tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65617310165378878602024-03-13T22:55:47.827-04:00Ramblings of a Villas GirlRamblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.comBlogger281125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-55079129039351854282015-03-29T20:31:00.000-04:002015-03-31T07:52:19.504-04:00The story of Kitty<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">There was a black and white cat in the neighborhood for years. Every time she would see me, she would run. I had tried several times to befriend her and feed her, but she was just to scare and would run away. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">That is until </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Halloween night 2013. My neighbor's cat Kat came over followed by a cat I had called Kat's Kitten. I fed Kat and Kat's Kitten hung around and I was able to feed her without her running away. She kept her distance, but didn't run. We were finally making progress.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">She would come around more often for food, but always at a distance. You could tell she hadn't eaten a good meal in a long time and she was sick. She had runny eyes and nose and sneezed like crazy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">The weather started getting colder and I got the huts all set up just encase she decided to stay. She stayed and kept warm in the hut. Her health started to improve with regular meals. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">Gradually I was able to pet her. During this time, there was a lot of blood shed. I went through a lot of cursing and band-aids, but she learned to trust me more and more.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">It was around this time I decided she needed a name besides Kat's kitten. Most names just didn't fit and we ended up with Kitty.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">I wanted her to come in, but the problem was Ralphy and Yipper. I knew Ralphy wouldn't be a problem, but Yipper would be. I would hold the door open a bit so Kitty could look in and Ralphy could look out. Kitty being the little bitch she was, would swat at Ralphy. Being the good boy he is, Ralphy would swat back, but think it was play time. Yipper didn't want any parts of this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">When Ralphy & Yipper were sleeping, I would hold the door open for Kitty, inviting her in. She was interested, but hesitant to come in. I think she was fearful of Ralphy. Then one day, she decided to run in. She ran around the house, scare and right out the back door. I was disappointed, but happy. We were making more progress.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">Then one night when I came home, she greeted me at the front door. I opened the door and in she ran. This was the first night she spent in. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">It was touch and go until the first bad cold snap of this winter. She came in and would only go out on the back deck with me and then in. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">Her and Ralphy got along quite well, which I knew they would. Yipper and her not so much. Which I knew they wouldn't. But would with time. And in time, they did. They started to run and play with one another.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">We kept working on our trust of each other. Neither one of us trusting the other 100%, but we were close. She would greet me at the door when I came home for lunch and after work. She had a habit of jumping up for pets and if I didn't bend down quick enough for her, she would twirl around on her hind legs like, 'look at me. Aren't I just too cute? I know you want to pet me.' And I would laugh and give her lots of pets.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">Kitty was not meant to be a totally inside kitty. As the temperatures warmed and the sun shone, she wanted out. When I came home for lunch, she greeted me half way down the sidewalk, meowing, standing and walking in front of me. She would then come in and join me on the couch for a nice petting.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">Kitty went out the morning of March 21, 2015 and I haven't seen her since. My heart is breaking. I am constantly looking for her. I've called animal control. I've call the shelter. I've been to the shelter when they said they had a cat just brought in from my area that resembled her description. It wasn't her. Both animal control and the shelter have her on the lost and found list. They have my number just encase.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">My friend keeps telling me she'll come home, but with every day that passes, my hope that she will diminishes. She was becoming a pampered puss. She liked being inside on crappy days. We've had rain, snow and cold temperatures since then. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">My heart is breaking for a lot of reasons. I had hoped that she would become an inside kitty. We had come so far trusting each other. Not knowing where she is. Is she okay? And the saddest part for me is, I don't even have a picture of her. I do on my cellphone, but it is one of the cheapy trac phones and I don't know how to transfer the picture to my computer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">I miss my Kitty. Ralphy misses her too. Even Yipper has looked around for her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">Not knowing if she is okay or not is the worst. I tell myself she will come home, but in my heart, I know that's not true. She would have come home by now if she could.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: large;">I also tell myself that if she doesn't come home, at least she was able to experience, probably for the first time in her life, warmth, friendship and contentment. But most of all, she experienced love. And she was loved...</span>Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-78148493243597169412012-10-29T14:27:00.000-04:002012-10-29T14:27:37.359-04:00Bracing for Sandy<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've prepared for Sandy as much as I could. Everything outside that could blow is either away or tied down.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">It's about 2:20 P.M. and the wind is blowing and the rain is pounding. They say it's only gonna get worse.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Sandy is such a massive storm that even if one wanted to leave, there's really no place to go.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Lost cable about a half hour ago. Praying the electric doesn't go out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">It is at times like this I wish I didn't live alone. I have the three fur-babies, but they're not much company right now. Two are hiding somewhere and the other is sound asleep.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I'm not to proud to say that I'm afraid.</span>Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-17262285881398985282012-04-23T20:08:00.002-04:002012-04-23T20:08:48.864-04:00Ralphy Update<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A couple weeks ago, I had to rush Ralphy back to the emergency vet. He was not going to the bathroom and very lethargic.