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Oh My Goodness! Someone broke into the Mule Shelter here in town and stole the donation money, trashed the place and let out a bunch of the Meower's. Let's assume there are levels of Honor for criminals. What level do you suppose these jackasses are now on? Im thinkin' negative 25 billion( right down there with people who hurt children!) The Mule Shelter just did a big fund raiser in conjunction( big word Queenie)with area elementary schools, and that was the money that was stolen. Now, yes, why did it stay at the shelter, instead of going into a bank, or a Safe? I agree with ya'll who are asking that, as I did too, but more importantly, WTF kind of moron steals from Mules and Meowers? I mean, can you jest picture this plan? Dumbass #1: I am so broke. I can't work, or do anything that is worthwhile to society or to my own honor to get money, so I am trying to think of where I can steal it from... Dumbass #2: I am so broke too. I won't get a job, or deal with be...

Well, the time finally came to add a new mule to my herd. Lucy was tired of pullin' the wagon by herself, and was ready to go on strike. Little did she know I was anglln' to get a new pup! Diabolical!! Stickers is now 10 weeks old, and full of all of the mischeif and horrors that come with tiny critters. Have to admit she is not nearly as devilish as Lucy was at her age, tho, I doubt I will ever get another that is quite as horrible as she was anyway! Sheesh. So far, my panties and shoes are safe, but the rugs are soaked with "accidents" Were working on that. LOL! Still too small to pull the wagon, but she's growing fast. Mainly, and I have to admit that I am enjoying this, she is making Lucy's life miserable. Pulling, tuggin', bitting, stealing toys, and waking her up at all hours. Good Stickers! Serves Lucy right for all the horror she put Mags thru when she was small. Lucifer!! So that is the latest. Hold yer breath for more schemes and revenge! Queenie...

Did You Miss ME? Sure if you did it makes you sick in the head, but that's the beauty of readin' this crap...you get addicted! Take something fer yer other issues, but keep readin' my crap! *LOL* On to current events. I went somewhere! No, not jest outta the house into the yard. I can't even find the damn yard...so GET OFF ME! I went to another State. Shut it! I can hardly believe it myself. I hopped a whirly- jig and off I went. Only bad thing was I couldn't take the mule as she is grounded from flyin'; Something to do with a cliff, a cape and a bird that suckered her in; trust me, it wasn't pretty....so I left her at the mercy of the hubby and soared off into the blue clutchin my fear with both hands. How come my fear is always located below my waist in the back of my bus? LOL, it is! GET OFF ME! But, I digress as usual, so there I was, Queen of the Cold Cream Lagoon, hair shootin' every direction, butt slippin off my trunk and starin' at more folk...

Well the new digs are done and the mules and I loaded up and strolled out to store our crap in it. So far its been quite the adventure! Lucy had scoped the entire area includin' the neighbors roof! Crap! I went lookin' fer her and there she was...perched atop his house smellin' his chimney! It was a little unsettlin' as she really can't climb shingles worth a damn. I hollered at her but it didn't do much good. She gave me a look that said she had to deposit somethin' special onto her current digs, and I prayed the guy wouldn't look up and see her makin it. She came home at last, with a leer on her face and I must say, a lighter bounce in her step...uh oh! Dammit Luce! Well, truth be told I really don't care a'tall. I hate the neighbor anyway. But that is another story... GET OFF ME! We have survived the great flood season in our new home. 4 times! I like water, Lucy and Goldie like water, but none of us like it in the house. I had to get a bucket...

Queenie is gettin' new digs, and as a result, the mules and I are online checkin' out what kinds of stuff we can stick in the place. We are exhausted from this exercise. Now, I'm not plannin' on gettin' a ton of new stuff, but I want good stuff to park my fat chocolate filled ass on, so the few pieces I do get, I want to last. My brother tells me that my style is Victorian Bordello. This means that I like tacky, shiny shit, that is comfortable, used, and mostly found at Garage Sales and Flea Markets. Brass, Copper, reds, Gilt and anything overstuffed or feminine, I am all for. GET OFF ME! Just think...copper pots, gilded Gold chairs, Mirrors, velvet curtains, Red and Rusted Rugs, fringe, woods that flow like mountain streams, crap covering every wall in sight, and teapots on shelves from the bedroom to the office! Potpourri scattered all over the place, Candles flickering with warm light, lucy's whiskers on fire( Damn Mule!) and the Hubby screamin' in abject...

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The older I get, the more I am forced to bite my tongue( which, ya'll know is nearly impossible for me, as shuttin' up is not a function my mouth subscribes too..) with my friends. Now,first. I have an amazingly eclectic bunch of friends, well ok, it's a menagerie, and I love each one of them. Hence, why I bite my tongue. We all started out friends when we were in our early twenties( which means we each knew zilch about life, love, politics and being fat! LOL!) and we bonded in our arrogance and desperation to have someone, anyone else affirm we were right and the rest of the world was utterly wrong. Now of course, I am no where near the same person, and my ideals, beliefs and tolerance( of which I had little then, except for mules and those of their ilk) have undergone demolishing, reworking, and ultimately, reconstruction. A hard fact of life, and one my Parents tried( bless them, to no avail) to teach me growing up was that the people I cherished then, were not going to ...