Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Leap Year Age

I was thinking, 'If I was born on February 29th, and didn't take the other non-leap-years into consideration, I'd be 17 years old.' That's kinda' cool. I'd be young for a very long time, except that I wouldn't be able to drink a glass of my favorite Merlot for another four years in this state, and that wouldn't be cool.

In celebration of Leap Year, I got into the bag of dark chocolate mint truffles and had a wine glass full of Merlot this afternoon. This morning I drove out to the barn, rode my horses, took a hot shower when I got home, and  put on some "sweet smell". I feel like I'm 17.

For you mathematicians, if you do some figuring you'll find out how old I really am. If you don't feel like doing the math, or care how old I am, that's okay. Happy Leap Year, happy trails, have fun, and have a glass of Merlot on me.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Washington, H.P.

At breakfast this morning, Jon and I were discussing why Washington, D.C. is called "D.C." ( the District of Columbia). The Washington part is easy. It's named after our first President, George Washington. For me, the "D.C." part was too far back into the recceses of my brain to remember much about it.

 It's been a while since high school history class. So...I googled it. And this is what I found out: While George W. was rowing down the Potomac with his band of merry men, they all decided to get out some wacky tobacco from Columbia. They got so stoned, they decided to make Washington the capital of the United States of America without making it a state.

In 1791, after smoking seven boatloads of pot (wacky tobacco), our forefathers dedcided to call the land surrounding Virginia and Maryland, Washington, D.C., which comprises the Potomac River and other tributaries including the Amazon. That's the the real story. And I'm stickin' to it.

With all the shenanigans going on with our politicians, we need to call our legislatures and have them put a law into practice changing Washington, D.C. to Washington, H.P.  We all know what "H.P." stands for.

P.S. I got a D in history.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Meet Buzi

Meet Buzi (pronounced BOOjee). Buzi is the Polish word for "kiss". She's the newest addition to my family. I call her "Boo" for short.

Webster Veterinary Clinic (WVC) called me and and said that Buzi's previous owners abandoned her. They left her outside because they no longer wanted her. She had no food or water and lived under a porch for six months.

When neighbors discoverd her this winter, they fed her and gave her some shelter on their open porch, but she needed a warm, safe place to call home. The neighbors already had three cats who weren't very nice to Buzi, so they called a friend of theirs who happens to be a vet tech at WVC.

As soon as I got the call from the vet tech, I came and picked up Buzi from the clinic. She was vetted and declared healthy with all the appropriate shots and tests.

She's totally the opposite of Bear, who I had to euthanize six months ago. He was such a guy cat. She is such a princess. I'm very happy to have another cat. Bear will always and forever be missed. I truly believe he was instrumental, while living on the other side of the rainbow, in this cat being placed with me.

Look at her sweet face. How could anyone abandon her?! If I knew where they lived I'd dump a truckload of raw horse pucky in their driveway.

Buzi is as sweet as she looks and is very happy in her new home. She sleeps on a bed and not under a porch. She has unlimited amounts of food, fresh water. and most importantly she is loved. The princess has a forever home with me. 

Friday, February 3, 2012

Funky Socks

Funky Socks
It makes me happy to wear funky socks. Family and friends, who know this, buy me all sorts of socks for Christmas, birthdays, and for no other reason than to know it's my most favorite gift to receive. Socks have so many fun colors, patterns, and textures. With the new materials on the market, you can't go wrong with a cuddly pair of socks on your feet. Honestly, I'd rather get a frolicking-good-time pair of socks than a new Mercedes Benz.

Socks reflect the mood I'm in when I wear them, so there's no fooling anyone when people check out my feet to see the type of foot covering I'm sporting on any given day. Stay out of my way when I wear black socks!

I love those funky socks. My frame of mind is light-hearted 'cause I have a pair of the purple and blue striped ones on as I compose this post. Then again, it's Friday and I'm really looking forward to the weekend...socks or no socks.