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When the vet tried to squeeze his bladder to see if anything would come out, nothing did. He said he bladder was the size of a tennis ball. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Called again the next day and he was doing really well and I could pick him up. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">We have made great progress since his been home. His appetite is returning. Having a hard time with the food. Finally found a urinary canned food he likes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The emergency vet called several days after we were home and he is crystal free.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The problem is still the devil cat that is terrorizing them. I have tried everything I can think of in the trap, but it will not go in.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Both Ralphy & Yipper are afraid to be outside. Ralphy will go out with me, but will not get down off the deck.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">And please send good thoughts that I trap devil cat and get him out the neighborhood and my fur-babies lives go back to happy and fear free. </span></div>Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-31816238126707274322012-04-01T12:51:00.003-04:002012-04-01T13:45:51.614-04:00Ralphy<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dRvUUayvuVY/T3iQgQl8mBI/AAAAAAAADvI/PFLpty-U43A/s1600/Ralphy%2B-%2B10-28-11.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726485810085926930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dRvUUayvuVY/T3iQgQl8mBI/AAAAAAAADvI/PFLpty-U43A/s400/Ralphy%2B-%2B10-28-11.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>It seems like whenever I post a blog, it has to do with my fur babies. This one is no exception.<br /></div><br /><div>For about a month now, I've been trying to get my Ralphy well. He was having problems peeing so I took him to the vet. They said he had a bladder infection and gave him a shot of antibiotics. They said that food plays a big role in causing these problems with male cats. So I also came home with special canned and dry food. I put the canned food down and both Ralphy & Yipper did the stinky face and literally ran from the food. </div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>A week later, my friend took me and Ralphy to the emergency vet. They did a urine analysis test. Gave me pill antibiotics, muscle relaxers, pain meds and two different kinds of canned food. The vet also gave me information on this problem. Well that canned food went over about as good as the first one did. At least they both like the dry food.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>The urine analysis showed high levels of crystals. They told me to really keep and eye on him. If I notice him not peeing, to rush him back. They said if crystals gets stuck, he could die within 24 hours. They told me to try and get him to drink more. This could help dissolve the crystals. When I told them he would not eat the special canned food, they told me to fed him his. That has a lot of water that could also help dissolve them.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>Reading the paperwork they gave me indicated they have no idea why this happens to male cats. It touched on food causing the problem, but really stressed stress is a major factor. So now I tried to reduce his stress level.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>Our little neighborhood has become a haven for male unfixed cats. Why? Because one inconsiderate neighbor has two female cats that are not fixed. As a matter of fact, her one cat just had another litter. One male cat in particular is a bully and fights with all the other cats. Including Yipper, but especially my Ralphy.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>Well mama bears claws are out. She's pissed. She called the neighbor and told her to get her cats fixed. Told her she was irresponsible. Told her last year after the first litter we had a discussion about getting her cat fixed. There were programs that would help with the cost. Told her I called animal control and was going to trap these cats and if her cats end up in the trap, so be it.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>So with my trap, I've trapped three opossums. Seems like we have a colony of them around here too. But I want the black and white bully. I want him bad. But I can't seem to trap him. Just this morning, he got into a fight with Yipper on my back deck. And this is where I had the trap set.<br /></div><br /><div>I do believe that stress is what is causing Ralphy's problems. He is terrified when he is out when it's dark. He comes in before dark and will not go out until it is bright outside. I've tried keeping him in, but he wants no part of that. And he shouldn't. When he's in and he doesn't want to be, I can see him becoming apprehensive. </div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>So we are working on reducing his stress level. He is improving, but not 100%.<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And my inconsiderate neighbor. I saw her bring a trap home yesterday. I can only hope that she actually sets, catches and get these cats that have taken up residence in her yard fixed. All the neighbors are getting tired of all these cats shitting and pissing in their yards. We are getting tired of the cats spraying our houses and cars.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>Hopefully I can trap that nasty black and white cat that is terrorizing all the cats in the area. </div>Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-55081058551446946752011-11-20T10:25:00.004-05:002011-11-20T11:21:19.985-05:00Dog or cat person???I just finished reading 'Cleo' by Helen Brown. Great book. If you are a cat person, you should definitely read it.<br /><br />Anyway the book got me to thinking about dog and/or cat person. Growing up, we always had dogs. My mom like small ones. We had poodles and a biscon. But I was always an animal lover.<br /><br />Dad had a gas station and a guy came in with a kitten and asked him if he knew anyone that would want him. The guy who lived next to dads station had recently lost his cat and dad thought he would want him. When Mr. Hand came home, dad went over with the kitten. Mr. Hand said to dad, 'I don't want anymore god damn cats.' With that dad called mom asking if I would want a kitten. She promptly said, 'no.' When I came home from school, there sat dad with a shitty grin on his face. Mom with a pissed off look. I set my books down on the couch and something on the other end moved. It was love at first sight.<br /><br />Tigger became my best friend. He was a big orange cat, but the most gentle cat there was. When I had my wisdom teeth out, I was in a lot of pain. I laid in bed and Tigger got up on the bed without me feeling him and laid down beside me with his head on my pillow. He put his paw in my hand kneading and purring away.<br /><br />Then came Fluff. He wandered into the station and became dads friend. Dad accidentally ran over him. Rushed him to the vet and surprisingly was fine. Dad fearing something else would happen to Fluff brought him home. Fluff didn't like the dog. Fluff didn't like Tigger. Fluff had claws. Tigger didn't. So Fluff went to the vet to be declawed. The vet told us with Tigger and Fluff being males, the would fight for dominance. There was a lot of growling and hissing. They must have had it out one time when we weren't home. Tigger was king and him and Fluff became the best of friends.