Obama’s Katrina? No it’s not!

During the aftermath of Katrina the government knew what to do and how to do it, they just didn't do it anything for too long. In the case of the oil it seems no one knows what to do or how to do it. That's a hell of a lot different than having ice trucks sent up north when the ice was needed in the south. That's a lot different than leaving people to drown when there were multiple ways of saving them. We knew how to rescue people after Katrina. We knew how to give people food and water. It just didn't get done. Right now we don't know anything for sure about removing god knows how many gallons of oil from the Gulf or how to stop its flow.

Hurricanes have been happening throughout history, this disaster in the deep water of the Gulf of Mexico has never happened before. To compare the two is to compare a natural disaster to a manmade disaster. This is not and will not be considered Obama’s Katrina by fair thinking people.

Carpet Potato

Martini will never be a couch potato in front of the TV because he doesn’t jump up on the furniture. But he is a carpet potato because he truly watches TV. Often when I sit on the carpet in the bedroom and play toys with him he will eventually become tired and curl up beside me to watch TV. You can tell by what he does with his ears that he is reacting to the sound or the movement of the picture.

But here’s where it gets funny. The TV is sitting on a table that’s about thirty some inches high. If Martini sees something on the screen that he is curious about, most recently it was penguins, he goes over to the TV, stands up on his back legs making himself about twelve inches high and he follows the movement of the animal on the show from one side of the TV screen to the other, back and forth. He can stand and walk like this for about 45 seconds at a time then he has to stand down and start over again.

Watching him from behind is funny as hell. This little dog standing as tall as he possibly can watching intently some creature he is so curious about and trying like crazy to catch its scent. When the scene ends, he drops his ears down and comes back to snuggle beside me. There are times when I can almost imagine him saying to me, “What the hell was that thing?”

Silent Death in the Gulf of Mexico

I sincerely feel for all those who make their living from the Gulf of Mexico. They are losing their livelihood for now and maybe forever. One thing in their favor is perhaps they will be given a second chance in another occupation. The animals on the other hand many may not be so fortunate to get a second chance or even take some precautions. This oil is a silent creeping death for most of them and that is not just heartbreaking, it’s gut wrenching.

This nightmare is out of control and I think we all know it. I'm not sure the ugliness of this disaster will end during our lifetime.

Amazing Martini

Not so long after we adopted Martini we discovered if we said, “Martini, crate”, he would trot to his crate and go in. We could then close the crate door and run our errands or whatever we needed to do. We never leave him in the crate over two hours.

Each Saturday morning when we start getting dressed to go to the grocery Martini knows something is up and starts getting all excited thinking he might be going with us as he does when we take him to the groomer. I try to let him know not to get too excited when he isn’t going by saying to him, “No, not today”, if he is going to be staying home. Then when we are ready to leave we just say, “Martini, crate” and in the crate he goes.

This past Saturday morning he was not going to be going with us so when he started getting all excited I said what I always say, “No, not today”. A few minutes later Mr. Pop asked, “Where is Martini?”. I began looking all over the house getting more worried as I could not find him. Usually he is wherever I am. As just a thought I happened to look in his crate. There he was curled up on his towel looking very proud of himself. He had crated himself in anticipation of what he knew was to come. He never fails to surprise us with his abilities.

Tonight’s the big night.

This is the dinner tonight I have been looking forward to all week. It’s not the steaks on the grill, although that sounds good too. Nope the star of the show tonight is the salad with our own veggies in it. I just made it and the aroma of the cucumbers, green peppers and the tomatoes was amazing. Nothing from the grocery store smells like that. I feel like I did when I was a little girl visiting my grandparents farm where everything we ate was fresh from the garden. My taste buds are in a frenzy.

Explain This One

This morning when I clicked on my home page my computer took me to what appeared to be our DSL provider’s home page. No matter what I clicked on in my bookmarked list I was taken to this same page. For the record our DSL provider is the same as our land line provider.

