My Deepest Apologies!

Okay, okay, I am truly sorry!I won't bore you with excuses . . . I have some really good ones, but I won't bore you . . . .
Okay, Mielikki told me to tell you about my "Rat Story" in honor of her wordless wednesday pic, here goes . . .
About twelve years ago or so I took my mother to a city nearby to go shopping. We spent the day going into 2nd hand shops and antique shops that were in the old part of town. (It should be noted that parts of this city were under alot of construction to revitalize the older sections.)
Anyway, after stoping for gasoline and ice cream (of course!) we started back up the road, (a 25 mile drive back up a two lane highway into the foothills). My mom asked for a napkin since her ice cream was melting and as she opened up the glove box of the car, there among the extra napkins from various resturants was a (gulp), rat!
My mother screamed,and ice cream went EVERY where. I screamed and tried to avoid swerving into uncoming traffic. Then I just started laughing . . . my mother was not pleased. Nervous reaction??? yea, that's it . . .
"Pull over, pull over," she screamed as she jabbed it with one of my daughter's toys from the back seat. I couldn't pull over, there wasn't a safe place to do so! So there we went, 40 miles an hour down the road . . . . I am still not sure who was more frightened, my mother or the rat. Finally I was able to pull over, our doors flew open and out flew the rat running for the nearest corn field,(farm country). I could see people pointing and laughing as they drove by . . . my poor mom.
Needless to say, she hates rats and is shy of glove boxes :)

Time is a Premium and Yes I am Blogging as Fast as I can!

Mielikki and I started writting a book over a year ago. We started it as a lark and discovered we loved it. It is a work of fiction and a wonderful way to blow off steam, get rid of old boyfriends, and express ourselves. I have discovered a creative outlet that I can sink my teeth into. I have also found that I am happiest when I am writing. That said . . . Mielikki then discovered blog-land and has been hooked ever since. She feels that in writing every day whether the story or blogging is good for the soul and for sharpening our skills. But! I have been writing on the book of late and neglecting blogland so here I am . . . now where was that point? I know I had it here only a momment ago . . . bloody hell . . . sigh, lost it, evasive little bugger.
So today I have every intention of immersing myself into the book and ignoring all phone calls, Sorry Mom! But I wanted to quickly visit here and say, Hello!
Anyhow I do enjoy reading many of your blogs and sharing a glimpse of other lives. It is kind of refreshing in a way.
I apologize for loosing my point, I will find it eventually, until then . . .

Rain!

It is absolutely glorious! It is raining at nearly one o'clock in the morning and I am amazingily wide awake (well, I am a noc-shift nurse after all! Which equals night-owl + crazy + twisted sense of funny. Is there a day-owl vs. a night owl, what other owl is there???)
Anyhow, it is a lovely soft, drippy, wet sort of rain . . . you know I will go out there and stand in the rain before I go to bed tonight, poor husband (!).
The rain is an unexpected pleasure!!
Just thought I'd share . . .

In Loving Memory

It has been awhile since I have posted anything, or read anyone else's postings. I could claim that I have been busy, I have, but that is not the reason. I have recently lost a pet, the "son" I never had, Murray. He suffered a series of small strokes and we had to have him "put-down." He was ten. And thus, my heart has not been in writing . . .
Murray was a Welsh Pembrook Corgi. A breed that was made to herd sheep and cattle. Their little bodies were close to the ground (seven inch legs!) so that they could "tuck & roll" should a pissy cow kick out at them. When they (Murray) would run the white fluffy fur at their butt and hind quarters (looked like a furry skirt) would flash, making them appear rather comical. Murray loved to herd socker-balls and referee my five cats. He made sure that they played fair and didn't fight.
His little trails that he would make along the fence line and up our little wooded hill are starting to fade, but his memory won't. He was loving, loyal, and funny. His love was unconditional. I could share all sorts of "Murray" moments but I don't wish to abuse anyone who is reading and it wouldn't do for me to weep on my laptop. I thank eveyone that has had a kind word and gesture while I have been trying to manage through my grief. I know in my heart that it was for the best and that my "little-man" is no longer suffering.

So What Mythical Creature Are You

You Are a Centaur

In general, you are a very cautious and reserved person. However, you are also warm hearted, and you enjoy helping others in practical ways. You are a great teacher, and you are really good at helping people get their lives in order. You are very intuitive, and you go with your gut. You make good decisions easily.

What Mythological Creature Are You?