<br /><br />Then came Spuds. We found her in the pool as just a tiny bit of a thing. Her mama wasn't around so we took her in and nursed her back to health. What a nasty thing she was. We swore she had brain damage from her near drowning. It would take her time to focus in on anything. It was funny to watch. Her head would go up and down and side to side.<br /><br />All during this, mom never became a cat person and there was always a dog in the mix.<br /><br />When I moved next door, I wanted a dog. A big dog. Went to the ASPA and got a dog. She was a beauty. I only had her a couple days when she became sick. Rushed her to the vet. She had parvo. She only lasted a couple of days. The vet told me not to get another dog for at least six months. That's how long the virus can live outside the body. I wasn't in a rush to get another dog, but mom called to say there was a black lab up for adoption. I called and went to see her. She ran around like a loon, jumped up and wrapped her paws around my waist, looked up at me with those chocolate brown eyes saying, 'well, why are we still here. Lets go home.' Of course I couldn't bring her home right then and there. They have to do a background check. She was delivered three days later on a snowy night.<br /><br />I had a cat at this time. My friends daughter developed asthma and couldn't keep the cat. She called and asked if I would take her. This would be my old girl now.<br /><br />I soon realized that my home was too small for me, the cat and a very big black lab. I was going to take her back when my phone rang. Mom on the other end said 'would you be mad if Danny and I took the dog.' Not at all. I packed up her bones, went next door and life couldn't have been happier for everyone.<br /><br />Then four years ago, I found two kittens in the shed. Taming them was easy. Trying to find a home for them was not. I would walk up and down the pet aisle in the supermarket scoping people out. If I thought they were worthy, I would pull out the pictures and ask if they would like them. Everyone would ohh and ahh over them, but no one wanted them until one day. The lady said her daughter would love an orange cat. I got her name and number and told her I would call to make arrangements to drop him off. I was happy that I finally found a home for him, but sad because I had grew so attached to him. When I got home, he was no where to be found. He did not come home until later that night. The key word to that sentence is home. In the time he was gone, I realized they had found a home. Mine.<br /><br />So my home is blessed with three fur-babies. They are pictured on my sidebar. My Baby Girls health is failing, but it has been for several years now. Everyday with her is a blessing. Yipper is well Yipper. She is a strange cat. Cold nights are spent inside. She has even managed to secure a place on the bed right up against my leg. Ralphy is just one of a kind. Well not really. I think there is something special with big orange male cats. He is more indoor then out. His place on the bed is on the pillow right next to my head.<br /><br />So even though I love all animals, I am a cat person. I love their independence. Their constant smile. The loving look they give me. Their mews for attention. Of course this is all on their terms and I couldn't be happier.Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-39926666375178861042011-09-11T09:17:00.003-04:002011-09-11T09:58:42.396-04:00Ten years ago todaystarted as a beautiful day. Not a cloud in the sky with cool temperatures.<br /><br />Then tragedy struck us all in the way of terrorists that would change our lives.<br /><br />We were all glued and gathered around the tv and radio watching and listening in horror. Asking how this could be happening.<br /><br />This went on for days-weeks after. We watched the horror, terror and sadness of faces that appeared on the television. We cried, prayed, proudly flew our American flags vowing to never forget.<br /><br />And forget we have not.<br /><br />And as I watched the news this morning, I saw the same horrific images. Felt the same feelings of sadness, terror and helplessness. Cried tears like I did that day ten years ago.<br /><br />Through my tears, I couldn't help but wonder. Why are we reliving this over and over again? Is it not better to give the families closure? To give us closure? Instead of showing the planes flying into the towers, the collapsing of the towers, people running in fear covered in dust and dirt. Should we not look at what good has come from this tragedy? There were several stories on the news this morning about the memorials, reflecting ponds and scholarship that have been set up in memory of a loved one. A couple people interviewed that received one of the scholarships that has changed their life.<br /><br />I fly my American flag proudly today. I think of that day ten years ago. Think about how our lives changed forever that day. I think about all the men and women who lost their lives that day. I think about the men and women in uniform who continue to lose their lives for us because of that day ten years ago today.Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-39574862510916839462011-09-03T16:53:00.002-04:002011-09-03T17:13:16.309-04:00RalphyHad to rush Ralphy to the vet this morning. He hadn't eaten anything since Thursday night. Last night he was very lethargic. My old gal woke me this morning around four. She really has no sense of time anymore. I just lay in bed for awhile. I heard someone gagging and jump out of bed to find out who. It was Ralphy. He threw up pinkish bile. I called and left a message with the vet and said I have to bring him in as soon as possible.
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<br />Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-27965143453099938402011-08-21T15:23:00.002-04:002011-08-21T16:03:49.204-04:00Good deedsPaul lived with his mom Martha. Neither drove and always took the bus down from PA. They had not yet been down and the grass was getting high. Thinking something may have happened with Martha and not wanting the code enforcement officer to send a letter, I mowed the lawn for them. When they finally did come down, there was a knock on my door. There stood Paul and Martha with three beautiful rose bushes. The rose bushes were for me for cutting their grass. I asked how they knew it was me. The neighbor behind ratted me out.
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<br />Because of this, I now try to be stealthy.
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<br />Several years ago, my friend lost her husband. She was having a hard times making ends meet. We knew she would not accept money, so we had to figure out ways to help her without her knowing.
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<br />Her car was in the shop for repairs. I found out the repair shop and went and paid the bill. Someone then put money toward her dentist bill. Someone paid her property taxes. She would come home to find her lawn mowed. Her walkway shoveled when it snowed. Cable and Internet paid. She couldn't believe that people would actually do this for her.
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<br />She passed away earlier this year at way too young an age. It was such a good feeling helping her and listening to the other stories of kindness she received.
