This poem is a true story about a cat I owned as a teenager, long before I learned I was extremely allergic to cats. I wrote it quite a while ago. It still tenses my heart as I think about Sam Spade, my black cat who I loved so dearly.
He was just a playful kitten As happy as could be He was black and shunned By his mama and the other three
I saw him in that litter Knowing he'd become the runt A tiny little scrawny thing Tan siblings gave the brunt
I picked him up and held him close This teenager was I I knew he'd have a lot to give If only he would try
His tears, they fell on deafened ears
As babies all were bought I held this baby in my arms True love is what he sought
I took him home for nothing No charge was asked of me This little blackened kitten Was given away for free
He wasn't worth a price to pay For those who knew their stuff He was just a worthless give away His own mama was even rough
I took him home and cared for him He loved me like no other He met me at the bus stop Where he hissed at my brother
He walked home on my shoulder Daring all who looked my way This big black cat now Scared everyone each day
In the end he had been murdered Halloween the night they chose Black cats deserved true torture For causing so many woes
I found him buried deep Within a box in my garage Poison was the culprit With not a soul to charge
He was black and singled out From the day he started life Opinions formed about him That always caused him strife
But I knew he was more than words I took the time to know The heart inside this cast out cat I let his feelings grow
He offered love, protection too He was a perfect friend Murdered for his differences That he could not defend
I dug up a few old pictures from 1982 to share with you today. I took pictures of them with my phone. Technology sure has changed! None-the-less, this is Sam Spade back in the day, and he was quite a wonderful cat to have too!
Best of the day to you all! Thanks so much for visiting, commenting on and sharing my post today.
Rockhopper penguins are small, feisty little birds, weighing approximately six pounds and growing less than two feet tall. They have large tufts of feathers positioned between their eyes, on top of their heads that look like a big, bushy eyebrows. Their tiny red eyes are highlighted by a thin yellow stripe of feathers situated above them, on either side of their head.
Rockhopper penguins got their name because of the way they hop around on land. Using both feet, they jump up and down from the base of their rocky habitats, all the way up a mountainous series of rocky steps, to the tops of steep cliffs overlooking the ocean in the southern hemisphere. During this process, they bend their heads down to measure each step with their orangey-red beaks, creating a swift motion where their heads bend down and swoop up, as they strategically hop up each step to reach the colony grounds.
Rockhopper penguins have migrated to the same rock cliff nesting areas for centuries. During their life cycle, they usually mate monogamously, living half of their days on land and the other half in the sea. Mating and nesting takes place on land from October through March, while migration and swimming occurs in the ocean from March through October.
Rockhopper penguins carefully prepare their nests with great care, weaving grass, twigs and other materials to build a suitable environment for their eggs. Nests are built in the rocky crevices of cliffs within their colony. Females lay two eggs; one is usually eaten by predators, leaving the other an optimal chance of hatching. Males and females both care for their young. While the father or mother watches the baby, the other gathers fish from the ocean to feed their chick. Parents regurgitate food into their chick’s mouth during feeding times.
Chicks stay in their land colonies for approximately one year. They incubate, hatch, become fledglings, molt and finally make their way to the sea, where they will eventually mate and return to the rocky cliffs, nesting in their turn. During this time, parent rockhoppers train their chicks, often testing their abilities to hop before allowing them to feed. When baby rockhopper penguins molt, new feathers push out the downy baby feathers, and replace them with adult feathers. This prevents the birds from getting cold during the process of losing their first feathers.
The oceanic cycle for rockhopper penguins begins at the end of molting season. Colonies make their way to the sea, hopping down the steep cliffs of their land colonies. In the ocean, they use their wings like flippers, diving in and out of waves, bobbing up and down in short hopping motions, as they journey to their feeding grounds. Their diet consists mainly of lantern fish, small crustaceans – primarily krill and squid.
Rockhopper penguins are very noisy birds. Like other penguins, they cannot fly. Consequently, one of the ways they protect themselves and their young is by aggressively chattering at predators and other penguins. Their strutting, pecking and fast-paced jumping, as well as other quick and jerky body movements quickly communicate an attitude of warning or welcoming those who come near them, as the need arises.
