Sunday, August 1, 2010
...for a little change. I have really enjoyed this blog, but as you can see I haven't been very attentive lately. After consideration I think I am ready for a little change in a slightly different direction. Please join me as I start of this new year (today is my birthday) by moving my blogging to here. I'm planning on being more active there and sharing just a little of what I find beautiful, intriguing and sometimes thought provoking and of course the occasional creepy. Thanks everybody for your support while I was searching for a little "serenity now".
Posted by Prairie Gothic at 9:52 AM
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
This is my cat. Poor old thing got stuck with the name, "Brown Tail". It started when a woman saw him and said, "What's his name? Brown tail?". Too bad really, I always have the best intentions of naming my pets something cool and witty, but that seldom ever happens. And as my granny always said, "the road to hell is paved with good intentions."
I was delivering flowers at a veterinary office one day 9 years ago, while there I saw this great old white cat with the prettiest blue crossed eyes. They were looking for a home for him, someone had left him for boarding and not returned. He was full grown then and not a young cat at all. Since I've had him, he's been great. Sometimes, a little persistent and annoying, but who calls that a fault? Today we had to have him put to sleep. You know, he was a survivor of this summer's horrible "bobcat virus". I mean he didn't survive it but he was the only cat to avoid it. But as will happen due to his advancing age, his health had been declining. The past few months he'd been living on a diet of cooked ground turkey and chicken livers, something he loved. Anyway, I'm going to miss him.
Posted by Prairie Gothic at 1:18 PM
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
I spent last night fighting marauding owls. Guess they've been hunting my chicken yard for a while, but my crime scene forensic skills weren't up to discovering what was really going on. I hear them hooting away every night, but had always assumed they were out making a legitimate living. Not preying on my fat happy hens. But last night I caught one red handed or red 'taloned' if you will. I have some very serious news for this latest varmint. It's a very dire thing indeed to find your self at the top of the list for chicken killers, the list of things keeping me awake at night, and the list of taxidermied (is that a word?) things I'd like to own.
Posted by Prairie Gothic at 10:37 AM
Monday, January 11, 2010
I thought I would start this decade with a resolution more obtainable. Like learning to drink whiskey. From demon cups. On second thought I don't remember ever having a good experience with whiskey. Maybe I'll just resolve to drink diet rootbeer from demon cups, that I can do. To get Beelzebub, Behemoth, Belphegor,and Asmodeus go to: Drink with the Living Dead.
Posted by Prairie Gothic at 1:55 PM
Thursday, December 31, 2009
It does seem that I only post on my blog once in a blue moon. But tonight's moon really is a blue moon, that is, the second full moon in a month. And of course a blue moon occurring on New Year's Eve is even more special and rare. So as we stand on the cusp of a New Year under a blue moon, I raise my glass to you all. Let's take this year and enjoy what we love and hold dear and endeavor to cherish each day and each occasion to the very fullest. Chin, chin!
Posted by Prairie Gothic at 2:59 PM