What I Don't Understand

One of the things I don't understand about our political system is how certain states get to decide who the nominee for president.

The business of the primary elections makes no sense to me at all.

Why is there a set date for the general election but each state has their primary on different dates, and if your state is at the end of the list, it really proves that sometimes your vote really doesn't matter.

It boggles my mind.

Of course when you look at the clowns running for president in 2016, well...it really scares you that one of them may actually become the next president....especially that wackadoodle front runner, but that's a rant for another day.

For now I'm just going to be glad that Rachel Maddow is around to bring some levity to this nonsense, especially as Jon Stewart is no longer on.

Things I Want

Some of these things are doable...others not so much.

1. One stress free weekend.

2. A pub table for my kitchen. I'm really loving this one from Wayfair. I want it more for workspace.

3. A futon or daybed for my room, since I have none at the present time. What I do have is a floor covered in books and CDs.

4. A week at work that doesn't have me plotting someone's death.

5. 8 hours of sleep. Pretty please?

Not much to ask for, right?

RIP Eliza

Monday night my little Eliza Dookittle went across the rainbow bridge

I really have no words, except that the loss of this sweet little girl has my heart shattered.

Eliza came into the world with much difficulty. She was found nearly starved to death by a lovely humane officer from Washington County who worked to bring her to health.

I got involved because she needed to have more permanent care. I fell for her when I saw her, and my sister was supposed to take her once she had one of her male cats neutered. Somehow that never happened and Eliza Dookittle stayed with me and my brood.

She fell in love with one of my other kittie, 'Mokey and they could often be found together

Eliza was the perfect kitty in every way. She was always vocal and loved to let the world know she was around.

Eliza Dookittle was just shy of 2 years old. Her human family and her furry family will miss her terribly.

TBT: Days when I was skinny and cute

This picture was taken a long time ago.

~sigh~

I was skinny....cute....and I was able to travel

~sigh~

My New Project

I spent the afternoon with mom going through cookbooks and I got an idea.

Once a week, we are going to try a new recipe.

This week's new dish is going to be Beefy Tortellini Skillet

As soon as I make the new dish, I'll share my feelings on it on my Wenches blog.

I figure, this project will shake things up and get me using some of the bazillion cookbooks that are in this house!

Its Been Awhile

I don't know why I can't get back on the blogging bandwagon again and I really want to.

Can you say house issues?

I swear, I'm going to call this house "The Money Pit".

Remember that movie?

The sewer backed up today.

Yay!

So the plumber is coming out this afternoon.

Oh and the toilet seat broke and the plastic nut seems to be permanently attached.

I freaking GIVE UP!

And on an entertainment front....Damn Jon Stewart for leaving when there's so much crazy going on in the news!

I've Lost Myself

In the course of this move, I've managed to lose almost everything I loved.

My bedroom, (ha ha ha) is no bedroom, as it has no bed, and all my books (well almost all of them) and some of my CDs are piled on the floor. (With nowhere to go) I haven't had much of a chance in the 4-ish weeks that we've lived there to even try to organize and declutter my space.

Nope. I have no place to call my own in this house.

None.

I'm frustrated.

I'm angry.

I want to go home.

At least on 11th ST, I had a place to call my own.

Here, I have nothing, except bills, and I truly believe that no one cares.

I can't get to my computer, because there's no place for it. Where there is space for it...there's no three pronged outlets.

I know I'm whining, but dammit, I thought moving would make things easier or better for me.

Frankly, I think it has done the opposite and it is making me very very crabby.

Justice For Cecil & All Other Animals

Like many other people, I'm outraged by the killing of Cecil the lion. I am not a fan of big game hunting, or any hunting for that matter. Trophy hunting however really pisses me off, and the people that post pictures of themselves with their kill are some of the vilest creatures on this planet.

I don't agree with killing for the sake of killing, which is what most Trophy hunting is. I also think these idiots need  to look at the animal population. The number of lions and elephants etc are declining rapidly.

When these animals are gone, THEY ARE GONE!!!

WTF is wrong with these people.

We've lost so many beautiful creatures to extinction, why do humans feel we have a right to kill more, so that number of nonexistent creatures grows?

I saw one hunter..a woman...with her kill. It was a giraffe.

I'm sorry when I say, WTF is wrong with you?

What did that animal do to you?

Does it make you feel more powerful to kill an animal?

Do you feel special?

I'm sorry, like that dentist and that doctor who I'm ashamed to say is from Pittsburgh, I hope there's a special place in hell for you.

My kitties roar, for Cecil, and so do I.

RIP Cilla Black and Lynn Anderson

Two lovely ladies of music left us this weekend

From the UK, Cilla Black who is a national treasure there.



And Lynn Anderson, a country darling from the 70s