COMPLAINING WITH CATHY............

.........although I think 'Bitchin' with Cathy' works really well too. And my family would also tell you that 'Bitchy Cathy' is unfortunately a very real phenomenon.

Perhaps some of you may remember a past post where I described my loathing for crows: Little_Black_Bombs and my announcement via my Christmas letter of organizing S.C.A.T. - - - Send Crows Away Totally.

I now have another issue regarding nature: ANTS. Those scurrying zig-zagging, darting black army of dots. Yeah, they have a certain cuteness factor, and yeah, they are relatively harmless but the same thing can be said for Alvin and the Chipmunks and I want to stomp them into submission ............ or at least make them mute. (And no, this is definitely NOT a politically correct blog).

My yard seems to be the number one travel destination of ants. They are everywhere. Marching up the apple tree's trunk, blanketing the ivy, setting up perimeters along the sidewalks. And while my research indicates that they are generally harmless they do engage in a complex and fascinating relationship with aphids.* The aphids suck the sap out of various plants and I despise anything that aids them in this behaviour.

The ants have now advanced on one of my fuchsia hanging baskets. These baskets are quite beautiful and very full and the branches are really quite long. So long in fact that some of the flowers reach down past the porch rail. The ants have taken this as an invitation to organize themselves to climb up the porch post, along the rails, and onto my plant.

This is war.

My weapons of mass destruction?

Liquid ant poison, powder ant poison, ant traps, and ant spikes.

Those malevolent little black scuttling commas seem to barely make a retreat before they are back stronger and mightier than before.

If only crows had a penchant for devouring ants..........................

*Relationship_between_ants_and_aphids

Food for the Ears

My taste in music is eclectic: I have Bobby Darren, Eminem, and Vivaldi all on one CD.

However just wanted to share a fairly new radio station with you: 104.9
Their tag line is: Greatest Hits of All Time.
Click here to check it out!

I wouldn't listen to it as a steady diet but really really enjoy now and then. Check it out....especially if you like the music from the '60's and '70's.

??????????????

Okay, the one and only person beside myself, who participated in my last poll, is driving me crazy (well, crazier). Okay; if you don't get your news from the paper, the radio, the tv, or the internet, where the hell are you getting it from????
'Cause Gertie at the grocery store ain't always the best source and the rambling mumbling guy on the corner with the sign saying 'The End is Near' isn't anywhere close to a Tony Parsons or Bill Good.
Or maybe you are just messing with me???? Pulling my leg? Yanking my chain?

No matter. I am just so grateful and delighted that someone, anyone, actually participated in the poll that I am happy. Mystified but happy.

A Tale of Two Hot Air Balloons

I think I may have hit upon a fitting punishment for Mulroney and the whole Schreiber affair: place him in Conrad Black's cell and force them to endure each other's presence for the next 18 months.

Two birds. One stone. Unlimited hot air.

Kyle is my #1 son

I'd just like to inform the world that Kyle, my first born son, is my #1 son. I should get him a mug that says #1 Son. His calm and gentle nature make him always a treat to have over. He has the poise of Barak Obama, gentleness of the Dali Lama, righteousness of Clark Kent and virtue of Gandhi. I am gracious of his presence, and willingly and thankfully, offer any morsels of food, whether opened, canned, frozen or left over, as well as any books, or other miscellaneous items that I no-doubt will never use again. I would be honoured if he were to grace my attic with his presence and help himself to any object that he may desire.

Also, if there are any meat items in my freezer - especially sasuages - I invite him to cook them still frozen at his will.