~ Emmy
Monday, August 27, 2018
Boys will be boys...
~ Emmy
Wednesday, August 22, 2018
Autumn Blessings
“Autumn Blessings” by The Woolly Ewe
32 ct Antique Lambswool Linen (I think that’s the right name 😉)
I started this one a few days ago and haven’t had a chance to post. It’s looking like tonight might be a bit on the sleepless side, so I might get more stitched while waiting for tones to drop for a transfer. I hope youns have a great night!
~ Emmy
Sunday, August 19, 2018
Dear Kum & Go Employee,
Dear Kum & Go Employee that Switched Chocolate Chip Muffins for BlueberryMuffins,
You didgust me. You broke this lil’ paramedic’s pea-picking heart. I just wanted a chocolate chip muffin on the way back from Big City. But no, instead you put the blueberry muffins behind the chocolate chip muffin sign. And you didn’t even have the decency to put one that had the blue staining around the blueberries. No, it had to be one that truely looked like it had chocolate chips. It was a LIAR. Did you laugh when you stocked that bakery case? Did you make a bet on how many people’s hearts you could break in one afternoon? I just wanted a little bit of chocolate; is that too much to ask???? Is it that hard to double check when you are restocking? This is why I have trust issues!!!! That and raisins in cookies that are covered with enough cookie to make them look like chocolate chips!!!!! I bet you’re responsible for that too!!!! How do you sleep at night?!? Why must people do this to me?!?! And to other, poor, unsuspecting, chocolate-loving souls? We know we should be eating berries or whatever class dried out grapes are in instead- we just don’t care. We want our chocolate and that is that. So, thank you for adding to my trust issues. I hope you can stand yourself and you can have your deceitful blueberry muffins. Just know this- next time, I will be watching for your little tricks!
Sincerely,
The Girl that Really, Really Wanted a Chocolate Chip Muffin
You didgust me. You broke this lil’ paramedic’s pea-picking heart. I just wanted a chocolate chip muffin on the way back from Big City. But no, instead you put the blueberry muffins behind the chocolate chip muffin sign. And you didn’t even have the decency to put one that had the blue staining around the blueberries. No, it had to be one that truely looked like it had chocolate chips. It was a LIAR. Did you laugh when you stocked that bakery case? Did you make a bet on how many people’s hearts you could break in one afternoon? I just wanted a little bit of chocolate; is that too much to ask???? Is it that hard to double check when you are restocking? This is why I have trust issues!!!! That and raisins in cookies that are covered with enough cookie to make them look like chocolate chips!!!!! I bet you’re responsible for that too!!!! How do you sleep at night?!? Why must people do this to me?!?! And to other, poor, unsuspecting, chocolate-loving souls? We know we should be eating berries or whatever class dried out grapes are in instead- we just don’t care. We want our chocolate and that is that. So, thank you for adding to my trust issues. I hope you can stand yourself and you can have your deceitful blueberry muffins. Just know this- next time, I will be watching for your little tricks!