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<br />Today while laying on the couch having a lazy day, there is a knock on my door. My neighbor's wife had locked the keys in the car at Wal-Mart and he needed a ride over with the spare keys. When we got there, he tried to give me money. I refused. It was my pleasure helping him out.
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<br />I understand why people feel the need to reimburse someone, but the thing is, it's not about getting money. It's not about getting a pat on the back. It's about helping someone.
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<br />My hope is that they pay it forward to someone else.
<br />Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-25399989750316893572010-08-12T16:55:00.004-04:002010-08-12T17:17:13.423-04:00Rescue mission<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">An amazing thing happened to me today. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">Something that I have been wanting to do for many years. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I wish the circumstances were different, but a very happy ending just the same.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Okay here it is.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I went out for a smoke at work, and heard some buzzing. I looked up to see a hummingbird clinging to the wall of the portico. It seems confused and couldn't find her way out. I went inside to find something to use to guide her out. No go. I called my friend in the next building. She's an animal loving nut like me. She came over, but we couldn't figure out how to get her out. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">We ended up calling a friend with a pool and ask him to bring the extension rod and net. He came. Now we have four people involved. We were able to get her down to reaching distance and I gently grabbed her. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Oh she was sooo small, weak and crying. Broke our hearts. I asked my friend to drive me to my house. When we got there, I thought she had died. She just fell over in my hand, but she was still breathing. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I took the lid off the feeder and stuck her little beak in. I pulled her out and her little tongue was licking the nectar. We kept this up until she was strong enough to put her little beak in herself. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I was able to put her in my other hand. She was able to stand up on her own. I had the feeder there if she wanted more, but she was strong enough to fly away.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I cannot tell you the high I felt. What a wonderful experience this was. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">With the help from my friends, we were able to save a baby hummingbird.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Unfortunately, I have no pictures. What I can tell you is how light they are. Almost like holding a leaf. Their feathers are a beautiful green and fan shaped. They have the tiniest eyes I have ever since. Their feet are sooo small, but they have sharp nails.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I would love to be able to hand fed another hummingbird again, but I really would like better circumstances. There was a fear that this little jewel was going to die in my hand. Luckily, this story had a happy ending. </span>Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-6831422592363693242010-06-22T19:11:00.002-04:002010-06-22T19:38:57.410-04:00I miss my friend<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">I lost my friend and second mom. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">As many know, <a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/">Bobbie</a> (Barb) passed on Saturday. Bobbie has been my good friend for 16 years. My neighbor for about ten and second mom even before my own mom passed away several years ago.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I sit here hearing thunder in the distance and think of her. This is when I would be calling her, both of us wishing for a good storm.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">On the rare occasion I see a humming bird, I think about her. Think about calling and asking if she had many visits today.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Today at work, I was out smoking and looked up at the swallows nests. Both nest have babies. I think, I have to call Barb and tell her about the babies. Tell her about how mom and dad swoop if I get too near the nest. How the little chirps from the nest brings a smile to my face.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I miss coming home from work and calling to see how she is doing. What she did today. Who's blog she visited and what they had to say. I miss when having a bad day, ranting to her. I miss that we are not going to be able to go exploring Beaver Dam. Leamings Run. The Point. The osprey nests. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Her daughter Kitty wrote a beautiful entry on Barb's blog. Please <a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/">go</a> over and read it. Some wrote comments about seeing butterflies and such. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Here's what happened to me. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Saturday I was weed whacking thinking about Barb and how surgery was going. I stopped as a dragonfly flew near. It landed on the fence right in front of me. We stared at one another for several minutes. It flew and came back to the same spot for only a couple seconded before it flew away. Was this a sign? I don't know, but I think it was. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I would rather my friend be here. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">But </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I do hope the signs continue. Maybe a Bald Eagle :o)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I have nothing more to say right now. Maybe later. But for right now, </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I miss my friend.</span>Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-13447678765055690892010-05-28T11:50:00.009-04:002010-05-28T12:40:58.897-04:00More on the Osprey<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">My friend called me this morning about 6:30 and said, 'guess what is sitting outside my office window?' The Osprey. She wanted to let me know before it took off.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">So in the shower and out the door I went.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__tmbE4mbI/AAAAAAAADoY/mIwWOM1b8Dg/s1600/Osprey+being+refueled+-+5-28-10.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476356916264868274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__tmbE4mbI/AAAAAAAADoY/mIwWOM1b8Dg/s400/Osprey+being+refueled+-+5-28-10.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Here they are refueling the Osprey.</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Then the waiting began.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">What do crew members do while waiting?</span><br /></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__s-327BII/AAAAAAAADoQ/x47Tg8aLy3I/s1600/Osprey+guy+-+5-28-10.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476356236796167298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__s-327BII/AAAAAAAADoQ/x47Tg8aLy3I/s400/Osprey+guy+-+5-28-10.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sit and wait. And chew on your finger nails in anticipation.</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">What else to crew members do while waiting to take off.