Something that made me go hmmmm....

Many moons ago I saw a bit on "The Daily Show with Jon Stewart" about a snake, in the Tokyo Zoo, that had befriended a hamster. It was a funny story. You can find video clips on the net, just google; snake, hamster, friends.

When I first saw the story I daydreamed that the hamster was blessed or a reincarnate of someone great. Picture Joan of Arc, Shakespear, Gandhi, or William Wallace as a hamster. However, I was slightly disturbed because, whatever the dreamed up explanation, it did seem to go against the natural order of things. But, all in all, I remember being happy to hear that the hamster was spared.

Then today I saw this story about a lioness who adopted her third baby oryx. The story is on the BBC News site. The article reported that a lioness, at the Samburu National Park, first adopted an oryx cub in December. She would allow the cub several minutes a day to nurse.

This cub was eaten by a male lion while the lioness slept. Wardens of the park reported that the lioness was grief stricken and went around roaring in anger.

The second oryx cub was removed from the lioness by park wardens in February, due to malnourishment.

Then a third oryx cub was found with her. The cub was thought to be no more than three days old when it was spotted. The article goes on to say that the lioness is fiercely protective with this cub and that three adult oryx have been seen close to her. Park officials believe they may leave this cub with the lioness to face the elements and/or predators.

I am not sure why I am thinking about this, other than that it bothers me. Nature seems to be on it ear. Why would a lion lie with an oryx?

A poem to my blog

As I go about my day,
I ponder what my blog might say.

Witty, funny, humor too,
all these things I store for you.

When at last my computer looms,
I find a bleak and barren room.

All those things that made my day
are suddenly far, far, far, far, far, far, far away.

Lost to me in a green haze,
My sleep-deprived rat like maze.

O damn you blank and barren screen,
no one reads me anyway.

Must just be me..

I’m bored.

I have an X-Box, Playstation, three computers with the internet, satellite tv, mp3 player, two dogs, a cat, sugar-gliders, turtles, and a recently acquired hermit crab. Yet here I sit, bored. You’d think I could keep myself entertained or at the very least mildly amused, but no.

Maybe I am not as interesting as I thought. I swear I like me. I even find myself mildly amusing sometimes. ::pondering::

I wonder if I have ever had an original thought. Has everything been thought before? I don’t even mean holy shit thoughts, like how to save the world or make a cake come out level, but just thoughts. The ones that flutter through your mind barely acknowledged or pushed away, well my mind anyway. I know someone has thought “I need to do the dishes” or “time to brush my teeth” but my personal thoughts, has someone already had them before?

I wonder which would bother me more . . .

If one person, among the billions on the planet, had the same thoughts as I do.

Or . . .

If no one did.

I’m still bored and now I want a cig.....

Til next time

If you battle in the woods and only you see it...

I have had a busy couple of days. You know the kind..
Not that I work.. just that I overcommitted to others because I don't have a job. I filled my days with everything I could do to make everyones..ughh... no... it's just been a busy week. My mom's 50th b-day was this week.. darn I need a cig.... and maybe a comma...

Cutting to the chase- I am settled in bed next to my husband and he is controlling the tv, as per normal, and I felt a "tug" of annoyance. After he is sleeping, and I am trying to, he starts raising his arm then letting it drop. Mind you, he is asleep. Well... there I am with his arm hitting me every 15 minutes.. wanting a cig.. hoping to sleep.. and bump..bump..

I snapped, for me anyways. I put my elbow up next to his and pushed back. So there I was..holding up his arm while he slept. I began to wonder if I sometimes live my life this way.. pushing againist something that doesn't even know it is in a battle.

Man, I want a cig.....

Until next time

Just call me a quitter..

I quit smoking last Tuesday.

Reading that again, even I can't believe it. Seems like just yesterday I was "bumming" cigs from my parents and sneaking out to the woods to smoke them. Oh, I got a little thrill just thinking about it. I was so bad. I miss being young and bulletproof.

It hit me a couple weeks ago that I had been smoking for 13 years, but that wasn't why I decided to quit. No, nope, nothing that deep for me. I decided to quit when I was putting on eyeliner and saw some fine (O. K., not so fine) lines under my eyes. I mean this smoking thing was causing wrinkles. They should have put THAT on the side of the pack.

Now I know some of you may be thinking that the wrinkles may just be coming with age, but I personally refuse to believe that. I choose instead to believe that stopping smoking will pause my clock. Not stop it, mind you, but seriously make the second hand stick.

There are some side-affects of quitting smoking that I had not counted on. For example, my husband has gone to bed early every day since Wed. He has been pretending to fall asleep at 7:00 all week. My dogs seem to live under my bed now and I haven't seen the cat since before the weekend. My daughter begged to spend the weekend at grandmas’ and went to school early this morning. My mom hasn't called me in three days and last time I called her. She didn't answer.

OK. I ran out of patience for this too. I am going to go draw or take a walk. Finish climbing that wall.

Til next time

Unthinkable

The thoughts I don't have, scare me.

Ahh my first one

Ok.. deep breath.. here I go.. My first time..

I must admit I am a little breathless, nervous, curious but mostly I am just scared. That is no doubt normal.. right? I mean everyone wonders what their first time will be like.... Can it possible live up to the hype? Will I enjoy it? Will someone else enjoy it? Nothing to do now but take a deep breath and go for it...

Here goes...

My first blog.

Wow, that was less painful than I had heard. Little quicker than I had pictured but not bad. Omg, now the doubts kick in. Will they like it? Was it good for them? Who is THEM?

Getting sore now.. best to start off slow..

Until the next post