What a difference a day makes...

The trees were really beautiful this fall. I was almost late for work because I ran back to get the camera for this shot. I thought the weather was about to change...sadly, I was right.

Emmy out prowling in the privacy fenced, impervious to trespassers, and escape attempts yard, for what would be the last time for awhile. It turns out she's a fair weather cat. She hasn't set foot outside since the snow started falling.

Poor Talouse has snow on his antlers. What's a poor moose to do?


The newspaper said that we got more snow in the past two days than we did in the entire past year. Where the h*ll is this global warming they keep telling us about? I say bring it on!

I resemble that remark

I recently joined Freecycle.

If you don't already know, the Freecycle network is a non-profit organization serving to help people and reduce the amount of waste going into landfills. I joined the local group in order to find homes for several items I no longer had a use for.

People who need an item, or have an item to give, email the group moderator who either approves or denies the request. If approved, it is emailed out to all the members who then respond to the individual.

Today as I was reading requests from folks on Freecycle, I came upon this one:

Gordon S [CoeurdaleneFreecycleTM] seeking marbles.

As sorry as I am to hear that Gordon has lost his, it gave me an idea. Since I seem to be in a similar situation, I think I will try asking for some myself.

Radioactive?

My brother Mike is a doter. He took wonderful care of our mother and now of our dad. He spoils his nephew (Wolf), Uncle John, the kid-cousins and pretty much everyone he knows, (including myself) rotten.

His dog, Shasta, is as extremely well taken care of and so are his two newly acquired cats.

A few examples...

His cats, Cuddles, the one he inherited from Lois our favorite neighbor, and Floyd, the one that traded in his old owner (traded up in my opinion), were shedding quite a lot. I attributed it to the change in weather, but Mike set out to find a solution to the problem.

Since neither of them were fond of being brushed (can you say kevlar gloves and sleeves needed?), he went to Pet Smart and bought them kitty treats that were guaranteed to prevent excessive hair loss in felines.

There was one catch...you had to get them to eat them. Neither cat was at all interested in the crunchy delights, in fact they avoided them like the plague...going so far as to walk around them on the floor or even leave the room altogether.

Mike, in his infinite wisdom, decided that the treats were RADIOACTIVE so I agreed to take them home with me.

My cat, Emily, did NOT find them radioactive, in fact she loved them so much that she carried the bag around in her mouth...she loved them so much that I have recently bought stock in the company.


Not long after the ill-fated cat treat adventure, Mike went online in search of the perfect cat condo.

A few weeks later it arrived in the mail. Standing almost 7 feet tall it had seven levels upon which were situated a house, a cave, several pedestals of varying sizes and a hammock. Yes...a hammock. :-|

Once again...RADIOACTIVE

Apparently Emily is immune to radiation.

And the answer is....

Since none of you correctly guessed what the photo was on my last (slacker) post, I will save the all-expense paid trip for the next guess-athon and drink the half bottle of Strawberry Hill (hee hee, hiccup--oops, I already did).

So now let me set the scene for the photo...

For decades the basement in the Absarokee house remained dry, only flooding during storms of biblical proportions. For the past several years, for one reason or another (and believe me I do have my theories), the basement has flooded despite our having put pumps down there.

This year my brother decided to be ready.

He spent many a weekend chipping the concrete from around the French drain in the basement. He worked his tail off to create a sump so that he could put a float-controlled pump in it.


Those are 5 gallon buckets...so you can see how large the rock is.


I showed up just in time to help him plumb it in and take a few photos, of course.

Including this lovely one of a long-deceased arachnid of some type.


You have probably guessed by now that the photo in the last post was a close up of the sump he built.


Let the rains come!

Laughter, the best medicine!

This is not my cat, my bathtub or even my bathroom. I used this picture to illustrate what my cat did last night as I lay in a steaming tub of water hoping to unblock my sinuses which had been cemented shut for the past several days.

After moping about all day, feeling sorry for myself, working when I had the energy and generally feeling like the world was abusing me in every way possible, I decided enough was enough and ran myself a hot bubble bath.

