September 29, 2011

Nap time

Cats never cease to make me smile, this was one lazy afternoon when all the cats (minus Tommy) decided to pile on the chair for a nap.

On a side note...does anyone else love that warm fuzzy smell of sleeping cat?  It makes me want to pick them up and rub my face on their soft bellies.  Recently though I found out it's not a good idea to do that to crotchety old cats with five out of six ends that are pointy.

September 28, 2011


Does anybody drink coffee anymore?  I’m talking about REAL coffee, as in straight black with nothing added to its rich goodness.  I go to coffee shops and have the hardest time locating “just” coffee on the menu, and even when I do, the person behind the counter stares at me like I’ve just grown another appendage when I order it.  What happened to the good old days, when you simply ordered coffee (and if you wanted anything added to it you asked).  Now I say “I’d like coffee please,” and they assume I mean espresso (which I don’t), or ask me what kind of coffee I mean, “We have Lattes, Breves, Americanos, Mochas, ecc… ” Coffee - is just water steeped in coffee granules for a few minutes, and that is what I really want.  No, to find something that will keep me awake at school, I have to sort through an exasperatingly long list of coffee drinks that are prepared in innumerous ways, all of which have cryptic names linked to the ratio of coffee/milk/flavor/other.  Honestly, I haven’t a clue as to what my coffee beverage is going to taste like!   
Wikipedia lists the different types of coffee drinks, and mind you, this is only the short list as each and every coffee house has its own array of Specials and House Blends.  I will admit to enjoying a Caramel Macchiato or an Almond Latte now and again, but this list is ridiculous!                                        
  Affogato, Black Eye, Black Tie, Breve, Caffè Americano, Café au lait, Café Bombón, Caffè latte, Cafe Medici, Café mélange, Coffee milk, Cafe mocha, Cafe Zorro, Ca phe sua da, Cappuccino, Caramel Machiatto, Chai Latte, Chocolate Dalmatian, Cinnamon Spice Mocha, Cortado, Decaf, Dirty Chai, Eggnog Latte, Eiskaffee, Espresso Romano, Flat white, Frappuccino, Galão, Guillermo, Gingerbread Latte, Greek frappé coffee, Green Eye, Half-caf, Iced coffee, Indian filter coffee, Instant coffee, Irish Coffee, Kopi susu, Liqueur coffee, Macchiato, Mary Turner Coffee, Mocha, Mazagran, Mochasippi, Pumpkin Spice Latte, Pocillo, Raspberry Mocha, Red Eye, Red Tie, Red Tux, Skinny Latte, Soy Latte, Torpedo, Triple C's, Turkish coffee, Vienna coffee, White Chocolate Mocha, Yuanyang, Zebra Mocha

September 22, 2011

I did it!

I passed my Statistics and Sociology tests!  Wooooooo!!!!
Huge sigh of relief.
Truthfully I hardly studied for either of them; my weekend mostly consisted of sleeping, taking care of a wounded horse, driving people to/from Great Falls and a whole boatload of chores.
Dear Lord, please let me have done well on the Computer test!  Can't wait to get those results back =)

September 21, 2011


I wake up at 6 am to get ready for school.
I drink lots of coffee (if I have time).
I usually don’t eat breakfast.
I’m outside scraping the ice off my windshield at 20 after.
I’m driving down the highway shivering because the heater doesn’t kick in for a while.
I run into the college cold and hungry expecting the interior to be much warmer than the outside.
I slowly turn into a block of ice INSIDE a building that should NOT have the air-conditioning on when it is 45° outside!!

The guy controlling the thermostat is undoubtedly cackling evilly to himself somewhere.

September 17, 2011

A sad day

My flock of ducks has decreased in size this week.
Jemima and Beatrix, my two Pekin females were put on the menu this Tuesday.
Starting from day one I was warned not to become emotionally attached to my ducks due to the fact that they are meat birds and all share the same fate of a chopping block and the roasting pan.
Why did I not head that warning?
As I drove home from school that night, I thought about all the time I'd spent raising these ducks from days old little yellow fluff balls to beautiful, intelligent and funny ducks practically bursting with personality.
At home as my family was relating all the nitty-gritty details of butchering I tried my hardest to keep my lunch from becoming part of the visible world again. I wept as I entered the kitchen to find my pets in the sink and ready for cooking.
What had I done?
I flat out refused to cook them when the suggestion came up. I was going to do homework, go for a jog, anything to distract myself from the crushing reality that I had allowed my "children" to be murdered.
Am I a terrible person for admitting that I rather enjoy eating roast duck? I love it actually. Roast duck is positively scrumptious! When you walk into a house and the first thing that assaults your senses is the smell of mouthwatering roast duck, you can't help but forget that the food on your plate was recently a living and breathing creature. I am guilty of this charge.
Jemima, Beatrix, you are sorely missed, but greatly appreciated!