Hornet
- Age: 48
- Gender: Female
- Location: McDonald's Corners ON CA
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DAILY NEWS AND UPDATES
I like you because of who you are to me...
A true friend.
Proud To Be Your Friend!
I've learned....That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes..
I've learned....That we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for.
I've learned.....That money doesn't buy class..
I've learned...That it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.
I've learned... That under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.
I've learned.....That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.
I've learned....That the less time I have to work, the more things I get done.
It's National Friendship Week.
Show your friends how much you care.
HAPPY FRIENDSHIP WEEK TO YOU!!!!!!
YOU ARE MY FRIEND AND I AM HONORED.
THANK YOU TO THERESA FOR THIS LOVELY MESSAGE!!!
Some of my Artwork
Quotations, Inspirations, poems
~Just some writings that amuse or inspire me, and you too, i hope.~
Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.- Anne Morrow Lindburgh
The poetry of the Earth is never dead ~ John Keats
When someone tells you that nothing is impossible, ask him to dribble a football ! (anon)
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It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't
know what we've been missing until it arrives.
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A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud.
- By Ralph Waldo Emerson
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~George Eliot
"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is
born."
- Anais Nin 
| "The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you'll go." | |
 Dr. Seuss quotes |
"Whether the weather be fine, Whether the weather be not, Whether the weather be cold, Whether the weather be hot, We'll weather the weather, Whatever the weather, Whether we like it or not" (unknown)
I'm the kinda person, you gotta fight for everything you get. You gotta believe in yourself.
Ace Frehley
Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you've imagined. As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler. Henry David Thoreau
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I enjoyed my life when I had nothing... and kinda like the idea of just being happy with me.
Joey Ramone
Kurt Vonnegut, Mother Night
ANIMALIZE
Dog Quotes - Unusual Canine Philosophy
You can say any foolish thing to a dog, and the dog
will give you a look that says, 'My God, you're right!'
I never would've thought of that!' Dave Barry
The average dog is a nicer person than the average person. Andy Rooney
Dogs have Owners - cats have "staff". Anonymous
Don't accept your dog's admiration as conclusive evidence that
you are wonderful. Ann Landers
The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail
instead of his tongue. Anonymous
If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die,
I want to go where they went. Will Rogers
A dog teaches a boy fidelity, perseverance, and to turn around three times
before lying down.
Robert Benchley
There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy
licking your face. Ben William
SMART CAT RIDES BUS:
Casper: He has been making the journey for so long that all First Bus drivers have now been told to look out for him to ensure he gets off at the right stop. Photo: PA
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/5933325/Pet-cat-catches-the-daily-bus-for-four-years.html
My Pets, past and present
I went straight over there, and inside was a long haired white and orange cat. Without hesitation or consideration (the LAWS lady was talking with my mother) I opened the cage and gently brought him out, and, holding him up to face me, he tipped his head down and kissed me - on the lips. Well, that was that. Destiny.
I said , ok, I have my cat. The woman and mom looked at me in surprise, since we had not been in the room more than about 3 or 4 minutes.
The cat allowed me to hold him and carry him out to the lobby where our carrier cage was, and didn't struggle as I lowered him into it.
They told me that there was no charge, since I was rescuing him - it was literally his last day.
He had come to the shelter in such bad condition with his hair was matted and so full of burrs that they had to shave it all off, except for around his face.
They normally keep cats for 3 months, but they kept my cat (they called him Snoopy) for an extra 3 months to give him a chance to let his fur grow back in - nobody wanted a bald cat ! So I named him after the prison, Sing-Sing. I gave them the money anyway as a donation.
I got home ad let him out of the carrier...slowly he crawled out, slightly nervous, but (as they had named him,) he got snoopy really fast, sniffing and exploring my cabin.. He was so excited; I tried taking a picture of him, but it was a blur because he was in constant motion.
At the time I lived in a small cabin with just 2 rooms separated by a block of concrete, with the living room/bedroom on one side, and the kitchen and half bathroom on the other. No palace, but better than a cage!
We have since moved into a mobile home, with lots more room for both of us, and a screened in porch where we both watch the birds. He has always been an indoor cat, but a couple of times when he did run out the door he got terrified because of the enormity of the outdoors and hid immediately under the porch, and when I finally get him back inside he is content to stay there. he doesn't even try anymore!
He is my furry friend, my hot-water-bottle. He always knows when I have pain, either in my abdomen or in my arthritic lower back, and he curls up as closely against the sore spot as possible.
His only demands are regularly cleaned litter and regularly scheduled meals, but on my 'bad' days, he lies patiently on a pillow next to my head and checks my every movement I make.
