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Yes, I love numbers.  Yes, I love working with numbers. Yes, I like sharing what I learn.

I, like many others here on LP, am questioned frequently "What do you see for Tri State Mid or Ohio Eve...or Timbucktoo in 2023?"

Really?

Well,let me haul out the old crystall ball,lol.

Sorry, I am not a psychic. I do not make up magic lists of numbers for every state everyday. Don't have time. I have shared dozens and dozens of systems here. Go to the Lottery Systems Board and set the "Show Topics" box to "All History and peruse at your leisure all that the great family here at LP have written.

Here is what I CAN tell you....upgrade your membership here IMMEDIATELY to PLATINUM and you will "see" what I do.

Learn how to use the SEARCH DRAWINGS feature. Find hot numbers that show up in your state that you should be playing if you are really serious about lowering your odds in lottery games.

 

If you aren't reading this messsage now in my blog and send me a PM asking what will show up in your state I will send you this so you can understand where I'm coming from.

Sorry if I sound a little harsh but you have to realize that we aren't psychics. "Predictors" to a point...but that's about it. I am happy to answer any of your questions to the best of my ability or if you have trouble with a system or,when time permits,I can do a little searching for hot numbers for you. But as for telling you what is going to be drawn on any given day...NOBODY can tell you that.

 

Only the machine knows for sure :)

I just write the formulas like others here. Nothing I have shared on the LP or in my books is written in stone. That's the great thing about systems...you can change them to your heart's desire. I love it when people take something I've written and rework it. That's what it's all about. 

We try our best about helping you lower your odds. Because that's all we can do. So,speaking for myself and all the other great contributors here,we love to help you. But,please,remember...we system writers have a lot of ideas....do a lot of studying and testing...but at the end of the day we're in the dark just like you until the numbers are drawn.

Thanks :)

Can there ever be a more wasted day in your life then being called for jury duty? LoL. I know,I know,it's an important part of being a citizen in the good old USA but can't they do something to make it less....what's the word I'm looking for....time consuming? It's the one day that you get to spend behind bars while the defendant stands out in the hall.

My first summons appeared when I was 19. Waaaay back then you had to serve for 2 weeks,lol! I don't know how I did it. One day now is excrutiating. Thank God they changed that,here in California at least. If you don't get picked to be on a jury that first day you're free to go. They can't bother you for the next 18 months. But bother me they do. On average I've been summoned every 2 to 3 years....UGH!  It feels nice to be so loved....NOT!

I knew my time was coming. Yep,there it is! Last service was in 2011. I can just about set my watch to it. 

The summons envelope arrived about a month ago and so I reported to duty this past Monday. Same old drill. Bad movies playing in the lounge...something with Rock being a "Bad Daddy" and Robin Williams in a motor home. Wasn't really paying much attention. I was "people watching" instead. Some creepy guy eyeing this young girl up and down who was sitting next to him at one of the desk stations where people can use their laptops. EWWW! Another girl on a laptop with a headset on staring intently at the screen. Every once in awhile she'd mumble quietly into the mouthpiece....things like..."sandmich....sandmich....el-ahsh...el-ahsh" I'll admit,THAT made me curious. And here I thought she was some kind of telemarketer or landing planes. ODD!

Then there were the "readers" (which I was TRYING to do but is almost impossible with all the commotion around you.) That's why I brought a large print Harlequin Romance because I knew there would be no "serious" reading accomplished that day,lol. Everytime I'd go to read the first line of Chapter 1, a tittering roar of laughter would burst out from the...ahem...white-haired group of people watching Rock dig into a huge plate of spaghetti or getting squirted with something. I smiled more watching them then at the movie...cute! 

Tap! Tap! Tap! The ladies who are in charge kept tapping on the microphone before they made an announcement. It's really to wake you up, I think.

"Just to give you a heads up....We have 3 panels we'll be calling this morning...we're just waiting to hear from the courtrooms." Blah blah blah.

