WIP What's inthe phone?

Besides the Work In Progress I thought I'd show you some random pictures in my phone.  What else have I got to do before starting dinner?

 Aww, baby bunnies that Dawn keeps under her desk at school.  She found them abandoned on the playground.  She bottle feeds them through out the day.

 Hey look it's the President!  He just flew over our school one day and Dawn snapped a picture of him.

Last Saturday I was driving down Park Ave. in Plano and took this picture of one of the 'Homesteads' original farms from the 1800's.  Look how dead the grass is!  I'll take another picture next week, we've had 3 really good rains this week.

Goofy cat, there was a fly on the chair so she sat on the little shelf that we set our coffee cup on.

 Now she's going to try to catch it.

 She's so graceful.  And elegant.

 The big loom.

And the even bigger loom!  When Jody gets a wild hair it's usually pretty big.  I think we may start weaving his wild hairs into a blanket.


Gotta go whip up some Chicken Fried Steak.

Just like clock work.

This is a daily occurrence.  Gracie brings a snake in the house.  It's really more like a really big worm, but it's a snake.  A very harmless snake that Jody is really creeped out by.

 
This one was quiet aggressive and would raise his head up a couple of inches off the floor and strike at her.

 Gracie didn't care, she'd just grab it by the tail kind of like Steve Irwin would do and then she'd flip the snake over her head so that it went flying through the air.  Then she'd pounce on it!

I took these pictures before I started videoing her.  The video lasts a good 5 minutes so I would have to make a You Tube video to show it, and I have no idea how to do that. The ending is awesome!

This past two weeks besides the daily snake she's brought in a dead mouse, baby geckos, a ton of june bugs and something rather large that bled all over the kitchen floor in two different spots.... I have yet to find the body and not from a lack of trying.  We think maybe a baby rabbit.  I'm hoping she took it back outside.

She also tried to catch a opossum that was bigger than her, but I spoiled that when I spotlighted him with a flashlight and she was distracted and he got away. 

Oh the joys of owning a feral cat.

Well.... it's goin'.

Yeah, that whole hours into days, days into weeks, weeks into...  you get the picture.  We need some excitement in our lives. I've been here before and I've done this, and I may have been wearing the same shoes.

The weather is getting cooler, although yesterday it was up in the mid 80s. Perfect day to ride around with the top down on the car and yell at other drivers who don't have their top down "Put cha top down foooool!"  It's a Jolea thing, you had to be here.

To celebrate the fact the weather was gorgeous, I didn't get dressed or leave the house all day!  I didn't say I wasn't productive.  It was a heavy knitting day, and I did laundry, and put the Spring/Summer wardrobe away. There was waaaay too much cream in that cup of coffee.

Let's see.... what happened during the week?  Not much.  My job - same old thing, like herding cats and teaching old dogs the same old trick that they should already know how to do.   I take a lot of deep cleansing breaths during the day, and I occasionally scream into my purse.  I just keep telling myself that it's because everyone has such a busy life that they have a hard time remembering how to do the jobs that they don't do everyday.

Jody's job is still same ole, same ole, too.

Jolea ---- ?  Who knows, you'd have to check FaceBook, and her blog occasionally. 

Jeff, his is sort of switching gears, he's picking up some contract work from Jody's former boss who is now in business for himself.  This new switch does allow Jeff a bit more flexibility in his lifestyle.  How much more flexibility does a 24 yr. old need other than not having to get up at the same 'crack of dawn' time everyday.  I came home for lunch the other day and he's laying in his bed with his laptop on his chest and he tells me with a satisfied grin on his face "I'm working."  He was programing a PLC.

 Tuesday evening I had gone to my investment club, in other words I gave 50 bucks to someone to buy something when I could have bought new shoes.  When I came home I found Jeff in the middle of the living room with all kinds of tiny plastic objects spread out around him.  Now this wasn't upsetting, it sort of brought back fond memories of when he was a little kid playing with his Legos.  He loved his Lego Blocks.  He still has all 400,000 of them.  He could probably sell them on Ebay and make a nice chunk of $$.  All those years of playing with Legos has finally paid off.  He's designing PLCs.  All I know is a PLC is a control panel for a water system.  But what's funny is these parts are called Wegos!  He's traded the Legos for Wegos, and Wegos are just as unfriendly to bare feet when you step on them as Legos are.

 Gracie was helping too.  Hasn't she grown?  Our lives seem to be dragging by while she is growing like a weed.  She's the only one of us with visible signs of progress.

 She attacks any and everything.  She's no longer in a cage at night so all feet, hands and foreheads are at her mercy.  She's learning her limits of jumping too, at the same time we are learning not to be surprised when she sinks her claws into our belly when she decides to go for the belt buckle as we walk by.  I have to choose my accessories carefully, because she will try to 'check them out.'  She's an amazing jumper and not afraid to attempt at going for something that's a good 4 feet off the ground, like a strand of beads around my neck.  She won't wait until you've stopped moving either, she runs straight at you and leaps, not giving you a chance to sidestep or defend yourself.  She's an attack cat for sure. This has to come from those weeks in the wild.  She's still very much a Farrel cat and I wonder if she will ever be calm and sweet like our other cat was.

We've named her Gracie.  Not because she's graceful or anything, she's not.  She's bold and loud and constantly banging things around look at the size of those feet.  We know where she is most of the time.  We named her Gracie after Royce Gracie the famous cage fighter who does his best work on his back.   Here she is partaking in her favorite pastime.... clawing the backs of Jody's legs.  She has an affinity for denim and steel-toe boots.  Lucky me, I don't wear denim on a daily basis and I don't own steel-toe boots. 



She hates this Beaver. 

But she loves this bed.  This was our other cat's bed too.  It was my doll bed that my daddy made for me when I was about 2 yrs old.  The minute we brought it down from the attic, she jumped in and claimed it.  Now to teach her to go get in it on command.  When we'd tell Ellie Mae our other cat RIP "go get in your bed" she would.  Sometimes she wouldn't get out until we went to get her.  If only Gracie will learn this.  It will come in very handy at 3 in the morning when she's batting my forehead wanting me to play.

Have a good week, enjoy the weather, I'm going to see how badly Gracie has ruined the vertical blinds, we may not be able to repair those.