Friday Cat Blogging

At the moment, I am fostering four felines. Yes, four. One of which is a kitten.

This article makes me cry.

Fears

more animals


Explains why my cats are not even allowed near my laptop...

Looking Down

Space is big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind- bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist's, but that's just peanuts to space.

Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
English humorist & science fiction novelist (1952 - 2001)

(Quote seems to fit the picture. Picture taken at Jackson Bog one week ago. One of the first pictures taken with my new Nikon D-200).

It's Only a Paper Moon

It is a full moon this evening. Here is a favorite song to honor it:

Unique and Profound

You Are Disturbingly Profound

You're contemplative, thoughtful, and very intense. Taking time to figure out the meaning of life is a priority for you. Because you're so introspective, you often react in ways that surprise people. No one can really understand how you are on the inside... and that disturbs them.

Are You Disturbingly Profound or Profoundly Disturbing?

After a discussion with a friend of mine that I am perhaps one of the most unique people he has come across, I am not too surprised at the results of this blog quiz. Yes, I have a tendency to be misunderstood by some, but only because they don't take the time to really get to know me.

Friday Cat Blogging

Laser Cats: SNL

Jaj Istennem!

So, Dr. D., calls me last night to ask how my skin is feeling from my bogging adventures. Slathered in topicals and drugged up on antihistamines, at least I am no longer am feeling like I want to scrape off my entire dermal layer.

So, he asks me what the deal was with the Hungarians and their outfits at the opening ceremonies?

Huh? I did not watch the opening ceremonies considering I was busy with other things. Besides, I told him that I was having my own quiet little boycott of the Olympics and not watching them.

So, I decided to look up what the fuss was about the Hungarians and their outfits.

Oh, dear. A fashion faux pas if I ever saw one. What were they thinking? Did coming to a communist country hit a raw nerve for them and impair their thinking on the matter? Or was this a quiet protest of sorts? An attempt on getting a psychological edge?

As a country of people who has always managed to uphold a sense of elegant style even during the most oppressive times, I am dumbfounded.

In the meantime, as a fellow Hungarian American, I think I will go bury my head in the sand for a while...

Jaj Istennem!

Bride to Be?

This past weekend I attended a wedding reception. It was fun. I was amused to be called the "fiery redhead on the dance floor". The fiery part might have been slightly exaggerated.

Anyhow, for the first time in my life, I was the single girl to catch the bridal bouquet. As many know, the girl who catches the bridal bouquet is supposed to be the next one to get married.

The interesting part is that I have no prospective groom on the horizon...

Sigh.

Oh well, I still consider catching the bouquet an auspicious sign. All who noted that I caught the bouquet exclaimed that it was meant to be considering that there were orchids (orchids are my favorite) in the bouquet. Perhaps the winds will change in my favor?

Bog Girl

Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.
Albert Einstein

I went to three bogs yesterday. Weather conditions were perfect for photography in the wetlands. The mosquitoes thought so as well.

How those damned things manage to penetrate through my clothing still mystifies me. I now realize I have no choice but to buy some serious protective clothing because quite frankly, I am tired of itching and swelling.

I realize this is a problem when my ankles swell up to the point of looking like I have "cankles". Other parts of my body are swollen as well. It is time to upgrade the protection.

I itch, therefore I am...

Thief be damned

Since I am somewhat of a botanical enthusiast, I have a lot of unsual and some even rare botanical treasures. I estimate my total plant collection to be around 100 (I stopped counting at 60). Only a small handful of people whom I trust have seen my entire collection--for good reason as I don't want some of my treasures stolen and sold on the black market--no joke. Yes, there really exists a black market for some of the things I own.

One of my favorite, but not rare plants is my Meyer Lemon tree. I have have nutured it for about five years. Each year it blooms flowers that smell like fragrant jasmine. Pure delight on the olfactory senses. Each year the blossoms set fruit, but no sooner does the ovary start to swell, the tiny fruits drop. So, I nutured it and babied it some more. Last year the fruits got to be about the size of a small pea before they dropped. At least progress. But I came to accept the fact that most likely, I will never get any fruit off of it.

Somehow, through trial and error, I finally got two fruits to grow to well, the size of lemons. I was estatic. Each day I watched them grow larger and larger. Just waiting for the day for the green color to lighten...

Until yesterday. When someone ripped off one of the lemons from the tree. The tear marks still evident on the branch.

This is just to spite me. Just to tear away at the little joy it brought to my daily life. Because it meant something to me and brought me delight.

So, I learned my lesson. I took my tree home yesterday and nestled it with my other plants. From now on, I no longer show my treasures. Someday I will build a greenhouse--even if I have to build it with my own two hands. I will put on it a lock and security system. If that security system goes off, I come out with a shotgun...

For the thief? I hope that Karma bites you so hard in your big ass that you can't sit for a month...