Mr. Pop called tech service on his Blackberry. While he was waiting for a real person to talk to him our land line phone rang. Caller ID told me it was Mr. Pop’s Blackberry calling me. Mr. Pop’s Blackberry showed he was still connected to the tech number. I picked up the land line and sure enough, Mr. Pop and I were talking to each other over his Blackberry and my land line.

We both hung up our phones. I went to my computer and clicked on my homepage. Things were fine again and my usual homepage came up just as it should. Can anyone explain to me what happened?

The Garden Produces

Thursday night we will have a salad made with tomatoes we grew, a bell pepper we grew and a cucumber we grew. Only the lettuce will be store bought but it too will be organic. Plus we will have home grown chives on our store bought baked potato.

As farmers, WE ROCK!

Okay we may not “ROCK”, but we sure are having fun with our meager skills.

Backyard Daycare

I guess the neighborhood birds think my backyard is a good place to bring their kids during the day. It appears they drop them off here and go about their bird business.

We have a pair of sparrows with six little ones and in the morning the whole family shows up but by about ten o’clock the parents are nowhere to be seen. The little ones spend the day hopping around in the gardenia bush and feeding at the feeders. Same situation for the cardinal family. They leave their little ones to peck around under the big sea grape bushes.

There is something kind of wonderful about feeling that the birds find my backyard safe enough to trust me with their brand new little ones.

Fred's Back Home

Mr. Pop picked up Fred from the vet’s office yesterday and brought him home. I’m not exactly sure what caused his problems but the vet knew and gave him the needed meds. I don’t know who was happier, the ladies at the vet’s when Fred left or Fred when he got home.

The vet ran all sorts of tests on Fred and the results showed that he has no internal growths or obstruction and his blood work showed that he has no pending problems. So the best part of this was learning what we don’t have to worry about.

The vet did find some ear mites in his ears and sent home some drops for us to put in his ears twice a day. Mr. Pop volunteered for that job and the first time he tried it he got more of the drops on him than in Fred’s ears. Seems Fred is opposed to having a cold liquid squirted into his ears. This morning was much more successful than last night’s attempt. Yep, Fred’s feeling much better, I can tell because he’s acting his old sweet obnoxious self.

Fred the Cat is Sick

Friday, Fred the Cat, became ill. He was repeatedly throwing up. Saturday morning nothing had changed so we took him to the vet and the vet wanted to keep him over the weekend.

I just called our vet’s office to see how Fred is doing. They have given him a shot to try to calm his stomach. During the time of giving him the shot he bit one of the assistants severely. That isn’t unlike Fred as he has an attitude when he is at the vet.

The next step will be blood work and perhaps x-rays. I’ll let you know more when I do. He’s only 10 years old and has never had any health problems before, so I’m hoping with all my might that whatever is wrong with him does not turn out to be something really bad. I’m keeping my paws crossed that Fred the Cat will be able to come home soon.

Sick of Republican Bitching

While the oil is still gushing into the Gulf, Republicans are already calling for a congressional investigation involving the “slow response” to the disaster by the Obama administration. This is like investigating the circumstances while the victim is still laying on the sidewalk bleeding to death.

What the hell did the Republicans want the administration to do? How would the Republicans have responded to such a tragedy? Would they have swam out into the Gulf and held hands around the bubbling oil until a tanker could have arrived and scooped it out? Let’s see, what exactly has been Republicans response to a crisis in the past? As I recall it has been less than stellar, to say the very least.

Republican Desperation

Over the weekend I heard people on Fox asking if this god awful oil leak is President Obama’s Katrina. That has got to be one of if not the most desperate stupidest utterances I have heard since the President took office.

They are saying that because the President didn’t speak publicly about the leak until a week after the rig blew up that somehow that equates to bush having to be shown a video of the damages from Katrina before he got off his butt and went into some sort of action.

If it sounds ludicrous it must be coming from Fox News. If it sounds desperate it must be coming from Republicans. If it sounds rational it must be coming from neither.