I have had many cats and all of them were special, but this guy survived a house fire with me, and I look at him when he sleeps and remember how close he came to being "put down'. I get a lump in my throat thinking about it.
At the LAWS centre, while I was at the front desk, about to leave, a bunch of the staff members came to see "snoopy" off to his 'forever home', and some of them did have tears in their eyes. They knew how special he was/is.
2nd story: MY FIRST DOG
I had a small dog when i was young, named 'Phoebe" (pronounced Fee Bee, like the singer , Phoebe Snow). My father worked as a professional musician almost every night at a club with a big dance floor and a disco ball (i don't know what they called them before 'disco").
One night my sister and I were in bed, asleep, when our parents woke us up and said to come downstairs to see something. This was very unusual, for sure, so we ran down the stairs, went into the kitchen, and if we had brakes on our feet they would have screeched and left tire marks!
Sitting there was a tiny dog, maybe twice as big as a chihuaha, or a bit less. She was black and tan, with a curly tail. Well that little dog looked at us, with pleading eyes, and she was trembling all over from fright. My sis and I both went over to her and got down on the floor to talk to her and pet her.
I can't remember why or how she got to us, I don't remember if we were told, but we didn't care. We were allowed to take her back upstairs and share the big bed in the guest room with little Phoebe between us, licking our hands and faces and rolling around, so happy to be loved and get lots of attention. I don't know how old she was, but she was not a puppy. I think I was maybe 9 or 10 at the time.
My dad went off to work, and said to my mother that he would call when he took his breaks, to hear the various names we chose. I don't know how many names it took until I finally said "what about Phoebe?" I think my dad was surprised I even knew that name, let alone how to pronounce it, so Phoebe she was!
We loved that little dog, and she went everywhere with us, and we took turns having her in our rooms at night. Eventually she turned into my dog more than my sister's; my sister didn't go anywhere, except sometimes on her bike or down to the river. I was always over at other people's houses on the street, and Phoebe came with me.
For such a small dog, she was fiercely protective, and it was funny how she would growl and start biting people's shoes...no matter how many times they dislodged her, she would be biting their shoes again until I had to pick her up and hold her 'til she calmed down. Nobody liked her, especially not boys, and one or two of the kids' parents would not allow her in the yard - probably she pooped or maybe she peed in their gardens, I don't know.
When mom came home from work, Phoebe knew what time that was and sat right near the door waiting. My mom would walk inside and Phoebe would get up on her hind legs and dance in circles and woof and just go bonkers.I guess mom was the one who brought her home. Dad never paid attention he was too selfish and jealous of anyone paying attention to anyone but him. He wasn't cruel to her, he just didn't care much for pets.
I am not sure how long we had her for, but she was ageing to the point where her skin smelled bad, and she had trouble walking and other things.
One day when sis and I came home from school, she was gone. It was winter, and I was fretting about her being outside. My dad told us that sometimes when dogs get old, they know they are sick and go somewhere to die. We believed him, and that was probably the only humane thing he ever did. He was usually blunt, say, if a cat died he would just say, the cat died, and that was it.
I loved that wee doggie. i remember she was not "fixed' - we couldn't afford it, so we kept her indoors when she was in heat, and mom took a pair of underpants, cut a hole for her tail and put them on her so she wouldn't drip. they usually always fell off anyway.
One day I forgot, and she ran out of the house and before i could stop it, a dog was on her. My mom was angry with me, even though it was an accident. I understand why now, but I was confused back then,
Then there came another night when mom woke us up, and told us to come into the other room with her. Phoebe was in a box lined with old rags and towels. We were confused, and mom told us Phoebe was going to give birth to puppies. After a while, the first one started to come out, and then suddenly slid right out, covered in placenta material, which Phoebe licked off gently, and before we knew it, a second pup appeared. They were both cleaned up by Phoebe with some help from mom.
There were just the two; One black, the other gold. One pup got adopted fairly quickly and i think the other one must have gone to the SPCA. We did not have time enough to get attatched to them, but they grew to a good size during the time we had them.
Once they were gone, Phoebe kept a nest of her own under a desk, and we had an alligator squeaky toy which she guarded seriously, snapping and growling at anyone who tried to take it from her. Poor dog, missing her pups.
We did learn some good lessons on life with that little pet. I loved her and missed her for years. Thank you mom for giving my sister and me, and Phoebe, a lot of love and caring, and showing us the miracle of birth.
Stuff about ME
I am a former city girl who grew up in a small community with lots of field, forest, river and streams. I have now returned to a
rural area, on a piece of land abutting my mother's 17 acres of woodland, wetland, meadow and gardens.