I have a little trick I do. Don't know if it's "foolproof" but it HAS worked the last 2 times I've been on jury duty. When they start calling out names from the lottery pool I start saying to myself..."no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no..." They call in alphabetical order and when it gets near my last name I REALLY turn it on and say it a little louder (only in my head,mind you...lol) "NO,NO,NO,NO,NO,NO.." And,hey,it worked! Didn't get chosen at all on Monday. Try it next time you're summoned :)

I still wish they could do something about the wasted time,though. There must have been 400 people there. That's a lot of twiddling thumbs. They called about 5 panels all day...about 20 people each time so...what? That's really only about 100 people they needed. You'd think they'd have some kind of idea how many trials would be going on but they never seem to. And it never changes in all the 20+ years I've been. The jury lounge even looks exactly the same! Someone really needs to improve the magazine section. Please! Not everyone is interested in golf. 

So what did I learn while doing my civil duty? Men read Stephen King and murder mystery thrillers. Women read Nora Roberts and Tami Hoag. Men are more quiet but Women love to TEXT CONSTANTLY!! This society we live in is something else,I tell ya. In the "old days" I remember striking up a lot of conversations with people sitting around me. It was fun way to pass the time. Now everyone is so into themselves and their little screens. It's really pathetic. I don't even have a cellphone and like it that way! 

I guess the day was really "summed up" when this older Oriental man with ipod headphones in his ears happened to turn around smiling and said "This is the most boring day of my life!"  I gotta "lottolaughs" out of that one. Well said,sweetie. Made my day! 

Signing out now....until 2015. This is one lottery I wouldn't mind losing for a change! 

Last Edited: May 8, 2013, 1:04 pm

Well,to me,anyway...lol. Ever wonder what happened to some of those singers who had one hit wonders? Or what your favorite singers from yesterday are up to?  I admit..sometimes I sit around and think of these things. Then I google.

Seems like a lot of the people I thought of aren't up to much these days. In fact,they're not up at all. 

Maybe some of you remember Greg Guidry who sang "Goin' Down" in 1982. No? LoL. That was a great song and not quite what the song title might imply :) It was more about him going out of his mind over a girl. Come to find out the poor guy's charred body was found in his car in his garage in 2003.  (age 53) It was ruled as a suicide.  So Sad.

What about Randy VanWarmer? You had to be deaf not to hear his song "Just When I Needed You Most". His sad mournful voice ruled the airwaves in 1979. Another sad story...died in 2004...age 48...leukemia.

How many of you remember Robert Palmer? "Didn't Mean To Turn You On". "Addicted To Love". Dead of a heart attack (age 54) back in 2003! I had no idea. Still have those old 45's!

Roger Voudouris may be someone that doesn't ring a bell but "Get Used To It" was a pretty major hit in 1979. I had no idea he was from my city! But again,sad news. Died from liver disease in 2003 at age 48.

And my man Ben Orr from The Cars died in 2000 at age 53 of pancriatic cancer..yowsa. Who can forget The Cars?!!!

Think I'll stop now...this is getting depressing. Maybe I should just stop "wondering" and just listen to the records instead,lol. 

RIP guys...your music will live on forever :)

Last Edited: March 20, 2013, 2:20 pm

Well,we can all breath a sigh of relief...the new Pope has been chosen. Religion is one of those touchy subjects I usually keep away from but all the hullabaloo lately about the new Pope reminded me of an incident that happened to me years ago.

Yes,I'm a lifelong Catholic. Not so much a practicing one but it's there in my blood and being. I had always gone to public schools but right after 6th grade my parents enrolled me in Catholic school. But after 7th,8th and 9th grades I found out I was really a "public school" kind of kid after all. The Catholic schools were kind of "clique-y"...just didn't fit in. These kids had gone to school since kindergarten and didn't take to a "newbie" invading their space.