</span><br /></p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__sYreJjwI/AAAAAAAADoI/M6LvuovWR_Q/s1600/Osprey+guy+-+5-28-10+-+1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476355580636008194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__sYreJjwI/AAAAAAAADoI/M6LvuovWR_Q/s400/Osprey+guy+-+5-28-10+-+1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sit and look at all the people standing watching them.</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__r0sVrsCI/AAAAAAAADoA/l3fjC-frvxs/s1600/Osprey+-+5-28-10+-+3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476354962393640994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__r0sVrsCI/AAAAAAAADoA/l3fjC-frvxs/s400/Osprey+-+5-28-10+-+3.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here she is with props tilted a bit forward.</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__rMnl_X5I/AAAAAAAADn4/VPw9_kDfsNA/s1600/Osprey+-+5-28-10.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476354273925095314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__rMnl_X5I/AAAAAAAADn4/VPw9_kDfsNA/s400/Osprey+-+5-28-10.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here she is with props straight up.</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__qf9qGwKI/AAAAAAAADnw/AqziP6IVP-A/s1600/Osprey+-+5-28-10+-+9.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476353506753822882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__qf9qGwKI/AAAAAAAADnw/AqziP6IVP-A/s400/Osprey+-+5-28-10+-+9.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here she is making a lot of smoke.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__m_TFM2AI/AAAAAAAADno/sWWyY4t0SdA/s1600/Osprey+-+5-28-10+-+11.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476349647034046466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S__m_TFM2AI/AAAAAAAADno/sWWyY4t0SdA/s400/Osprey+-+5-28-10+-+11.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here she is flying away.</span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I do have video of her taking off, but I can't seem to load it. I'll try later.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">From what I understand about her stay here is, she was bringing in a part for a cobra helicopter yesterday. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">They had forecasted storms yesterday which arrived last night. Nothing spectacular, but enough to ground the Osprey.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Lucky us. She is now on her way to Titterboro(hope I spelled that right) airport in New York.</span></div></div></div>Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-55960498175745629432010-05-27T20:29:00.002-04:002010-05-27T20:47:23.855-04:00It's been a while<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">Friday at 3:30 P.M. started my vacation. First order of business was take shoe and socks off. No shoes and socks for ten glorious days. Next. Take off pants and put on shorts. No pants for ten glorious days.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I can't say that I've done anything special. Or gone anywhere special.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">What I can say is, 'this has been one of my best vacations.' I've read two books. Lounged on the couch. Spent time outside in my flower gardens. Spoke with some neighbors. Taken some pictures. Lounged around in the morning. </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I've walked around with a smile from ear to ear. Yup! Definitely the best vacation. Just what I needed.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Anyway.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">This evening after dinner and clean up I sat on the couch and heard a loud rumble of a helicopter. I ran out the front door to see. The little girl across the street was out front looking too. I went to the end of the porch and this plane/helicopter flew over. Mouth wide open and could only say 'cool. Very cool.' I didn't have time to run in and get the camera.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I did the second time.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S_8O9_HgZUI/AAAAAAAADng/q3E8j2prYxc/s1600/Osprey+-+5-27-10.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476112129983538498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S_8O9_HgZUI/AAAAAAAADng/q3E8j2prYxc/s400/Osprey+-+5-27-10.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S_8Ou_iJGkI/AAAAAAAADnY/xcPN_m5njJI/s1600/Osprey+-+5-27-10+-+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476111872397220418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S_8Ou_iJGkI/AAAAAAAADnY/xcPN_m5njJI/s400/Osprey+-+5-27-10+-+2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Isn't it cool?</span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I called my friend on the street behind and asked her if she seen this helicopter/plane fly over. Yup she did. She told me it's called an Osprey. It has been over at the airport for a couple of days. It looks like a plane, but can take off, land and fly like a helicopter. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Guess who's going to the airport tomorrow?</span>Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-83899123943882695842010-04-27T19:30:00.002-04:002010-04-27T19:33:06.458-04:00I'M SOO HAPPY<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Those tiny beautiful green jewels of the bird kingdom have finally arrived at my house.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;">YES!!!! THE HUMMERS ARE HERE :O)</span>Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-48720728549858764882010-04-19T16:39:00.006-04:002010-04-19T17:15:10.071-04:00I'm tired<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">As each day wore on last week, I was getting more tired. My contacts were drying to my eyes. My eyes were bloodshot like I was out drinking every night. And I was getting cranky. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Saturday, I went to a friends and dug out some plants and took pictures of her animals. Rooster. Hens. Miniature donkey. Miniature goat. Full sized goat. Came home and mowed and planted some more plants. I wanted to weed wack, but I was, you guessed it, tired.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Saturday night into Sunday, I finally realized why I was so tired. Just look to my sidebar to my furry babies. The culprits of my not so good night sleeps.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S8zDQ6NeJaI/AAAAAAAADnA/czU7WhNEvwU/s1600/Handsome+Boy+Ralphy+-+3-21-10+-+Copy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461955143364650402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S8zDQ6NeJaI/AAAAAAAADnA/czU7WhNEvwU/s320/Handsome+Boy+Ralphy+-+3-21-10+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">Don't let this handsome face fool you. He's a pain in the ass. He comes in every night, only to want to be let out at all hours.</span> <div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S8zC9edke3I/AAAAAAAADm4/2WRMJeVI5hQ/s1600/Miss+Yipper+-+5-18-09+-+3.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461954809498467186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S8zC9edke3I/AAAAAAAADm4/2WRMJeVI5hQ/s320/Miss+Yipper+-+5-18-09+-+3.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Here's his tag team partner. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">One wants out. The other wants in. </span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">And when both are settled. This one starts. Well she doesn't start. She lays across my shoulder and throat. When I wake up, I'm gasping thinking I'm having a heart attack from the pressure.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461952503468060322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S8zA3P1E7qI/AAAAAAAADmo/UcA4a5gt2uY/s320/My+baby+-+4-7-09+-+1.