Thanks so much for visiting, commenting on and sharing my post today. Penguins are pretty cool little animals, which is why it’s so much fun learning more about them.
It starts out innocently enough. You sign up to get a Facebook account so you can keep in touch with distant relatives and a few friends. One chat turns to two, and then three. All too soon you learn how to turn off the chat so you can play a few games without being interrupted. You're hooked. There's no escaping it as you meet and greet new people building farms and fighting the Mafia. Then the hearts, smiles and hugs get passed around, and before you know what happened, you can't wake up in the morning without checking your email before getting your first cup of coffee. It's contagious, and you've caught the fever.
Facebook addiction should have you running for your life, but only after seeing what everyone else is up to for the day, and letting them know you won't be on for at least a week. Yea, right! Who are you kidding? You're as addicted to Facebook as everyone else. You just have one more status report to write, one more game to play, and one more link to post. Then you can take a real break from Facebook, and stare at the coffee pot, shaking from withdrawal, wondering how you're going to work at your computer and beat all those temptations that are interfering with your job anyway.
It's even worse when you need to do some research on the internet. There it is at the top of your screen, that little box that's only a click away. Quick! Switch gears and check your email before it's too late! Gotcha! Your inbox is filled with Facebook messages, replies to posts you've made or commented on, friends accepting your invitation from a few weeks or months ago, and friend requests from people who should definitely be on your inside circle for better networking capabilities. What are you going to do now?
Good move, as you calmly get up to stretch your legs and use the bathroom. It's probably time for a little snack too. Hey, that's a great idea! Why don't you call your mom who you haven't seen in a few weeks because of your all too busy schedule, and drive thirty miles across town to have lunch with her? You can catch up on all the latest family news without ever signing into Facebook and enjoy a relaxing drive too.
As you greet your mom for the first time in weeks, she tells you she has a surprise for you. She brings you back to your old room that she's converted into an office and says, "I followed your advice and stayed anonymous. But I need you to help me figure out how to add you as a friend on my new Facebook account, and since you're already here, now is as good a time as any. Don't you think?"
Happy Thursday Everyone! Thanks for visiting, commenting and sharing my post today!
Is it me, or do these large eggs look really small?
I figured 9 eggs would be enough to make my crustless quiche. I put them in my storage container and added a little whipping cream - just a couple of tablespoons + a little salt and pepper. Then I sealed the lid and shook the heck out of them until they were scrambled.
I’m careful to crack each egg in a cup and add them to my storage container one at a time. This makes it easier to remove any small shell fragments, should they get in with the egg.
Then I used some non-stick GMO free cooking spray for the bottom of my baking dish and poured the mixture in…
Definitely NOT 9 large eggs with whipping cream! I can remember when 6 - 8 would fill the dish.
In goes the cheese - I used brie and cheddar. I also added a couple dollops of a green onion cheeseball I had on hand.
Top with some meat - I used thinly sliced black pepper turkey lunchmeat.
Not even halfway up the baking dish - I mixed up 3 more eggs with a dash of whipping cream and poured it on top.
Bake at 375 degrees Fahrenheit for 35 - 40 minutes, until firm and a knife comes out clean.
This is my own original recipe, something I came up with because I had a few ingredients I needed to use up before they expired or went bad. You can probably use whatever kind of cheese and meat you want. I won’t guarantee how it will turn out. I’ll simply tell you my Gluten Free Crustless Cheese Quiche turned out divine.
And get this, I figured out how to make a video slideshow for this recipe this afternoon too! I even added some music to the background, so don't forget to turn up your speakers.
Thanks so much for stopping by. I hope you enjoy this recipe as much as I do.
I think what irritated me most this past week was searching for free books on world hunger and malnutrition. There are plenty of books alright. However, finding them for free wasn’t exactly in the cards. I get that publishers and authors want to make a profit. I’m just not sure doing it on the backs of starving people is the way to go.
