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Throwing Stones

Throwing Stones

Glass houses and rum, not another adventure of Jack Sparrow.

Evil Nazi Squirrel of Death

Evil Nazi Squirrel of Death

I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, "Banzai!" or maybe, "Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!" The leap was nothing short of spectacular...

Are We There Yet?

Are We There Yet?

“Blah! Blah! Blah! Float... BORING! Pft, you old boats are just jealous you don't have the MOVES! **sings** Cause I got moves like Jagger.”

Paradox of Beauty

Paradox of Beauty

She had it all - Beauty, brains, strength of mind and character, all combined with the endearing quality...

Not so Snug as a (Yuck) Bug

Day 2 of attack of the yuck bug.  

This unwelcome intruder has made itself at home, and appears for all intents and purposes to be as snug as a bug in a rug, or in this case one miserable little kitty head...ie, my head! Joy. It has proceeded to flood my nasal and sinus cavities with some sort of alien goop that is just viscous enough to irritate my nose causing a near constant sniffle.  Yet it is congealed enough to resist even the most Herculean nose blowing efforts on my part. 

Surely this thing must be an alien VAMPIRE yuck bug.  No matter how much I sleep it still manage to drain all my energy.  Further, where ever it comes from it must give off helium as a by-product of its bio functions, because my head feels like it's floating in the clouds, which honestly isn't that pleasant of an experience all things considered.  Makes me feel rather woosy and dizzy.  Tom, I said dizzy, not ditzy.

After repeated, and failed attempts to drown this sadistic little bugger with juice and water, then poison him with vitamins, Tylenol, and Benadryl, I admit defeat again tonight.  Maybe tomorrow this alien vampire yuck bug will tire of toying with me and move on to some other poor unlucky target.  For now I am going to sniffle and gasp for air in the darkness while I pray for sleep or some other form of unconsciousness to overtake me.

---Update--

I'm actually on day 4 in this battle against the alien Yuck Bug.  So far it is Yuck Bug 4 - kitty 0. Hope is not lost.  I still have hot tea. Allen bought me some Dayquil to add to my medicinal arsenal. And we were able take a long hot shower today.  Fear not my feline friends, or is it friends of a feline friend? Or... Oh who cares, I'm going back to bed! Yuck Bug wins another round. *sniffle cough hack*

~ Sierra Sugar

The Trucker's Moon



A late summer moon rises in the night.
Full and round with its soft amber light.
Watching quietly.
Traveling patiently,
Keeping vigile from it's path across the sky.

A late summer moon rises in the night.
Mostly ignored for the glare of city lights.
Busy people.
Hurried people.
Too distracted in their chaos to notice the sky.

A late summer moon rises in the night.
Guiding the Trucker by it gentle glowing light.
Helping Truckers.
Friend to Truckers.
All the world slumbers, yet the Trucker and his moon travel the roads til morning light.

~Sierra Sugar (c) 09/01/2015

Cloud Making Machine


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Have you ever seen a cloud making machine?  I bet you have and you just didn't realize it.  The magic is hidden from the more jaded mind of most adults.  Cloaked in innocence, only the innocent mind can see the beauty beneath the grime of the real world.  In a magical place not to far away the world around us is buzzing with all sorts of magic.  It's a place where children can grow up to teach the cows how to moo.  It's a world where shoes grow on trees.  It's a life filled with silver linings and pots of gold.  It's a world where underneath the ugly is unimaginable beauty.  And it all flourishes within the mind of a child and their unrestrained and untainted imagination.

Drive down any road around any city.  Look through the haze and smog and try to see it through the eyes of a child.  There in the middle of all the metal and dirt stands a majestic cloud making machine pumping out clouds of every size, sort, and color.  From white fluffy sunshine clouds to dark and ominous black storm clouds.  They form as thins wisps dancing on a blue stage, or bellow into the sky with a vengeance.  To you and me they are power plants, steel plants, paper mills, and other such mundane factory work places.  Oh but to the child they are where the clouds are made.  They are beautiful and special.  I mean, really, it isn't every day you get to see the wonders of a cloud making machine in full cloud mode now is it?

So the next time you see a sky covered in smog and smoke from the necessary but odiferous factories that populate our world providing jobs, materials, foods, and fuels, stop for a moment to look through the eyes of a child and smile.  In our grown up world smog and pollution are horrible things ruining the natural clean air and resources of our planet.  But in the world of a child they are the magical formations of clouds and all the magical cloud creatures they find in the sky.  Seeing it as a child doesn't change the facts of reality, but maybe for a moment it will bring a smile to you day.

And that my friends, that smile, is the magic peeking through.

~sierra

A cloud making machine for Eric.
*Inspired by our neighbor's little boy and his statement that it was a special day because he got to see a cloud making machine.  Out of the mouth of babes the world is a much simpler place.  Thank you Eric for the smile and the reminder that magic does still exist.

The Night Before Christmas

You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen,

Comet and Cupid and Donner, and Blitzen.

But do you recall the most famous reindeer of all?

It's that time of year where Christmas Carols are on every radio station, “Its a Wonderful Life” is playing on TV, and all the little children are anxiously awaiting what wonderful surprises might be under the tree come tomorrow morning.  It truly is the night before Christmas.  And did you know you can now track Santa and his sleigh as he makes his way around the world?  Just go

here

 and find out how close he is to your house.  He really puts those reindeer through a workout this one night of the year; a 24-hour midnight race around the world.

Ever wonder how those reindeer train for such a demanding event?  I'll let you in on a little secret.

Watch out for flying reindeer!  

You see these signs all over the highways and roadways throughout America, even the world.  Yep, that's right!  These are the practice pathways for Santa's team of coursers.  Throughout the year they race through mountains and valleys, woodlands and hills, up and down, and over the rivers and through the woods, but not necessarily to grandmother's house.  Atleast, not until Christmas Eve.

I'm sure they take some time off after the mad dash of Christmas Eve.  But not for too long, as they have to stay in shape for the next year.  With that in mind, off they go, the experienced and the hopeful, of all Santa's reindeer training to be the next Dasher or Blitzen.  Talk about hiding in plain sight!  So next time you're out driving around and notice these yellow caution signs for flying reindeer, look around, you just might get lucky and catch a streaking red glimpse of Rudolph's glowy nose.

Merry Christmas everyone!

~sierra

Kitty kissing Santa Claus!