neRd's 2 cents
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This post is in memory of my cat. My parents are postponing in his memory. Is there such a thing as a "perfect pet"? Pet owners present and past can answer that question in both ways. If a beloved pet owned raised a pet from the point to where they were feeding it milk in their hand. There are also the pet owners that acquired their animals from the streets but share the same, if not a deeper bond of love. Many animals are mistreated or severely abused. The animal I am writing about today was greatly loved, greatly cared about, and will be severely missed. This is a brief biography of my loving, affectionate, cat, Pritzer.

The year was 1994, the time was around 1:00am and my mom heard a loud scuffle outside. Our dog, Bushwack, was mauling a cat. My mom beat the dog until the cat broke free. She then fed the cat and went to bed. The next day we found the cat on our front porch. If you feed a cat, it will almost alaways come back. He was a tiny, beautiful, animal. We got the animal checked out by the vet and he seemed healthy. We named the cat Pritzer (don't ask why).

As the years progressed, we ran into a scare. For about three weeks, he went into hiding. He struggled home and he was skin and bones. When he got inside, he never stoppepd eating. Boy I never stopped crying. The only time I cried so much I cried so much was when Bushwhack ran away then came back. We think that Pritzer got stuck in a garage. He has gotten stuck in the garage in my parent's house. It was funny to hear meows out of nowhere (that was of course before my mental condition kicked in!).

It was fun to get him excited. When you scratched his neck he would purr andn trill. Then he might dance on his back. He would always dance if you ran up the sidewalk\



pharmacymg's 2 cents
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First, I can honestly say that a better pet I've never had, nor have I ever had the pleasure and joy of having one for 17 years.

That's a long time to be a member of a family. A more beautiful cat I've never seen, with his jet black long coat, puffy down coat, making him the most adorable thing to behold. Green eyes that glow with the fire of life, and love.

Rolling on his back on the sidewalk on a sunny day, wiggle from side to side, and preen for you. Hiding under the lilac bush, hehind the tulips, waiting for his next victim to come by. Beating up the neighborhood dogs (brought the whole neighborhood out when he was teaching one a lesson about tresspassing), starting trouble then going into the backyard where his big dog buddy would cuddle with him while all 125 ponds of dog threatened to eat any other animals that dare to enter their domain.

Guarding Avon boxes on the front porch. Decorating any part of the place he deemed appropriate. Perfected the purring grecian god pose on the chaise lounge. Getting dropped behind a chair and 3 seconds later coming out with a mouse in his mouth, quite pleased with himself. Demanding attention not only on his terms, but when he wishes, just as a cat will.

Seventeen years in just a few words? I Love Him. He's my cat. Part of my life. Part of me. The best cat I'll ever have.



writingsg's 2 cents
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Life unfolds for people in different ways. For some, it is like a tapestry, a complicated cloth woven of varying textures with shades and colors forming patterns both subdued and bright. All components play their parts in the overall warp and weft of the fabric, forming a fantastically complex weave that is, at times, both pleasant and disturbing to look at.

For others, life plays out like a symphony. Tones and rills of music both beautiful and disturbing, reminding one of the highs and lows of a life well-lived. If lived right, life's symphony is a beautiful piece of music that can enchant and enjoy.

At the end of my life, if God grants me the time to reflect, many things wil run through my dying mind. Some will be disturbing and will be dealt with by a degree of regret and the hopes of forgiveness, like a misweave in the tapestry, dull and a mistake; or, like a misplayed note in the symphony, contributing to the whole but somehow disappointing nonetheless.

But I can tell you this: there will be vibrant colors and patterns, pleasing to recall. There will be musical passages that I will want to play over and over again. Pritzer is one of my pleasing patterns, one of my musical passages that will play over and over again. When I am gone there will be people and things I hope to see and pass eternity with, and in my lap I want there to be a beautiful black cat, a buddy, named Pritzer. And I know he will be purring.



I will miss you, Pritzer....
     love, Alex....

After at least two years off, nerblog is baaaaaaaaaaaaack!

Things have not been going all too well over in my neck of the woods. I’ve been gone over a year or two! M I have sprained both of my ankles, fell flat on my ass, been hospitalized for not only physical ailments, but for my schizophrenia. I also have to move back in to my parents’ in the back room. I have also suffered thru a grand maul seizure. Boy that sure was some good fun! Welcome back to nerblog, my loyal viewers!

I was out for a walk one day and low and behold, I fell over air; that’s right, my own two feet! I went to the emergency room and they gave me something for the sprain and the pain (he he I rhymed!). I was in a boot. This one was mild, though. I suffered another sprain, but this time it was on my left ankle. The second time [the incident] was more comical. I was just standing there; I felt a *nudge** and fell over Sucks to be me. This doctor that saw me said that it was the worst sprain that he ever saw. Thanks for the boost in my confidence, doc! To the time of this writing, I continue to wear this this wretched boot. I have to use a walker, though. I have to keep it on until around May 5, 2010. Speaking of May 5, be sure wish Andy (accius) a happy birthday!

With the injuries of my ankles and the need of my walker, my parents said to move on in. Now comes the scary part. I mean this scared even me once I found out what happened! The following is a statement from eyewitnesses: I was eating cereal and all of a sudden I swiped the table and cleared it. I then apparently began to convulse. As I awoke, I was in a daze. My dad was there and told me that I had a a grand maul seizure. I was non-responsive and just plain out of it. I don’t remember a thing of the event. I am fine now though now that they put me on Depakote. This happened on May 8, but I am still sore to the time of this writing (May 17).

Now imagine a whole 3 room apartment being crammed into 2 small rooms. I can’t officially move back until I ditch the walker. It’ll be nice staying with the folks, though. I will post again at a later date; hopefully nerblog will be up again and I can leave this face book page.



I got a killer recipe for nachos from a friend.
1. 2 cups of milk 2. Box of velveta 3. Can of ro-tel 4. lb of hamburer
Brown the hamburger and drain the ro-tel. Then slice the cheese up and place it into the milk. Keep the heat on medium. When the milk and cheese are all melted together, take it off the burner. Now mix the cheese sauce with the hamburger and ro-tel. If you did it right, you should have a killer sauce. Pour it over some chips and enjoy!

I'm hungry now...GIMME SOME NACHOS!!!11