Category Archives: Animals

Poor Mojo!

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Poor Mojo!

People who hate cats, will come back as mice in their next life. Faith Resnick

Poor Mojo has got some sort of weird thing going on by his tail and won’t stop licky lickying it, so unfortunately I was forced to make a “satellite” dish for his head to keep him from licking it so that it can heal. He’s not very happy with me, as you can see in the picture.

Mojo Satelite

Sorry buddy, it’s your comfort or healing up and sorry, healing up won! I am so glad I got my camera fixed with the good old Fonz trick. That’s right, gave it a couple of good smacks!!!! Here are pictures I took today of Mike and I, this is my favorite suede chapeau and Mike needs to shave, LOL:)

Jaz Suede hatMike need a shave Other than that we are having a great day. Mike got his dental work done today and my boots will be here by Wednesday or Thursday!!!! Yay. On that note I leave you with Al Stewart!

Aaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy….

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Aaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy….

If builders built buildings the way programmers wrote programs, then the first woodpecker that came along would destroy civilization. Murphy’s Law

My camera has been acting up so I pulled a Fonzie on it! That’s right, I banged it against the table a couple of times and it seemed to straighten out whatever issue the dam thing was having. I just had to take a couple of pictures of Mojo to test drive it and here’s what I came up with.

It’s a good morning and I am seriously considering crawling back into bed myself! With that I leave you with a song from The Fonz’s era…..

 

Cat on the Prowl….

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You can’t own a cat. The best you can do is be partners. - Sir Harry Swanson

I’m sad today. My bed was lonely last night because Mojo came in just long enough to eat some dinner and then he was off and running, prowling the full moonlit night in the chilly November evening. Since Mojo moved in with us I have gotten used to his presence, and my Rosebud doesn’t seem to mind him at all. She always greets him with a couple of little kisses and sniffs. He’s used to being outside, but I can’t help but worry about him. He’s such a  friendly little bugger and he loves to talk and give hugs and kisses, he’s by far the strangest cat I have ever met. Come home Mojo, I miss you :(

Happy Day!

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Happy Day!

A table, a chair, a bowl of fruit and a violin; what else does a man need to be happy? Albert Einstein 

I am happily exhausted. I am up after only a few hours sleep after last nights gig. I am happier with this new line-up of musicians that we have hired on than I have been in the longest time! To read more about the jam last night go to my EZ Street A Day in the Life blog. Life is very good. My poor Mojo still has a little cold, but he’s a happy cat. He has a home  food and milk and a dog that likes to sniff him, what more could he ask for? My brother is ok after hitting that cow. He’s a little bruised, but he did the smartest thing. When he saw the cow he didn’t even try to swerve, he knew it was far too late so he braced himself and hit it straight on. I know it’s terrible and I feel so bad for the cow. What angers me about this whole damnable thing is that my brother could have been killed and all because these damn ranchers are allowed to let their cattle free range. It’s dangerous and they should be required to put up fencing! Not only that but they can sue the person who hit the cow! What kind of BS assbackwards crap is that. Anyway, I am just ever so grateful he is alive. Life is good!

 

I’m Too Sexy!

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I’m Too Sexy!

“Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place.” –Billy Crystal

Here’s Mojo being all sexy, LOL! I don’t have much today because I have to load equipment and unfortunately my brother had an accident and totalled his truck so I have to run to Mountain Home to drop off the keys to his rig that got towed. He is really lucky, he could very well have died. He hit a cow that an idiot rancher allows to free range and the sad thing is is that he is probably going to get sued for the value of said cow! Idaho has seriously got to rethink the fn laws regarding these idiot ranchers that allow their cows to free range!

Mojo’s Ears

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Mojo’s Ears

I ain’t the same person I was when I bit that guy’s ear off. Mike Tyson 

My poor baby Mojo. If you have been reading my blog then you know we adopted a cat, or he adopted us, I’m not entirely sure which but knowing cats the later is probably true. Anyway, I named him Mojo and he’s been with us about 2 weeks now. Now Mojo, my darling little friend, is having an ear issue. I am not sure if it’s ear mites because I don’t see the usual suspects of dried blood but I do see the head shaking and the frustration and scratching at his ears. I have begun using an otic suspension on his ears, when the little guy will be so kind as to let me put it in there. Boy, does he ever get pissed at me when I do it. I just can’t stand to see any animal suffer in any way. If he only knew I was only trying to help.

