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The Life of Pye: Pye Has a Foot Fetish

A rare moment of calm in February. She's curled up along my side and arm. We're napping.

The Life of Pye is about a cat.

Well, the movie titled The Life of Pi isn’t entirely about a cat. Ok, the movie isn’t really about a cat at all, it just has a cat in it. Whatever, we can’t be picky.

But this post is about a cat. It’s about the life, so far, of Pyewacket (aka “Pye”), the kitten who arrived on my doorstep adopted me in September of last year. This was originally going to be one Ten Things post, but she’s done so much goofy stuff I decided to make it a series. Lucky you.

Plus, her one year birthday has just passed. She showed up September 23, 2012 and she was probably around 5 or 6 months old at the time. I’ve decided to make her birthday March 23rd. It’s a rough guess, but she deserves an actual birthday.

A rare moment of calm in February. She’s curled up, upside down, along my side and arm. We’re napping in a black “faux mink” throw blanket.

Here’s some of what’s happened in the last six months… (more posts to follow)

Pye has a foot fetish. No, really – and I’m beginning to get concerned. She loves my stinky shoes. She attacks my feet and ankles almost constantly. Sometimes she licks them, or just puts her own paws on my feet. She likes to do this most by laying behind my feet and placing all her paws on the edge of my foot when I’m trying to cook.

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Ten Things Tuesday: I Pray For Roadkill

My grandmother and me in 2011.

This post is a mish-mash of Ten Things Tuesday randomness from the past week. It’s not Tuesday, I know, and there may not be exactly Ten Things in this post. If you’re one of those folks who is a tad OCD about such things, I recommend coming back to read this post on Tuesday. Then all will be right with the world.

(I am not poking fun – I have a few of my own OCD “preferences”: Clothes in closet hanging by “rainbow order” is just one of them. Rainbow order is a term I made up as a kid to describe how my 64 Crayola Crayons HAD to be arranged in the box. My little sister, Chickenbone, would use them and it would freak me out if they weren’t back in the right order. I don’t have crayons anymore so now the clothes in my closet get the rainbow treatment. Chickenbone has never seen the inside of my adult closets.)

 

My grandmother and me in 2011 when she got to see the RV. (Yes, I know my head is cut off, but this is my best recent picture of her and I together.)

My grandmother passed away a few days before Christmas. She lived a long happy life and died at the age of 91. In later years she always told me, ‘Have a good time. Whatever you’re doing, just have a good time.’ She said it as if this was the most important thing she’d learned in her long life. I’ve . . . → But wait, there’s more! : Ten Things Tuesday: I Pray For Roadkill

Ten Things: Ten Reasons Dating REALLY Sucks

Hot guy, my new boyfirend

A while back I wrote Ten Things: Ten Reasons Dating Sucks.

Because of my mixed feelings about dating vs. remaining single, I now have ten more reasons dating sucks. And because I’m apparently a glutton for punishment.

I’m on the “Single” side right now. Rather wary of the opposite sex at the moment.

MamaSteph, in her article Men… Ugh…, put it better than I ever could have…

I am not at all a stupid person, in fact, I like to think of myself as rather smart, but on occasion I do some very stupid things, most of which involve men. I love men, everything about them, wide shoulders, hairy chests, deep voices, big hands, the way they smell… anyway, where was I? Oh yes, for a relatively smart girl I have made some bad choices in men, bad choices, like if stupidity was a crime I would be a lifer with no parole. If I walk into a room with 100 men the ones who hone in on me first are the most unstable, I will then pick the worst one of them to date, it’s a character flaw.

I feel a kindred spirit to this woman, a complete stranger. But she knows me and I know her. Like her, I, too, am not desperate for a relationship, I am single by choice. However, I would welcome the opportunity to share my life and adventures with the right man. Emphasis on RIGHT.

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Ten Things: Random Observations From the Road

view of the lake from my rig

Long-time readers of this blog may vaguely recall, and new readers might like to know, a while back I started a series called “Ten Things Tuesday” wherein I would post Ten Things lists on Tuesdays (yeah, a complex concept I thought of all by myself). In the first posting Ten Things To Do When Bored At Work, I promised not to be consistent. In that I have succeeded.

For Ten Things Tuesday (on a day that’s probably not Tuesday), I present Ten Random Observations from the Road.

Views like this provide for lots of peaceful time for thinking.

After being a full-time RVer since July of last year, I have learned quite a few things about myself, others, and places. Particularly how different the atmosphere can be in a town compared to the one in northern California in which I spent most of the last 30 years. That said, the following observations are probably of no interest to anyone but myself.

1.  Most every one I meet is really nice, chatty, and helpful. Especially in the smaller towns. And after spending the last three months in Texas, I can assure you “Southern Hospitality” is no myth. It is alive and well in Texas, a state I am quickly coming to love.

2.  I’ve learned I prefer small towns with populations of 30,000 to 100,000 people. They also usually have my favorite stores: Trader Joes, Target, Fry’s Supermarket, Starbucks, Pizza My Heart (or similar good pizza), Walmart, a health food store, and cute shops.

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Ten Things: Lessons in Boondocking

Announcer’s voice: While we await the return of the Sacred Laptop with the Sacred Photos of naked men and Sacred Videos from Kernut’s trip, she’ll share a few tips on boondocking. Regular posts with photos will resume shortly. No posts about naked men will be missed. Ever.

Ten Lessons in Boondocking, or Ten Things I Learned Camping in Slab City

What is this? A “Ten Things Tuesday” post?

Yeah, yeah. I know. I haven’t done one of these in a while.

It’s probably not even Tuesday.

Whatever. 

