Rabbit holes aren't fun when you are unceremoniously yanked from from them while being swirled around like a washing machine on spin cycle.
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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.
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
|Missy the pampered #TruckerPath puppy.|
Next I expect her to start demanding for filet mignon treats and a golden collar. Maybe her own star on Hollywood Blvd? But no, she didn't let the pampering go to her fuzzy little head. She continues to snore all day in the truck sucking up the AC and hogging the bed. That's my little Missy girl and I wouldn't have her any other way. She deserves all the pampering she can get!
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
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!
Kitty kissing Santa Claus!
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Send tumbly right over.
How many of you remember playing Red Rover in elementary school? You would wait for the other side to call your name and then run as fast as you could to try and break through their held hands. If you broke through you went back to your team. If you didn't break through you had to join the team that called your name.
Driving down the highway in southern Colorado I finally saw a live tumbleweed. Ok. So technically tumblweeds are dead plants blowing across the road. But someone forgot to tell them that. The tumbleweeds were all lined up against the fences on either side of the road. The bunch of them just quivering in the breeze like a bunch of kids waiting to hear their name called. Suddenly, one breaks free and rushes across the road, bouncing, zigging and zagging. The brownish bush darting forward then jumping back, only to zoom forward again. This one made it across. The next one turned around and went back the way it came. A bunch of kids playing Red Rover between the cars on the highway.
They were fun to watch. I could just imagine them laughing and giggling as they tumbled along. Cheering each other on. Razzing the hesitant ones, and squeeling with delight as they played chicken with the big trucks and won.
Yes indeed, I saw my first and many live tumbleweeds in the desolate flat lands of southern Colorado.
As someone who suffers from "stage fright" I always try to pick a bathroom stall that is not right next to someone else. Heck, even at home I hesitate and struggle if someone is right outside the door, or even in the next room. In public facilities it isn't always possible to be completely alone in the restroom, or even have empty stalls on either side of you, especially if there is a waiting line. But it never fails. The ladies room can be totally empty when I go in. Then someone will come in and pick the stall next to me. Now I'm not talking small two or three stall tinkle rooms. I mean the big ones with lots of little privacy rooms. I have tried picking the stalls on either far end and various stalls in the middle. Yet every single time someone will come in and sit right next to me.
Come on ladies! Seriously, are we that potty codependant? Give a girl some piddle room please?