Believe it or not, in 8th grade I seriously considered being a nun,lol. It was after our class took a field trip to a priest's seminary to see how they live. That's something you never quite forget. Plus one of the nun teachers always told me..."Oh,you're so sweet..you should be a nun". Guess that put ideas in my head. It made me feel good that she said that but now looking back,was she just buttering up recruits? lol 

Near the end of 8th grade my school had a "Big Sister,Little Sister" day where they took you over to the Catholic High School and hooked you up with a freshman student and you tagged along with them for the day to give you a preview of what you were in for the next year.  

I remember my "Big Sister"...she was all thin and bubbly and blonde haired with anklet socks and teeny fashionable sneakers. She looked like an "in" kind of person. Right away a gnarly feeling knotted in my stomach. I wore glasses. I wasn't hip. I wore size 9 1/2.

Ever been to an all girls Catholic high school? (Ick!) During Christmas vacation MY freshman year I remember lying in my bed at night and thinking.."I can't go through another year of this". First there was the creepy "Theology" teacher. (Think that's what religion class was called) He used to look down the girl's blouses..I saw him do it multiple times. (ick!) Then there was the time I actually saw the Vice Principal with a broom shoo-ing boys off the campus. (I'm really not making this up!) During assembly's all the girls would put their arms around each other and sing together...I'd look around the whole circular auditorium and each girl blended in with the next all chained together smiling and crooning. But not me. I stood to the side tired of all the perfume and skirts and girl chatter. I wanted to smell some sweat,see some whiskers and pants! Boys!!!

Classes there kicked my ass...it was tough but somehow I made it through. My only friend was this Mexican girl who didn't speak a word of English but somehow we managed to be friends. Laura her name was. We ate lunch everyday together. She had a gold front tooth.She gave me a Christmas card and I still have it to this day. Don't know why she was even there or what she could have possibly learned but I never forgot her and never found out what happened to her. Laura,if you're out there,HOLA!!

Well,anyway,back to the story,lol.

Right before graduating high school (public,yeah!) I quit going to church. My parents couldn't make me anymore! Not that it was a burden... it's just that period where you want to start making your own decisions. And it wasn't until my father's funeral 11 years later I set foot back in the church.

But it felt a little different this time.

The "incident" had happened...something that shook my faith....something equivalent to finding out there was no Santa Claus. (I've never really been the same since THAT moment,lol) 

It was while I was clerking at a neighborhood liquor store. (I was the Lottery Ticket girl!)

HE walked in one evening.

A man I hadn't seen since my childhood.

A man who had given me my First Communion...heard my First Confession (shudder!)....gave me my Confirmation.

Father Such and Such.  (Can't remember his name anymore)

He wasn't wearing priest's clothes but that's not so unusual when they go out in public sometimes.

He came up to the counter carrying a bottle of wine. Again,not so unusual I suppose. But something felt...different.

I can't recall our exact conversation but we got to talking and I mentioned remembering him and how he had given me my sacraments. He then said he was NO LONGER A PRIEST.

Guesss I kind of blanked out when he was explaining himself. How are you a priest and then NOT a priest? OK,I know it really happens in life but at the time it just dumbfounded me.

This man had placed a Holy Host in my mouth...put the Body of Christ on my tongue...had sat on the other side of a screen and heard me confess lying to my mom about something. (What can you expect...it was third grade after all,lol)

I realized at that moment he was just a MAN. There really WAS no Santa Claus.

Years later I sit here and ponder how much this has affected me. Oh,not enough to EVER  make me NOT believe in    religion ...God is everything to me.... but  it sure broke some kind of "illusion" I had about it all. Now I look at it more "realistically" I suppose.

Except at Christmas time. Because even today...if I listen hard enough...I STILL think I hear Santa on the roof!