Boondocking: To stay in a recreational vehicle in a remote, often rural, location, without connections to water, power, or sewer services.

This Glamper (Glamper: a person, often female, who likes “glamorous camping”) learned a few things over the three weeks she spent boondocking at The Slabs, aka Slab City. (The place where the guy died when I was there.)

Mainly, that I like electrical power.

*sigh*

Lesson One: Power. Power is important. Don’t play that DVD when the clouds are coming in at night or you’ll drain your house batteries before your solar panel (as in singular, uno, one) is able to recharge them. Waiting for the sun to recharge your batteries takes a lot longer than you think. This means no power all morning, too.

It sucks to be totally out of power on a cold night and morning. Mittens and a beanie are my new best friends. Yeah, I look hot in the morning.

Two:  If you ignore Lesson One,

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Ten Things I've Learned About Living In An RV - UPDATED

‘Ten Things’?! What randomness is this? Wait, it must be Tuesday! For your reading pleasure, I present an (increasingly) rare Ten Things Tuesday post…

My RV, with the slides out.

Believe it or not, in my first week here I’ve already learned Ten Things about living in an RV. Trust me when I say that while I did about eight months of research, there is still some “trial by fire” involved for this newbie in embarking on the full-time RV lifestyle.

1. If it’s not nailed down, it will move when you try to drive. Trust me on this one and nail it down. Whatever it is, just put a nail in it so it can’t move. How did I learn this? You know those little bottles of cooking extracts like vanilla, orange, mint, or almond? They fall and roll when in a moving vehicle. No, really, they do. Individually they smell intoxicating. Mixed together as a group? Not so good.

2. There are four, yes, FOUR possible power sources for all appliances: House batteries, generator, propane, city power/hookups. Generally, an appliance is able to use two of the four sources, but it also depends on the conditions at the time. As my memory is about as good as that of a goldfish (Once around the bowl and I’m saying ‘Oooh, that rock is new!’), I can’t be expected to remember which is which and when.

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My Brain Thinks Money Is A Drug and My New Boyfriend

Guess what I learned recently? A study found the brain views money as a drug. They found it lessens social distress and physical pain.

No shit? Well, color me addicted.

They also suspect it is a substitute for romance.

Huh.

Coincidentally, I’ve just found my new boyfriend!

This is a picture of my bank account after I win the lottery. No, wait. It's a picture of my new boyfriend. No, that's not it either. It's a picture of BOTH!

To quote the article Study: Your Brain Thinks Money Is A Drug by David Kestenbaum,

If you’ve ever thought of money as a drug, you may be more right than you know. New research shows that counting money — just handling the bills — can make things less painful.

Money As A Substitute For Love

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Ten Things You Probably Don't Realize About Being Off Work

For Ten Things Tuesday: Ten Things You Probably Don’t Realize About Being Off Work

I know it’s probably not Tuesday, but I’m a Lady of Leisure now and can’t remember the day of the week. It was recently Tuesday, or will be Tuesday soon and that’s close enough. Lucky for me Tuesday comes around often. Sorry.

Spotted while in traffic.

For a long time before I got laid off I envisioned what my life would be like if I no longer had to work, like when I win the lottery jackpot. I made lists of all the things I would do, I wrote out a “typical” day in my life of leisure. On that list were such wholesome things such as starting the day with meditation, exercising, reading, spending time with family and friends, spending time with pets, going to the beach, traveling, working a little at my passive income business and/or non-profit, etc.

No, I am NOT prone to delusions of grandeur. I wish you would stop saying that.

I thought I’d envisioned it so well that I knew just what it would look like, but I was wrong. Again. Of course, in my vision I had a LOT more money, so that might change things a bit. I play the lotto because I don’t have enough money to continue this very much longer. Traveling is on the list of things I want to do, but I haven’t done that due to the fact I haven’t yet won the lottery. . . . → But wait, there’s more! : Ten Things You Probably Don’t Realize About Being Off Work

Fact or Fiction?

Today’s Blog Gang topic is Fact or Fiction.

I thought I’d give you all a little quiz about me. Exciting, huh?

I got a marriage proposal over the holidays. Fact or Fiction?

This one was just too odd, so I won’t keep you in suspense: It’s both.

Lemme esplain…

This incident prompted my post A Pigeon Named Spot in that as soon as I gave him his freedom, he bounded back by asking me if I would run off to Vegas and marry him. I said “yes, let’s go” and then he started backpedaling*. Whatever. He’s free to go, but wants to sit on the fence (this only makes sense if you read that post).

*Apparently he was only on a fishing expedition, wondering if I would marry him. Oh, then I change my answer.

Thought in my head: NEXT!

Ok, on with rest of the Fact or Fiction Quiz….

Only one answer is true for each question. Pick the fact for each question.

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Ten Things: Ten Signs Christmas Is Coming

I can just imagine you saying: What? A Ten Things Tuesday post?? OMG! I’d almost forgotten about those!

Me, too.

For Ten Things Tuesday I bring you: Ten Signs Christmas Is Coming…

1. You see Christmas decorations for sale before Halloween. *sigh*

2. A local radio station will start playing Christmas music non-stop before Thanksgiving (yes, that happened here this year – it’s most annoying).

3. Your “fresh” Christmas tree will dry up and start dropping needles long before December 25th. (I keep watering the thing, but nooo, it’s suicidal and wants to die NOW.)

4. You will gain ten pounds of weight in cookies alone. And it’s still not Christmas.

5. You realize there are only four days left before Christmas and you still have gifts to buy, but no idea what to get.

6. You go to the store to look for the “I have no idea what to get” gifts – during the week to avoid the crowds – and realize everyone else is doing the same thing.

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