I intend to stay here for the rest of my days. I can walk outside to trees instead of traffic. A disability prevents me from ever working again, but i was
fortunate to have a good insurance policy at my last job. I have always loved to be in nature, solitary, watching and listening to the animals and the whispers
of the trees.
I have many interests, but i tend to procrastinate a lot. My goal is to get back to my former artistic self, and relearn to draw and paint. I also love music
and singing, and I am taking vocal coaching, mostly for my own expressive needs, but the posture and breathing help with my back fusion and lower lumbar
osteoarthritis, as well as giving me some pain relief from the endorphins that singing and music provide. I take low impact aquafit classes at the local pool ,
also to help the back muscles. I am also getting back to my meagre artistic abilities, and have begun sketching with a goal in mind.
I love animals and wildlife, but Mom and I are typical eccentric ladies with hordes of cats.(can you be 'typical' if you are 'eccentric?") In
my home I have one cat , long haired mostly white with large orange patches and tail (this type is very popular in this area), who is a jealous guy that has
always been an indoor cat, and he goes ballistic at the sight of other cats. My mother has six: 2 grey and white, two orange tabbys and two calico.
I love to travel when I can, when my arthritis etc allows me, and I love reading, especially mysteries - the old fashioned gumshoe paperbacks are my
favourites. I collect vintage stuff of all kinds, but particularly hats, clothing, shoes and gloves.
I am single, never married, no kids. I have made good friends in the community where I live and I try to do volunteer work when I can, as long as my physical
restrictions will allow. I also love playing on the PC, and meeting people this way since I do not drive and it is difficult for me to get out and meet people
in person.
I cherish many of the friends I have made online, and have even visited a few at their homes. I hope to make more friends, and I am a loyal, sensitive,
unpredictable but trustworthy person. i answer EVERY SINGLE message, even if it is just a picture. Ihope to call YOU my friend!
If you can't find my community, the Hornet's nest, go to http://beeshive.yuku.com
THIS IS MY BLOG
Make sure you scroll down - there are some fun boxes there!
My media
JIGSAW PUZZLES
CLICK THE PIC !
(when you get to the page, you can always change the cut by clicking the link under the photo in the corner, for a
more or less challenging cut or number of pieces)
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Things I want to do before I turn 100
BEFORE I TURN 100
Here I will begin my list
YUP, I wanna be a street-busker-extraordinaire. At that age, who gives a flip?!
OH and I want to meet Gary Sinise..sigh...a very very married guy, but I can dream, and that's what this page is for!
I would like to see this planet of ours cleaned up !
(it's hard to see, but that's a baby duck swimming in that filth)
I still think there is a chance for me to find another person to love and love me back
I want to really start taking my meager artisitic talents more seriously
I want to curb my sweet tooth
and exchange it for healthier fresh foods
I have a great collection of "funeral hats" and I want to make a showcase of them as well as some of the hats I make, and other vintage clothing and
apparel.
I want to travel to more places, maybe the South of France, or maybe the North Pole
friendly words
Favorite photos
My cabin before the fire in 2004
Two "rock soldiers' who cleaned up their act (R: A Cooper L. Ace Frehley)
"Band in the Barn" from InFest 2002
My 'best' friend Deb, doing what she does best - painting
My oldest friends + one, at Su's gala Poetry Reading (L: Su, R: Me - I have lost weight since)
View from Cafe du Monde of Jackson Square buskers, New Orleans 2007
My blog
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My life in the Stix
I live in a small rural community. In my profile, i spell it out a bit; but there were many reasons for my move from the city where I spent most of my adult life to the place where I am now, next to my mother who has been here for some 30 years.
The 1/4 acre of land with log cabin was deserted after the eccentric loner who built it passed away.
His relatives held on to it for a few years, with the intention of using it as a summer cottage, but it is so close to my mother's house that there is no real privacy, and even though there is a lake nearby, it is not very good for picnics or swimming.
They finally gave my mother first dibs and accepted her 1st offer. So she had it for a few years before I moved in, meaning to fix it up as a guest house, but never got around to it.
So I moved in to a dark, dusty little space, split in two by a large slab of concrete in the middle, as a weight bearing support as well as a fireplace.
For whatever reason, the fireplace was not of regulation size, and did not throw off heat. He had an old Franklin stove, but the family hauled it away, the only valuable thing in the place. The cabin was what is called a 'stackpole" or "stackwall" which means that shorter logs are used, like bricks, with the round ends visible between the chinking. An interesting effect, but very filthy and prone to insects and other critters.