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Cat owners understand that we don't own them. They own us. We are their servant. They want what they want when they want it. They don't give a shit about us as long as we give them what they want.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">They have personalities like know other. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">They laugh at us. Not just behind our backs.</span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S8zCTm0YzwI/AAAAAAAADmw/xXvIY9yoIKY/s1600/My+baby+-6-22-09.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461954090187149058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S8zCTm0YzwI/AAAAAAAADmw/xXvIY9yoIKY/s320/My+baby+-6-22-09.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">But to our face.</span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I have tried talking with them.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Reasoning with them.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Yelling at them.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Pleading with them.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Bugging them when they are trying to sleep so they know what it feels like.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Do the listen? Do they care? ABSOLUTELY NOT.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">All I want is a good nights sleep. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I want them to be like this ALL NIGHT.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S8zAO9B3pxI/AAAAAAAADmg/pgx-tFJx0zE/s1600/Yipper+%26+Ralphy+-+2-22-10+-+17.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461951811226674962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S8zAO9B3pxI/AAAAAAAADmg/pgx-tFJx0zE/s320/Yipper+%26+Ralphy+-+2-22-10+-+17.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Is this too much to ask?</span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Apparently, if your my fur babies. It is.</span></div>Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-6433376233788349172010-04-04T08:05:00.001-04:002010-04-04T08:11:25.955-04:00Happy Easter<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S7iB5tx2PCI/AAAAAAAADmI/S0MMoU1At2c/s1600/Daffodils+-+4-4-10+-+4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456253777100553250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S7iB5tx2PCI/AAAAAAAADmI/S0MMoU1At2c/s400/Daffodils+-+4-4-10+-+4.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S7iBS-5d-zI/AAAAAAAADmA/eRbhxjTIjyQ/s1600/Pansies+-+4-4-10.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456253111681022770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S7iBS-5d-zI/AAAAAAAADmA/eRbhxjTIjyQ/s400/Pansies+-+4-4-10.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-19827360006739764002010-03-28T08:49:00.003-04:002010-03-28T09:03:54.130-04:00Gardening and neighbors<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">I've been thinking for a while now about putting flower beds on either side of my sidewalk. Debating about how big they should be. What I want to put in these beds. I've also been thinking about the added work this would be. </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">However, I know that once I get an idea in my head, I'm gonna do it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Yesterday my neighbor calls and said she has the butterfly bush we were talking about. I must be losing my memory because I do not remember this conversation. However, it's a butterfly bush, which I have been wanting to get. And best of all, it's free.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">In my head, I have these beds designed. (I know they won't look like what I plan). So now I go to Walmart. I pick up some edging. Then the bulb and seed aisle. I got Lily of the Valley, Freesias and elephant ears. I also got some solar lights. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">When I got home, I plant the butterfly bush. Then I decide to edge the walk. I haven't edged in years. I must say that I did a good job and didn't realize how wide my walk was. It looks very nice. While I was out there, my neighbors son came out. He's wife has been very sick and is in the hospital. They have two sons, that my neighbor has been watching for them. He is unload more baby stuff from the car and I ask how his wife is doing. She is doing much better. He says that he didn't realize how much work and how needy the kids were. I asked him if he thought they would just pop out and start fending for themselves. I got a chuckle from this. He however didn't appreciate my sense of humor. Oh well.</span>Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-3303412993005260672010-03-19T20:01:00.002-04:002010-03-19T20:33:04.832-04:00I had a visitor today<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">When I came home from work, I got the food ready for the kittens. I took it out and came back inside and went right back out again. I heard a mew that didn't belong. When I turned, here comes a strange cat toward the steps. The protective parent I am, but myself between the kittens and the stranger, shooing. That cat didn't give a shit about me and ran past me. The kittens took cover as the stranger started eating. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Oh what a skinny cat this was. I grabbed the dishes and walked into the yard, with stranger mewing and following me. He had a hard time eating and kept going from bowl to bowl, but eventually got most down. This was a clue that he had teeth problems.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Looking at this cat, you could tell it was sick. Running eyes, sneezing. He kinda of wobbled when he walked.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">If the situation was different and he was healthier, he would be welcome. But my protectiveness took hold.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I called animal control. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">While we waited, he purred. He had more food. He had cat milk. I petted him. He enjoyed the attention. I petted a spot that he didn't like. He hissed reveling missing fang teeth. I petted him some more. When I would go inside, he would meow. Sometimes trying to come in.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">What ashame. This was a very tame cat. This was someones pet. I feel that the person who had him couldn't afford to take care of him and booted him out. I think this because I have never seen him before. (also to make me feel better.)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Animal control came. He agreed it was someones pet. He also agreed that this cat was sick. We got him in a carrier. The poor cat was crying. The big sap I am, I started to cry. In that short time, we bonded. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">He said he would take him to a vet and go from there. I know what the outcome is going to be. I take solace that he did have a meal, drink and attention. And for about an hour, someone who cared.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">When they were filling out the form, animal control gave me a tidbit of information that I did not know. Did you know that there is a New Jersey State law that if you feed a cat for ten days, the cat is then legally yours? I didn't. I made it clear that this was the first time I seen this cat.</span>Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-80468608173318202452010-03-18T17:09:00.002-04:002010-03-18T17:36:54.633-04:00What kind of parent would I be?