just cowboy up and release the movie, see if the hackers are really serious about their threats or will be too cowardly to take any action once they realize we aren’t scared of them. Aren’t we the home of the free and the brave after all? Hopefully no one in East Asia is reading this because my front door is always left unlocked…and I’m not home.

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And after all the time taken to write this, I find out that it didn’t even post to the Daily Prompt grid. Damn pingbacks acting up again.

Photo 101: Day 6 – Connect

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Thank goodness I have cats because otherwise the assignment today would be a little difficult. I’m very shy about just walking up to people and asking to take their picture and even taking pictures of random people or even my family feels a little awkward. There’s nothing like two cats who have a certain connection to one another. My two felines are known to wrestle, fight, and run like wild horses after one another through the house, but, as is evident in these pictures, they love each other and seek one another for company and comfort. Because what else is there for these cats? Their worlds are so itty bitty small and having they being related to one another by species helps clear up some of the loneliness. I realize this assignment asked for more of a human approach but the ideal image for today was my cats, who also share a connection with me in a way (and they weren’t fussy about having their picture taken). Two animals of the same species – that’s my interpretation of connect.

#photo101

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A Week With My Camera

Man, my mind is taxed on this boring day. Just throwing up a bunch of pictures from my week and trying to find something to say.

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I love the amount of color in these peppers. They are truly wonderful assortments of vegetables. but for all it’s worth, aren’t peppers the same no matter what color they are? Stop light peppers. Cooking essentials. Nuts and bolts of any good chili.

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Tomatoes. No matter how hard I try, it is still not going to make me think of them as a fruit.

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Ooh, it’s a ladybug. Blurry though in this image. Found on the car seat. Orange with black spots. It wasn’t moving so I believe it was dead.

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No stopping, standing, or parking. Very thorough sign that shouts out, “Hey, don’t mess with me, or you’ll be in big trouble!” Red letters have an effect of making it the authority and meaningful. A big warning. NO is clearly established here.

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My cats have been fighting all this week. It is quite hilarious to see them tumble in a ball and wrestle for house dominance.

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The tussle begins…

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And they roll into a ball…

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But now they have made up. But that won’t be long. Frenemies. These cats are something else.

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Goldie sitting in the basket and winking at the moment this shot happened.

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October is here. Pumpkins are laid out over bales of hay. A couple of gourds sleep on top.

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This is what I call an October Sunrise. Taken on the day of the Blood Moon (that I attempted to get a picture with futile results – the best I got was a small orange dot, my junky camera not helping). The transition from dark blue to fiery orange to the black at the bottom is magnificent in this shot. Something definitely worthy of being framed.


Ready, Set, Done 4: When I’m Bored and Have Only Ten Minutes To Come Up With Something Meaningful.