This is what I like out of my fog:

Density.But on a more murderous note, I ran into a stuffed bobcat with the later half of a squirrel protruding from it's mouth Christmas eve. Apparently the host was hunting one day, noticed a bobcat running by and then shot it with a bow. The bobcat was indeed in the middle of eating this squirrel just as pictured here. Hhhmmmm.....Also to note were the 3 deer heads mounted in the living room. Very nice folks though. Chevy people, they'll have nothing to do with Fords.

I love weapons

It turns out light sabors are really fun to play with, especially when you can use the iPhone light sabor simulator at the same time. And yes mom, this is in fact what I do all day long.

Welcome to Chester, AR

My Grandma Cronin and Aunt Connie came into town from California yesterday and so we all went out to lunch today. And where else in the entire state of Arkansas would my step-dad choose to eat but in Chester, Ar. So after 45 minutes of driving on the Pig Trail and nearly loosing my appetite due to motion sickness(I know, a little pathetic) we arrived at our destination. Here are some highlights. The waitress mentioned that "Bill had an old car he was tryin' to fix up so they could have their very own cop car in town."
Cat right outside the bathroom.
I'm not sure I even know what this means, but so far the town has 3 churches and no cop car.
The antique store did have several very cool old cameras though.

So, here's a funny story for ya...

Last night I decided it was about that time to restock on a few essential groceries. So, as usual, I caravaned down to good old Wal-Mart to take advantage of the cheap prices, and wide variety of product. About half way through my shopping trip, I start pushing my cart away from the shampoo aisle, and trek on over to the Easter section to buy some grass for my basket this Sunday. Now for those of you who know me, you won't be surprised to hear that I became slighty sidetracked when I came upon a free sample of a chocolate cookie item. I think that's about the time that I parked my cart against a box full of giant rubber balls, took my free sample(and then some) and ventured into the napkin and plastic cup section. When I came back to "my cart" a minute or two later, arms laden with essential life products, I began to place these items in "my cart." Then suddenly it hit me. The items in the shopping cart I had parked by the rubber balls were not mine, and my original cart was no where in sight. Now this is the part of the story that I am most frightened by I suppose, because the level of consciousness that my memory is working at is around 2%. So at this point in my journey(please do not ask me why I did the following, because even I cannot recall the answer) I for some reason decide that I must have been mistaken about the rubber ball cart and left mine over by the free chocolate cookie samples. So with a new and very confused mind, I head on over to the dairy section to restock in milk and orange juice. This is when I came across an old friend of mine, Sara Lawhorn(used to be Burton), and we began to chat about life issues. I grabbed a gallon of 2% milk and began telling her the story of taking the wrong cart, when low and behold I discovered that the items in my new cart were once again not what I had gotten. I couldn't believe I had done it again and Sara and I had a good laugh over the whole situation. I then decided that I must have left my cart over by the shampoo, and Sara said she would accompany me back to my original carts location. We made it over to our destination to find that I had in fact left my cart there in the first place, and I was very relieved to find it in tact. Sara and I then did some more shopping together in order to catch up on old times. After we finished, we were both headed to check out and sharing a good laugh over my cart dilemma, when she looked over and discovered that once again, the cart I was pushing was not mine. We nearly fell over from sidesplitting laughter, and wondered where my groceries could be this time. Luckily, they were only around 5 aisles back, and once again, all my items were in place.
So the moral of the story is that if you ever find your cart at Wal-Mart missing, just look for me and you're sure to solve the mystery.

I love creepy phone calls!

TIME: 1:31 pm
PLACE: My kitchen
EVENT: Creepy phone man

CONVERSATION:(by the way, I said some stupid things)
RIiiinnnng....!

Me thinking: strange, the caller ID says no number.
Me: Hello?
Strange man with deep voice: Hey what's up?
Me: Uhhh.. not much. Who is this?
Man: It's your secret admirer.
Me: Oh ya? Alright.
Man: So, what are you up to?
Me: Well, I'm eating a salad.
Man: Is anyone with you?
Me: No.
Man: Are you at home?
Me:Ya. Who is this?
Man: I told you, it's your secret admirer.....so....what are you wearing?
Me:Well, I'm sorry, but if you don't tell me who you are I'm gonna haft to hang up on you.
Man: Now that wouldn't be any fun.

CLICK!(me hanging up) YAY CREEPY PHONE CALLS ON MY CELL PHONE!

I immediately went outside and starting chopping wood after this to help me not be quite so creeped out.

Question.

Soo..is the cat mafia of fayetteville...having their meetings across the street from my house..?
Is...my cat their leader..?
And...is my cat, code name "suelo" smugling these cats onto my front porch for mass feedings..? Hmmm...

Too many cats. When I wake up and look outside onto my front porch and see !10! cats eating my cats food, I feel a little tripped out. Thats too many cats for my wee porch to hold. !10!