<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">Monday I'm in Wal-Mart (I know. Not everyone's favorite store), but I'm in Wal-Mart picking out new eyeglasses. Over the intercom, I hear, 'Parents. Please do not let your children stand in the carts. Please make sure that they are seated inside the cart.' I'm a little taken back by this announcement. Out loud I say I have never had that before. I would just assume that parents were more attentive then that. The guy helping me said this happens all the time. He said that children have actually fallen out of the carts because parents weren't paying attention. He said that he has seen parents talking on the cell phone not paying a bit of attention to their child. Next thing there are announcements about a lost child. In today's world, I can not comprehend this.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">We all know and have seen a dog with head out the window enjoying the scents of the outside world. I'm not fond of this, but hey, the dogs are. So anyway, I'm driving down the road today and imagine my surprise when I see a children (around four or five) with her head out the window. Not only was her head out the window, but she was in the front seat, not buckled in. The thoughts and visions that went through my mind. Stone hitting her. Branch. The father slamming the brakes. Ugh. I shutter.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">So anyway, this got me thinking about the kind of parent I would be. This is what I came up with. I would like to think I would be the type of parent that would be attentive, responsible. Oh hell. I would be an overprotective mom. I would teach my child responsibility, common sense, to be respectful, independence, morals. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">But I'm not a parent. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Well I am a parent. The proud parent of my fur babies on my sidebar. And there isn't anything that I wouldn't do for them. Or anything I wouldn't do to protect them.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">And you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way.</span>Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-67127845371713741102010-03-16T06:45:00.000-04:002010-03-16T06:45:00.130-04:00Happy Birthday<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S57A7hqGJdI/AAAAAAAADlQ/H8ikSMDk9qc/s1600-h/020036.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449004728044627410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S57A7hqGJdI/AAAAAAAADlQ/H8ikSMDk9qc/s400/020036.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S57A01dnT2I/AAAAAAAADlI/EPWsFJqXMjY/s1600-h/90044MVz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449004613101899618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S57A01dnT2I/AAAAAAAADlI/EPWsFJqXMjY/s400/90044MVz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">H<span style="color:#ffff33;">A</span><span style="color:#33ccff;">PP</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">Y</span></span></span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">B<span style="color:#66ffff;">O</span><span style="color:#993399;">BB</span><span style="color:#ff99ff;">I</span><span style="color:#ffff99;">E</span></span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;">Hope you enjoy your day.</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-58338217427553367672010-03-14T06:52:00.002-04:002010-03-14T07:11:32.854-04:00Daylight Savings sucks<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">Here I sit at 6:50 AM and it's still dark. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">Who ever came up with this? Does it make sense? </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">I'm a morning person and like sunlight early in the morning. I don't like when it's still light at 8:30 - 9:00 at night.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">I guess the paper delivery person forgot to spring his/her clock ahead because I still don't have my paper. I would like to get my shopping list done.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I sound bitchy today. I'm not. Just aggravated.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Yesterday during a lull in the rain, I went out and decided where I was going to plant my radish garden. It's a small space, but large enough for radishes. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Okay I'm listening to the News and they said a four story home collapsed at the 'shore' due to the winds we had yesterday. I do hope that no one was hurt. Here's my question - where is the 'shore'? When they talk about the 'shore' it could be a hundred miles away from here. See I thought the 'shore' was down here in the Cape May, Wildwood, Stone Harbor etc. areas. I guess the 'shore' could be anywhere in New Jersey with a beach and ocean/bay. Well hell if that's the case, almost all of NJ is 'the shore'.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Okay, I'm done. I'm gonna see if my paper was delivered yet. And see if the sun rose at the time the News said for today - 7:06.</span>Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-12080510864994117302010-03-13T10:43:00.004-05:002010-03-13T11:06:29.122-05:00It's raining. It's windy<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">Well here in Cape May County, we're hunkered down for yet another storm. This one is bringing us sporadic rain and lots of wind with very strong gusts. They are saying the wind should die down tomorrow, but we're supposed to have rain for three to five days. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I had a craving for a Primo's hoagie yesterday. So after work and feeding the furry ones, I went I got my hoagie. When I came home, I had a message and caller ID read the fire department. The message was from the police station advising us and to take precautions for the storm.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I must be becoming a light sleeper because several times during the night I was awoken with the wind driving the rain against my bedroom windows. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I must be getting old because now the winds are starting to worry me. I never cared about this before. Don't understand why it would bother me now. When outside having my smokes, sometimes the gusts are so strong, it is whistling through the trees. The trees and bushes are being bent over. Quite eerie.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Anyway enough of that. I joined facebook last week. I have no idea what I'm doing, but I can say I am having fun. My friend and I were talking today about it and we decided we are facebook stalkers. We like to visit people we know only to see what is going on in their lives and who their friends are.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">A friend requested I become a neighbor in one of the games for farming. I did because I like to garden. I enjoy it, but sometimes I wonder if I made a mistake. You see, you have to plant and harvest what you plant in a certain time. If not, your crop withers and dies. I know this because I lost several crops by not harvesting in time. I now know that when I'm going to bed, don't plant something that must be harvested in a couple hours. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Well anyway, this is what is exciting in my life right now. Yea-yea, I live a boring life, but I do enjoy myself..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Oh and don't forgot to turn your clocks ahead tonight.</span>Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-82963677024852667422010-03-07T17:08:00.002-05:002010-03-07T17:13:51.205-05:00What a beautiful weekend<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">Sunny skies. Warmer temps. No snow. No rain. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Okay. The warmer temps is so-so in my opinion. I love the cold weather. But I must say, I did enjoy this weekend.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Opened a couple window to air out the house.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Cleaned out the broken branches in the lilac tree. It looks deformed now.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Tackled the bamboo. But a small dent in that.