Last Edited: March 14, 2013, 12:20 pm

To go from singing a duet with Peter Frampton in everyone's living room to singing at some Texas college football halftime show must be a real let down. Especially when the audience is half empty. Especially when people are stuffing their faces....talking among themselves and looking around for the audience cam to single them out so they can stand up with silly friends and wave excitedly to strangers.(Hey look at me...here's my 15 seconds!) The dis-interest at this gig was so overwhelming I was embarressed for you as you strained to hit those high notes. Don't worry...I'm sure no one noticed. (But Why oh why did you cheat us on your long notes during "Teenage Wasteland"???!!!!!)

I hear there's an album offer...other then that it looks like a lot of "Local Gigging" has been going on.

Oh Terry...what went wrong? lol Pardon my criticism but all during Season 3 of the The Voice I never felt you really "connected with the audience". Tight...restrained...shy...humble...nervous? This was your chance!! I tried to help you like many others (suggesting "ballad ballad ballad" on your facebook page went almost unnoticed until you finally popped up with "I Wanna Know What Love Is" TOO far into the game!)

Look,there's no one more an "80's chick" than me but those tunes just didn't really cut it. One or two..okay...yes you brought back some old memories but it continued on too long. You played it too safe...you should have done more "hip" songs. (Personally I wouldve love to see you even sing something from the 90's!) Ever heard of Nelly? You could've given 'em "a little bit a....and a little bit a....Hot in Herr! THAT would've even sounded more updated then Journey tunes. Yowsah. I don't know....song choices were not always in your favor. And here you have such a wonderful voice (did I forget to mention I'm a HUGE fan??) 

When you and Peter dueted that was the highlight of Season 3!! That brought tears to my eyes!! (even though Peter was a little "self-involved" and seemed like he was solo-ing instead of dueting.) Well,what can you expect I suppose when 2 men are singing "Baby,I love your way". Hard to look into another man's eyes when singing THOSE lyrics.

Could this all have been a case of nerves? Is it because you're now a family man with a wife that you couldn't "let loose" like a real rocker boy? I've got the "Driveblind" album now....your voice seemed a little looser and stronger. Have you smoked too many cigarettes? Hints of Ozzie....Daltrey.....Graham...I hear so many voices in your own. It's so versitile that I wonder...have you found YOUR OWN voice yet? You are like a chameleon...whatever song you're  singing you can sound like the original artist. Will the REAL Terry McDermott PLEASE stand UP?!!!!

So much potential...so much talent. It's all WASTED if someone doesn't pick you up and do right by you. Someone with an ear to steer you in the right direction...some producer that "gets" you and finds you a place on the map. For pete's sakes,young man....you've paid your dues. You were on national television....everyone knew your name. Don't let them forget!

This fan will be waiting for the next chapter.

Hope it's "Once Upon A Time" and not "The End." 

Last Edited: January 22, 2013, 6:32 pm

God Bless this poor little Boxer who got burnt in a warehouse fire in Houston TX. You may have seen this on the front page of Yahoo today.

A Facebook page has been started for him (called Rocky The Boxer) to accept donations. After a week he has been doing better. A gutwrenching story...my heart just goes out to him. On my way to make a donation now...

We're rooting for you Rocky!

I don't know why I continue to watch "The Voice". Every time I'm disappointed that my favorite singer doesn't win. Well, last night proved no different....here we go again.

Guess it was only "fair" that a girl won since the last 2 winners were guys but it only makes the case stronger that these kinds of shows are fixed some way or another.

Terry McDermott should have won hands down. Besides being as cute as a bug in a rug he had the most crystal clear tone that instantly brought me back to the 80's and the good old rock sound that has sorely been missing these past 2 decades. I could listen to him sing "99 Bottles of Beer On The Wall" underwater then having to listen to Rianna sing "Diamonds" even once!

The greatest moment of the whole season was last night when Terry dueted with Peter Frampton. WOW. What a cool moment that must have been for him. And you know me...the 80's chick,lol....seeing Peter sing with a new up and comer after singing with the Bee Gees (loves of my life :) ....whoa, just couldn't stop smiling watching that and yes, a tear came to my eye.  Peter sounded absolutely wonderful after all these years! Love little moments like that!!