Sincerely,
The Girl that Really, Really Wanted a Chocolate Chip Muffin
Monday, August 13, 2018
Moments with Mom 2
Last Thursday I took Mom to an oral surgeon in Springfield to have one of her back teeth removed. Our dentist, Dr. Woodbury, didn't want to extract the tooth himself because it was broken and he was concerned that it would need cut out. So, we went to the place he referred Mom to. The night before Mom had informed me that she was not going. I'm not certain if it was my insistence or the occasional, attention-grabbing pain that convinced her otherwise. Anyway, we were sitting in the waiting room, just waitin' and looking around. I felt that the oral surgeon must have a decent sized ego because every bit of decor contained at least one picture of him. Most from successful hunting trips. Anyhow, Mom was more than a little nervous as she looked around. She was looking around wide eyed, with a slightly horrified expression, when she leaned over to me and whispered to me, "He kills things." Ever the conversationalist, I replied, "Yep, he does." Mom looks me dead in the eye (sorry, couldn't resist!) and says, "That is not comforting." Of course, staunch supporter that I am, I couldn't help but chuckle. We see the Dr. come out and pester the receptionist for a minute. Ever the keen observer, Mom leans over to me and whispers, "He's old." "I know." I replied. Ever serious, she replies, "That is not comforting." Again, I couldn't help but laugh! Mom felt a little better when she saw a piece of wall decor showing pictures of the Dr. making lights and such from antlers and such. She felt that if he had a bit of artistic flair and a steady enough hand for that, her tooth shouldn't be too bad. Still, she remained pretty uneasy. And then she realized his shirt wasn't tucked in. Mom leaned over and whispered, "He didn't even tuck his shirt in!" "Yeah, I don't think that is very professional." I answered. Mom told me that after she went back, she saw three of his certificates on the wall, all extremely yellowed with age. Mom said that she did not find that very comforting and wondered if he was past the point of old. She also told me that the assistant checked his BP and he checked hers to show her the finer points of auscultating a blood pressure. Mom found it concerning that his BP needed checked prior to working on her tooth. Mom also was concerned when no one checked her BP, especially since they was using nitrous oxide (laughing gas). Mom remembered Kirst saying that they should always check the pt's BP first (Kirst is a dental assistant- she just happens to work as a bank teller instead.). Then, she saw that his hands resembled a deceased person's more than any living person's hands that she has ever met- very not comforting indeed! Mom made it through just fine. When the oral surgeon asked the assistant if he could make his raunchy remarks (the two had been discussing the differences between him and his wife and the assistant had commented that opposites attract- the oral surgeon disagreed and wanted to list a different reason for why they were married), Mom definitely was not impressed. Neither am I for that matter! Fortunately, the assistant told him that he could not. Mom made it through without incident while I entertained family that we was going to meet afterwards. When Mom came out, she looked at me and said, "I feel happy!" Unfortunately, when the nitrous oxide wore off and she took one of the prescribed pain pills, it was not her friend. I was afraid she was going to pass out. She did end up vomiting on the way home. Thankfully, she is much better now!
I played around with my "
The Bee" WIP from Mulberry Folk Art. I needed a break from cross stitching. I'll try to post a picture of it in a bit. I'm hoping to get some more stitched on it once I finish this post. Unfortunately, we are up for call right now. Both of the other trucks went on a 3 car MVC (motor vehicle collision). Things got kinda busy this morning. Minion and I took a transfer from Local Hospital to Big City Hospital. She is a 39 yo alcoholic. Sadly for her, she has esophageal varices and ascites (likely from her cirrhosis- both of today's diagnoses go hand in hand with alcoholism). She took meth, opiates, and oxycodone prior to going to the ER at o'dark thirty this morning. Not to be mean, but she definitely looked like she had taken all of the above when I saw her. Its sad, she's so young and has a ton of health problems because of her life choices. She was also very, very annoying. As soon as Minion put the truck in drive, she started asking for pain meds. Since she had "self medicated" with all of the above, and, for some strange reason, the hospital had given her 50 of fentanyl 20 mins or so before we got her, I told her no. I remained the heartless jerk for the remainder of the transport. She snored in between pain medication requests. I wasn't totally heartless; I did adjust the back of cot when she requested. And gave her zofran when she said she was going to vomit. I love zofran. Its the "don't-puke-on-my-boots-juice." Pretty sure its one of my best friends! Oh, I also made her cry (unintentionally). She asked if she could have a sip of water from her water bottle. I told her that I wasn't allowed to let her have anything to drink during the trip. Then she started crying. Apparently, her thirst was greater than pain. She didn't cry any of the many, many times I told her I couldn't give her pain meds. I think she was probably too high to remember any of our time together.
