Archive for February, 2010

Odie Is Getting Feebler By the Day

Old Odie is getting feebler by the day. He’s completely deaf and blind now. I’ll find him in the garage, his head pushed into a space that his body is blocked from following, just standing there waiting patiently for somebody to come help him out. He can still find his secret passageways out of the fence but can no longer find his way back in. I keep him on the (screened) porch and in the garage when I’m not home because I fear that he will wander outside the fence and find his way to the street where he’ll be hit by a car he can no longer see or hear.

He is heartbroken that I won’t take him out with me to do all the feeding anymore but he got under the mare’s feet last time and got stepped on. For his own safety, he has to stay behind, yelping with a questioning tone in his voice until I return and he can follow me out to feed the chickens.

What am I going to do when Odie leaves me for good? Probably the same thing I did when my other good boys (and good girls) have left me in the past. Mourn for them and carry their memory with me. There will never be another gentle Odie.

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I am SOOOO Tired of Cold and Mud

I hope being tired of cold and mud doesn’t come back and bite me in the butt in, say, July while our property burns in 100-degree temperatures during a drought, but DAMN.

I blame the cold, gray days and the mud for the tall hot pink and white polka-dotted mud boots that I picked up on a whim from Target. Or maybe it was the two Margarita lunch that influenced my buying habits…..

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Big Surprise (Not). Amy Bishop Was a PITA Neighbor, Too.

From Boston.com:

The accounts of longtime neighborhood residents, combined with a stack of police reports provided to the Globe by the Ipswich Police Department, paint a picture of conflict between the Bishop/Anderson family and others in town.

Bishop, who was referred to as Amy Anderson at the time, called 911 regularly during her short time living in this North Shore community. She reported several neighborhood kids to the police for “disturbing the peace” by riding their dirt bikes and motorized scooters in the neighborhood after school. Police repeatedly informed her and her husband that kids are allowed to ride their bikes and scooters during the afternoon hours, especially on their own property.

Bishop called police at least five times about neighborhood children making noise after they got home from school. On July 3, 2001, she complained that the noise from motorized scooters and motor bikes was bothering her. On April 12, 2002, she complained that children were riding dirt bikes in the woods around the neighborhood. On April 27, 2003, she called police again about kids riding bikes in the neighborhood.
On June 25, 2000, during another complaint about kids making noise, Bishop reportedly told police that her dispute with one of the children’s parents may “come to blows.”

Joey Lafoe, now 18 and a senior at Ipswich High School, was the target of Bishop’s police reports several times for riding around on his dirt bike and motorized scooter.

“They used to videotape us driving our dirt bikes, and they used to call the cops on us saying that our dirt bikes kept them up — at 4 or 5 o’clock in the afternoon,” Lafoe said. “The cops said we could go until 8 o’clock.”

He summed the family up in one word:

“Strange,” Lafoe said.

Ipswich Police Officer Michael Thomas remembers responding to several 911 calls at the Anderson/Bishop house, calling the family “regular customers.”

“I do remember them. Some of their complaints were legitimate, but it just gets to a point there was never enough we could do for them.”

Thomas said that the family would get angry with police, especially when they said they were told that police couldn’t put a stop to kids playing basketball or riding dirt bikes in the neighborhood because it wasn’t illegal.

Bishop once stopped a local ice cream truck from coming into their neighborhood. According to WBZ-1030 radio, she said it because her own kids were lactose intolerant, and she didn’t think it was fair that her kids couldn’t have ice cream.

“That’s who it was!” Lafoe said. “When we were younger the ice cream truck just stopped coming around. That’s strange.”

Guess those children legally playing on their property were lucky she didn’t blow them away, too. And check out the ice cream ban! Because her children were supposedly lactose intolerant, everybody else was blocked from ice cream truck access. Typical freaking liberal.

I sincerely hope that somebody is checking out the childrens’ living situation. She was trying to keep everybody else’s children in her neighborhood from playing, so what must her childrens’ lives have been like? Don’t tell me daddy is normal when he lived with a fruitcake like that.

H/T RickZ from GCP.

Sucks to be in the same restaurant with the beeyatch, too:

From Boston.com:

In March, 2002, Bishop walked into an International House of Pancakes in Peabody with her family, asked for a booster seat for one of her children, and learned the last seat had gone to another mother.

Bishop, according to a police report, strode over to the other woman, demanded the seat and launched into a profanity-laced rant.

When the woman would not give the seat up, Bishop punched her in the head, all the while yelling “I am Dr. Amy Bishop.”

Bishop received probation and prosecutors recommended that she be sent to anger management classes, though it is unclear from court documents whether a judge ever sent her there.

The woman, identified in court documents as Michelle Gjika, declined to comment, saying only “It’s not something I want to relive.”

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Sunday Night Insomnia

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Middle Georgia Snow

Lots of snow in middle Georgia, appearing from just above Waycross through Roddy, our destination. Every house that had a child inside (perhaps along with some that housed children at heart) had an exuberant snowman or three outside brandishing stick arms.

At the first sight of a snowy roof, I was startled and drew SwampMan’s attention to it. “Could that possibly be global warming on that roof?” I wondered aloud.

“Nah, couldn’t be. It’s too cold for that to be global warming.”

Yet, now that I was paying attention, more and more global warming appeared in the median, then in the pine trees. There was several inches of global warming on parked cars and, by the time we reached Alma, there were lovely snowmen (or is that global warming men?) everywhere, with children reaching out to poke at them wonderingly, never having seen snow before. The farther north we traveled, the more widespread the global warming was. We crossed some slushy bridges that must have been a caution to cross the night before.

By the time we reached my mother and father-in-law’s house, the snow was in full melt mode but we could see that it had been extensive.

I asked my in laws whether snow had been a common feature when they were young. Nope. In their 80+ years life, they could remember snow that accumulated on two, maybe three previous occasions.

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Florida Is NOT Supposed to Be This Cold

After work this afternoon, I came home to a cold, wet, muddy yard and pasture. Very wet. (How wet? Ducks were swimming on my sidewalk wet.) Yuck. I was soaked through my jacket and jeans before too long. My rubber farmer boots that reached just under my knees were getting stuck in the deep clay mud every other step. Sklooch. “DAMNIT!” Yank. Sklooch. “DAMNIT!” Yank. I worry about the “wild” chickens with soaking feathers that are roosting in the bare trees in a 30 mph wind. I expect that some will expire from hypothermia before dawn.

I tried to convince my ol’ blind and deaf dawg Odie that he needs to get off the porch for a pee, but he turned around at the door and went determinedly back to his bed and lay down. Probably boot envy. If there is any peeing going on tonight, I suppose it will be done on the porch. Damnit. German Shepherd is out bouncing around in the wet quite happily, but then he’s 16 years younger than Odie. Over the years, I suppose Odie has earned the right to pee on the porch if he wants.

There is absolutely no work here for my son, so he is bowing to the inevitable and leaving the state for a 4-week job in Utah, then on to a 3-month-job in Wyoming. Son said he saw a helluva lot of snow falling in the panhandle and across Mississippi!

We’re planning on traveling up into middle Georgia early tomorrow morning, but we may have to wait until the frozen precipitation thaws off the roadways.

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Prepare for Risk

H/T Jesse’s Cafe Americain

“What would a wise and prudent person and what would a wise and prudent investor be doing to prepare themselves at this time?”

“A prudent person is going to get prepared, have food and water on hand, and be able to ride out a couple months’ of supply shortage.” (Three months supply of food, water, medicine, paper products, etc. is recommended.)

Put in those winter gardens, Floridians! Summer garden planting time is coming soon.

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