Have no doubt there are good things ahead for Mr. McDermott. Told my sister to get writing a tune for him,lol. If it could happen with Freddie Curci it could happen again! Sis and I have always been "entertainment junkies". Should have been talent scouts. (yeah,right but it's always been my dream job!) In 1996 I watched a movie called "Ten Benny". There was a young man named Adrian Brody who starred and I thought to myself while watching that...hey this guy's gonna win an Oscar someday. And a few years later in 2002 he did win Best Actor for the "The Pianist"...the youngest ever at 29 to do so. Predicted another Oscar winner in Benicio Del Toro when first viewing him in "Basquiat" in 1996. 4 years later he won for "Traffic". 

I quit watching most current movies back in the early 2000's and reverted to pretty much old black and whites. New movies today no longer hold my interest. And most of my favorite power-hitter stars of the 80's are getting older and falling into "cameo appearances" which make me sad. There hasn't been an actor to blow me away since Tim Roth. ("Captives" anyone? Love it!)

Today it seems as if anyone can have "talent" and score a gig on TV. Just show up being your most disgusting,obnoxious self and BINGO! a new reality series is born. That's why when I hear a pure singing voice like Terry McDermott come along it makes me pause and be thankful that there still is some real true talent out there waiting to be discovered. It gave me hope again.

But judging from America's taste...teeny bopper twits (like last night's winner Cassedee Pope) are going to be winning those record contracts. Who wants to bet that next year we'll find her CD at the bottom of the bargain bin for $1.50? I won't be digging to find it. But you can bet your bippy I'll be foraging for Terry's old band's CD when he was in "DriveBlind".

In fact I'm going to Amazon right now in search of the real "Voice"!

Last Edited: December 19, 2012, 10:36 am

"Payphone" anyone? Adam...could this be your long lost brother?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FkExjeUSCcQ&feature=related

Well now...I don't know how many of you are watching "Breaking Amish" on TLC. I made the mistake of catching the first show so, naturally, I got hooked :)

Some of the things rang false as in most every "reality" show. These "Amish" seemed to know a lot of hip words which you wouldn't expect them to know. But the one thing that wasn't fake was the one poor girl who wears dentures. They would have to pay me a king's ransom to pull out all my teeth to "get into a role" so have to believe at least ONE thing about this fiasco of a show.

It got me a little curious about the Amish ways. At the library I checked out some Amish books. (Large print,natch!) These are romance...Christian fiction they call it. They look funny sitting next to my "Fifty Shades of Gray" trilogy,lol. No one ever said I wasn't diverse in my reading :) Starting breezing through the Amish books and, as expected, they are "nice" stories..slow paced. Have to admit I feel "good" when I read them. Makes me feel cleansed after partaking in some of my guilty pleasures like the one below.

One show that always makes me feel like taking a shower after watching is the old Joysey Shore. I tried these past 5 seasons to find just one of the gang that I liked and sympathized with. Still can't find one,lol. Don't know why I started watching in the first place but you know how that goes...the train wreck you can't tear your eyes from.

At least the show knows when to throw in the towel...they're all starting to get a little long in the tooth to keep showing their cuckoos and all. Have to admit they have given me a "lottolaughs" through the years. The one thing that's disturbing is that this show is on MTV and a hit with the younger set which,of course, it's geared at.