Well, a transfer for a LDT (long distance transfer) just dropped. If I found the right address, it is about 4 hours one way. Aaaaannnnnddd we can't go on it until one of the trucks clear. One is headed to Springfield; I don't know what the other is doing. Well, at least I can try to eat supper really quick. I doubt I'll get to stitch now. :( So much for that plan...
Here's hoping youns have a much happier stitching time right now!
Emmy
I played around with my "
The Bee" WIP from Mulberry Folk Art. I needed a break from cross stitching. I'll try to post a picture of it in a bit. I'm hoping to get some more stitched on it once I finish this post. Unfortunately, we are up for call right now. Both of the other trucks went on a 3 car MVC (motor vehicle collision). Things got kinda busy this morning. Minion and I took a transfer from Local Hospital to Big City Hospital. She is a 39 yo alcoholic. Sadly for her, she has esophageal varices and ascites (likely from her cirrhosis- both of today's diagnoses go hand in hand with alcoholism). She took meth, opiates, and oxycodone prior to going to the ER at o'dark thirty this morning. Not to be mean, but she definitely looked like she had taken all of the above when I saw her. Its sad, she's so young and has a ton of health problems because of her life choices. She was also very, very annoying. As soon as Minion put the truck in drive, she started asking for pain meds. Since she had "self medicated" with all of the above, and, for some strange reason, the hospital had given her 50 of fentanyl 20 mins or so before we got her, I told her no. I remained the heartless jerk for the remainder of the transport. She snored in between pain medication requests. I wasn't totally heartless; I did adjust the back of cot when she requested. And gave her zofran when she said she was going to vomit. I love zofran. Its the "don't-puke-on-my-boots-juice." Pretty sure its one of my best friends! Oh, I also made her cry (unintentionally). She asked if she could have a sip of water from her water bottle. I told her that I wasn't allowed to let her have anything to drink during the trip. Then she started crying. Apparently, her thirst was greater than pain. She didn't cry any of the many, many times I told her I couldn't give her pain meds. I think she was probably too high to remember any of our time together.
Well, a transfer for a LDT (long distance transfer) just dropped. If I found the right address, it is about 4 hours one way. Aaaaannnnnddd we can't go on it until one of the trucks clear. One is headed to Springfield; I don't know what the other is doing. Well, at least I can try to eat supper really quick. I doubt I'll get to stitch now. :( So much for that plan...
Here's hoping youns have a much happier stitching time right now!
Emmy
Tuesday, August 7, 2018
Moments with Mom
Yesterday was the day that Mom and I decided to go bra shopping. We both hate bra shopping with a passion, so we decided to go together and to do some other, more fun shopping (like shoes!!!!!) as well. Unfortunately, Kohl’s felt the need to put the bra section between the four major intersections of their store. Plus, it’s across from the guy’s stuff on one side. As we took a deep breath and entered the section, I commented that they need a section for, ummmm, more endowed females so I wouldn’t have to wonder if the required support and needed size would be there. Mom immediately quips, “They need an area for 48 year old tired boobs.” I promptly lost it, of course! And Mom just grinned and said, “What, they’re tired and they’ve forgotten where they’re suppose be at!” Aannnnd I lost it again. We wandered throughout the area digging shamelessly through any type of bra that looked like, or promised, to fulfil each of our needs. At one point, I was left unsupervised-a terrible idea at any and all times- and had a handful of wrong-sized bras in my left hand while yanking on the hanger of the correctly sized bra with the other. Of course, a guy walks past right then. He seemed amused at first, but then looked embarrassed when he realized I was fighting a bra and the bra was winning. He looked at everything except my general vincinity and hurried on his way quite quickly. Once we had a cartful of contestants, we went to dressing rooms. Of course, Kohl’s in their infinite wisdom, had decided that *only* 2 women would ever need to try on bras at the same time. After conversing with another lady in the same conundrum, we decided to go to a dressing room further away. We kept our heads held high as we walked past several folks (sadly, no others with the unfortunate task of bra shopping. Although, I am quite relieved that none of the men we passed by we’re bra shopping! Hey, it’s Springfield, you never know what you will see there!). We did end up getting distracted by clearance clothes- we are, after all, only human! After trying on far too many, Mom found the winner of the day’s contest. I, sadly, was unable to find a winner among my lot. Which means I get to repeat the experience 😫. Hmmmmmm, maybe I’ll just try online shopping next time..... I wonder how many bras I can buy, and quite possibly return, before the powers that be ask questions???
