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You are Elinor Dashwood of Sense & Sensibility! You are practical, circumspect, and discreet. Though you are tremendously sensible and allow your head to rule, you have a deep, emotional side that few people often see.

Trivia

The "save" icon on Microsoft Word shows a floppy disk, with the shutter on backwards.

The verb "cleave" is the only English word with two synonyms which are antonyms of each other: adhere and separate.

The combination "ough" can be pronounced in nine different ways. The following sentence contains them all: "A rough-coated, dough-faced, thoughtful plough man strode through the streets of Scarborough; after falling into a slough, he coughed and hiccoughed."

Emus and kangaroos cannot walk backwards, and are on the Australian coat of arms for that reason.

Cats have over one hundred vocal sounds, while dogs only have about ten.

The United States has never lost a war in which mules were used.

The reason firehouses have circular stairways is from the days of yore when the engines were pulled by horses. The horses were stabled on the ground floor and figured out how to walk up straight staircases.

The only nation whose name begins with an "A", but doesn't end in an "A" is Afghanistan.

Ants stretch when they wake up in the morning

A cockroach can live several weeks with its head cut off

Every time you lick a stamp, you're consuming 1/10 of a calorie

It's against the law to burp or sneeze in a church in Omaha, Nebraska

Thomas Edison was afraid of the dark

Some ribbon worms will eat themselves if they cant find any food

There are more plastic flamingos in the U.S, than real ones

It's against the law to slam your car door in Switzerland

A company in Taiwan makes dinnerware out of wheat, so you can eat your plate

The elephant is the only mammal that can't jump

More Monopoly money is printed in a year, than real money printed throughout the world

Q is the only letter in the alphabet that does not appear in the name of any of the United States

Like fingerprints, everyone's tongue print is different

A giraffe can clean its ears with its 21-inch tongue

Bats always turn left when exiting a cave

Of all the words in the English language, the word set has the most definitions

Dogs and cats, like humans, are either right of left handed

Nose prints can be used to identify dogs, just like humans use fingerprints

Stupid...but fun.

1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4 and write what it says.
“This information was current as of September, 2006”

2.Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What can you touch?
Umm…air, empty space…take you pick.

3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Jericho

4. Without looking, guess what time it is.
7:00

5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
Whoa…err…8:50. *blush*

6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
My dad’s shop vac and my mom and sister talking.

7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
About 6:30. I got out of the car and held one of our baby chicks.

8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
The Rebelution’s post about Virginia Tech

9. What are you wearing?
Blue jeans, a comfy white cotton shirt with a cat swimming under water ‘window shopping’ for fish and red socks.

10. Did you dream last night?
Yes. Always.

11. When did you last laugh?
I don’t know. That’s not as sad as it seems, I laugh a little at random things all day. It’s hard to keep track.

12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?
A clock…some nice prints of eagles catching fish that our friend’s ex-boyfriend drew. A family photo.

13. Seen anything weird lately?
Some people down the road just shaved their Lama. Trust me, it’s weird.

14. What do you think of this quiz?
Heck I dunno… It’s like some odd exercise for me.

15. What is the last film you saw?
The Fifth Element!

16.If you became a multi - millionare overnight, what would you buy?
I’d give part of it to my parents, buy a cheap car. Then I would buy materials to spread the Gospel.

17. Tell me something about you that I don't know.
I gave up sugar for Lent, and in consequence dreamed, like, three time about eating ketchup. I was that desperate. Ketchup was one of the things I craved the most.

18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
I would have Christians take the bible literally.

19. Do you like to dance?
I would LIKE to dance. I don’t know how.

20. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
I’ve settled this years ago! Goewin.

22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
Hrmm. I don’t know

23. Would you ever consider living abroad?
Oh, yes! I would love to go to France.

24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gate?
Welcome home.

25. 4 people who must also do this quiz on their blog.

Gee, I don’t know enough people on the blogshpere.

Chicks

Ohmygosh. Chicks are so cute it is pathetic.

Our chick came in the mail yesterday.

I've come down with a nasty cold, so I was still in bed when my sister came in at about ten in the morning...she told me all about it---

"So I came into our room and kicked the bed to wake you up, but nothing happened, so I kicked it again. All you did was curl up tighter in your covers. So I yelled at you that 'The chicks are here!' You rolled over and took one of your earplugs out-"

She makes a squinty eyed face, her hand is up over her head holding an imaginary earplug

Yes. I wear earplugs every night of the year. My sleep is now that of the dead. (You can't hear anything...It's great!)

"took one of your earplugs out and said, 'What, the chickens are here?' And then rolled back over and fell back asleep. Then I was like, --She rolls her eyes-- 'whatever'".

Yeah...I'm a pretty sorry creature when I'm sick.

Chicks are so small and so cute you just want to hold them forever! We've finally figured out how to keep them warm, so they're not loud at all, all they make is contented warblings and cheeps. If your parents ever say you can't have chicks because they're too noisy, you'll know that if you keep them warm they aren't loud at all. The ones at Coastal are kept in big metal bins with only one heat lamp for sixty chicks! Of course they are going to be cold.

