Christ!! I got another damn cat in our house! :eek:
I came home from running errands and when I got out of the car, the neighbor's cat came up to me and started meowing. I always say hi to the kitty when he's up in the neighbor's window watching my dog do her business, so I naturally said hello and gave the kitty a little pat on the head. He then quickly retreated back under my truck to catch some shade. So I started unloading, when I got to 33 lb bag of dogfood, I knew I would have to prop the door open and sure enough when I turned around the little bugger jogged on in.
Great.... another lecture from the hubby. :eyeroll:
So I went to the first place I thought the cat would go on a hot day--- the basement. There's kitty laying flat, belly side down on the cool floor. So I called the kitty... wouldn't move. Then I went towards him and he hissed at me. :worried: Sheesh. I talked nicely to him thinking he was afraid being in a strange house. I went to pick him up again... HISSSS. :angry: So then I'm trying to figure out a way to get my husband downstairs to keep an eye on him while I get the neighbor. Knowing that he was dead asleep and with all the AC's and fans going he wouldn't hear me call, I decided to hide and wait until the cat came upstairs and then scare it out the open door. It worked!!!!
Needless to say I won't stop our dog from chasing him next time he's in our yard. :pbpt:
we dont get strays in the house so much.... but the yard... all the time...
I think they mostly come around looking for Azreal - evidentlly he's become the sexy stud of the neighborhood, even though he never even leaves the yard...
He must sit up in the windows, when nobody's around hollaring at all the "hoes" on the street...
all that.... and the huge bucket we have in our backyard for the cat and dog to drink from, has become a community watering hole, lately....
- went out there this morning, and there were 2 rabbits (got tons of them around here, lately), a couple of birds, and a squirrel!!
I dont think Bucky (dog) is doing good enough of a job, of scaring away the wildlife....
Just thismorning I had coffee and the Sunday paper in hand enjoying the morning...
Got this in an e-mail thismorning:
The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.
A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the garage with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it:
I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice.You know the kind; he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whomever he was talking with something about "a thousand marbles." I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say."Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you're busy with your job. I'm sure they pay you well but it's a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. It's too bad you missed your
daughter's "dance recital" he continued. "Let me tell you something thathas helped me keep my own priorities." And that's when he began to
explain his theory of a "thousand marbles."
"You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years.
"Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900, which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire
lifetime.
Now, stick with me, Tom, I'm getting to the important part. It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in
any detail", he went on, "and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays." "I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy. So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round up 1000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear."
"Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away. I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life. There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight."
"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marbleout of the container. I figure that if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time."
"It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band. This is a 75 Year old Man, K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!"
You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter.
Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. "C'mon honey,I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast." "What brought this on?" she asked with a smile. "Oh, nothing special, it's just been a long time since
we spent a Saturday together with the kids. And hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to buy some marbles...
seen that one once before. Always wondered if it was a true story or not. The callsign isn't valid, but I suppose he could've made up one to keep the real guy's identity secret (imagine a ton of HAM radio operators contacting you all the time about your words of wisdom).
my camera and my computer dont want to work together for whatever reason.... so I just finally took my memory card to CVS and had them throw like 150-200 (some dating back to x-mas time) pictures onto a CD....
those two are what takes up most of my rolls of film and space on my digital camera...
Azreal is a ham.... as soon as he spots the camera, he'll walk over to see whats going on, and try to be in a picture...
Bucky really doesnt care much for cameras....he used to be more afraid of them, but is slowly getting over that....
what do you expect from a dog who runs away from a flashlight? :eyeroll: :goofy:
I'm just good at catching him when he doesnt care about it. :grin:
My big dog was being such a brat last night. I was tired, and he would come up to me and sit infront of me and just watch me.
When I'd say what? He's pick up his front paw and set it in my lap. So I'd pet him for a minute - he'd flip on his belly, and when I stopped, we'd go through this cycle again.
He's not normally the cuddly one. But last night he even got up on the bed and snuggled for a while. I've forgotten how hot it is to sleep with a 120pound dog next to you. Yikes.
Vino - my dog does the same thing. In a real needy passive agressive way. She slowly progresses from sitting next to me to laying her head on my knee, then one paw, then two, pretty soon 75% of her is on my lap. I put her back on the floor and we start the whole routine over again. She's not allowed on the couch or the bed though. That was a deal I made with my husband when we got married. He not quite the animal lover I am. :pbpt:
my smaller dog is exactly like what you described (and by small I mean 60 pounds) the bigger guy is usually too hot to cuddle, but lately - I dunno what has gotten into him. Since he broke down the fence and got lost for that one night - he's a love bug.