Sunday, August 5, 2018
A Stitcher’s Legacy
A
Stitcher’s Legacy
The sound of thread sliding through cloth
soothes me as the piece starts to come together. Each little x, each little
backstitch, helps the picture become clearer. If you have ever hand embroidered
anything, you know what it is like, watching how each seemingly minuscule stitch plays a part in revealing the mystery of how marks on a paper could
result in something so beautiful. Like most people that stitch, I hope my work
lasts far longer than I do. I hope that some pieces will always remain in the
family and will be passed down with each new generation. I dream of future tiny
fingers tracing the stitches and asking about the one that made it. I think
that is why so many antique samplers echo the phrase “Remember me...” with some
sort of clever caption. Every single person wants to be remembered for the work
that they accomplished on this Earth. And, whether you believe me or not, you
will leave behind a legacy of your own. It may just be for a close few, or it
could have such an impact that you will be remembered for many generations to
come. Regardless, you are creating your legacy right now. Like the creators of
the “Remember Me” samplers, we should all strive to leave behind a good and
lasting legacy.
Only recently has it been pointed out to me
that God has His own legacy that He has left for us. Trouble is, we often can’t
see the whole picture, the completed sampler, if you will. Occasionally, God
allows a glimpse of some past and present stitches our actions have created.
Sometimes, we followed God’s pattern for our life, and the resulting work is
beautiful. Other times, we decided to do our own thing, and the work is marred
with mistakes. Yet, God still sees beauty in those mistakes- His beloved child
was trying after all. And the times His child wasn’t trying still resulted in a
valuable lesson, one that hopefully drew me and you closer to Him.
I feel that most of the time we only catch
glimpses of the back of the work. The back of a sampler is where threads seem
to be randomly placed, with odd criss-crossing, and where tangles, knots, and
loose threads are hidden from view. Occasionally, we see some organization,
some sort of plan, manifesting itself on the back, that rarely, if ever, makes
some speck of sense to us. If we could just see the front of the completed work,
it would all make sense, we think to ourselves. We cry out for God to show us
the front of the sampler-in-progress of our life as we struggle along. We rant
and rave that something isn’t fair or right and demand an explanation. We don’t
see how the odd stitches, the painful parts, often result in the most beautiful
area of finished work. Instead of giving in to our demands, God just keeps
patiently stitching, knowing that someday, either we will understand or we will
no longer care. We don’t see that the needle pricked His finger too when we
were hurting. We don’t see how our anger or frustration resulted in a missed
stitch or stubborn knot. Sometimes, we do see the error, and the knot untangles
itself. Other times, it just gets tucked away on the back and the stitching,
the legacy-building, continues.
When we yield to God’s pattern, and choose to
trust and obey Him, that is when the sampler of our life ultimately has a
beautiful finish, whether we ever see it or not. I’m a bit of an odd duck though.
When I look at the samplers of yesteryear, I see beauty in the mistakes. You
see, mistakes and trial and error are both great teachers. And sometimes what
we see as a mistake is actually a planned for stitch in God’s pattern. We just
don’t always get to see how it plays a role in the finished work. Honestly, I
don’t think it would make much sense to us to see our life’s sampler, or even
our future legacy, when we demand to. Because too much wouldn’t make sense to
us. It only will when God shows us the finished series of samplers and how they
are all interconnected. Some connections make sense- others we didn’t even
realize would have a reason to exist. So, instead of focusing on the needle
prick, we should instead be focused on the Designer. He has a plan for each us.