When you get them in the mail, you have to check their bottoms for plugs. Their feathers get all matted back there, and things get backed up, so they can die if you aren't vigilant. That's the hardest part, trying to pull the poop of their bottoms, they make the most distressing cheeps...I tried earlier today and I couldn't do it. I'm waiting for my dad to get home so he can show me, he's really good at this sort of thing.

They're all downy feather, so light and fluffy! But that makes it easier for them to get killed. Last time we had chicks my brother was putting their waterer in the tub, and one ran under it just as he was setting it down...it was a quick death. You have to watch the sleepy ones, because if they're tired all the time, that probably means they are going to die. So far we haven't lost a single one.

Aaaand...both my cats are pregnant. Yup. We were a little late on that spaying thing. We are going to have a house full of chicks and kittens! *weeeeeee!*

just a quick update...Bye!

Cats

I must tell you about my cats.

First, I love cats. I pride myself in not being yet another horse freak who even has horses printed on his/her underwear.

My first cat that was given to me was a thirteenth birthday present from my dad. Here is his picture…

To you give some idea of my dad, all the animals on the farm respect him. The dogs’ fawning is almost unbearable, and the cats know where the line is drawn. My dad has mastered the art of combining common sense, patience, corporal punishment, self control, love, and justice into an effective training technique that has won the respect of children and animal alike.

We already had one cat, Tom, whose photo I now post…






He had a twin, Jerry, who later was run over by a passing motorist during the night. They were the epitome of cuteness; always playing together and cuddling with one another. If anybody wants to know the cutest breed of kitten out there, get a Main Coon.

We had come home from an out of state trip to see relatives. We were happy to home and see dad again, busy telling him all about our trip, when he told us to go into the bathroom. Bemused and curious, we obeyed. As soon as we opened the door two clumsy little fur-balls, with ears perked in interest at the new sounds and people, teetered over to us.

Now, the reason my stoic and firm dad got two, instead of the initial one, was because, when he saw the two playing together in their cage, he new they must not be separated. It would be to sad to part these little brothers already so attached to each other. That’s how close they were.

I remember that moment with odd clarity. The two kitten faces with eyes wide in curiosity, the way they both walked over to the door with apparent interest in what were the three noisy, little people that were standing and looking down at them. Much different were we then our most likely quiet dad…Much more excitement.

We adored this little creature like cats were becoming extinct. During the day they would follow us down to the creek—Jerry actually fell in one time, whilst crossing a limb overhanging the water---And at night they would follow mom when she carried a basket of dirty laundry to the laundry area, or would sit and play in the kitchen while she did the dishes.

They were buddies, palls, best friends and dearest comrades in the truest sense of all those admirable attributes. Seriously, they were so honest-to-God cute it was pathetic.
That’s why it hit all of us so hard when Jerry died. Even my dad was somber for the next few days.

Then enters Samson.

Sammy kitty was the orangiest, fluffiest thing you ever saw.

Dad had told us for a long while that one cat was enough for the household. That we should just forget about it. Well, seeing as he was so adamant about it, we believed him.

On the day of my thirteenth birthday party, dad had gone out to get some ingredients for my cake, and I was busily, and happily, doing tie-dye and playing spoons with my friends, totally ignorant as to the whereabouts of my father. When he got home, he called for me, so I left my friends to the game and stood in front of him. My mom was smiling. He handed me a can of cat food. I took it and thanked him, genuinely pleased for the wet cat food for the cat so that he too could celebrate with me. But I was also a little puzzled; it was out of character for my dad to go out the way to by wet cat food.

“That’s not cat food.”

I screwed my brow, read the label again and noticed that it was….kitten food.

I looked up again, not daring to hope, when he laughed at my expression and told me to look in the car. I did. Inside a big cardboard box was the tiniest kitten. He was only five weeks old at the time, scrawny and fluffy. When I asked my dad what was his first thought about Sam when he first saw him, he replied,

“I sure hope it lives,”

But I loved that kitten to death. He hadn’t been litter trained yet, and he had a very hairy rump, so that things were always getting clumped and stuck and ratted. I had to give him a bath every day until he was big enough not to make a mess of himself. I’d dry him off with a blow dryer, he was always such a sorry little critter when his hair was all wet. He was all hair, see, so when he got it wet he looked absolutely miserable. He was a mischievous kitten. He had his freak out hour at night when he would run around the house being crazy. He would run into a room, attack someone’s ankle, and then run out again before anybody could do anything about it. He loved plastic eggs, he’d carry half of one everywhere with him. And he fetched Leggos. I’d through a jumbo leggo and he’d scamper after it and bring it back. It was very cute.

He grew up to be almost as big as Tom, (Tom was a Main Coon, they’re called gentle giants.) a thing which not one of us anticipated. He was very cuddly and liked to nap on your lap, and he had a weird, wheezing purr, like his motor needed to be oiled. Tom hated Sam for the first couple of weeks, but warmed up to having a buddy around. They played together all the time.

But one, hot August day last year he had gotten bit by an animal. He had hid under the van, his usually sleeping place, and let the wound get infected. He was dehydrated and had a fever when we I first discovered his wound. I knew something had to be wrong when he didn’t out from under the car when we turned it on.