I love my apartment. Even though when the neighbor children come and go it sounds like a herd of wildabeasts have invaded the building, even though you can't run the microwave and the toaster at the same time without throwing at least one breaker, even though the washing machine spins so out of control that it knocks my pictures off the wall...I love my apartment.

Not only does it have ginormous windows, central heat and air and the quaintest kitchen in the free world (yes, yes, I'll post some pictures eventually...don't nag me!!), it has a REAL BATHTUB. You know the kind...real ceramic. Not the plastic crap they use now-adays, but real old fashioned ceramic. It has molded edges and feels nice to the touch. The water stays warm in it FOREVER and it is long and deep.

That's what I'm talking about...a soaking tub.

I placed my special bath salts (lovingly bought by none other than Wolf, the best son in the universe) in the steeping hot water and watched as the aromatic bath tonic melted in. I inched my sore, tired, achy, strep infected body into the almost too hot to stand water and lay there listening to jazz on xm radio.

I'm not sure how much time passed, but it was awhile. I dozed off and was awaked by the touch of my sweet Emmy cat's soft paw on my arm. Obviously concerned about me, she was sitting on the edge of the bathtub watching me...with her tail in the water. I thought she must not know it's in the water, so I gently removed it and placed it back on the tub edge. Back in the water it went...moving as though it was paddling. I removed it several more times, telling her "cats don't like water, Em"...but she didn't listen and back in the water it went over and over again.

I'd have given my left kidney for an actual photo of Emmy's tail in the water, but alas I was unable to get up to get the camera without disturbing her, so I just sat in the tub and watched her tail swimming in the warm water.

And laugh, oh mercy, did I laugh. I laughed so hard I cried.

It had been awhile since I laughed that way...the last time was in Denver with Wolf. It felt so so good! I could feel myself starting to heal right then and there and sure enough...today I am feeling nearly normal, whatever that is for me...lol!

So thanks to my favorite kitty in the universe, for reminding me to laugh.

Oh the joys...

...of working from home.

My tidy little work space.



OK, so there were a few kitty toys on the floor. What self respecting cat lover doesn't have cat toys worth more than their annual salary around the house? But look how neat and tidy the workspace was.

Emphasis on WAS.


Hi mom, whatcha doing? Can I help in any way?


Yes, those are my important papers and paperclips that spilled out of the holder when she threw it on the floor.

Yes, folks, it wasn't enough that she batted the papers to the floor, she then looked me in the eye and knocked the paperclips off too.

She was going for the hole punch (and wouldn't that have made a lovely mess) when I picked her up off of the table and put her on the floor. As you can imagine that didn't go over very well, so being the strict disciplinarian and incredible cat whisperer that I am, I went and opened up a can of albacore tuna and put it into her dish. That held her attention for nanoseconds and then she was back to cause more trouble.


She looks like a vulture, doesn't she?

Finally everything settled down and she fell to sleep in the middle of my bed. I tippy-toed back to my work space and struggled to meet my (personal) deadline.

Typing oh, so, very, quietly so as not to awaken the little darling. Please, dear god, don't let the keys make so much noise! I have a deadline!!

Well darn, that didn't work out very well for me did it?

My trip to Denver, the turbo edition

I know I promised photos of my trip to Denver and I really did intend to provide you with them, but once again I was too busy living in the moment to take photos...

But I do so want to let you know that I had a splendid time in Denver and things could not have been better, so here's the Cliff's Notes version of day one my trip:

Friday morning at 5 am I got up, threw a few things (OK maybe more than a few) into my bag and met my buddy downstairs. We managed to stuff my few things (ha) into the trunk of his brand new California Edition Mustang (bright red, it's a beauty I tell ya) and we were off.

About midway to Denver, my friend offered me a chance to drive the 'Stang and of course, me being me and all, I jumped at the chance. It was obvious that my driving scared him badly...
Once we got to Denver, I dropped myself off at my son's and Wolf and I headed for the mall. We did some shopping; Hot Topic, Bath and Bodyworks, the Piercing Pagoda and a few other places and then took a bit of a break. I hadn't eaten much and was a bit woozy so we stopped at the food court where I picked up a raspberry parfait to munch on.