There are plenty of causes, charities and philanthropic opportunities to do whatever it is we need and want to do, so that we can help those in need and relieve the negative plight of those less fortunate than us. There are also lots of scammers willing to portray themselves as such, tugging at our emotions and profiting from our willingness and desire to help those in need.
The Bible says, “Don’t let the left hand know what the right hand is doing,” or something close to that. When you give, do it in secret, not to win awards, toot your horn or make yourself famous. Taking care of those without basic essentials is our responsibility and privilege. It is their right to be taken care of, and we owe it to the human race to do our part in taking care of them.
Not everyone is trying to take advantage of others. I couldn’t be cynical enough to believe that if I tried. I am intelligent enough however, to recognize that some people and organizations make far more profit from their efforts than the people they claim to help and serve. All I ask is that we all perform our due diligence, light the lamp as it were and know our efforts are truly fulfilling our intentions.
People are hungry. You don’t need to buy a $30 book to read about it. There are other, free resources available to give you the information you need. There is an abundance of food banks waiting for your non-perishable contribution. There are people in the streets, begging for a meal or some loose change.
A word of caution about that last one. Not all beggars in the streets are starving. Some make a very nice non-taxable living and are part of organized groups. They play the part, putting a nasty blemish on those truly in need. I’ve seen some of these people changing shifts in Tucson, Arizona. It’s scandalous and wrong, turning many off from donating to those truly in need. That’s why it’s so important to do your research. We all can and should help. We simply need to be sure we’re actually helping those in need, instead of contributing to scam artists making a profit off the misfortune of others.
Thank you for visiting, commenting on and sharing FlashTyme today. This post is part of the 2nd Annual Holiday Food Drive, taking place today through Saturday, everywhere online. You’re invited and encouraged to join us. Together, we can make a difference!
It is a gift from my kids - either Mother’s Day or my birthday this past year, I forget which. The bloom was positively gorgeous, until it withered and died.
For months I stared at that long stem, noting that the leaves were still very green and healthy, so I knew I hadn’t killed the poor darling. I kept watering it, hoping it would bud and bloom again. Much to my dismay, nothing - just a long stem with tiny brown spots where buds and flowers used to be.
There simply had to be a way…so I youtubed it and watched quite a few videos on how to grow orchids. I also read articles from reputable gardening sites. Each said to snip it at the first nodule. I was fearful, but one day I decided it might be worth it to just go ahead and cut the darn thing.
With my scissors at the ready, I rewatched a couple of youtube videos, making sure to do exactly what they said and demonstrated. That was several weeks (possibly 2+ months ago).
Today I’m sharing the new bud that has finally appeared and promises to grow more orchid blooms. Isn’t it lovely?
The rocks are shiny, slippery and beautiful. The trail well traveled by people from all around the globe. A geological masterpiece, believed to be “the largest natural travertine bridge in the world.”
All I know is the hike is grueling, but well worth the effort and pain that follows. From the Phoenix area, it takes approximately two hours to reach Tonto Natural Bridge State Park, located a few miles north of Payson in Eastern Arizona.
There are a few trails to choose from, each leading to a scenic view for those who don’t want to hike down into the canyon and under the bridge. There are also grates in some of the bridge trails, so you can see through to the bottom of the canyon.
It’s slick and a little intimidating at parts, but I wouldn’t miss this adventure for anything. Zigzagging across the river and rocks, doing what I like to call low impact rock climbing - we’re not scaling tall rock cliffs, but we do move up and down from one rock and boulder to the other, to make our way through the canyon and out the other side after following the trail to the bottom. Once you’re on the other side of the bridge, it’s time to hike back up to the top.There’s no way out, but up.
Bring water bottles in a backpack if you go. Leave the pets at home if you want to hike under the bridge. Costs is $5 p/person to get in. There’s plenty of parking. Park hours are 8 a.m. to 6 p.m Memorial Day through Labor Day. Hours are 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. the rest of the year. The park is closed on Christmas. Call 928-476-4202 for more information. I hope I’ve tempted you to go. This place is amazingly awesome!