Brace yourself, for I have some bad news. Ready?…. I’m going to die.
There, I said it. Like removing a band-aid, I think it’s best to do it quickly. Just get it over with. That’s not to imply I’m intending to kill myself. No, I’m too selfish for that. Besides, I still have a Southwest Rewards flight I’ve yet to use.
Continue readingI try to accept scary or creepy looking things for what they are even though they often give me the willies. And for the most part, I can do that, except when it comes to one particular species: snakes.
Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying I hate snakes; I just don’t like ‘em. They sorta make my skin crawl and the hair stand up on the back of my neck, as the saying goes. And try as I might to accept them, I freak out whenever I encounter one. So I’m failing miserably in the acceptance department where snakes are concerned.
What brought this up, you ask? I read an article last week about a man who found a snake hiding in his sofa. Since you’re probably in shock, let me repeat that. A ginormous snake was curled up behind a cushion in this man’s sofa!
Here’s the deal in case you didn’t know…
Continue readingI think was born in the wrong country. Now don’t get me wrong; I enjoy being an American…wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. My ancestry is half Portuguese along with English, Irish and a touch of Welsh. That’s fine and dandy, but I have reason to believe two countries have been hiding inside me, mainly on my taste buds.
Ever since I had my first taste of Thai and Vietnamese food many moons ago, I’ve been smitten. Both are now mouth-watering favorites I wish I’d discovered way sooner. But here’s the good news…
My friend Mandy happens to live across the street from a woman from Thailand and she taught Mandy the art of cooking Thai food. Turns out it pays to know people who live across the street from a Thai cook. Lucky us!
Last Friday I’m driving to Forgotten Felines to deliver feral cats being relocated to new outdoor homes. On the way, I stopped to train a group of ladies who volunteered to feed cats living near the fairgrounds.
While at a stoplight, my phone pinged. I glanced at it on the passenger seat. It was Forgotten Felines. Why were they contacting me? Something must be wrong. So I picked up my phone to read the text. Damn! It said they needed to postpone until Monday but to keep driving if I’m already on my way.
Relieved, I put the phone down. Then I glanced to my left. There, staring back at me, was a policeman.
There, I said it. I’m not exactly proud of it, but I’m not embarrassed by it either. It is what it is. To be honest, I’m actually okay with it and I’ll tell you why.
As you know, I’m an animal person. I’ve had many cats and dogs in my lifetime so I can’t imagine not having pets living with me. Working in cat rescue, I’ve fostered 272 kittens to date. Over the years, my menagerie grew as I’d add a cat to the count here and there when one of my fosters wasn’t going to be adoptable. I ask you,
