Story By Pictures

The Interloper, aka Barnsey

The Muscle, the Bouncer, aka Emma


You wanna piece of me? Well, do you?

Its go time!

That was a warning, bub.

A Found Picture

I was digging around on my "my pictures" program this evening when I found this picture. Its a picture of my father and my two cats (Woody, on the left, and Emma, on the right). I haven't the foggiest idea what they are looking at, or why my father is smiling. Its seems to be have taken in the fall, or winter. Either way, it is a snapshot that really captures him and his general outlook on life. I just thought I'd share it. In its own way it is a beautiful picture.

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If there is one thing that really makes Emma, my little white cat, metaphysically scrath her head, it is this: watering plants. She's a smart cat, really, almost too smart for her own good. Sometimes, if I watch her close I can almost see her little feline wheels a-turnin as she figures and postulates a new problem. She has yet to crack the whole watering-the-plants-thing. She just doesn't get it. She usually has the look of "hey, I can drink that!" as I pour a half-comsume bottle of water into the plant on my desk. Its a green, leafy thing. I think I've heard it referred to a "wandering Jew," I don't know if that's the proper term, but I guess that'll do for a name. Anyhow, I just watered the said Wandering Jew plant and Emma, who was reclining quietly on my desk, promptly walked (with purpose) over to the plant and watched as all the water slowly soaked into the potting soil. All the while her ears perked and her eyes wide. She looked at me and gave me a look that said "why did you waste that water?" I don't deprive her of water, really I don't.

I had sent a resume and application to Moline, IL, for a librarian position I saw listed on lisjobs a few weeks back. I got a letter in the mail today, its the typical "thanks, but no thanks letter" I've been getting lately. Its okay. I'll be a bookpimp for a while longer.

Speaking of jobs, I went to a cattle call job fair yesterday. Mainly just to see what one was like. I stayed for about a half an hour. Mainly, the exhibitors were "colleges" that had training programs for various jobs. I will say this, though, my idea of "dressing for success" and some of the other folks idea of same are two entirely different things.

Emma Chases Me

This morning, after I got myself motivated to get out of bed, eat breakfast (while watching my daily helping of SportsCenter on ESPN), and get dressed, my father and I went to SamsClub the second cousin to the evil empire known as Walmart. We had to get some bulk items: cat litter, water softner salt, bottled water (yes, the irony is not lost on me there). I put it all in the trunk and drove home.

When we got home Emma, the Princess, was sitting in the window like she owned the place, which, I guess to a certain degree she does. She watching the traffic and the dogs across the street. When we pulled in she got a excited and sat up straight. I had to make a couple of trips from house to car to get everything in the house. Emma ran from window to window to watch me. All the windows were open so I could hear her thump down on the floor and race to the next window and then she'd wait by the door as I brought everything in and then back she'd go as I walked back to the car.

I don't know why, but it was just kind of funny.