Chillin' with FCC

Today FCC decided to attach himself to my back, as I steadily worked at my laptop. I guess with his new assault technique he has figured out that I cannot swat at him from behind. Ahh...but I still won. I laid back on the bed and gave him a little smush while yelling, "Uhhh--What the heck is wrong with you?" Here he is seen in a rare mellow moment, plotting/dreaming up his next attack.

My New Acronym: FCC

Acronyms are a strange part of health care; most health care professionals use them in shift reports or as code in front of lay people. Acronyms are also part of a cryptic language for the various fields of medicine, and these cryptic languages tend to spill over into our everyday lives.

I share my home with three dogs, and two of those dogs enjoy killing any and all small creatures that dare to venture into the fenced yard. Over the years, I have found numerous rabbit parts, dead birds, and most recently a dead kitten. I have rescued one rabbit and two kittens from the clutches of my carnivorous hounds. One of the spared kittens now lives in my bedroom, tucked away hidden from the hounds. I think this kitten owes me some gratitude, some respect damn it. Do I get it? Heck no! I love him, play with him, feed him, clean his poop from the litter box, make sure he has plenty of litter to kick out of the box for me to sweep up; what thanks do I get? Currently, as I type, he is viciously biting my ankles--correction--toes!! Yesterday, while I was readying myself for work, he decides to attach himself to my thigh. I would like to add that I was wearing shorts!!!! That damn cat drew blood, and not just a drop or two. I have wounds on my anterior thigh and shin from his assault. Obscenities flew from my mouth as I swung to remove him from my thigh..."*ucking crazy cat," I yelled, as I swatted and watched him sail comfortably onto a pile of dirty laundry.

I have been having trouble finding a name for him. Jinx, Kitty (how original), Lil' F'er, and now FCC. For now, I will stick with FCC, until his next assault and my new attempt at cleaning up blurted obscenities.

RAM: Remote Area Medical Clinic, Wise County, VA 2009

This is where I had the room mate from hell, last year. Though I had that bad experience, it truly is a worthwhile event to go and volunteer; teamwork and dedication rules, the people receiving services never gripe, they thank you for volunteering, and the people in this area are in true need of health care. The present health care system in Wise County is overworked; the need is greater than the services/providers available.
If anyone knows of a similar event in their area, I encourage you to volunteer and make a difference in the lives of others. (You do not have to be a health care professional to volunteer at these types of events)

Those Who are Disturbed

When I see this, I think, "I like my thumbs with a nice chianti-arghhh-ga-ga-ga!", or how about the bad seed, the rotten one, veggie tales friends gone wild, how do you like it *itch?, or night of the rotten seeds. You could really have fun with these!

This is one of the funniest things I have seen in some time. Eclisse from photobucket creates these works of disturbed art and they are making their way around via email.

Silly Boy

Having a sense of humor is extremely important, because it helps you to deal with life as a whole. I have imparted my love for humor to my sons, and I feel my youngest has grasped just how important humor is. When I started making tutus, I jokingly asked him if he wanted one too. He said, "Yeah, why not." I was shocked, and thought certainly he was not serious, so I asked, "You're joking, right?" His reply, "No. I am serious. I'll wear it to school on game days. Why do the cheerleaders get to have all the fun? I'm going to wear a short skirt too." So, this is the end result...This is Brett and his tutu in school colors royal and white. He can be so silly! Go Lee Men!

Smile Though Your Heart is Aching

**Image from allaboutjazz**

The news media has pretty much been crawling all over the death of Michael Jackson, and I am sure many are tired of all this coverage. I have limited my viewing of all this coverage, as much of it is mere speculation. Today though, I am choosing to watch the tribute/farewell as closure for myself, because I grew up listening to and loving the music of Michael Jackson.

In more recent years, Michael's image had been greatly tarnished; I sincerely hope that everyone remembers his humanitarian efforts. In the words of Bernice King, Michael rose above his own needs to meet the needs of others. He was a humanitarian, he wanted to "heal the world, make it a better place, for you and for me."

Though I do not always agree with Al Sharpton, today he made a statement to Michael's children that is so true,"You're father was not strange, what he had to put up with was strange." In more ways than one, that statement holds many truths. I will leave it to individual readers to contemplate that statement.

Michael should leave us with inspiration to be the best possible, to do for our fellow man what we can, to give back to society, to thank those around us, and to always fight the good fight. When I continue to think of Michael, I hum his tune Man in the Mirror, and that gives me the inspiration to better myself so that I can continue to give back and fight the good fight.

Here is a link to a wonderful video of Michael singing Man in the Mirror
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iwu3D-Luo-E

Thank you Michael; God Bless you and your family. Heaven is gong to have one heck of a choir now!

Men and Their Grills

From a woman's perspective, I find it funny how touchy men are when it comes to their grills, as in who gets to operate, cook, and manage the grill. If a woman attempts to take over the man's efforts, by any means, he is immediatley offended but will not always come right out and say so. Why is that, I wonder? I have been trying to think of something that I would find greatly offensive, if a man were to attempt to take that task away from me, and at this moment I cannot think of anything.

When I visited my brother several months ago, he asked his oldest daughter to watch over the grill, and I, being the good aunt, decided to help her. We had a lot of fun "watching over" things, because I had not even touched a grill, or flipped a piece of chicken or a hot dog on a grill, in over 10 years. We had so much fun that we did not want to relinquish the duty of grill master, on my brother's return. Of course, he was offended, I believe, and I had to actually go inside and ask him to come out and take over as grill master. Odd, I thought, but also oddly funny.

Happy Independence Day!