While eating I decided to put in the earrings I had purchased. I had a difficult time getting them in my ear but finally persevered (remember this because it will become important in a later blog post...)!

After my snack I was full of energy again and we continued our shopping extravaganza. I noticed a nail salon and Wolf offered to pay for a manicure and pedicure for me. I am all woman, so of course I said YES!

There was a short wait so we walked off to do a bit more shopping. As we passed by one of those fun-photo booths, Wolf and I both (at the same time, if you can imagine) said "let's take our picture!"

My son is a very tall, very broad shouldered guy. He stands 6'4 1/2 in his stocking feet and I can't help but think he has about the broadest shoulders of any man I've ever met.

At first I sat on the bench and he tried to slide in beside me. If you've ever been in one of those booths, you'll know what I'm talking about...there was not much room to navigate in there!

We finally got settled and inserted the credit card. You are supposed to be able to adjust the angle of the camera up and down, but our adjuster doohickey thingamabob (that's the technical term for it) was broken.

We burst out laughing and the series of photos that follows is the result. In the last photo Wolf told me to "look pensive". How I love that kid.

One more thing...can someone please tell me how many gazillion pounds I have to lose before I lose the second (and third) chin? Sheeeeeesh!!!!

And with that whiny comment, I bid you adieu...I'll fill you in on more of our fun adventures in a day or so.

Hugs to all... Laurie

A whole lotta nothing going on...

I have absolutely nothing witty or funny or even mildly interesting to say lately, so I've not posted a thing in awhile.

I've been busier than usual at work and have not even had time to visit your blogs and for that I apologize. Things are vewwy vewwy good, but I've been vewwy vewwy busy! I have taken on, once again, more work than I should, and since I am me and all, i feel I must have it all done before I allow myself to go to Denver to visit my son.

Yes, you heard it here...I'm going to Denver to see Wolf for Easter! It will be a quick trip, but well worth it.

I will try to take lots of pictures and maybe even post one or two from there...I know, I know...famous last words.

None-the-less, that's my story and I'm stickin' to it!

Oh, I do have one semi-funny thing to report. At a meeting yesterday I saw a woman I hadn't seen in nearly a year. She took one look at me and said, "you look gaunt, have you been sick?" I laughed and said that I had not been sick, in fact I felt better than I had in years.

When I got home I looked up the word gaunt. According to Dictionary.com it means:

gaunt–adjective, -er, -est.

1.	extremely thin and bony; haggard and drawn, as from great hunger, weariness, or torture; emaciated.

2.	bleak, desolate, or grim, as places or things: a gaunt, windswept landscape.

My hope is that she meant 1. extremely thin and bony rather than haggard and drawn or worse yet bleak, desolate or grim...

And FYI, I am far from thin and bony (although looking at my most recent picture, some might say I am a bit haggard--haha!!).


Hugs and much love to you all, some even more than others (you know who you are).

The one where Laurie shows you her apartment mops the universe.

Today was going to be the day. It really was. All day yesterday I worked spuriously (a combination of speedily and furiously--trust me, if you knew me in person you would give me this word, even in Scrabble--it's so me) to finish my work projects for the week. Due to a hard drive failure on my work computer, I had lost most of the data I need to complete what I had deemed my "to do" list for the weekend, so I spent countless hours reinventing the wheel.

I compiled the data I needed for a presentation I'll be doing later in the month and put together graphs and charts. I sorted through hundreds and hundreds of work photos and organized them into files. I also did a major update to the work website. All this in order to be able to spend today taking photos of my apartment to blog for you.

The day dawned bright and beautiful. It was cold, mind you, at least it felt cold to me on my morning walk. When I passed by the bank thermometer/clock thingy (that's the technical term for it--trust me) it said it was 28 degrees F, but it felt colder because there was a bit of a breeze.