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Brought my cat outside on her leash for awhile. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I think we are starting to get spring fever.</span>Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-52457698341613260842010-02-27T16:08:00.004-05:002010-02-27T16:48:38.521-05:00It's been a good day<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">Stopped at the post office, and ran into <a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/">Bobbie's</a> daughter Rita. I asked where she was going and she told me the hardware store and then to visit her mom. I told her I would take her to the hardware store. Bobbie and I live right down the street from there, so she could walk to the house.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">When we were leaving the post office, Bobbie past us on her way to the drugstore. I dropped Rita at the hardware store and went on my way. After Rita was done in the hardware store, she went to Bobbie's.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">I am looking for a new bed set. So I went to Vineland. First stop, Target. They didn't have anything I liked. Next stop Kohl's. Ditto for there. Next stop, K-mart. I needed shoes and they carry the kind I like. Picked them up and looked at their bedding. They didn't have anything I liked.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">K-mart now has a rewards card I got a couple weeks ago. The cashier scanned my card and shoes. Her register said I was a winner. Oh boy! I won. What did I win?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S4mLDgoheBI/AAAAAAAADkw/RXXKYryDZx0/s1600-h/Candy+bar+-+2-27-10+-+1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443034517069723666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S4mLDgoheBI/AAAAAAAADkw/RXXKYryDZx0/s320/Candy+bar+-+2-27-10+-+1.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">A candy bar. It was actually more aggravating redeeming my winning then it was worth. But hey, dessert tonight.</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I went to Bed, Bath & Beyond. I had to go to the bathroom and there was someone in the ladies room. I really had to go, so I went into the men's room. Hey. when you gotta go. You gotta go. OMG. Men are such slobs.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I looked at their bedding. Nada. I guess I am a very picky person when it comes to my bedding.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I have been looking for a draft guard and lo and behold, they had them.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">After there, I went to BJ's wholesale. They don't have bedding, so no disappointment there.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">With my supplies stocked up, I came home. And these awaited me at the front door.</span></p><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S4mKeX6UfvI/AAAAAAAADko/mMWABuOoGhc/s1600-h/Tulips+from+Barb+-+2-27-10.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443033879073292018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S4mKeX6UfvI/AAAAAAAADko/mMWABuOoGhc/s320/Tulips+from+Barb+-+2-27-10.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Aren't they pretty? They're from <a href="http://bobbie-almostthere.blogspot.com/">Bobbie</a>, thanking me for all I've done for her plus a little touch of spring.</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">It really wasn't necessary, but it sure is appreciated.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">So all in all, it's been a very good day.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></p>Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-63384891692955289322010-02-25T16:47:00.003-05:002010-02-25T17:14:48.007-05:00Stop Mr. Postman<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">I have to say that we have excellent post men and women. They are not supposed to get out of the mail truck, but most times do. During our blizzards, they all did to delivery our mail. Sometimes falling in the process.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Today while on my lunch hour, the mail came. When home I generally go out to get the mail and chat with them. I find when you make nice with your mail carrier, they go out of their way for you.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">Our previous carrier, Gary, retired. Oh what a guy Gary was. Everyone along his route absolutely loved him. Our mail carrier now is Derek. I think he will be loved as much as Gary. But Derek had a bad day today.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">You all know about the blizzards we had a couple weeks ago. Then Monday it rained. Oh more water. Just what we need. NOT. The ground is very - very soggy. When you walk on grassy areas, you sink. </span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;">When you drive off the asphalt, your tires sink. As Derek found out today.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Derek got stuck in mud in front of my house. Of course I have a snow shovel, but not a real shovel. He called someone on his cell to bring a shovel and said he would walk the street to deliver mail.</span></div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span>
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<br />I felt really bad and offered to drive him. He declined. Then he made me feel a bit better telling me this was the second time he got stuck today. The first time, a tow truck was needed. Luckily he didn't need another tow.
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<br />We made a deal for tomorrow. I will move my car way in front of my box as long as he stays on the asphalt and not try any off roading.
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<br />Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561731016537887860.post-50897848885143771402010-02-24T07:26:00.002-05:002010-02-24T08:03:56.928-05:00Here we go again<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S4UbDpEkFFI/AAAAAAAADkQ/TmxT5qWh4_s/s1600-h/400x266_02231915_nesnowhurricane.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441785474125665362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d4tZs44QHrc/S4UbDpEkFFI/AAAAAAAADkQ/TmxT5qWh4_s/s320/400x266_02231915_nesnowhurricane.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">They are forecasting yet another major storm for our area. Snow totals are varying. Some say 12 inches. Some say four inches.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Doesn't matter to me. Any amount is way toooo much.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I'm at the southern portion of Jersey. This map is indicating 'significant snowfall'.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I had made a deal with my bosses son to shovel. But somehow I have a feeling I'm going to be doing a lot of shoveling again. See I'm anal. I like to keep up on the shoveling so that 1-is easier then waiting until the snow's over and 2-there isn't a lot of ice on the deck and walk.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Yesterday it rained and a lot of the previous snow melted. The problem is the ground is super wet. When I brought my trash can back, I just sunk in the ground. My concern with this new storm, is high winds. With the ground as soggy as it is, I fear trees will be uprooted. I already lost the top of my holly tree. I'm just hoping that with all the bamboo in and around the holly tree, that holds.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">So starting at lunch today, I'm going to fill my water jugs, do a load of laundry and fill my tub.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Wish us luck.</span></div>Ramblings of a Villas Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15004822804493458153noreply@blogger.com1