Annie has passed away

Please keep Jackie in your thoughts and prayers as she goes through her time of grief.
Babs

SHE DID IT...SHE DID IT

SHE USED THE LITER BOX...

HELPING YOU THROUGH THE WEEKEND

Annie is back to her "this is my world and I'm only allowing you to rent space in it" mood..We spend almost all day outside in the sun..she sunned, cleaned her ass and I raked, planted, weeded, chased the mother fucking squirrel that has decided to be the bane of my existence. The little fucker has broken 5 of my bird feeders...and when I left him his own bowl of seed so he'd leave theirs alone...he tore it up and scattered it all over the yard..Some one is going to be sporting a brand new squirrel skin cap before long ...So anyfucking how..Annie and I come in because it's getting dark, I need to eat and I don't want her to wear herself out..so while I'm eating she's over by the door scratching and meowing to get out...'no no sweet girl, you have to stay in, I don't want you to wear yourself out or hurt yourself.'...so what do I get in return for my love and care.? She craps right in front of the door, wobbles over to me..sits down in front of me and in 'kitty talk' said "take that bitch"...Then to make sure she got the point across she peed on the chair. So I'm assuming the little bitch is getting better...
Hope these bring you a little enjoyment over the weekend..and always remember:The 3 most over rated things in America are:mack trucks, teenage pussy and the F.B.I...........have a good weekend..It's going to be in the 80's here and will be outside with the 'bitch' and working on my garden. Fuckme with a jigsaw...I'll never get another cat again.

For some reason this one really made me laugh..probably because Holy Shit is one of my favorite expressions...

Prayers for Annie

Annie is spending the night at the vet tonight. Her liver is failing. More will be known after blood work is done, but tonight she's resting and getting extra fluids.
Jackie is devastated and blaming herself for not knowing what was wrong with Annie. It's very hard to see jaundice in a cat.
Please send healing thoughts and prayers to Annie and Jackie.
Thanks,
Babs

.......NAME MY PUSSY.......

and while your at it...see if you can think of a name for my new solid white, blue eyed furry male kitten...yes, we have a new edition to the family..Karen the manager had mentioned a while back that she had a cat that just had babies, and I declined, thinking she had forgotten to collect the $150 for having Annie but if I got another cat it might stir her into remembering..but I guess she wanted to find a home for the kittens more than she wants the pet deposit for the cats...she came by this morning with this fluff...he's soooo cute..solid white, pink , pink ears, and the bluest eyes you've ever seen..these pictures I found don't do him justice..So far Annie is ok with it..she pretty much ignores him and likes to lick him but he keeps trying to nurse her and that freaks her out..he keeps intruding into her 'space' and she walks off..he follows...she whacks him..he discovers some lint on the floor and chases it for awhile, waiting for her to forget the whack and then back he goes..But I don't have a name for him...so here's where you guys come in...name the pussy..it has to be a name that goes with me and the household...Annie being named after Ann Richards...now if it was a female I would just name it Molly after Molly Ivins and let it go at that..but it's a male..I thought about calling him Yellowdog...but afraid it would fuck him up..Ohh, they're playing hide and go seek..isn't that cute..oh wait...they're not playing hide and go seek, the kitty is hiding from Annie who is trying to whack him again..so it's more hide and save your ass..I will think of a prize for the person that picks the best name..something Czech from West..or I could just send the kitty to you....

fuckme till I shed...

.......IT ALL STARTED WITH A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.......

Last Wednesday I got up early as the management had arranged for our apartments to be sprayed for piss ants...For those of you who don't know what piss ants are...good for you, cause they are some pain in the ass little fuckers...Tiny wee fuckers and love to swarm over opened cans of cat food and assorted other treats..So I'm up and there's a knock at the door...think aha...the bug people...nope..it's the lady next door Claudette..She says:"You want to go to Caritas?"...I'm thinking ok(Caritas is a used store that is like Salvation Army) I have nothing to do but hang around and watch them kill bugs...so I kiss the cat, grab my purse and I'm off...We're going to go in her car...some where in the back of my pea brain is a little voice saying:"Hey stupid, isn't she the one that wrecked 2 cars?".....My other little voice is saying:"Shaddap...we're only going to Caritas here in West...how dangerous can it be?"....We get into her car and she starts it and it dies, she starts it and it dies, she starts it and it ...well, you get the picture..finally she starts it, guns the engine so loud and long people were coming out on their porch to see what the fuck was going on...I am still thinking...we're only going 2 miles..we're only going 2 miles...
She immediately starts a process of driving which consists of a lot of jerking the wheel and sudden bursts of speed followed by slamming on the brakes...my mantra is now 2miles up..2 miles back...She drives to the Czech stop and fills up the gas tank...hmmm....we're only going 4 miles round trip..right?...Then she whips the car in the frontage road lane and heads for I-35...........oh fuck!....I say:"UH....I thought we were going to Caritas." she whips the wheel back pulling us out of the path of a semi.."Oh, we're going to the one on 5th and Mary...in Waco...(after much wheel jerking, speeds up to 80 miles an hour, most of which was done in the on coming lane, she remembers that it is 15th and Mary and we are fucking lost.)I finally get us to the right place as I used to deliver Jones-Blair Paint down in that area..On the ride to Waco (where I have both my feet mashed on the floor board and a double hand death grip on the seat belt)..she tells me that Caritas has a store where if you are illegible you can get food, clothes, house wear, etc. for free..I'm thinking they better be giving me porter house and a fine fucking Bordeaux for this trip from hell...We get there at 9:30am......we got out of there at 4fuckingpm...I got a frozen chicken, canned vegetables, soups, shampoos, soap, toilet paper, beans rice, noodles, peanut butter, jelly, a huge sack full of home made bread, butter, 6 ears of corn on the cob, a plastic bag the size of a suitcase full of smashed frozen onions, a canned boned chicken, and a package of kotex. 7 and one half fucking hours in a room with 80 people( I was 66)...and each one of those people had 3 kids hanging on to them and screaming at the top of their lungs...When will parents learn that standing across the room screaming "if you don't stop that I'm going to slap the shit out of you"...to your kid will not actually make them ...'Stop that'...I was torn between actually smacking the kid and smacking the parent..Well, I know that this is a great program for families with kids and I am glad that they have it, but in the parking lot were beamers, suv's, Lexus's, and shinny new trucks...also several people were selling their groceries for cash...I will fight Annie tooth and nail for her cans of Friskies before I go back there...fuck me till I say "next".....
The only good thing about the entire day was we were both hungry when we got out of there and we went to Sonic and I got a corn dog, small ff, and small Dr.Pepper...It may have been the best thing I have ever eaten in my entire fucking life...When I opened up my little sack with my corn dog and saw there was no mustard...I snapped...I jacked that window down, stuck my head out and roared:"Hey, lady...I didn't get any mustard with my corn dog."....Three car-hops were right there with my mustard... I spread it on the little paper envelope it came it and ate the whole thing, paper, corn dog stick and all...I licked the paper bag it came in..I saved the ff for when I got home...but I stuck my nose in the little carton it came in and alternated between smelling the ff's and sucking on the cubes of ice to get all of the flavor of Dr.Pepper that I could..Which kept me from freaking out that Claudette drove in the wrong lane almost all the way home..