Two days later he died at the veterinary clinic. They told us they would let us know of all the costs before they did anything. When we got the eleven hundred dollar bill we were shocked. They hadn’t told us how much the oxygen had cost, or the pain killers, or the medication. And my cat had to be put to sleep on top of all that. It happened the hard way. Once I had come to see Sam. He was over weight from being dehydrated, smelled bad from his infection and was hardly aware of us. They had him in this mounted, plastic box where they were giving him oxygen. He was lying on his side, breathing erratically, obviously in pain and worse then when we had brought him in. I think even my dad was close to crying. The nurse had already handed me a tissue.

They put him to sleep the very next day.

A week before my birthday, my birthday present died. I was crushed. I still am.

Now enters my girls.

This really is surprising, because this time dad got two kittens again. Now we had three cats. He told me to go to the bathroom, and when I did, two, shy girls looked up at me from under the stool. Knit n’ Purl. Again, this birthday present was totally unexpected, and it helped ease the absence of my Sammy baby.

Knit is the hunter, strongly built. She was only eight months old when she dragged a rat up to the front window, jumping on the bench and letting us see what she had killed. She’s the handsome one, bold colors and a nice dark patch over her left eye that everyone adores.





Purl is a lady. She doesn’t kill things. She is more delicately built and has huge saucer eyes, symmetrical face, and an endearing pink little nose. She is dainty, eats sparingly, letting the others push her around. But, oddly enough, she took a liking to Tom.



Tom is a beast, Purl a butterfly. But it is always Purl who wants to fight with him, play with him. She’s my little cutie pie in every sense of the word.

Girls are different then boys. They aren’t so ruff and tumble, they aren’t as tough. Their mock fights usually consist of them batting each other with their paws rather then attacking each other head on. They are sweet and cuddly. Knit sleeps next to my legs at night, while Purl curls up at my neck. If anybody is stuck living in an empty apartment, get a cat.



Both of my girls almost died. Purl ate something bad, got thinner than she already was, and threw up all over the place. That was a very close call, but she made it through.

Knit was bitten by an animal. She had three punctures in her left thigh that were weeping some dark cloudy liquid.

Now I have three cats.

When I was about six, dad gave us our first cat for Christmas…Rox. Rox was a thin cat, but a good hunter. He was always salivating badly. I learned later that was a sign of cat flue, he had it for years. We didn’t have enough money at the time to take him to the vet, though. A few years after we got Rox, we took in a stray that we later called Zachariah. He was a fluffy thing, liked to purr and cuddle. But he had a terrible habit of peeing on mom’s things. That got both cats stuck outside for good

While moving from one house to another, we had packed the cats in boxes and put them in the back of the truck. When we arrived at the house we discovered that Zack had torn a hole in the bottom of the house in the heat of his desperation to be free, and then had jumped out of the truck. That’s the last we heard of him.

Rox. I feel bad thinking about him. I had a habit of putting off feeding him. I’d get his food to him daily for a week, but then I’d miss three days. I was irresponsible and cruel, I knew better, but I had been doing it for years.

Then one day, after not feeding him for three days, he didn’t come back. He was old and sick, but, still, I’ve never lived that down. I get my food to my animals on time every time now, because now I see Rox when I forget to feed my cats.


I loved my first cats dearly. I admit I was often ungentle with them, but I loved them. I’d play with them endlessly, my first little kitties. I still miss them. When you lose someone close to you, anyone, and then they’re gone, the part that misses them never quite leaves you.



Welllll….It’s almost summer, and in Oregon that’s a big deal. It means you won’t get caked in mud walking over to your car. Everything will smell nicer, the trees will bloom and grow leaves. The blackberry will blossom so the bees will have something to eat.


“Wow. Four pages on her cat, and she could only manage on page on faith. Tsk, tsk.”

Yeah, I know…But as my blog says…this is my world. Faith is black and white, very clear to me.


To whoever read this far, this is the end, see ya’! (And thank you for coming this far!)


NOTE==================
The rat that knit is holding up to the window is actually a gopher!

ME....and CASSIE

This is me. It's been a BIG head-ache to get my picture posted, I still haven't figured out how to post this on my profile. I want to use Picasa so the photos I post will keep the photo shop work I've done. But, this is one of the best pictures I have of me.

Anyway, yeah, um...this is what I look like.



This is my sista, Cassie. Obviously she just radiates coolness, she's the hippest girl out there., with that vogue-like stare she can outshine anyone. *smiles*

Yes, I like the Napoleon Dynamite movie...feel free to hate me.

Done now. Don't have any more time to wait for this machine to 'Up Load' my photos.


Bye!


Lucy

Thanks, God.

Not feeling good, like I expired, actually...Have the flu.

I dreamed ALL night about not feeling well, woke up half a million times not feeling good. And whad da ya know...I'm sick. Days like this I'm thankful that my family doesn't follow a strict schedule. We don't have a time we're supposed to be up by, our school work we do after we finish our chores...If we miss a day, oh well! We are very relaxed and easy going, very flexable. Not a big deal if someone skips...So I thank God for my family and parents.