Snakes Alive!

Well, he is so far.

I found this little guy (girl?) today while working on the yard. Normally I would have just picked him up to look and then sent him on his way. Except this one had an injury (bite wound or abscess) and since we were expecting bad weather tonight I brought him inside. I'll take him to my reptile-crazed friend at work tomorrow and see if she can fix him up until he's ready to go back into the wild. He's a little camera shy (it took about 15 shots to get a half decent one of him), but he's really sweet. He's probably confused, it's almost January and we've had 67-75 degree weather here in Memphis. Unusual, but not rare, we've learned to live with hot spells in the middle of January and snow in May on occasion. I do love the mild winters though!

PETA = Hypocrisy

I always knew PETA was a radical, my-way-or-the-highway type of organization, but I had no idea of the hypocrisy. I guess pretending to have morals in order to gather $$$$$$$ is more important than the ETA in their name. I thought nothing else could shock me when it comes to cruelty. Check out the banner on the right.

Too Funny!

I think this must be one of Libby's littermates. LOL! This is sooooooo her thought process.

Is There a Cure for This?

Well, I don't really have writer's block, I just thought this LOL cat was adorable. Actually I have tons of ideas rebounding inside my thick skull, which is probably the problem. I have no idea which one I should isolate and try to make into something half-way readable. My real problem is that I have scraps of paper every freakin' where with story notes and almost full chapters written out that I can never seem to remember which notebook or drawer I stuck them in. I know, organization is my friend. I've found some notes and I'm getting ready to retype/edit them into a computer file so I won't have to worry about finding them again. I think tomorrow will be a good day for reorganizing my writing folders so at least I can find what I'm looking for. Sheesh. Sounds like another excuse NOT to write, eh? Wish I could blame my scatterbrainness (new word!) on the holidays or being blonde or something, but I'm guessing it's old age creeping up on me. Oh, wait, I've been this way since I was 15 so that's out too. Hmmm, maybe I should start a telethon for the incurably ditzy...now where did I put my notebook?