Now we've all had our own rowdy moments as youngsters but can't for the life of me remember when I ever got into a fight and had my extensions ripped out. These guys take drinking,partying and fighting to a whole new level and I just wonder what their own kids someday will have to say about that in the future. I, for one, could not imagine watching my mother drunk out of her head bent over peeing and passing gas on a    backyard deck.(One of the funniest Snooki moments ever last season...I should be ashamed, or rather, SHE should :) But,then again, who knows what morals will be like even 20 years from now? lol. That show might seem to their kids silly and old fashioned. Kind of like the 1950's young girls novels I used to read in the 80's where all the girls wore cute skirts and were waiting for their first kiss. (I was one of those geekies! Maybe that's why those books appealed to me so much :)

Well,we all can't be Amish. There's be no Lottery Post if we were :) Gambling's a big no-no for them. And I guess we all can't be Jersey Shorish either....somewhere in the middle is just fine by me. Balance is the key to life. That's why after I read a chapter or two of "Fifty Shades" and finish watching the latest "Shore" I'll go put my white "kapp" on and feel "good" again as I delve into my Amish book :)

I know...I know...either you love him or you hate him but there is no denying Woody Allen his movie making genius :) Starting at the end of every August I get the "Woody's" (the desire to watch a marathon of Allen's movies) It never fails and this year was no different.

I started with "Hollywood Ending"...one I haven't seen as many times as the rest. True,his movies over the past 10 years have been a little hit or miss. This one was in the middle with one "laugh out loud" scene when he's confronting his ex-wife about catching her with another man in the middle of a restaurant.

"Manhatten Murder Mystery" was next. Watching Woody and Diane Keaton together is like visiting your old friends,they are delight together. Sometimes the stories don't matter to me...it's just the interaction and dialogue that keeps me glued to the screen. That's the one thing that makes these movies so timeless...there are massive amounts of dialogue and overlapping conversations going on that each time you watch them you may just find yourself laughing at a line you missed the other 22 times you watched it. So fresh!

"Husbands and Wives" has always been one of my faves. Sydney Pollack blows me away in this movie...he was such a great actor...hard to believe he was mostly known for directing. This movie is so "real" it makes reality TV look like such a scam. Brilliant writing and performances all around. 

"September" is probably much less known. Woody isn't in this one but it's another top of the list fave. Elaine Stritch is fantabulous...I can never stop raving about her in this. Need a movie to get you into a "Fall" mood? This is it! Every one of Woody's movies have this effect. There is no other place you'd rather be then in New York when he gets his yellow filtery lens on it. I couldn't be further from being a "New Yawker" but his movies make me fall totally in love with the Big Apple. Nobody makes it look more beautiful!

This is a great movie to watch on a lazy Sunday afternoon (which is just what I did,lol)--Another Woman" is another one you may not have heard of. Again Woody is absent and Gena Rowlands plays the lead here. (Gush! Gush!) Brilliant performance with an intense cameo by Betty Buckley (Abby from Eight Is Enough). Both "September" and "Another Woman" are very dramatic, not comedy at all so if you're looking to get cheered up by these 2, don't count on it,lol.

"Play It Again,Sam" was one I forgot about but watching it again was such a pleasure. Tony Roberts stars in this as in "Annie Hall". Enough said...this movie needs no critique from an amateur like me. I believe this was an Oscar winner as well :)

OMG..I absolutely adore "Small Time Crooks". Has to be one of his funniest ever. There is an old black and white movie he must have taken this from called "Larceny INC" I think with Broderick Crawford and Edward G. Robinson. But this one takes it so much further. Hilarious!!

Next up is "Manhatten",gorgeously filmed in black and white this is probably the peak of Woody's career (for critics maybe...not for me!) The script to this is in a book I have (my other Bible, I call it,lol) "Four Films of Woody Allen". It's fun to read,you can envision the movie as your scanning the pages. "Manhatten" is full of laughs and I believe one of the first Allen movies I ever saw as a teenager.

