Wednesday, April 29

AMCs Pratt is a pratt!

If you are a fan of AMC, then no doubt you have been wondering about the lame ass writing and lack of substantial storylines other than whiny people.

Watch explains it all..lolol..

Monday, April 27


I have royally screwed up my blog page layout...lost all my addons and will be sorting for a bit. Bare with me :)

Sunday, April 26


I kep trying to upload this for my blogskin...ugh....keep getting xml errors...anyone know what they are doing to help me? This is actually part of a larger template here at am so not technically inclined!

Saturday, April 25

RIP Bea Arthur

You were such a classy dame..

I think this Sex and the City parody really shows her sense of humour beautifully..

Thursday, April 23

Kapitan Kitty

"Drat, thwarted so close to freedom's sweet caress.
I dreamed of but a taste of the decadent west, and now my eulogy is sung by guard dogs and alarm bells."

Did you know...( tapping your cell phone, warnings )

I am not really surprised, just alarmed at the ease in which people can tap into our cell phones and listen to us.
Even if the phone is not in use.....people can listen to you by simply turning the speaker on and we don't know.

Please have a look at this video "tapping your cell phone"

..I know it is a "fox dramatic news" but the info in it is something we should all be aware of,
not to be "paranoid and all conspiracy theory", just to be in the know.

Nobody can mock me for barely using my cell phone :)...kay?

Tuesday, April 21

Vegan A Go-Go! review...check it out!

Once more this terrific book by my super fabulous friend Sarah Kramer, has been reviewed extremely favourably...check it out..
Whether you are a student on a budget, a sometime chef or you are proficient in the kitchen, there is a recipe for you and they are delicious.

Vegan A

Monday, April 20

I knew I forgot...Happy 4/20 Day!

Glad I remembered before this very special day had passed by altogether.

Go celebrate..and don't forget your munchies :)

What did I Forget?

You know those days when you wake up and feel like you are going to have a busier than normal day,but you can't remember why?



Friday, April 17

I am all A Twitter....

I have jumped into the social pool known as Twitter.

Well good you asked.

I have no idea!
Really...not a freakin' clue...but I hate to hear there is a party happening somwhere and I am not at

Tweet Tweet......

Thursday, April 16

My etsy shop gets a feature.....are we the invisible stores?

It is a good question to ask. Those of us that make and sell pet related items seem to be continually and systematically overlooked by the team that manages Etsy.

One woman is trying to change that. FelineFeathers
Her blog will be featuring an etsy store, pet related, every day.

Check it out...Seachild Comforts is the first feature.

Wednesday, April 15

never give up on your dreams....

This lovely surpising woman on Britain's Got Talent is exactly the reaosn why you must...MUST not let your dreams escape you.
click on her name....

Susan Boyle

Sunday, April 12

Thursday, April 9

Ask OBama....

What he intends to do about the freedoms of others such as the Shac7

Please take a moment and read this....... the Shac7

Tuesday, April 7


The ocean is sparkling and all the birds are singing their happiness. Spring!
Tulips and Daffadils and cherry blossom lined streets. Spring

It has finally arrived.....those first days of spring when the earth warms, the sun shines and lots and lots of pale skinned peeps venture out in very little clothing for the first time. Don't forget your hats!

Me, I have been hanging on the deck, with the furries and my work, soaking in as much of the yellow orb as I possibly can.
Shorts and sandals while much of the worlld is still in the cold. Yay for the westcoast :)

Saturday, April 4

Earth to everyone......

Check it....The Bluemen have something to say....and now I have a Jeep,
which is a decidedly heavier footprint on our planet, I am taking the time to send out a message about the footprint we leave .

It is a RECYCLED JEEP atleast :)

Our new metal

Thursday, April 2

Never underestimate the reach we all have....


When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastenedto the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I wastoo little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person.. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because therewas no one home to give sympathy.

I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbingup, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear. "Information." "I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

"Isn't your mother home" came the question.

"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.

"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.

"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts." "Can you open the icebox?" she asked.

I said I could.

"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where??Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math.

She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the ?day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called,

Information Please," and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage" She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, " Wayne , always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone, "Information Please." "Information," said in the now familiar voice. "How do I spell fix?" I asked. All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me..

Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle . I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. "Information." I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."

I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time"

I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle . A different voice answered, "Information." I asked for Sally. "Are you a friend?" she said.

"Yes, a very old friend," I answered. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, "She said. "Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago." Before I could hang up, she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne " "Yes." I answered. "Well, Sally left a message for you.. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you." The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean." I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Wednesday, April 1

The Grateful Dance...what are you grateful for?

I just saw this wonderful youtube video that was made right here in my hometown of Victoria BC...

I love the idea of getting up every day amd writing down what we are grateful for and I ask you to share some of your thoughts with me in the this...

The Grateful Dance
and make a small list every day...

I am gratfeul for:
*My family's good health ( antijinx)
*my friends near and afar
*a warm home and a partner who gets me
*the time I have to daydream possibilities
*a house full of furries who no longer have to be rescued

Okay....that was not hard...your turn!