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Order – Disordered


I was planning on doing more movie reviews this afternoon, but when the wife found out what the movies were she gave me “The look.” This is her trade mark expression whenever she believes I have done something wrong. Her eyes become narrow slits; all you can see is the bright green line of her cornea as her eyebrows crunch down over her brow. Occasionally she will do either the thin flat lipped scowl, or just settle for the jaw dropping expression that says basically, “What the F___ were you thinking?”

Fortunately, I do not get this a lot; in fact this was the first time in at least a month since this look crossed her lovely face. But I got the message loud and clear – the movies, “Gulliver’s Travels” with Jack Black and “The Killer,” with Chow Yun Fat made in 1989, went back to Netflix unopened, and unwatched. Instead this weekend, between cleaning the house, getting rid of the jungle that has spread across our back yard – my wife calls herself the Queen of Thistles because we get so many and they always come back bigger – and suffering through countless hours of news that my mom likes to watch. (Why is that old people – over 80 – like to watch the news so much? I care about what is happening in the world, but I can only take it in small increments no bigger than 90 minutes.) We caught up on the shows we missed for the past two weeks. The Closer, Rissole & Isles, Warehouse 13, The Glades, Memphis Beat, Falling Skies, Alphas, Burn Notice, In Plain Sight, White Collar, and Royal Pains. All of these shows can keep my attention for a little while, until I can see what’s coming before it happens. I pay more attention to the Sci-Fi than anything else except for The Closer and Rissole & Isles.

Warehouse 13 is very enjoyable – some of the stories they come up with about these artifacts are very interesting and will keep you guessing. But when I saw Jerri Ryan get stung by an Egyptian Golden beetle I really expected her to turn into a Borg. Sorry – that is typecasting.

Alphas is okay, a nice fresh look at super powers or are they more like mutants. It is hard to tell but it hasn’t lost me yet.

Falling Skies is keeping my brain moving, which TV shows should do. With the type of race indentified last week as the ones in charge of the Skitters I’m thinking maybe they were originally humanoid. As a side note – I know the season finale was last night, I haven’t watched it yet – with our schedule it will take a couple of days to watch both hours. (A season finale already? Wow.)

Memphis Beat I can do without only because I always see the guy from My Name is Earl and when it comes to situation comedies you better make me laugh in ten minutes or I turn you off for good – that didn’t make the cut.

The rest keep my interest, fresh takes on old themes, and only the occasional story that has run ground so many times. But I understand that when it comes to writing TV mysteries the hardest part is not making it seem so familiar and trying to think of different ways to kill people that haven’t been done before is damn hard.

Between the breaks, early morning rising for early hours, and sometimes when I get home before 1pm, I watch Netflix Instant play, since when they raise their price in September I will be canceling at least that part. I have been watching Star Trek: Enterprise, if I can convince my mom that she has watched enough news. Surprisingly enough she likes it. She says it is a lot more entertaining than the news and I agree. I’m closing in on the last few episodes of Season 3 now, the only season I do not have of any Star Trek series. The acting keeps improving from season to season, and the stories are all beginning to tie in with each other – but there is so much time travel in this four season pre Star Trek: TOS even I am getting confused. I do like the fact that the ships in this are totally CGI – I think all the effects from space are CGI also, I may be mistaken. And what I really like is the fact that they digitally re-mastered the original series to have the same look, CGI planets, ships and everything they could without destroying the feel of the series. Of course they did this right before I got my hands on the original series and – NetFlix Instant play (or whatever it is called) doesn’t have the CGI versions. Bummer.

Since my mom has been living with us for a little over a month it has made life rather interesting, and somewhat strained. But nothing I can’t handle. (I blame my medication for my easy going attitude.) She does embarrass me occasionally, like when we went to an apartment complex, which she knew was an apartment complex, and asked if they provide meals or transportation. “Okay, uh no they don’t, this is not assisted living mom.”

I checked those out too, I don’t understand why some are so expensive. One place wanted $2400.00 a month, true they were all-inclusive, three meals a day, activities, runs to hospitals and doctor offices and even onsite pharmacies, but do they have to take all their money?

But we are getting closer to a solution, and hopefully in a month things may be back to normal.

I hope I didn’t just jinx myself.

Oh yes, must express my condolences for the loss of my step daughters cat, Sushi. She went Sunday to the big scratching post in the sky. Bye Sushie – may cat heaven fit you well.

My life in a Zoo


I met my wife a little over 9 years ago. She told me she had a couple of dogs. I think it was a little bit more than a couple. The first day I actually visited her house I rang the doorbell to the sound of what I thought were an army of dogs.

I didn’t meet them right away, we watched some DVD’s on her ex-husbands big screen TV with his super expensive DVD player. Then I met the dogs: one very calm and polite Airedale, two watchful Komondors, one male, and one female about 5 years old, their showing days over, they were now retired. She also had one Komondor that was about two years old, her showing days had just begun.

About a week after she tossed her ex to the curb, the older Komondors decided to have a little unauthorized fun. The heavy breathing woke her up, but she didn’t want to deal with it. I don’t blame her. The outcome was nine puppies. Yes, she had a total of 13 dogs!
My mind was saying “Run!” My heart wasn’t. I stayed, married her eventually. Attended her dog shows for a while and a little ways down the road of life; we managed to sell off or give away the nine puppies and the youngest of the pack. We were left with three. Now three dogs I can handle!

Soon after we settled down and stopped showing, a cat followed the daughter home (yeah, right!). We decide to keep it, even if the Airedale was known for catching cats, it stayed in her room.

A couple years down the road, the Airedale died of cancer, a very sad time for all; she was a Champion and always well behaved. We were now happy with two, it was easy – except for when the female went into heat and we had to separate them. She could have taken care of that, but both dogs were approaching old age now. She didn’t want to risk it.

Four years ago, the female started slowing down, and we decided to get one more dog. I choose this time, a Whippet. Known for their speed and prey drive these dogs were awesome racers, and that is a main reason why we got them. I wanted to race them.

( Meeme, Razzie, Billie)

Now we had three Whippets, one cat, and two Komondors. When the female Kom began to pass, we helped her along, it was a hard decision, but it was time. She went quietly – just the sobs of the family ringing through the Vets office.
About a month later, she was ready to get another one. Maybe a little one this time, a lap dog that she could cuddle up with when I worked second or third shift. After some research, and a lot of looking, she found a breeder of Italian Greyhounds. We went there one night to buy one. We walked away with two – a brother and sister.

The male Komondor, Bully, is still with us, he is getting old, 77 in human years, and has a little trouble standing and going up the steps and holding his bladder – but he is happy, even when the Iggies pay a little too much attention to him. All three whippets are getting along fine, except when the female is in season. I hope this is the last year that we have to separate them when they go outside, it is a pain.

Our ferret count totaled out at 7 eventually and the daughter added 2 rats to her collection. The rats and cat still share the same room – the rats in a cage where the cat just stares at them. The ferrets were old when we first got them, now there are three left. A young one she adopted off of a friend that didn’t want it and two old ones. They are hanging in there.

A basket full of ferrets!

The dominate Whippet male, Billie, has picked up a good habit from the ancient Komondor – he is our guard whippet and will bark every time the bell rings, even if it is the TV. We don’t race them as much as we use to, only because they seem to be out of state and further than we can afford to travel – but they get their exercise.
Me? Well I am a survivor – between letting them outside a few times a day, we manage to keep the messes down. They behave for the most part. Besides feeling like the underpaid kennel help sometimes, life isn’t too bad.


Razzie is wearing number 5
Billie is right beside him in blue