No matter how many times I watch these I always come back for more. How many film makers can you say that about? Probably not too many. There aren't many people in the celebrity world I would ever want to meet...but Mr. Allen definitely tops my list. Being a writer or screenwriter is incredibly difficult  (yes,I've delved into both over the years)  so I have nothing but admiration for people who can crank out script after script. What an accomplishment!     I'll be lucky to accomplish one great piece of writing in my lifetime :) Now THAT'S winning the lottery to me :O

Last Edited: November 5, 2012, 7:22 pm

.........I Love Paper! As an avid reader, paper has always been a huge part of my life. Nothing makes me happier than looking at my bookshelves full of wonderful stories just waiting to be discovered between the covers.

I buy books like crazy. Oh,and I'm a cheapo when it comes to wheeling and dealing.Ebay,Amazon,Biblio,Alibris and half.com all get the once over when searching for a particular book. I'll bid on books and if a message comes back saying I was outbid....oh well....will just wait until I can find one when the price is right. Waited almost 10 years for one book,lol. In 1998 a book at the library caught my attention..N.C. Wyeth by David Michaelis. (I love biographies!) Checked it out and read about the first 2 chapters then returned it intending to buy it one day. Over the years I saw it come out in paperback and finally grabbed a very good copy for about $7.00 shipping included a couple of years ago. So it took awhile :) But now it's in my library ready to be enjoyed anytime I feel like it.

Visiting the library this week after many years was an eye-opener. What a sad state our libraries have become.Book selection is not what it used to be. We have over a dozen libraries here and I was surprised at how crowded they've become. I used to be the only person browsing the long empty aisles...those were great quiet times. But no more. I'm sure it's due to the recession how many people are on the computers and probably looking for work. Very sad. And noisy. Libraries aren't for relaxation anymore.

I'm also sad to see all these electronic readers come into play. Kindles,Nooks,whatever they call them. I hear people saying paper books will become obselete one of these days. You might as well bury me now,lol. Reading in bed with a thick book is the best part of my day before sleep. Cuddling up with a hand held screen just doesn't sound the same!  

Accidently got sent a Large Print edition of a book I ordered. At first disappointment set in when I thought of the hassle of returning it. But then I started reading it and...HEY....I LIKE this! First off...it makes the book thicker (which I love!) and WOW...so much easier to read even though I feel like a first grader. Now when looking for books I find myself checking to see if it comes in large print. By the time I reach my golden years I'll be prepared :)   

So you can keep your old touch screens,Amazon. I'm stocking up now in case that day ever comes when "paper" is another word that becomes obselete like "laser discs" :)   

I just picked up my BusterKitty's remains....he is finally home again. When the vet technician handed me the box I felt something holy and spiritual....I wasn't really expecting that.   

Thought it was kind of funny how he went to the back room and brought me a cardboard box. He was very hush hush about it and had me sign my name on a paper. Isn't that typical of us Americans? Always quiet about death....trying to hide it. A part of me wanted to jump up and down and rejoice because I had something of my little loved one back... almost wanted to smile but kept it to myself. Guess I'll do my smiling at home (one of these days) and laughing again at BusterBrat's antics.

Everyday I miss him terribly. This is the first pet I ever had a private cremation for. Now I have to figure out how to open the dang little coffin looking wooden box to spread my little furball around his favorite places! LOL. It's tighter then a drum. Think for now I'll just hold "him" in my arms and think of all the good things. And buy some stock in Kleenex while I'm at it.     

Last Edited: October 27, 2012, 1:29 pm

Yes,it is the "day after". Thanks to all for responding to my blog yesterday. All animal lovers can relate to this subject...the dreaded "goodbye". 

Amazing what grief can do to you. It's not the first time I've been here...might not be my last either. Time will tell whether another stray will find their way to my door. As someone who's always thought of themselves as a "dog" person it still astounds me how I fell completely in love with a ball of purring fur. And how his passing has hit me the very hardest.

Cats? Oh no...not me. They're not as friendly as dogs...they catch mice (ewww!)...they own you,you don't own them. They never sounded appealing. But I was wrong.