Not only does following His plan, His pattern, result in ultimate good for us,
it also helps us leave behind an extraordinary legacy that glorifies Him and points
others to Him for decades after we are gone. The legacy-building time does the
same. And when God does give you a glimpse of the work in progress, treasure
it. Trust that the parts that don’t make sense now will make sense in the future.
He is the best designer that ever has and ever will exist. So tell me, what
kind of heirloom sampler (legacy) is being stitched right now in your life?
Saturday, August 4, 2018
Pillow Forts, SpaghettiO's, and Cleaning, Oh My!
Mr. Smokey is a bit cross with me since I didn't get this posted yesterday. In my defense, Mom and I enjoyed a relaxing morning chatting with Dad followed by swimming. We then went to town, and may or may not have spent too much time and money at JoAnn's. There were a couple of other stops, but that was the big one! Anyhow, thanks to modern technology, I assured him that I can post it from work, which will hopefully unruffle his feathers a bit.
Dear World,
I was wanting to write about the other day, but my mother is crazy. I love her, but she is a totally coo-coo-for-cocoa-puffs. I don't totally understand that saying, but she told it to me and I thought it was funny. She also said that she wishes they could write that on reports. Not on the reports of folks with legitimate mental illness. Just the ones acting crazy to be a turd or to try to get out of jail. Like today- why would any sane person leave their adorable, sweet, and cuddly baby at home to go to some place called work? Yep, she is crazy. Oh well, I'll try to keep her out of too much trouble; I did choose her for a reason, and that makes me responsible for her. Well, at least for as long as she remembers to refill my food bowl. If she gets too crazy to remember that, I'll just move in with Grandma and check on Ms. Coo-Coo from time to time. See, a smart kitty always has a backup plan. Anyhow, on to the other day!
Mommy took Wednesday off of work because she thought the demolition derby might go late. She was correct. Thursday, though, was the day I helped Mommy a lot. I honestly don't know how she ever got anything done without me in the past! We spent a lot of time reorganizing her craft room (her fancy-smancy name for a closet) and other closet. She had to climb up on a stool to hammer a new nail in the wall to hang up some bags and stuff. She almost impaled me with the nail when she dropped it. And just when I was starting to be impressed with her awkward climbing skills. I kept her tennis shoe laces in line while she looked for the nail. Fortunately, this search resulted in her actually putting up some Christmas gifts and a couple of miscellaneous things. Will wonders never cease! I can see the floor in there again!!! It also meant some empty bags for me to play with! Anyhow, she finally climbed up the stool again to get the nail knocked into the wall. I was very impressed with this accomplishment and made sure to let her know. Humans need frequent encouragement, I've learned. I helped her put up some new fabric next. I carefully studied it; I am glad to say that I approved all all fabric purchases. Except Mommy wouldn't let me lay on them. I mean, what is up with that?!?! A lil' bit of kitty fur never hurt anything and its the best way to show approval!!! I then tried to get her to hold me, but she kept saying that she needed to get "some stuff done." Whatever, it was nap time and she is suppose to cuddle me extra on her first day off, never mind that she took Wednesday off. My schedule is extra snuggles every third day and she should know better than to mess with a baby's schedule!!!! That just isn't OK!! Plus, I found out that she is 23 years old!!!! She's ancient!!! And ancient people need extra naps!!!!! I did use my powers of cuteness to get a few extra belly rubs, so not all was lost! She then went back into the "Craft Room" (I personally think that "Jungle Gym" was more fitting at the time) and worked on putting up stuff in there. She reorganized several things. I dutifully acted my cutest to keep the cuckoo from getting too bored with all of this organizing. I also made it clear that we both needed to take a break and rest. I was partially successful. All I had to do was stretch up, barely place my paw on her calf, put on an utterly heartbreaking pleading face, and softly meow to get her to hold me. At least for a little while. Sucker- it works on her every time! Hee hee hee! It helps that I'm a super quiet little kitten. Whenever I meow, she pays attention. She would hold me and do things one handedly. This proved a bit cumbrous, and I was well entertained while trying to doze. She would set me down at times. I would wait for her to quit pretending that she has the climbing skill of a monkey before working the sucker move aggain. She did try once to stand on top of the stool to grab something- that was far too worrisome for me. I would rather watch than risk personal injury. I mean, c'mon, if she hurts herself, who is going to go for help if she hurts me too? I don't see Lassie around here anywhere!
