Zombies, RV Life, and Random Craziness
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By Kernut, on October 14th, 2012% 
(*hat tip* to Bluz Dude at Darwinfish 2 for the title idea)
The Tale of the Tail
I’ve been creating a tree nursery for the park by germinating such things as Pomegranates, Wisteria, Jacaranda, Cheesewood, and Giant Sequoias. (Heh, I don’t pick the seeds, they were already here just collecting dust on the park store desk.)
Since I was tired of dusting the dust off the seed packets sitting on the desk, I decided to plant them. I designed and am helping to build a greenhouse of sorts* to keep the plants (should they ever sprout) safe from the wild critters who run rampant in the park.
*Before you become impressed with my building skills, keep in mind this greenhouse, much like the Squirrel Obstacle Course, will be made from “found” objects. And I’m not making it very big. Rather than a nursery greenhouse with doors and windows and important stuff like that, it’s more like a plant “cozy”. You know, a “cozy” like your grandmother used to knit to cover the spare toilet paper role that sat on the back of the toilet.
My RV happens to be parked next to the plant cozy tree nursery. I bend down replace one of the nursery bricks, and hear a *hissssss*. Thinking it’s the spray nozzle in front of me, I check the hose. It’s not even dripping.
Then it slowly dawns on me the noise is coming from my other side… I turn my head just in time to see a Western Diamondback Rattlesnake . . . → But wait, there’s more! : The tale of the Rattlesnake Tail and why I’m now a Texan
By Kernut, on September 6th, 2012% 
It’s in town because I made the Squirrel Circus here. No, this isn’t another story about that ex-boyfriend who went off to join the circus. You’re welcome.
This really is about squirrels I got to jump through hoops, sort of. It’s more like running through tubes and boxes than jumping through hoops, but close enough.
At the state park I’m camped at, my volunteer job (in exchange for free RV parking) is to sell permits, help customers, stock shelves, tidy up the place, etc. In the down time I started building a Squirrel Obstacle Course.
No lie.
When Park Officials come to check how the park is doing, I tell them it’s our Squirrel Enrichment Program.
One asked if I had a degree in Animal Psychology.
BWAAHAHAHAAA
The squirrel acrobats are: PeeWee (a tame-ish female, currently pregnant again, and mother of at least one of the following squirrels), Jr. (aka “Hangin’” <— The name the Rangers gave him. I would *never* refer to a squirrel by his well-endowed status. Yeah, right.), Rocky (a male, very skittish, not well-endowed), and Cinnamon (a female, also very skittish).
The Squirrel Obstacle Course/Habitrail is perched on a picnic table, right in front of the office entrance. You can’t miss it when you walk in.
The Squirrel Obstacle Course in an early phase. That’s a squirrel in the cantilevered tube on the right.
As you can see it’s made from used drink bottles and cardboard boxes. And a LOT of tape.
It’s my pride and joy.
If . . . → But wait, there’s more! : The Squirrel Circus is in town.
By Kernut, on July 13th, 2012% Knot A Clew. It’s like they knew I was coming aboard.
“Knot A Clew”… I’m sure they named it after me. This should totally be my boat.
I don’t even need to make this stuff up, it just finds me. Like flies find fly paper.
“Not a clue” is the theme of my life, particularly when it comes to dating. Thankfully, this wasn’t a date.
Probably one of the better photos I’ve taken in a while – or will take for another long while. So much for that photography class in college. I knew that “B” was generous.
Two friends own this aptly named sailboat. They’ve just started a blog about their misadventures with the boat, The Misadventures of the SV Knot a Clew. Considering some of the hilarious stories they’ve already told me, it’s sure to be a funny blog. Plus, they use real cameras so their photos will be better than mine.
Setting Sail for San Jose Island
If you don’t share this story, zombies will get you. (Just a . . . → But wait, there’s more! : Knot A Clew is the name of the sailboat I was on. Seriously.
By PurrrrrfectOne, on December 21st, 2011% 
Oh hai internet! Dis ar teh anothr guest post frum teh kitteh. Remembr me? Sure u do! Mah hooman often talkz bout me. Im also teh co-pilot on her rv trip around teh country. I doan read maps yet, but Im lernin.
(Editor’s note: The following is a holiday letter from my cat and I to the interwebs. It’s written in LOL speak, and you can find more of it plus many funny cat pictures at ICanHasCheezeburger.com. If you don’t like LOL Speak, feel free to skip this.
Some of you are new here, and probably haven’t seen this letter before. Every year I send a similar letter from my cat to my patient and understanding friends and relatives. I say ‘patient and understanding’ because they have yet to lock me up. But there’s always tomorrow.)
I took this really awesome video of a fantastic light display for you all – twice – but there was an issue both times. Sorry. Instead, here's a crappy out-of-focus photo. Yeah, I'm about as good with giving the right gift, too.
Da Kitteh’s Holiday Letter to da Interwebz
Iz tiem again 4 da holidai update lettr frum teh kitteh! Since mah hooman an all her relativez enjoy them so mutch, im doin them evry yer nao. Im vry happeh 2 do dis post 4 u, 2.
If you don’t share this story, zombies will get you. (Just a . . . → But wait, there’s more! : Guest Post: A Holiday Letter From Da Kitteh
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