PadCast #5: Let It Be

PadCast #5_ Let It Be

It’s not just the name of a great song. It’s been my mantra for this entire week.

No, Mother Mary did not come to me and whisper words of wisdom… I just found myself saying “let it be” many times over the past week for various situations. From kidney stones to chorus shows to work woes and everything in between. Whisper words of wisdom. Let it be.

From hospital stays to hair that grays to laundry piled to the ceiling; there will be an answer. Let it be.

Hey, you have to look at the humor in life sometimes, right?


The Beatles: Let It Be (from Let It Be… Naked) (click to buy at

John Denver: Let It Be (from Poems, Prayers & Promises) (click to by on iTunes)

PadCast #4: Pay the Taxman

PadCast #4_ Pay the Taxman

Tax time. Man I hate it.

And it’s not just because it’s a yearly ritual and something you HAVE to do every year– it’s because for the last few years, instead of getting a refund (like I USED TO back in the GOOD OLD DAYS), I have to pay MORE to our blessed government.

So I did my taxes today… and I have to pay and EXTRA $160. EXTRA. It’s ridiculous. Pathetic. Insipid.

So that’s what I’m talking about in today’s podcast, in addition to the weather (it SUCKS), my upcoming week (it SUCKS), and a whole lot more baloney (or in this case, french fries).

I’m still on the lookout for some good “pod-safe” music for my show. If you have any recommendations (independent artists, people you know that would like an outlet for their stuff to be heard, etc.) let me know at Until then, I have to take my life (and my bank account) into my own hands and use the following tunes, which you can find (and buy) on iTunes by clicking these links:

Elton John: Rocket Man ’03

Twenty Cent Crush: Taxman

Pippin's Big Adventures

Pippin, my first-born kitty, wanted to share this story with you today, so he dictated it to me and I typed it all up for you to enjoy.

Pippin tempts fate by the (old)
window in my living room.

Not long after Daddy and I moved to our first new home, I had quite an adventure that scared him a lot. He was pretty upset, but I couldn’t help it!

See, there was this porch attached to the back of the building we lived in. We were three floors up, and my first buddy, Kiki, who lived in the building before I did, liked to hang out the windows of the back porch all the time because they didn’t have any screens. Daddy didn’t like that at all. He worried that would fall out the windows because I was really young (only about 5-6 months) at the time and didn’t know any better. Kiki was already about 1 1/2 years old.

Well one night while everyone was sleeping, I got adventurous and prowled around the house. I found the windows left open and decided to check them out.

Next thing I knew, I landed on soft, wet grass– three floors down!

When Daddy got up the next morning and couldn’t find me, he got a little hysterical. He couldn’t imagine that I’d suvived the fall 3 flights down, but he couldn’t find me in either the front or the back stairways, and I wasn’t found anywhere else in the house. I could hear him and his roommate Chad calling my name up and down the streets and alleys, but I was so little, they couldn’t hear me. I was trying to find them too!

I went around to the front of the building and tried to get in the front window, but it wouldn’t budge. So I just sat there, meowing as loud as I could. Daddy had gone out to his car to go back to our old apartment to pick up the last of our things. When I saw him, I meowed as loudly as I could. He turned around quickly and saw me, ran to me crying and picked me up. I was SO happy to see him!! He kissed me and asked “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?!” I just licked his nose and told him how happy I was to see him.

Shortly after that, they put new windows on the back porch that had screens. I think Daddy complained about it and they finally did something about it. I was happy, because I really liked going back there. It was so warm and sunny and breezy, but until then, especially after that day, Daddy forbade me to go on the porch.

The only other time I came close to spending one of my nine lives was this past summer when Daddy replaced an old air conditioner in our dining room. He had taken the old one out, and I, being the curious kitty I am, walked out the window to check it all out. While getting the new air conditioner ready, he shut the window– not knowing that I had stepped outside. I started meowing as loud as I could to let him know that I was outside! He heard me, luckily, and quickly opened the window and found me on the ledge!

So I stay away from open windows now. And if I don’t, Daddy will be sure to snatch me away from them!!!

I’m a lucky kitty. One life (out of nine) is enough to lose over such a crazy thing.

Screech in the window

Screech in the window

Originally uploaded by RcktManIL.

I snapped some photos of autumn leaves from my living room today, and was going to post them here. But after I was done with the outdoor shots, I snapped a few of Screech, who just happened to be sitting in the windowsill across from me. He sat so perfectly still as I took some shots of him. This is my favorite. He’s so doggone photogenic! 🙂

I’ll post the autumn pics later. Enjoy this one for now!

Something to smile about

There’s been too much doom and gloom lately, so I’m going to liven things up a bit.

I know I’ve posted this picture of my kitty Screech before:

At the time, I just thought he was the CUTEST THING EVER for going in that sink BY HIMSELF and staying there so I could take pictures of him. Well I still think he IS the cutest thing EVER… but I’ve discovered that he’s not entirely clever.

I thought he was, at least, until I saw this site:

Cats In Sinks

That’s right. Cats in sinks, cats in sinks, and… you guessed it… nothing but cats in sinks. And here I thought my Scritter was so original.

So I submitted his picture. Let’s see if he gets featured.

I hope that brought at least some semblance of a smile to your face. 🙂