Hold onto your Hats

So on the way to work this morning I heard a rather funny, annoying, and disturbing statistic. First I thought it was funny, then I was annoyed, and now I am concerned. 

Here’s the part where you hold onto your  hats. According to a survey 7% of adult Americans believe that chocolate milk comes from a brown cow. That 7% equates to appoximately 17.3 million people. WTF!!!

I laughed at first because I thought it must be a joke. The radio personalities had to be joking. They weren’t. 

I was annoyed because I couldn’t believe people could be so _____ (insert your own term). 

Now I’m concerned. Are these same people allowed to drive or operate heavy machinery? I’m also curious and wonder what the results would reveal if this same survey was conducted in other parts of the world.

So what’s the point of this post? Part of it is to just get what I feel is a disturbing fact off my chest. The other part is to say if you don’t know something, wonder if it’s true, are confused – look it up. At the very least you could read the ingredients on a carton of chocolate milk. 

Strength in Numbers

One moment in time,

One life to live,

You’re my one and only,

To you my heart I give.


Two hearts beat as one,

We’re two of a kind.

Two heads are better than one,

On our love, we’re never of two minds.


To the four corners of the earth,

In your footsteps, I will go.

In seventh heaven and on cloud nine,

Our love continues to grow.


And when we’re behind the eight-ball,

Or an eight-hundred-pound gorilla blocks the way,

Together we’ll eighty-six them,

Together we will stay.


And at the eleventh hour,

When we are old and grey,

If my mind should wander,

And I seem a million miles away,


Remember we bat a thousand,

And our love was twenty-four seven.

We gave it the whole nine yards,

We were up to eleven.


And when we lie down and rest

In our eternal slumber,

May the power of our love show

That two can be strength in numbers.

Shit or Get off the Pot

The expression popped into my head weeks ago. It was one my father used to say, though my mother is the queen of idioms. For those of you who have never heard it before, it basically means make a decision and get it done. It is harsh and vulgar, but it gets the message across.

I suppose I started to think about it because I see others, as well as myself, struggling to make decisions.  Whether it’s choosing a food item from a menu or changing jobs. We are comfortable with what we know even if it’s not what we want.

I’m working on being more decisive. At restaurants, I spend less time choosing menu items. When buying greeting cards, I select the first one I like. I used to continue searching in case there was something better. But most often I ended up with my first choice anyway. There is so much time wasted in indecision, all because of worrying that the choice might be the wrong one. And while there are some decisions that shouldn’t be taken lightly and do need time, there are far more that really don’t matter one way or the other.

And now I’ve done it again and made the decision to write this post. Something I’ve been thinking about doing almost as long as “Shit or get off the pot” has been ruminating in my brain.

Do you struggle with making decisions?


Her Forever Home – Diary of a Feral Kitten

Sunday, May 14.

A small, grey kitty was spotted as she darted in front of my daughter and her boyfriend as they arrived back home in his truck. The boyfriend saw the kitten, but my daughter did not. She wondered what he was doing as he inspected the garage (which is a free standing building not used for cars across from the house. The driveway circles around this building). He told her and she proceeded to place a small bowl of cat food inside the garage.

Monday, May 15

Monday morning my daughter noticed that the food she’d put out the night before was gone. There was definitely something in the garage. Later that afternoon, My daughter and son inspected the garage and saw the feral fuzz ball. They laid out a trail of cat food to a cat carrier. In no time, they caught the little creature. Here was her first picture. She was very timid and wanted nothing to do with us, but she was hungry. I had purchased some kitten milk on my way home from work. I placed it in a bowl and mixed in a little Strongid dewormer, having guessed her weight at 2.5 pounds and her age (by her size) somewhere between 8-10 weeks old. We have raised kittens before, all somewhat feral (2 barn kittens and one found in the middle of the road, all about 6-8 weeks of age). Our present cat was a barn kitten and is now 5 years old.

First photo May 15

We know we can’t keep her in a cat carrier so my daughter puts out a request on Facebook for a dog crate or something, anything to keep this baby safe. An aunt and uncle come to the rescue and offer a rabbit hutch. It’s about 4 square feet of space and 1.5 feet deep. Room enough for the small kitten, a bed, a  litter box, and a little place to play and eat. We place it in our porch (this room is walled and is more like a large entrance/mud room area before entering the house). We can’t bring her in yet as we have a cat and dog to consider and we don’t know if this baby is healthy. We cover the hutch with a sheet to keep the kitty calm.

New kitty day 1

Tuesday, May 16

The little feral firecracker has already wormed its way into our hearts. While the rest of us head off to work, our son (university student, who has yet to begin his summer employment) spends his day with the kitten of unknown sex or origin. He devotes most of the time getting the kitten used to being touched and hearing human voices. I text him a few times to find out how the kitten is doing and he happily reports that the baby has allowed him to touch him/her.

Allowing touch May 16

Wednesday, May 17

Both kids are home (daughter has the day off). They straighten out the porch and kitten proof it. Today they will be letting the kitten out to play. The day goes well and they have even managed to hold the little critter if only for seconds at a time. With this bit of information, I call the vet and make an appointment for Friday afternoon. By then the kitten should be able to be handled a little more easily.