It is not illegal to drink, and it is not illegal to be drunk in public (Minn. Stat. 340A.902: “No
person may be charged with or convicted of the offense or drunkenness or public drunkenness”),
but it is illegal to drink in public, Mpls. Ord. 364.40, or to loiter with an open bottle with the
intent to consume it. Mpls. Ord. 364.45. These two charges are commonly brought against
people experiencing homelessness. The obvious problem is that, since by almost by definition a
person experiencing homelessness lacks a private place to drink, such a person cannot drink
without violating the law. I can drink legally in my home, in a bar or restaurant, even out on the
sidewalk patio of a bar or restaurant, but a person experiencing homelessness does not have those
options. Especially for the large number of people suffering from homelessness and alcoholism,
these ordinances make their condition illegal. Arresting or charging a person in this situation
cannot possibly help ameliorate his problem or the publicÂ’s problem; in fact, it will only make it
harder for that person to find housing and a stable situation in which to deal with the alcoholism.
Therefore, Minneapolis should adopt a police protocol under which people with no private place
to drink are offered referral for alcoholism treatment, if appropriate, and transported to detox or the sobering center, if needed, but are not charged.
...I need to check into this....
I think public drinking is ok...as long as your not in MPLS. and its not posted...
No person may be charged with or convicted of the offense of drunkenness or public drunkenness. Nothing herein prevents the prosecution and conviction of an intoxicated person for offenses other than drunkenness or public drunkenness nor does this section relieve a person from civil liability for an injury to persons or property caused by the person while intoxicated.
Can children be in a bar with their parents? Yes. Persons under age 21 may be on licensed premises, and can be sold and allowed to drink alcohol beverages, if they are with their parents, legal guardians, or spouses, as long as those persons are of legal age; but this is at the discretion of the licensee.
I've known this for a long time. My wife told me and I've seen it numerous times at Dibbo's.
I'm at work so thinking isn't on the top of the list.
630 should be fine.
Where you guys golfin at? We hit Kaposia over the weekend.... I need to get out more.
I came home from running errands and when I got out of the car, the neighbor's cat came up to me and started meowing. I always say hi to the kitty when he's up in the neighbor's window watching my dog do her business, so I naturally said hello and gave the kitty a little pat on the head. He then quickly retreated back under my truck to catch some shade. So I started unloading, when I got to 33 lb bag of dogfood, I knew I would have to prop the door open and sure enough when I turned around the little bugger jogged on in.
Great.... another lecture from the hubby. :eyeroll:
So I went to the first place I thought the cat would go on a hot day--- the basement. There's kitty laying flat, belly side down on the cool floor. So I called the kitty... wouldn't move. Then I went towards him and he hissed at me. :worried: Sheesh. I talked nicely to him thinking he was afraid being in a strange house. I went to pick him up again... HISSSS. :angry: So then I'm trying to figure out a way to get my husband downstairs to keep an eye on him while I get the neighbor. Knowing that he was dead asleep and with all the AC's and fans going he wouldn't hear me call, I decided to hide and wait until the cat came upstairs and then scare it out the open door. It worked!!!!
Needless to say I won't stop our dog from chasing him next time he's in our yard. :pbpt:
I think they mostly come around looking for Azreal - evidentlly he's become the sexy stud of the neighborhood, even though he never even leaves the yard...
He must sit up in the windows, when nobody's around hollaring at all the "hoes" on the street...
all that.... and the huge bucket we have in our backyard for the cat and dog to drink from, has become a community watering hole, lately....
- went out there this morning, and there were 2 rabbits (got tons of them around here, lately), a couple of birds, and a squirrel!!
I dont think Bucky (dog) is doing good enough of a job, of scaring away the wildlife....
That's the evil cat from the Smurfs right?
is it one of your starys???
I cant take credit for it though...
when I adopted him from the humane society, they had a messup with names, and his cage had two of them... "Clovis", and "Azreal"....
Clovis just sounds dorky, and he seemed to respond better to Azreal, so thats what I went with...
Plus... if he was responding good to it, because it already was his name, It would have been kinda mean to just up and change it on him...
That'd be like some family finding me at a homeless shelter and deciding to take me home and call me Fredd...
It would suck.
Got this in an e-mail thismorning:
The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable.