At some point in the day I snuck away. If she wouldn't cuddle me at my every whim, then I was just going to have to improvise! I ended up slipping into Grandma's room and realized that Grandpa hadn't made the bed when he got up. Score! Grandma's pillows were perfectly arranged for me. I made a few minor tweaks, and voila! I had a pillow fort!!!! Best day ever!!!! I'm so glad that Grandma loves a lot of pillows!!!! And naps- she is truly a human after this kitten's own heart! Mom looked for periodically without success for a long time. She finally found me- it was the best, unintentional game of hide-and-seek ever!
I did finish helping her in her "Craft Room." Since she wouldn't nap with me, I played with a baby spool of thread (it was just my size!) until Mommy distracted me with wadded up paper. I love paper. I shred paper! I didn't shred these though, I just batted them around until I was tired. I did manage to get some one armed cuddles, but I was getting motion sick since the crazy girl wouldn't hold still and give me the attention I deserve. I decided to nap on a Walmart bag with my paper close by while she finished. She was in the home stretch, I knew she could it on her own!
That night after Grandma came home (Auntie Kirstie went to something called a "Camp Meeting" at her church), Mommy and Grandma decided on SpaghettiO's for supper. Mommy didn't finish hers, and I had hopped up on her lap for some overdue cuddles. I kept trying to go to the bowl, but Mommy said no. I guess she was still holding a grudge from that morning when I found her unattended bowl with a tiny bit of Honey Bunches of Oats cereal in milk in the bottom. Hey, a baby's got to eat! Besides, I don't see her eating my food- she says its cause it is kitten food, not human food, but I know it is really because it isn't as good as people food. Anyhow, I kept smelling the air and casting longing looks towards the SpaghettiO's and Mommy just laughed! How rude! So I immediately went over to Grandma (the recliner Mommy was in is right next to the arm of the couch that Grandma sits by) and started telling Grandma all about the injustice very vocally. Grandma looked me square in the eye as I told her that Mommy wouldn't share the SpaghettiO's, and Grandma looked at me and said, "Make her!" I couldn't resist casting a triumphant look at Mommy. Humans have to obey their parents- it bib-li-cal. Hah! Mommy didn't immediately cave though, the stubborn old fart. She told me that she would share if I would behave and be patient for a little bit. I flicked my tail and waltzed off to talk to Mr. Mousie. He would see the injustice of it all!!! After a bit, Mommy did give me the rest of her SpaghettiO's. Those things are delicious!!!! Oh my mouse, t hey tasted incredible!!!!!!! Even better than treats!!!!!!! In fact, I must say that they are just as good as the chicken Grandma put in a plastic sandwich bag for me. The baggie even has my name on it and Grandma decorated it for me. I scarfed the SpaghettiO's down to show Mommy that she was starving me! She just laughed and said that it wouldn't work, my food bowl was full so she felt no pity. What a heartless Rudey-McJudy! Oh well, she did hold me some more later on.
I g uess thats all for now. My paws are a bit sore from all this typing and Mommy doesn't need to know what I've been up to today. Plus, my food bowl is calling my name and eating makes me tired. I'm a growing boy after all, and growing boys need plenty of food and sleep to grow!I hope you're feline pawsome!