By the time I get home, I am happy to have my own little play time with this sweet baby. Oh, and now we’re kind of sure it’s a girl. Kitten gender is not all that easy to determine when they are small (not all the bits are obvious at first). With the help of the internet, we are fairly certain.

(I have a great little video of me playing and petting the kitten, unfortunately, I’d have to upgrade to add it).

Thursday, May 18

The kitten is doing so well! Bailey the dog approaches the hutches on many occasions. We don’t allow her to have too much interaction. The good news is that she’s not entirely fixated on the cat and can be distracted. Our cat, Sophie, on the other hand, growls from a distance. When the kitten first saw her a couple of days ago, all she did was mew and want to get close to Sophie, but Sophie has no plans for that.

(another awesome playtime video)

Friday, May 19

It’s a long weekend for me and my work is so great, we get to leave early. I decide to take only a 1/2 hr lunch so that I can leave even earlier. We have a vet appointment to get to.

The appointment goes well and our little Miss Muffet (yes, she’s a she) is a great patient. She gets a clean bill of health and vaccines. The only surprise is her age. The vet determines (by looking at her teeth) that this little rascal is 4 to 4 1/2 months old. She is small for her age but the vet attributes that to poor nutrition. Now that she is eating a regular diet, she is bound to have a growth spurt.

When we arrive home, we move our wee one into the house. She will still sleep in her rabbit hutch at night, but during the day, she will be free to roam the family room.

Sophie the cat has her knickers in a knot, but she’ll get used to the new addition. Bailey the dog – well I think it’s puppy love.

Puppy love May 19

Saturday, May 20

Or is it Caturday? Anyway, the little one at this moment is curled up and asleep inside a small cat climber-tube-thingy. She has been playing hard in her new digs. The picture below was taken earlier this morning on a much larger climber. She posed for a second so I could snap this pic.

New Kitty - May 20

We still haven’t named her, though a list of suitable names has been created, we just have to agree upon one. But rest assured, this sweet-pea will be safe and sound in her forever home.




New Beginnings

On the way home from an oil change this morning I made the decision to re-vamp my blog. I have so much I want to say and write, the problem is what. Of course, as I sit here and write this, I wish I had recorded my ideas.

On the drive home, my thoughts were on a roll, now I struggle with what it was I was planning on writing. I must admit, however, that I’m also much braver in my thinking. In my dialogue with myself ( I tend to think out loud) I “discussed” the changes I was going to make. For example, I had this great idea to change the title of my blog site to Expressions – A Diary, Naked and Exposed, but as I updated the cover picture I chickened out. Maybe I’ll change it another time, for now, it will remain as is.

I can’t promise that I will write daily or weekly, or that everything will be super interesting and awesome. I can promise that idioms will be used with abandon. After all, that’s why I named it Expressions in the first place, sort of a play on words. 

Expressions – the process of making known one’s thoughts or feelings.  Expressions – a word or phrase, especially an idiomatic one, used to convey an idea.

Expressions – a word or phrase, especially an idiomatic one, used to convey an idea.

For those of you who read my blog – thank you. I know it has been sporadic, but here’s hoping that will change.

Now, on to the next post (I’ve got a couple in mind, and I better get them down before I forget or chicken out, or both).


Sally’s Cafe and Bookstore – New on the Shelves – Promised Soul by Sandra J. Jackson

Thank you, Sally for adding me to your bookstore!

Smorgasbord - Variety is the spice of life

I am delighted to welcome Sandra J. Jackson to the shelves of the bookstore today with her fantasy/romance novel Promised Soul.

About the book

Just as Krista’s summer plans are finalized, she is suddenly plagued by strange dreams and intense feelings of déjà vu. Feeling as though she’s losing her mind, she visits a psychic medium, only to feel more confused. When Krista arrives in England, her dreams persist, and she finds herself at the doorstep of another psychic; she needs clarity. Finally, the words she was afraid to say out loud, are spoken. Now Krista has to figure out what it all means. Promised Soul is the story of the past, the present, and the future of two souls that have been bound together by eternal and transcending love.

A selection of reviews for the book.

Thoughtful and stays with you By EJ Scott on October 8, 2016

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Not Enough Hours

I haven’t been very active with my blog in some time. I hope that will change, but honestly I don’t know how some people do it. I can’t seem to find the time to do all that I want and somehow end up doing less. 

I am writing this while sitting in a Chapters book store on my lunch break. It’s wonderful being around all these books. But it’s also overwhelming and a little frustrating. Overwhelming because I would love to buy something but can’t make up my mind on what I want to read – so I will leave empty handed. A little frustrating because I would love for something of mine to be on one of these shelves. This brings me back to my time issues.

At the moment I am working on edits for a new book due to be released as soon as I can get them back to my publisher. I work in my edits every night after work and on weekends. I have learned so much about writing that I am going over my manuscript very carefully and making changes and fixing things. It’s taking me awhile, but I am happy with it so far.

Well my time is running out and I must head back to work.

Until next time…..