Tuesday when I had worked at the library for Henrietta I got out at 7pm and didn't feel like cooking dinner, so thought I would go to the old bar where I used to hang out as it is not a bar and they make BBQ and is supposed to be terrific...So I pulled into the parking lot and went through some major flash backs..this being the place where I spent a good percentage of my time sucking down beers and making my own drinks with my BYOB of Rum, Whiskey, Vodka and the occasional bottle of Tequila....I remember waking up in my little blue jeep and was confused..got out of the jeep and went inside and asked Jerry the owner:"How long as it been since I was here last(we would bar hop all over town)? and she said about 2 hours...why? I said:"Cause I woke up in the jeep from where I had passed out and didn't know if I was coming....or going.."
So you can see I wasn't thrilled about being there, but most food places were closed and that BBQ smelled so good..In I go...and I wasn't 3 feet inside the door and people were yelling and screaming and laughing and OH MY God, HOLY Shit and I DON'T BELIEVE IT... fuck..I thought it would be a new crowd..but it was the same old bunch of drunks...Patsy who works at the Community Grocery was there with another old drinking buddy girlfriend..So I had a Dr. Pepper and a bbq sandwich and let them talk me into coming back this past Friday for ladies night...Only on the condition that I don't have to be a lady I says....which really made them laugh..
Saturday at 7pm I made my grand entrance...to the X-CAPITAL, X-STRICKY COUNTRY, -THE DEPOT AND Currently now:JACK AND DIANE'S BBQ..Wearing my old Stricky Country T-Shirt ...the said t-shirt being 20plus years old, I wasn't going for style...It was pretty much like I had stepped into a time warp....Dingy Debbie was there, JD was there(he was 10 the last time I saw him), Patsy, Gary the Budweiser Driver, Santiago the pool player, Pat the painter, brother of old friend, and many many more..Mostly new faces as I think the rest croaked..David is gone, Tennis Shoe is gone, Agnes is gone, Tommy is gone, Red is gone, lot of them gone...But the only two that are still here and not drinking ..are me and Santiago...I don't want to say that I didn't have a good time...but ..........I didn't have a good time...I played pool and considering that I haven't played serious pool in 15 years..I did ok...I racked more than I broke, but I didn't embarrass myself...but by 11:30 I was more than ready to go home...the smoke was killing me, the inane drunk conversations were boring me to fucking tears...Plus Gary kept trying to get me into the back of the Bud truck..I finally told him, Gary, if I wouldn't fuck you when I was drinking..what makes you think I will fuck you if I'm sober??? He just grinned that hey I'm drunk and ain't I cute grin that men think will get them out of a head slap..It didn't bother me hanging around them while they drank and I was not..what bothered me is that at one time I thought this was the best time ever...or not so much that it was a good time as it was what I did and what I knew...The only good part of the night was 2 different people wanted to know what I was doing in the retirement apts as I am not old enough...I said I'm 63..I'm more than old enough..both though I was in late 40's or early 50's...a sure sign that they need to cut back on the beer...I also had some kid (19-20) ask me if I wanted some dip..and I said "NO thanks, I just had a bar of soap."....he looked at me and said, "what does that mean?" and I said"it means I have already had something nasty in my mouth so I don't need any dip."...he thought that was hysterical and went around and was telling everyone what I said.. At least that Jackie story didn't have me drunk and saying fuck a lot..


So that was my adventure for the week...that's not even counting the attack of Annie against a black bird and it got lose in the house and I had bird, bird feathers and a wild pussy racing through the house...oh...and I won some kind of thinking blog award..me and cyberoutlaw and 3 other blogs...how cool is that...I will post about it Monday or Tuesday...Cause I'm kinda proud of it...
Fuckme till I dip...