the cats...

There is nothing more entertaining to me than Chloe Jo and her four cats...with whom she has a love/hate relationship. I totally get that. I love them, but they drive me crazy.

Fozzie is a huge cat. Fozzie is handsome. He is also the perfect example of where the term "scaredy-cat" comes from. Fozzie is also the cat who Chloe Jo wants to pet the most. But he runs...with eyes as big as saucers...he hides...and maybe toddlers just arent his
Favorite thing. Ha

Then, there is Hazy...our disgruntled mama cat. She is super tiny and moody. Suprisingly, She is protective of Chloe Jo...so she does have mothering instincts...just not with her own children. Hazy loves scrambled eggs and her sesame street couch bed.

We also have toot and buzz...and I could write for hours about all the things these two do that truly get under my skin. Ha. But Chloe Jo loves them all with all of her heart.

She also loves to throw them under the bus quite regularly when things occur that shouldn't.



The maple tree, again...

So...my huge maple tree that I love so dearly is causing problems again. Flies...hundreds of them. You can hear a faint hum from them all if you listen closely. Really creepy. They are after the sap that is falling so heavily from the tree this year.

David worked for a few hours pressure washing with bleach and water because the concrete was black from the sap falling so heavily. But the flies came right back today.

I feel quite certain there is meaning to it. My grandmother used to say certain things about events in nature. You know, old sayings...funny how certain things are a trigger for what Once was. You just cannot replace that wisdom.


My spring break ticket...

I would consider myself a law-abiding citizen. I do Not participate in illegal activities...I have always tried to do good things. I try to be a role model in my community. I have pride in my home and neighborhood.

Lately, I am frustrated. I have obvious issues with the camera at the red light in mckenzie...now it is the trooper who gave me a ticket around the corner in my subdivision. I really had no idea what I did. He turned around and actually blue-lighted me right down the street from my house.

I just ran up town for a minute...I mean Gleason is not that big...I am not making excuses but I will admit I am still in disbelief! The officer says to me, "I saw you weren't wearing your seatbelt." it was at this point my mouth dropped. I'm sitting there thinking wow...you really blue lighted me and chased me down for that...right here in town...but I said not one word.

He looks at my license and then says to me,"you live over on Midland?" I reply, " yep...right around the corner!" it was at this point i see all the folks, my neighbors, looking out their doors and talking across the street to each other about what was going on.

The worse part was I recognized the trooper...from my hometown.(probably micki's age) I didn't attempt to make a connection. I'll just leave it at...he's not looking to make any friends in tater town.

20 bucks...and a bruised ego Later...My thoughts were that I was the worse crime happening in Gleason. Meth labs in vans driving all around town...and you are searching out seat belt offenders. I am the guilty dog.

I didn't feel like a law-abiding citizen...I felt crummy...mad...shocked...confused about what had just happened. I felt like turning in my keys...driving around here is just too risky for me.

The crazy part was as I was walking in the door my phone was ringing. It was our children's ministry director from church...wanting this hard criminal to help with VBS. Hopefully the earful she endured from my venting,while coming out of shock,won't change her mind. Ha.

No one gets tickets from a state trooper in the subdivision. Not in Gleason.
So, buckle-up friends...or you might be next.


P.s. to redeem my good citizenship I will tell you that Chloe Jo was in her seat and buckled in:)