After my walk, I made a crockpot of my soon-to-be famous spaghetti sauce and set about straightening up the apartment. I swept and mopped, I cleaned and organized. I put away the last couple of boxes from my move all the while jammin' to the tunes on XM Radio.

I also washed several loads of laundry. This is my cat Emily's favorite part of cleaning day because the washer and dryer are located right outside one of the doors to the apartment and she gets to run up and down the stairs and explore the hall to her hearts content while the clothes wash.

I was just finishing the vacuuming when I saw Emmy coming toward me. She was acting very strangely...shaking her feet as she walked. She had a peevish expression on her face and she was squeaking. Emmy doesn't meow, she squeaks...I'm pretty sure it's because she thinks she's a dog. She was raised by a border collie and a Welsh corgi and she hates cats. When she sees her own reflection in the full-length mirror, she puffs up and starts to hiss...I think she's a cog or maybe even a dat, but I digress...

I picked her up and to my shock, she was wet! Her pretty little white feet were filthy dirty and sopping wet. I put her down and followed her out into the hall where I saw a steady stream of water pouring out from under the door that connects my hallway to that of the hallway of the other apartment in the building. This hallway also houses the hot water heater and the **gasp** drain to my washing machine, which apparently was and had been for awhile, plugged! A tsunami of water came rushing down the hallway when I opened the door and water poured down the stairs of the building.

Crap! So much for my plans to take photos of my apartment today.

I turned off the washer, rolled up my sweatpants, gathered up a bucket (actually an aluminum turkey roasting pan I use for Chex Mix when my son is here--I promise I'll buy a new one Wolf) and my mop and set to work.

The apartment building is still a work in progress. Eventually there will be another tenant, but for now it's just me and Emmy. The contractor is in the process of remodeling and a lot of his things were in the room where the flood originated. I moved everything out so that I could begin to clean up the mess. Emmy, as you can see from the photo below, didn't really mind wandering the soggy halls. Doesn't she know that cats hate water?


Numerous hours and too many gallons of water to count later, my job was finished. Me, being me and all, decided that just mopping up the flood wasn't enough, I had to go back through and mop it all with lysol so it wouldn't smell "funky" after it dried.

While the hallway may not have smelled funky, I can't say the same for my feet. Can you see how dirty they are? (Nice red toenails though, don't you think?)

Not to worry, I just dipped them in the bathroom sink and washed them off. I was quite surprised to see how easily I was able to put my foot up there. Losing weight has really paid off for me, don't you think? ha!!! (By the way, for those of you totally disgusted with me for using the sink this way, please know that I cleaned and disinfected it thoroughly after taking this picture)

So anyway, my motives were pure and I really meant to post "the one where Laurie shows you her apartment", but the floodwaters prevented me from doing so. I will leave you with a photo of my beautiful (at least I think it's beautiful) bedroom. It's so warm and cozy and comfy I look forward to going to bed at night for the first time in a very long time.

I really will post pictures of the rest of the place next weekend. I promise. Unless, of course, I'm visited by a plague of locusts.

I've been such a busy little bee...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I've been a bad blogger. But sometimes real life gets in the way of blogging and as my mom used to say, I've been busier than a one legged woman in a butt kicking contest.

But I wanted to update you all and let you know I'm moved in, stuff is put away and my cat is happier than I can remember her being in years.

I've got hardwood floors, big honkin' windows, 3 bedrooms, a very cool, quaint kitchen and a living room you could bowl in.

I went from velvet unicorns on the wall, to my own stuff displayed everywhere. I had forgotten how much I love my artwork (such as it is). The paintings done by my mom's dear friend Ruth, the maps, the family photos, the artwork my dad brought back from France after WW II.

All of these things had been in storage and now they are mine to see every day.

Life really is good and I promise, I really do promise, to post some pictures of my new digs soon.

Really... I promise...

OK, I'll try...

And more importantly I will find the time to comment on your blogs.

I miss and love you all.

Big hugs, Laurie