My first summer , I had no screens on the windows, and one of the doorways was without a door, and the hibernating ladybugs, ants, spiders and assorted beasties were awakened by the activity , light and warmth.
I would lie in my bed some nights while it was raining, and suddenly, plop! A big old toad would land on my bed. I had to laugh. They say it's good luck - or maybe that's crickets.
In the fall we finally had everything patched up well enough to see me through winter, but I still had inadequate heating. There was an even larger wood burning stove besides the missing Franklin, in the other half of the place with a cooking top, bread warming oven and regular oven, but the tinder box was too small for most of the pre-cut woodcords that are sold.
I had to get up every 2 hours or so to feed the monster, and after a while I would fall asleep under my mountain of duvets etc and then awake to shiver me timbers over to tend the damn coals back to flame. It also had an illegal number of bends in the pipes attaching it to the chimney. The pipes had not been cleaned for god knows how long, so creosote etc from the soft wood burning was a threat for potential chimney fires.
Finally I did get a proper wood stove, and cleaned out the whole kitchen side of the cabin, installed cupboards etc, and got the sink working - but it was just pvc piping running down a hillside to the culvert; meaning that it froze in winter, and I had to haul water from my mother's place for washing etc. Thank goodness the toilet worked fine on it's own, but I did not have a tub or shower. I did all that at mom's - but those first couple of winters, i hardly ever changed clothes; I just would quickly strip off the layers and then put on a new set of layers. Thoreau at Walden's Pond was a wimp! (oh, I should mention, during winters my mother and my stepfather would go to Florida from November to May, and I kept her cats fed, got the mail, paid the bills, etc)
I got through a disaster of immense proportions when an ice storm hit us back in 98. I was ok, since I was somewhat self sufficient. The power was off, but I had candles and kerosene lamps and the stove. I had food outside in a critter proof container to keep it frozen, and I thawed and cooked meals on the top of the stove. I do not have a job, kids, car or anything to worry about, but after nearly 3 weeks, it was getting pretty grim.
Neighbors helped out with bringing me water from town, since mom's place was frozen up. I also got groceries: when they went to town, I would go along. Basically, however, I was better off than most people I knew during that time.
Well, i have a lot more to tell you all, but I will stop for now - chow time!
Some words of advice o folks who think a country log cabin home sounds like an idealitic adventure, heed these three warnings:
1) look in your cup before you take a sip
2) shake out your towel before you dry yourself
3) never run screaming, naked and brandishing a stick at whatever is making all that noise out there at night.
Ta Ta
before the fire
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mystery195912
11/25/09
I hope you are enjoying your singing and the painting project I use to paint a little but I hung up the old brushes to be a mom and just haven't pick them up again maybe I'll give it a try again soon.
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mikki
11/25/09
pinksapphirebeauty
11/25/09
Hi there. How are you? Have a beautiful day. You are right - winters are mild here by compare to the north. I don't miss extreme cold, snow or ice at all.
Hugs,
Viv
Layla
11/25/09
Happy Thanksgiving...HUGS Layla xoxo
sleepingbeauty777
11/24/09
I'll let you know how it goes. I'm looking forward to it! Hugs!
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sleepingbeauty777
11/24/09
Thanks!, I've gotten where I don't even open my email, I'm afraid to. I got some kind of worm called Security Tool while on Facebook. Whatever you do if you see that pop up on you be sure and click Alt F4 at the same time. Do not click the X or anything on it, it even takes over your Norton. It cost me $139.99 to get rid of it, I couldn't decide whet to pay that much money or buy a new pc. I love Facebook, I have lots of family there and it helps us together on what is happening and I also have lifelong friends there, too. So I usually go to facebook then yuku. The techs said there have been lots of dell users getting it while in facebook.
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sleepingbeauty777
11/24/09
My youngest daughter and her family are going to Branson. My older daughter, her kids, and me have reservations downtown at a nice little family restaurant.
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sleepingbeauty777
11/24/09
We did it so we could experience other cultures. It is interesting to do it at Christmas so we can all gather information about how different cultures spend that special day. But one thing we do have evey Christmas is have a birthday cake and sing happy birthday to Jesus. It is funny that one year we did mexican at Thanksgiving and german at Christmas. That year one of my granddaughters had to write a teme about their Thanksgiving and another theme after Christmas. She didn't believe my granddaughter and questioned her mother and I asking if it were true. The teacher had never lived anywhere but the small town she grew up in and taught in. I think she was a little upset we didn't do traditional, ha! My son in law feels the same way so we have traditional when they come. We haven't decided what we will do Christmas this year.
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Tanko
11/24/09
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LostInEternity99
11/23/09
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