A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the garage with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it:
I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice.You know the kind; he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whomever he was talking with something about "a thousand marbles." I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say."Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you're busy with your job. I'm sure they pay you well but it's a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. It's too bad you missed your
daughter's "dance recital" he continued. "Let me tell you something thathas helped me keep my own priorities." And that's when he began to
explain his theory of a "thousand marbles."
"You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years.
"Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900, which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire
lifetime.
Now, stick with me, Tom, I'm getting to the important part. It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in
any detail", he went on, "and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays." "I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy. So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round up 1000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear."
"Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away. I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life. There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight."
"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marbleout of the container. I figure that if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time."
"It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band. This is a 75 Year old Man, K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!"
You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter.
Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. "C'mon honey,I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast." "What brought this on?" she asked with a smile. "Oh, nothing special, it's just been a long time since
we spent a Saturday together with the kids. And hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to buy some marbles...
Does it have a collar? If so what color? I do have a live trap if it starts coming around again.
and I'm 99% sure it won't have a collar..
I'm sure she is long gone..
recently, the two monsters discovered a stuffed, toy version of their own kind....
they were not pleased...
dunno... they're fun when I visit... or when they bring them over here... but I like big dogs though...
Pedro on the left and Poncho on the right
2nd one - look closely and you can see the heads of couple baby birds.... a nest by one of our windows
the last closeup of him - he looks pissed off, because he had just been rudely woken up by Bucky...
my camera and my computer dont want to work together for whatever reason.... so I just finally took my memory card to CVS and had them throw like 150-200 (some dating back to x-mas time) pictures onto a CD....
those two are what takes up most of my rolls of film and space on my digital camera...
Azreal is a ham.... as soon as he spots the camera, he'll walk over to see whats going on, and try to be in a picture...
Bucky really doesnt care much for cameras....he used to be more afraid of them, but is slowly getting over that....
what do you expect from a dog who runs away from a flashlight? :eyeroll: :goofy:
I'm just good at catching him when he doesnt care about it. :grin:
When I'd say what? He's pick up his front paw and set it in my lap. So I'd pet him for a minute - he'd flip on his belly, and when I stopped, we'd go through this cycle again.
He's not normally the cuddly one. But last night he even got up on the bed and snuggled for a while. I've forgotten how hot it is to sleep with a 120pound dog next to you. Yikes.
Vino - my dog does the same thing. In a real needy passive agressive way. She slowly progresses from sitting next to me to laying her head on my knee, then one paw, then two, pretty soon 75% of her is on my lap. I put her back on the floor and we start the whole routine over again. She's not allowed on the couch or the bed though. That was a deal I made with my husband when we got married. He not quite the animal lover I am. :pbpt:
a barmaid came up and asked if Sarah had a parent at the bar and then walked away. She got to stay til barclose 2 am.
I thought Minnesota law was that underage had to be out by about 9? Wisconsin doesn't have a time? interesting.
not this year suckers!!!
woooooooooooo
It is not illegal to drink, and it is not illegal to be drunk in public (Minn. Stat. 340A.902: “No
person may be charged with or convicted of the offense or drunkenness or public drunkenness”),
but it is illegal to drink in public, Mpls. Ord. 364.40, or to loiter with an open bottle with the
intent to consume it. Mpls. Ord. 364.45. These two charges are commonly brought against
people experiencing homelessness. The obvious problem is that, since by almost by definition a
person experiencing homelessness lacks a private place to drink, such a person cannot drink
without violating the law. I can drink legally in my home, in a bar or restaurant, even out on the
sidewalk patio of a bar or restaurant, but a person experiencing homelessness does not have those
options. Especially for the large number of people suffering from homelessness and alcoholism,
these ordinances make their condition illegal. Arresting or charging a person in this situation
cannot possibly help ameliorate his problem or the publicÂ’s problem; in fact, it will only make it
harder for that person to find housing and a stable situation in which to deal with the alcoholism.
Therefore, Minneapolis should adopt a police protocol under which people with no private place
to drink are offered referral for alcoholism treatment, if appropriate, and transported to detox or the sobering center, if needed, but are not charged.
...I need to check into this....
I think public drinking is ok...as long as your not in MPLS. and its not posted...
but I can be drunk!!!
No person may be charged with or convicted of the offense of drunkenness or public drunkenness. Nothing herein prevents the prosecution and conviction of an intoxicated person for offenses other than drunkenness or public drunkenness nor does this section relieve a person from civil liability for an injury to persons or property caused by the person while intoxicated.
wrong wrong wrong wrong...just wrong
I've known this for a long time. My wife told me and I've seen it numerous times at Dibbo's.
this cat rocks!!!