Purrfectly Yours,
Smokey
Dear World,
I was wanting to write about the other day, but my mother is crazy. I love her, but she is a totally coo-coo-for-cocoa-puffs. I don't totally understand that saying, but she told it to me and I thought it was funny. She also said that she wishes they could write that on reports. Not on the reports of folks with legitimate mental illness. Just the ones acting crazy to be a turd or to try to get out of jail. Like today- why would any sane person leave their adorable, sweet, and cuddly baby at home to go to some place called work? Yep, she is crazy. Oh well, I'll try to keep her out of too much trouble; I did choose her for a reason, and that makes me responsible for her. Well, at least for as long as she remembers to refill my food bowl. If she gets too crazy to remember that, I'll just move in with Grandma and check on Ms. Coo-Coo from time to time. See, a smart kitty always has a backup plan. Anyhow, on to the other day!
Mommy took Wednesday off of work because she thought the demolition derby might go late. She was correct. Thursday, though, was the day I helped Mommy a lot. I honestly don't know how she ever got anything done without me in the past! We spent a lot of time reorganizing her craft room (her fancy-smancy name for a closet) and other closet. She had to climb up on a stool to hammer a new nail in the wall to hang up some bags and stuff. She almost impaled me with the nail when she dropped it. And just when I was starting to be impressed with her awkward climbing skills. I kept her tennis shoe laces in line while she looked for the nail. Fortunately, this search resulted in her actually putting up some Christmas gifts and a couple of miscellaneous things. Will wonders never cease! I can see the floor in there again!!! It also meant some empty bags for me to play with! Anyhow, she finally climbed up the stool again to get the nail knocked into the wall. I was very impressed with this accomplishment and made sure to let her know. Humans need frequent encouragement, I've learned. I helped her put up some new fabric next. I carefully studied it; I am glad to say that I approved all all fabric purchases. Except Mommy wouldn't let me lay on them. I mean, what is up with that?!?! A lil' bit of kitty fur never hurt anything and its the best way to show approval!!! I then tried to get her to hold me, but she kept saying that she needed to get "some stuff done." Whatever, it was nap time and she is suppose to cuddle me extra on her first day off, never mind that she took Wednesday off. My schedule is extra snuggles every third day and she should know better than to mess with a baby's schedule!!!! That just isn't OK!! Plus, I found out that she is 23 years old!!!! She's ancient!!! And ancient people need extra naps!!!!! I did use my powers of cuteness to get a few extra belly rubs, so not all was lost! She then went back into the "Craft Room" (I personally think that "Jungle Gym" was more fitting at the time) and worked on putting up stuff in there. She reorganized several things. I dutifully acted my cutest to keep the cuckoo from getting too bored with all of this organizing. I also made it clear that we both needed to take a break and rest. I was partially successful. All I had to do was stretch up, barely place my paw on her calf, put on an utterly heartbreaking pleading face, and softly meow to get her to hold me. At least for a little while. Sucker- it works on her every time! Hee hee hee! It helps that I'm a super quiet little kitten. Whenever I meow, she pays attention. She would hold me and do things one handedly. This proved a bit cumbrous, and I was well entertained while trying to doze. She would set me down at times. I would wait for her to quit pretending that she has the climbing skill of a monkey before working the sucker move aggain. She did try once to stand on top of the stool to grab something- that was far too worrisome for me. I would rather watch than risk personal injury. I mean, c'mon, if she hurts herself, who is going to go for help if she hurts me too? I don't see Lassie around here anywhere!
At some point in the day I snuck away. If she wouldn't cuddle me at my every whim, then I was just going to have to improvise! I ended up slipping into Grandma's room and realized that Grandpa hadn't made the bed when he got up. Score! Grandma's pillows were perfectly arranged for me. I made a few minor tweaks, and voila! I had a pillow fort!!!! Best day ever!!!! I'm so glad that Grandma loves a lot of pillows!!!! And naps- she is truly a human after this kitten's own heart! Mom looked for periodically without success for a long time. She finally found me- it was the best, unintentional game of hide-and-seek ever!