I wasn't supposed to wind up with BusterBrat. (Or maybe I was?) He was already somebody else's cat...2 houses down. But the gentleman moved away and took the cat with him. That is until he left the door open at his new place and B.B. found his way back to his birthplace. He loved this street I guess. He had to cross 2 very busy boulevard's to get back here. But there was no one waiting for him. So the lady next door to me started feeding him.

But it wasn't long before she moved out. And there was Buster on her former porch...sitting up there looking at me for a few days. I felt sorry for him just mulling around up there. I called to him but he was kind of a scaredy cat and never came over. Until that can of tuna opened. I left it on the grass and went back in the house. Behind the living room curtain I watched him slowly make his way over and lap at it.

And then there was the rat on my porch the next day. We were friends!

He was still pretty skittish for a long time. His original owner came driving down the street one day and saw him outside. He offered to give me money for food but I told him no,thanks anyway. He couldn't have cared very much if he was willing to just let him go that easy....not even TRY to take him back to his new residence. So phooey on him...I didn't want his money. Buster was mine now though I didn't really believe it yet. 

Slowly but surely he let me pet him. Then before you knew it I'd sit on the porch and pick him up and rub his belly. He'd just flop out in my arms and purr away.Some lady walked by one day and said..."Gee...I wish MY cat would let me do that!" I guess that was the moment I realized that this WAS my cat now,lol.

So where did all these years go? I'm trying to pick my brain for whimsical stories or crazy tricks he could do or something special that stood out. But he was just...Buster. (His former owner named him that...I added the "Brat" later even though he wasn't :)

He was just always there. Part of the house. The presence in my backyard. The little orange tabby that became entwined in every aspect of my life. And especially my heart. For almost 17 years.   

He talked a lot. He talked to me constantly. All sorts of coos and purrs and complaints. His meow's were more like "wow's". So I "wowed" back at him a lot too. His assortment of sounds were endless. The "eh eh eh eh's" when watching a bird...mournful guttoral moans when a cat fight was in the making...gleeful purrs when digging in the catnip....hisses at a approaching enemy cat. One of my favorites was when he'd be sitting up on his ottoman (yes, it was clearly HIS) very quiet like and I'd come up behind him and lightly touch his head. He knew I was there but he'd do this startled little "oh!" like "I know you're there...quit disturbing me". It was a little game we played and I never tired of it. (Maybe he did :)

I understood him. At least I think I did...I HOPE I did. No, I'm pretty sure I did. When you're grieving it's easy to get all jumbled up. In time my memories will come back and I'll remember bits and pieces. And I will choke and my eyes will fill with tears...but hopefully they will be happier ones. 

Now I'm waiting for him to come home. In a different form. In a couple of weeks his remains will be returned and I will sprinkle him back to where he belongs--In the backyard hidden behind the Camellia bush on his special pile of leaves. And under the Mock Orange tree next to the big exposed root he liked to lay against. In the front yard on the sidewalk where he used to sit and watch what was going on. And under the car in the driveway...another favorite patrolling spot.

No matter how prepared you think you are for these moments...you never are. You just have to remind yourself that your little loved one is in a better place and waiting for you someday.

That's what gets me through the day. "wow",Buster. "wow".  Thanks for most purr-fect 17 years of my life :)   

 

 

Have to send LottoLaffs' Mascot to that great lottery in the sky today. We had some great times together...I'll never forget when you first showed up. I gave you a can of tuna and you thanked me with a rat on my doorstep. From then on it was you and me.

Love you,little buddy! (sniff sniff)

Life will never be the same without you in it, angel :)

Last Edited: October 5, 2012, 4:03 pm

In remembrance of Robin Gibb's passing...can you guess the Bee Gees Songs these lyrics belong to?

#1...."I'll never belong to someone again...."

#2....Don't be a  hero in the name of love...."

#3...."l'll still love you when it's cold outside..."

#4...."let this be my prayer...to keep you safe when I'm not there..."

#5...Even though you're far away....your music plays in my mind..."