Tuning in with Nature

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Tuning in with Nature

“It is in your power to withdraw yourself whenever you desire. Perfect tranquility within consists in the good ordering of the mind,– the realm of your own.” ― Marcus Aurelius

We took some time out of our crazy rehearsal schedule today to take a bike ride along the river and the pond and I thought I would share some of the pics I took with you. It was so peaceful and quiet, we rode along at a relaxed pace and just enjoyed the scenery.

Fall Leaves

Mr. Dragonfly

Boise River

Duckys

Mike in the Tree

Them Are Duckys on the Left

Caldwell Pond

Summer’s All Most Gone!

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Summer’s All Most Gone!

When summer gathers up her robes of glory,
And, like a dream, glides away.
~ Sarah Helen Whitman

I am so not ready for summer to be over. It seems it has just begun. Someone should give summer a speeding ticket, LOL. Well, I have harvested some funky tomatoes out of my garden and some grapes out of my small vineyard. I thought I would share some of the pics with you. I also promised Russel Ray a pic of Mojo, a new cat that either adopted us or we adopted, not sure which. Mojo pretty much comes and goes as he pleases. 

So there it is. As you can all see I got my camera back up and running and I am so happy!!!!

Attack of the Kangaroo

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Attack of the Kangaroo

It’s like trying to pin down a kangaroo on a trampoline. Sid Waddell

I had a very bizarre dream the other night. I was having deja vu in my dream. We were playing a gig that we had done the year before, but the difference was that a year later we were playing the same gig and I was sober this time. I am in my dressing room getting ready and it’s getting near dark and as I look out on the horizon I see a troop of Kangaroos in uniforms coming out of the water onto the beach in front of the stage. All of them are wearing uniforms and berets. While I am in my dressing room getting ready I am having trouble with my white, 18th century wig with long curls and my turban. Meanwhile, the bass player is having trouble figuring out a song and there are other band members trying to take over the stage.  As I am walking away from the stage I am saying to the band, “Steve Eaton can’t take over! I worked hard to get this gig and Matt wil never stand for it.” Suddenly I am back in my dressing room and my new dress somehow got lit on fire and was ruined and I had nothing else to wear.  Very Bizarre…LOL.

 

A Different Person

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A Different Person

“Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.” -C.S. Lewis

Everyone says I have changed so much in the last month and a half. Mike says I am a ray of sunshine. The funny thing is I know that I have changed inside, deep down inside. I am still crossing the monkey bars and learning how to cross while holding onto a banana and not fall. I am like a child learning all about myself for the first time, the exception being that I am an adult with a vast array of experiences, and some not very positive at all. The fact of the matter is that I am still grumpy, and at times, downright cranky. That’s just part of who I am. The banana I hold onto is the goal that once I cross the monkey bars I can eat my prize, that golden, yellow, delicious banana with its rich fruit wrapped so tenderly in a protective peal. I find that I am tired a lot more than I used to be and I don’t always feel like a ray of sunshine. There are days I just feel down and depressed, there are days that I just don’t give a shit. The fact is is that I am human and I still feel things, just differently because now there is no numbing, mind bending substance to take it away. I have to face my emotions head on and that isn’t easy after such a long and devoted career of inebriating myself from feeling anything. In this new life full of changes and becoming a different person the knives are very real, the pain they inflict deep and I don’t have the Novocaine to stop it like I used to. Yes, I have been given a whole new set of tools to deal with my hurts and ills, but they are still there and more real than ever, and that is hard! In the beginning of sobriety we are more than happy to grasp the banana knowing that one day we will be able to partake of it’s wonderful fruit, but no one tells you you have to swing across these precarious monkey bars of emotions and feelings to the other side before you can really enjoy the fruit, and if you drop the banana you get to start all over again. The thing that no one tells you about is the flood of emotions that may seem like they are going to overtake you. This flood of emotions happens because we no longer have a mind altering substance to blind us to the tidal wave that is rushing our direction.  