I did finish helping her in her "Craft Room." Since she wouldn't nap with me, I played with a baby spool of thread (it was just my size!) until Mommy distracted me with wadded up paper. I love paper. I shred paper! I didn't shred these though, I just batted them around until I was tired. I did manage to get some one armed cuddles, but I was getting motion sick since the crazy girl wouldn't hold still and give me the attention I deserve. I decided to nap on a Walmart bag with my paper close by while she finished. She was in the home stretch, I knew she could it on her own!
That night after Grandma came home (Auntie Kirstie went to something called a "Camp Meeting" at her church), Mommy and Grandma decided on SpaghettiO's for supper. Mommy didn't finish hers, and I had hopped up on her lap for some overdue cuddles. I kept trying to go to the bowl, but Mommy said no. I guess she was still holding a grudge from that morning when I found her unattended bowl with a tiny bit of Honey Bunches of Oats cereal in milk in the bottom. Hey, a baby's got to eat! Besides, I don't see her eating my food- she says its cause it is kitten food, not human food, but I know it is really because it isn't as good as people food. Anyhow, I kept smelling the air and casting longing looks towards the SpaghettiO's and Mommy just laughed! How rude! So I immediately went over to Grandma (the recliner Mommy was in is right next to the arm of the couch that Grandma sits by) and started telling Grandma all about the injustice very vocally. Grandma looked me square in the eye as I told her that Mommy wouldn't share the SpaghettiO's, and Grandma looked at me and said, "Make her!" I couldn't resist casting a triumphant look at Mommy. Humans have to obey their parents- it bib-li-cal. Hah! Mommy didn't immediately cave though, the stubborn old fart. She told me that she would share if I would behave and be patient for a little bit. I flicked my tail and waltzed off to talk to Mr. Mousie. He would see the injustice of it all!!! After a bit, Mommy did give me the rest of her SpaghettiO's. Those things are delicious!!!! Oh my mouse, t hey tasted incredible!!!!!!! Even better than treats!!!!!!! In fact, I must say that they are just as good as the chicken Grandma put in a plastic sandwich bag for me. The baggie even has my name on it and Grandma decorated it for me. I scarfed the SpaghettiO's down to show Mommy that she was starving me! She just laughed and said that it wouldn't work, my food bowl was full so she felt no pity. What a heartless Rudey-McJudy! Oh well, she did hold me some more later on.
I g uess thats all for now. My paws are a bit sore from all this typing and Mommy doesn't need to know what I've been up to today. Plus, my food bowl is calling my name and eating makes me tired. I'm a growing boy after all, and growing boys need plenty of food and sleep to grow!I hope you're feline pawsome!
Purrfectly Yours,
Smokey
Thursday, August 2, 2018
Fair Fun
Here are a few pictures of the embroidered items at the fair. I wasn’t sure if pictures were allowed or not, which is why I only took 3. The pictures don’t do any of these justice! There were a ton of others I wish I could show youns!!!
Honestly, parts of the fair were disappointing. The only animals we saw were piggies. They were cute, ut I was hoping to see more of a variety of critters. Not sure why there wasn't others.
The demolition derby was amazing though!!!!!!! They had a combine demolition derby!!!! I didn’t know that was a thing!!!!! We watched ankle biters on kiddo sized “monster trucks.”
Several of the combines had very creative names. One was named "Crash Crop," and a second was named the "Green Reaper." My favorite was "Law of the Land." He had a sheriff's star on the side and flipped on a blue light bar at the start! He ended up winning and is a local officer!!! Here are a few photos and videos. Mr. Smokey wanted me to let youns know that he is planning on writing a note to youns tomorrow and that it is my fault that he hasn't written for a while.
Have a great night/day!!!!
Happy Stitching!
Emmy
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