Yellow Rose's Garden

The assassination of Bhutto in Pakistan, Time Warner wising up and not sticking digital locks on their downloaded music, and the tiger that escaped her enclosure; she killed one and mauled two.

The only thing I'm going to comment on there is the tiger.  I am in no way intending to diminish the loss of life or the wounds the young men received. Those are horrendous. What bothers me that one of the wounded kids felt the need to lie about the whereabouts of the young man that died before the incident at the zoo. Supposedly,  they were in the zoo after closing time. While I'm sure that a large zoo deals with stragglers not leaving by closing time that coupled with the lies to the parents leads me to believe that some sort of mischief was afoot.  

When I first read the article, I wondered why those three and no one else. Seemed odd to me that a tigress would kill one person and specifically track down two others in a zoo that was full of people. Then I read the part about it being after closing and said hmm... possible planned mischief.

I read the comments posted on the article AOL published and was amazed to see that someone actually asked the question, "Why was there no water in the moat in the tiger enclosure? What's the point of a dry moat?" I thought.. now, there's someone that's either ignorant of the behavior of large cats or they are stupid! I looked at my kid and said, "Why's the moat dry?" He said... " Because tigers can swim."  However, my son is the one who has been asked the hypothetical question about a zombie attack on our town and knows the best places to go to survive.
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My desk is in a state of what some might call organized clutter.  Craft things tossed about in various stages of completion are on and behind my workstation. I have several sets of drawers and a small old desk that holds things as well. I keep saying "one of these days." Let me tell you, people, one of these days is going to be very busy!!

I have discovered that if I set up my needlework and play a bit of mood music that it does encourage my writing to flow a bit. Two of my characters have been poking at my muse and saying.. "Wake up and get moving!" I have ideas for them that need to be sorted into coherent sentences rather than disjointed ideas. A third is strangely silent, but that's a more subject (rant?) for the BF Board at ME.

Kevin and I stopped at Wal-mart, but only grabbed a couple things as he wasn't feeling well. I still need to get gift cards for Tyler and Logan. I think cash for the older two. Aaron's birthday isn't until next month.

I need to call to request an increase in my CC limit so I can make sure we are covered for buying tickets and renting a car while in GA.

Need to edit pictures for posting.

More later!

Started at 3:30 AM
Still sick but slightly improved. Still hacking up crap. Now along with my head, my mouth hurts. :/

Attention span of flea or something.. Then again I should be cleaning up my house and end up coughing like a maniac

I have a few story ideas rolling in my head. They should go on the ME board, but I'm not sure, yet. I need to get my act together on the story for Rhi, but Collie's is almost ready to pop. The more I listen to certain music, the more images I see. 

8:04 PM

As for ME, I wish someone would just post, "the good guys go in, pummel the Redcaps, Dimitri ends up dead as do a few others, someone offs the big bad guy, the rest are left to go home, bury the dead, and put the pieces of their lives back together as best they can." I mean, we already know that not only does Irina not get the revenge she came for, but ends up looking like a blithering idiot when Dimitri ends up dead. Irony... avenging one mate costs another. Some of the party is probably going to end up with their thumbs up their asses because these are WW Redcaps not traditional ones, so other than the OCD need to finish it and see it done, what's the point? Lesson learned there, never date anything in a group scenario, otherwise the outcome is already known and in most cases acted upon.

My horoscopes over the weekend: "If verbal communication doesn't suffice, CATHY, look to the written word for effective expression. The spoken word can be far easier to misunderstand or to come out wrong. They can get caught in your throat and leave you at critical times. Writing however gives voice to your thoughts without pressure or interaction. It's a clear path to speaking your mind when you're ready. There's time to think before saying. Try this - you'll be surprised at how effective it is."

And:
"Your dreams are more than just random firings of the brain, CATHY. They can indicate unresolved issues, stresses, deep desires, and lost memories. Further, they can prove instrumental to understanding yourself and even in solving problems. Many advocate keeping a 'dream journal' given the power within your subconscious and all that can be learned from it. Consider examining your dreams of late. Analyze them to see if there is something you need to recognize."

So, here's a little written communication.

What do you do when you've laid all your cards on the table and don't get adequate replies/rebuttles to your questions/comments/demands? Do you press harder, because it means a lot, or say screw it and just let go of whatever it was that meant so much to you because you are tired of feeling ignored and are tired of not being worth a fight as the saying goes? I mean really... if I am not worth an effort on someone's part, what's the point in trying? Discuss.

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Other than being sick and needing to clean house, life at home's been good. Kevin bought me the last book in Series of Unfortunate Events!!!

I need to get up by 9:30 to get Liz at the airport. Gah... I can still get like 5 hours sleep

Added a few pieces to The Great Redcap Hunt. Nothing major, mostly to get myself back on track before company arrives. Writing Diana is getting easier. Somehow, it's appropriate what the character has evolved into considering that that Diana is the goddess of the hunt.

Was hoping to get another piece up for Rhi but my brain just isn't cooperating on it at the moment. Writing events leading up to this birth is almost as befuddling as some actual births are. Maybe befuddling is the wrong word. I seem to be having translation from brain to finger issues. I see this picture in my head and can't quite get it into words. It's like something else is trying fly past it. I still have a couple of stories that need work. Maybe they are trying to bull their way out.

Anyway... winds rising outside, tornado watch in effect. Going to dreamland. Night night.