Honor Yourself

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Honor Yourself

Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world.  ~George Bernard Shaw

After the car wreck of your life has finally come to a stop and you have begun to pick up the twisted fragments of metal, the broken shards of glass, healed the cuts and wounds, filed the insurance claim and received a new car it’s time to look at the cause of the car wreck in the first place. Were we not the drivers that caused the wreck? Were we not the ones who lost control? After the exterior mess is cleaned up there is still the internal wreck to clean up, and believe me I need a big broom and dust pan. Even after you think the mess is cleaned up, swept away and thrown in the trash, inevitably you still find shards of glass, pieces of plastic and fragments of metal you have missed. The best thing I have found is walking into a place where you find happy, sober people doing happy, sober things. They have all been in the same car wreck as you, it may not have happened for the same reasons, it may not have been exactly the same wreck and some walk away in better shape than others. The point is that we must honor our self by cleaning up every last piece of the car wreck and surround ourselves with cushions like a bumper car so that that accident doesn’t happen again, for next time we may not walk away unscathed, if at all.  Surrounding ourselves with sober, happy people is that cushion of which I speak. If you continue to surround yourselves with people who are constantly getting into car wrecks you are not going to honor yourself and your insurance rates will climb higher and higher with each new collision. Finally, the insurance company is going to get sick of you and the wrecks and drop you entirely.  It isn’t enough to simply clean up the mess, we must change and learn to honor ourselves and those around us.

Gifts For the Birdies and the Squirrels

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Gifts For the Birdies and the Squirrels

“Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.”~Buddha

I have so many things that could upset me today, so many things that I could try and control today, so many things that could upset the balance of my universe. I refuse. I refuse to allow outside disturbances to put me on a path that does not lead to peace. Peace of mind and peace of heart. Pure peace and that alone shall stand. Yesterday my sunflowers needed to be cut down, they had been attacked by earwigs and were sickly looking. Yet, even though they looked sick, upon closer inspection I could see that they still bore the fruits of their labors. They were loaded with sunflower seeds. So, in apology for their early demise, I cut them down and offered the sunflower heads to the birdies and the squirrels. After all they might as well give their fruits back to nature. Much like life, some thing or some one may look sickly on the outside, however; if you look deep enough you can find the seeds of good offering themselves up for sharing and giving back in a spirit of peace and good will. 

My Sunflower Heads

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tortured dog’s mouth taped shut, sheriff seeks suspect – Dallas News | myFOXdfw.com

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I can’t believe people can be so cruel to animals. I cried when I read this. What did this poor little girl ever do to deserve such incredibly sadistic abuse. I hope the catch the bastards that did this!

Tortured dog’s mouth taped shut, sheriff seeks suspect – Dallas News | myFOXdfw.com.

Dragonfly

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Dragonfly

Dragonfly – A Poem

For the body

A thirsty twig

Blackened as the earth

Forgotten and abandoned over time

For the wings

Smash a stained glass window

And take the pieces

They say that beauty is in the flaws

For the heart

Let it fly freely

Unencumbered by confinement

For freedom is of what we dream.

© 2011 Anne Oddity. All rights reserved.

By my Buddhist nature I am always learning how to be more in tune with nature. Last winter I was having a collision with ravens and then it was peacocks. Lately it seems that dragonflies keep coming to me in nature. It seems they are everywhere! What strikes me as strange about this is that there are no wet lands even remotely close to my house. Dragonflies are amazing creatures. They can fly up to 60 MPH. In Japan they represent courage, hope and happiness. To me they are beautiful and I love how Anne Oddity described their wings as stained glass. The wings of a dragonfly are so very transparent yet absolutely loaded with the colors of the rainbow. For whatever reason it seems dragonflies are my representative symbol for this early summer and I love it!

Ruff Dayz

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Ruff Dayz

Dogs lead a nice life. You never see a dog with a wristwatch. George Carlin

And so it begins! This is how my Memorial day starts off. Miss Rosebud is getting her beauty sleep while I sit at my computer slaving the early morning away over cups of strong coffee and a plethora of useless knowledge that beckons to be put to some philosophical, utilitarian purpose. Well Rosie my hat’s off to you, you had the right idea! Stay in bed, let the morning sun rise and eventually it will warm up enough outside where I can go out and lay once again in the warm sunshine and do what all dogs do very best….sleep! I have to give it to her, she may seem, at times, to be dumb as a brick but me thinks she has outsmarted us all!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Man With Zebra, Parrot in Front Seat Charged With DUI – ABC News

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I just had to share this. I found this this morning while looking for news stories for News From the muse and you just can’t make this up!

Man With Zebra, Parrot in Front Seat Charged With DUI – ABC News.

I’m an Addict, Yes I am!

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I’m an Addict, Yes I am!

