50 Little Things

I am taking the advice of Mer and doing a list today for fun. Might be harder than I think. I am going to attempt to list 50 little things about me. I know many of these may be things already known, but let’s see if I can find some new ones.

  1. I like Yoko Ono.
  2. Today is my husband’s birthday.
  3. I am studying Spanish on the Duolingo app.
  4. I have a banjo.
  5. I own a scooter I am going to ride as soon as it’s fixed.
  6. I know how to solder.
  7. I like Eminem.
  8. I live around the block from my childhood home.
  9. I collect old phones and radios.
  10. I do not like Journey.
  11. I am an amateur radio operator, licensed for 20 years.
  12. I am a Dudeist Priestess able to perform weddings, funerals, etc. 
  13. I love Shakespeare plays.
  14. I love almost all vegetables.
  15. I like to follow Cleveland baseball.
  16. Surprisingly, I like tv shows such as: Wagon Train, The Rifleman, and Gunsmoke.
  17. I am distantly related to Dave Mustaine of Megadeth.
  18. I like Metallica
  19. There is a picture of me wearing a dashiki in my high school year book. I  love colorful clothes.
  20. I used to be on a golf league. I LOVED it. I was a terrible player, but really enjoyed playing. 
  21. I was arrested at 18 for disorderly conduct. The police had to wake me up to arrest me…..
  22. I had my first child when I was 19. He is going to be 34 this year and is a great person. 
  23. My husband says I can’t whistle, but I can.  A little. Badly. For a very short time. hahahaha
  24. I have seen Weird Al in concert almost every year since 1996.
  25. I taught Sunday school in the early 90s.
  26. I like square dancing even though I never do it anymore. Since junior high.
  27. I was a competitive swimmer for 6 years.
  28. OMG How is it not on the top of the list?? I LOVE THE BEATLES! I was in discussion about Yoko today so she was on my mind first. But the BEATLES are IT.
  29. I  LOVE Frank Zappa. He is fantastic. I hadn’t felt love for a musician like this since the Beatles. The Beatles are always first, but then FRANK.
  30. I am a HUGE Harry Potter fan. I have all the clothes to dress up, three wands, of course all the books, regular and large print for when I am older. Anything I can get my hands on Harry Potter makes me happy.
  31. I have three brothers, one a year and a half older than I, one a year and a half younger and one seven years younger.
  32. I stopped smoking 2 years ago this May on my birthday. 
  33. I didn’t care for the movie The Revenant.
  34. I am very afraid of spiders. They can just go to hell. Or away from me. Either one is okay.
  35. I like to fish.
  36. I love to read. Duh
  37. I can change a tire.
  38. I am almost 53 years old and I do not dye my hair. I have a little gray hair but I earned it. I am not going to dye it. It’s short anyway. 
  39. I have been to Alaska.
  40. I do not carry a purse. I haven’t since 1994.
  41. We have a clock in every room, including the bathroom. Do you guys, too?
  42. We use 24 hour time on our digital clocks. 
  43. I do not like bananas.
  44. I love donuts, but don’t eat them because I can’t stop. 
  45. I like to crochet, knit, and cross stitch.
  46. I do not smoke crack.
  47. I watch MeTv with my husband almost every night after he gets home from work.
  48. I like sparkly stuff.
  49. I have the ashes of my last two kitties on my coffee table.
  50. I think this was a fun post for me. Thanks Mer!


C is the first letter in all the names of my siblings, parents and me: Chuck, Chris, Curt, Charles, Colleen and Cheryl

Reading is one of my favorite ways to spend time.

It’s fun to try new things.

My new kitten, Harrison, sure makes me happy.

Seen some crazy things in my time.

Oh man, the cold weather is here to stay for awhile. 

Not a fan of Journey

Oy, I don’t like them.

Why did I mention them?

Let’s change the subject.

6 years ago many people said two thousand nine. Now many people say twenty fifteen. Two thousand fifteen sounds awkward to me.

times married is the charm. This time I have the right guy!


A Tale of Two Kitties

I have a new kitten! We rescued him from under a friend’s porch a month ago. He is about two months old now. HE IS ADORABLE! We, and by we I mean I, named him Harrison. After George Harrison, my favorite Beatle. My parents had a wonderful cat named George for a number of years and he just died two years ago. I wasn’t ready to have another George yet. So Harrison it is!

When we brought him home he was tiny. On his first vet visit a week after we got him he weighed 1.6 pounds. His body was so small. It was hard to even pet him since he had such a tiny little back.

We also have an older cat who is about ten years old. We thought she would enjoy having the kitten around since she had been somewhat mopey since she was alone after my little baby cat (17 years old) died early this year. We could not have been more wrong.

Cleo is not amused. She is usually a very laid back cat.  Get Harrison in the mix and she is a growling, hissing and angry kitty. She doesn’t like that he follows her around like a puppy. Harrison loves Cleo. He wants to play with her all the time and runs around like a bat out of hell passing inches from Cleo’s nose. She is not happy about that at all.

Often Cleo excuses herself to the bedroom to sleep on the bed or asks to go out in the  back yard. The outdoor escape isn’t going to happen soon since the mornings are in the 30s these days. Brrrrrr

Harrison is a model cat. He has used the litter box since day one, he eats whatever we give him and he is very loving and playful. He uses the scratching post that none of our other cats would ever use.

I only have one problem with him……he is supposed to be my baby.  Who does he choose to cuddle up to at night? His mommy, who feeds and waters him, cleans the litter box and plays with him all day long? No. He snuggles up to Daddy.

Oh well, I guess I’ll have to settle for him loving me all day while Daddy is at work.




My Stripe


This is my little Stripe kitty.  He died last week. I miss him every day. He was my little buddy for 16 years. R.I.P. Stripe.


Mew-zik to my ears



He Can’t Help It

I have a fifteen year old cat who isn’t too smart. Most cats seem cunning or sneaky or in some way intelligent. Not my Stripey. He just isn’t that smart.

Stripe was the runt of the litter, yet he’s the last living member of his feline family. He never was too bright, except when it comes to getting food.

Stripe is the kind of cat who will sit in the corner with his head facing the wall. Not touching the wall or anything, but with his back facing out. Not very smart if you don’t want to get snuck up on by other cats and animals. Which used to happen a lot. You would think he would learn. Nope.,

Our cats used to be allowed out and about in the neighborhood. In our city cats are not allowed out of their humans’ yard unless they are on a leash, same as dogs. Almost no one listens to this law and there are several cats who roam our neighborhood.

Ours are no longer among them. Some neighbor, who chose to be anonymous, called the animal warden to complain that Stripe is always wandering around and is too loud when he meows to come in. Sheesh. So we keep them in.

Recently I have been allowing them outside in the back yard if my husband or I are out there with them (we have two cats). Our other cat, Cleo, has learned she isn’t to go out of the yard or she has to go inside. Stripe? No. He is chased down and put inside almost every time.

My husband used to get so mad at Stripe. He used to go in and out the door every five seconds, even in the rain. He doesn’t bother me so I can’t think of all the things my husband gets mad at him for. I keep telling my husband, “He can’t help it!” he’s a little slow at times, the cat, not my husband.

Stripe follows me around like a little puppy these days. I think in addition to not being too bright, the poor little guy can’t see that well anymore. I love him though. As hubby has come to accept that the little bastard (as my husband calls him) really can’t help the bad things he does (he knocks everything over) things have been much calmer at home.

Now if Stripe does something bad or dumb, hubby just says over and over to himself…”He can’t help it.”