I am not posting because I am worried about what I post.  Apparently, two posts of mine cost my husband new jobs with two different companies.  One post because the recruiter was rabidly anti-military and I mentioned Alyssa was now in the US Army.  Another job was killed because I mentioned my health problems.  I figured out what happened both times because though the HR people were smart enough to use Google to look up my husband, they weren't smart enough to cover their tracks.

So I have been wondering what in Hell is possible to post without alarming people.

I am pleased, in my old computer tech way, that people have finally taken so well to the medium.  It used to be just the geeks and nerds who liked computers.  (BTW, I was one of the sorority girl extras in "Revenge of the Nerds"; pretty weird actually--since I was probably one of the geekiest people on that whole set.)

So the few things I have posted lately have been really, REALLY bland.  And my posts don't mention Ronald, except in passing.

So should a person relate the truth about their personal lives on the internet?  A young man was killed recently because he wanted to express the truth on the internet instead of lies.  Lies seem safest, but very unsatisfying.  The internet has always been a place where I could vent.

I like my internal world well ordered; truth here, fiction there.  I worry that my medications may make the two intermix in ways I can't control.  John D. McDonald once wrote that everyone has the inner fear they are personally crazy, and only the insane believe they are sane.

But what is a person who doesn't know what to believe, one way or the other?

New Jersey authorities are warning hunters to not eat squirrels taken near a toxic waste site due to the possibility of lead poisoning....

Er, I thought most critters dying of lead poisoning in New Jersey were people, and they were dying of the more direct form of lead poisoning....bullets.  So the Sopranos have it in for squirrels too? 

(Yes, I am joking.  Very lamely, but definitely joking.)

As you can see, Wayne is still doing great.  His only problem?  Too much kitty food...Jessica worries he is getting obese.  I think his fat pads were cut loose from the underlying tissue after he was attacked two years ago.  He might need to have them removed at some future date, if they appear to bother him.  Right now, he doesn't seem very bothered (except that he doesn't like the flash on the camera).

These days, with the charges for cattle rustling in Texas amounting to little more than slaps on the wrist, it is great to see that Arizona considers the crime to be felonies.  I have always felt that the crime here merited more than what the rustlers got, mostly because the people committing the thefts are stealing a person's business, not their pets.  Even a backyard cattle raiser is hoping to raise a calf to sell or show, and that calf cost hundreds of dollars in purchase price and upkeep.

In the Arizona case, the rustler stole cattle worth more than $4000 but less than $25000.  Imagine having that much money stolen out of a person's home--that would be a bit more than the TV and stereo, but in Texas, the burgler would get more jail time than the rustler.  If someone broke into a store overnight when no one was there and stole that much in merchandise, again, they would face more jail time than the rustler.  Pathetic.

(Please note, I am not upset that a robber who holds up a store when people are present is subject to more jail time. Just the unequal treatment of cattle rustlers to people who break into unoccupied structures.)

These little beauties were born on the third and fourth.  They are tiny, but very active.  Unlike the pharoah quail, these have a very erect posture and a very direct stare.  The pharoah quail look at a person, these ones watch very, very closely.