“I admire addicts. In a world where everybody is waiting for some blind, random disaster or some sudden disease, the addict has the comfort of knowing what will most likely wait for him down the road. He’s taken some control over his ultimate fate, and his addiction keeps the cause of his death from being a total surprise.”  ― Chuck PalahniukChoke

I’m sorry dear blog readers but I am an addict, and it’s not just alcohol my friends, oh no, that would be far to easy! I downloaded Erik Christian‘s book of poetry today on my Kindle, free, and guess what! I have 236 books in my Kindle just absolutely bitching at me to be put into a category. “Hell’s Bells, woman!”  I can hear Hemingway scream from the Keys, “What is your damn problem?” He asks as he yanks yet another huge marlin from the resistant sea. “Well, Mr Hemingway,” I say to him in my drunken stupor, “I really don’t know!” I look at the Marlin who is obviously pissed at this bastard for yanking him from his happy day of doing what marlins do, FISH! “I sincerely meant to put you and that damn Charles Dickens into the classics section but I must have lost my mind!” I say as I back away from one very pissed off marlin and one very rum drunk fisherman….Sorry just had to share….And now for your listening pleasure, what better than Jane’s Addiction, LOL

Giant Sea Blob!

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Giant Sea Blob!

I saw this on the news today when I was doing research for my News From the Muse and was absolutely fascinated and wated to share it with you!

This is video of a huge creature that was later found to be a type of jelly fish called a Deepstaria enigmatica and although not rare, it is rarely seen. I thought it was absolutely beautiful! 

 

Dog Dragged Behind Truck on Freeway, Rescued by Hero Motorist

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Click here to read the story Dog Dragged Behind Truck on Freeway, Rescued by Hero Motorist.

I don’t typically take my work onto my blog but this morning when I was doing research for an article I write for Knoji called “New from the Muse” I happened upon this story and it just made me cry. How utterly stupid does a person have to be to not be aware that their dog is tied to their bumper before they take off down the freakin’ freeway!!!! I really, against all my beliefs and better judgement, would like to find this Jackwagon and tie him to the bumper of my car and drag him or her at about 75 down I-84! This just makes me sick!

The Birds Continue To Sing

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The Birds Continue To Sing

Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.Rabindranath Tagore

I discovered something the other day….I discovered that my daughter can play guitar as well as my husband, if not better. What a discovery! I just realized I don’t need him. How liberating is that!!!!!!

Eggsactly!!!

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Eggsactly!!!

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. Kahlil Gibran

I had a lot of fun this year decorating eggs for Easter! From top to bottom and left to right. My own design, Dragonfly, peacock feather, Om Mani Padme Hum, Lotus flower, my design, my design, flowers, dolphin, pink sunflower, heart, cattails and peace. I tried to pick designs that had significance in my life. Easter was wonderful this year. We had family and friends over, including my daughter’s new boyfriend Isaiah. He’s very cute and and a very nice person. Thank Buddha my daughter has good taste! Dinner was wonderful, except for the biscuits that I pulled an internet recipe for. Afterwards we had my homemade German chocolate cake and French vanilla ice cream. It is one of the best Easters that I can remember. I love cooking and sharing my culinary skills with family and friends. Holidays, whether you are Christian or Buddhist, are a time to give and share. They should be representative of selflessness and love…I hope all had a beautiful day…As Always…Peace Jaz

Rising of the Crane

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Rising of the Crane

“I will write peace
on your wings
and you will fly
all over the world.”
(Sadako Sasaki)

Please take the time to click this link and read The story of the Peace Crane It’s a beautifully sad tale about a little girl, Sadako Sasaki, that I found very touching.

This is my first drawing in the longest time. I have finally gotten back into the swing of doing some art work again and the first charcoal drawing I did was of this Asian Crane. I found the illustration of “The Farmer and the Cranes” in a book I have of Aesop’s Fables. Cranes are symbols of longevity and a rise to a higher status. This is a good starting point for me to begin doing art work again. It’s symbolic of my rise from a very deep, dark place into the light of a love so rich and filled with truth. A rise from ignorance to understanding of my own nature and the nature of those closest to me. A rise from stagnancy to motion. It is a very reinforcing image for me and I will carry it with me like the Crane carries beauty and peace on its wings, rising ever higher in the skies of love and serenity.

