Wednesday, February 11, 2009

From the lily pad...


To say my cat is not allowed on the counters or table would indicate I have some control over her. Many cat owners like to pretend their cats are trained to stay off of counters and tables, but they are fooling themselves. My cat has had complete control for some time now. I used to maintain some semblance of verbal control over her, but that is long gone.


She absolutely loses her mind when I cook venison. She will humor me on occasion by listening to my threats, but she doesn't even pretend to care that her life is threatened repeatedly when the aroma of venison hits her nostrils. She is bold enough to not wait for me to turn my back. No, she is lurking around with in licking distance of anything that contains remnants of meat. Cooking becomes quite a production. There is yelling, wielding of utensils, body blocks, and elbowing. When all of this fails I resort to a smack on the head that plummets her chin into the counter and her teeth click against one another. Still undeterred she counters with a meow of disdain. Multiple shoves to the floor follow with mumbles through gritted teeth.


Eating presents an encore performance similar to the first. Now that we are distracted she has the advantage. She gets into stealth mode. We are non the wiser until she, in her old age, narrowly misses a silent landing onto the counter by banging the cupboard on the way up. Our heads snap around knowing what is about to take place. Yelling with a food filled mouth is pointless, but is always the first attempt. Following the yelling with a slap on the table or a stomp of foot proves also to be futile. Physically removing her is the only option.


Usually we do cover pans with lids or bring the food to the table. Bringing the food to the table doesn't deter her, but at least we don't have to get up to beat her down. As you people with counter surfing dogs know, all it takes is to forget one thing on the counter and all their hard work has be justified. Since we seem to forget things frequently Jez has been rewarded over and over for this behavior. We are doomed!

Sunday, February 8, 2009

From the lily pad...

We took a day trip to Dubois, WY to get out a little. Here is what we found


One of the several Mule deer we saw.


King of the mountain

The trails we hiked. Well, part of them. It was getting late.



A beautiful view the camera did little justice in capturing


On the trail





Worlds largest Jackalope




Ye Haw!







Crow's Heart Butte. Site of the battle between the Crow's Chief and the Shoshoni Chief. It is called Crow's Heart butte, because the story is when Chief Washakie killed the Crow's chief he ate his heart right there.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

From the lily pad...

Just Because.


I am not big on roses. All the toxic pesticides, accelerated growing and shipping leaves them with a stunted bloom and no fragrance. They are still a nice gesture, but totally not worth what you have to pay for them.

I would prefer locally grown flowers. They maintain their beauty and fragrance. However, February in WY isn't the season for flowers. So, just about anything with some color and life is nice this time of year.

I was pleasantly surprised a few days ago when Mike brought home flowers for me. No reason, just because. Little gestures like that mean way more than he ever intended. To him he probably saw them near the check out and thought "why not". But the fact that there was no reason, no obligation to purchase them makes them all the more precious.They have really brightened up the room. It seems like the dead, dreariness of winter fades when you have when you have flowers to look at. So, thanks Mike

Sunday, February 1, 2009

January Bike Ride

Saturday's temperatures were in the upper-forties, so I decided to fire up the old Goldwing! For those of you that don't know, I'm a proud owner of a 1979 Honda Goldwing. It was originally purchased by my Grandfather in 1980 (I was 7). Sadly, he passed away before he ever had a chance to ride it. My Dad recently decided that he needed the Cadillac of Goldwings and passed the Naked Wing on to me! I am proud to carry the torch!

So, long story short, I took the bike out for a ride on Saturday. I travelled through the foothills of the Wind River Mountains and froze my brain. Maybe I should of worn my helmet like Erika asked me to.