Peacock Presence

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Peacock Presence

For some reason I keep running into peacocks. It seems that every time I turn around some image of a peacock is crossing my path. It started a few days ago when I won a peacock necklace. Then when I went shopping at The World Market I ran into a peacock ring that I just had to have. Later that same night I went shopping for a journal for my daughter and guess what? You guessed it, I found her a journal that had peacock feathers imprinted on it. These are just a few of the instances, everywhere I go I keep seeing peacocks, peacock feathers and representations of peacocks. I think Buddha is trying to tell me something, and I think it is something very positive in relation to my sobriety. I’m still trying to understand the significance and since it seems to be a recurring theme in my life I’m quite certain there is an underlying positive message. Not so very long ago I kept running into crows, not just a couple, not even just a few, but whole murders of crows, and at that time I was in a very dark place. I never take messages from nature for granted and I firmly believe that the peacock message is meant for me to gain some better understanding of the nature of my new found state in my path to nirvana. 

From “The wheel of Sharp Weapons”, written by Dharmaraksita

In jungles of poisonous plants strut the peacocks,

Through medicine gardens of beauty lie near.

The masses of peacocks do not find gardens pleasant,

But thrive on the essence of poisonous plants,

In similar fashion the brave bodhisattvas

Remain in the jungle of worlds concern.

No matter how joyful this world pleasure garden,

These brave ones are never attracted to pleasures,

But thrive in the jungle of suffering and pain.


 The Symbolism of peacocks in Buddhism

 In buddhism they symbolize wisdom.

Peacocks are said to have the ability of eating poisonous plants without being affected by them. Because of that, they are synonimous with the great bodhisattvas. A bodhisattva is able to take delusions as the path toward liberation and transform the poisonous mind of ignorance, desire and hatred [moha, raga, dvesa] into the thought of enlightenment or bodhicitta, which opens colourfully like the peacocks’ tail. 

The mind of the sentient beings in this world is like a thick forest of desire and hatred. The pleasures and material possessions are like a beautiful medicinal garden. The brave-minded bodhisattvas, because of having realised the shortcomings of samsara, are not atracted to samsaric pleasures, just as the peacocks are not attracted to medicinal plants. The bodhisattvas, having the attitude of wishing only to work for sentient beings and not desiring any happiness for themselves, can utilise the poisonous thoughts of ignorance, desire, hatred and so forth in order to accomplish the works for sentient beings.

By eating poison, the peacocks’ body becomes healthy and beautiful. He is adorned with five feathers on the head, which symbolize the five paths of the boddhisattva and the attainment of the five Buddha families. They have beautiful colours, like blue, red, green and please other beings just by being seen. Similarly, any body who sees a bodhisattva receives great happiness in his mind. The peacock’s eating habits of eating poisonous plants do not cause harm to other beings. Similarly the bodhisattvas don’t give the slightest harm to any other sentient beings. By eating poison the colours of his feathers become bright and his body healthy. Similarly, by taking all problems and suffering upon themselves, the bodhisattvas quickly purify the mental blocks and develop their mind quickly, attaining higher and higher realization. Particularly peacocks symbolize the transmutting of desire into the path of liberation. Therefore, they are the vehicle of Buddha amitabha, who represents desire and attachment transmuted into the Wisdom of Discriminating Awareness.

Birds of a Feather

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Birds of a Feather

“A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.” –Chinese Proverb

We just built a bird feeder a couple of weeks ago out of some materials we had lying around, a flat whisker basket and some suede ties that I had cut off a set of boots this winter. After riding down to get a big bag of birdseed I have spent hours and hours just watching the different birds that come to our little feeder. There are warblers, finches, red winged blackbirds, robins and doves that I have seen so far. They are such a joy to watch with their funny little mannerisms and beautiful songs that fill my yard everyday. It is peaceful and a joy to my heart.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. David Herbert Lawrence

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Omen of the Crows

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Omen of the Crows

A building gets torched. All that is left is ashes. I used to think that was true about everything: families. Friends. Feelings. But now I know that, sometimes, if love proves real, two people who are meant to be together — nothing can keep them apart.- Sarah from “The Crow

Last night I saw two huge trees just absolutely full of crows. I am not a superstitious person by nature but I couldn’t help getting a shiver down my spine and I couldn’t stop staring at them. I wondered, with foreboding, what ominous bit of news they may bring with them on their raven tipped pinions.  I have been having difficulty with a relationship for quite some time and I couldn’t help but wonder if this murder of crows was portending some truth that is only obvious to them. They say that when a person dies the crow carries the soul to the realm of the dead. I tend to believe that this can be looked at in different facets. In our lifetimes we have many deaths, many rebirths, and maybe the crows were simply trying to show me that it was the end, or death,  of one unhappy part of my life and the beginning of a new one. I like to believe that this is a good omen, of something bad passing away, of the crows carrying the soul of this bad thing away from me.