Here is a layout I recently did of my princess, Filthy. Now, I tried to rename her Tia, but…..she is Filthy and I guess always will be. Now who would name their little girl such a nasty name? Hold on folks, it gets worse. Her full name is Filthy McNasty. I’m not typically a cruel person, and there is a reason behind this madness…really!
This little adorable feline has not always been so adorable. She showed up one fine day, on my porch about 7 years ago. She was so mangy we could not even tell she was a cat until we saw her sweet little face. She is a purebred Persian and her hair was in dreadlocks. (I remember one time using tongs to remove what I thought was a worm from her hair which actually turned out to be one of those Wonton noodles…no doubt from a dumpster… I don’t know…do Persians eat Wonton noodles?) She hung out a few months before we officially adopted her, (after a well needed trip to the groomers!!!) in the mean time my sons gave her the name Filthy McNasty and it has stuck with her since. Is she not the most precious thing you have ever seen?

Dear Friends and Family,
Over the past few years, I have witnessed the heartaches and devastation that cancer brings. I am sure I am not alone in the grief I have witnessed. Every day we meet someone who is personally touched by the burden of cancer. In effort to fight back, I have joined a team to walk in the “Relay for Life” cancer walk. This supports the American Cancer Society’s effort in search for a cure. If you are not familiar with this effort, you can visit their website at: http://www.relayforlife.org/relay/

In effort to raise funds and show support, our team, “The Box of Cupcakes” will be walking for two days, May 17th and 18th in Ventura, CA. In addition to donations, we will also be planting a cupcake garden to be on display at the walk-a -thon for thousands of visitors to see. Each glorious, handcrafted, Multi-media, cupcake inserted into our garden will represent someone who is fighting or has survived the battle of cancer or in memory of someone you have lost. It is my pledge to you that for every relay I walk in from here on out, your cupcake will continue to flourish in the garden so that no one will forget. The suggested donation for each cupcake is two-dollars. Every penny counts and is greatly appreciated!

Checks should be made to the American Cancer Society. Should you wish to plant a cupcake, please include on a separate piece of paper the name in which you would like your cupcake dedicated and a personal message you would like included. Millions of people will benefit from your generosity!
Thanks for all your help,
Heidi
If anyone is interested in donating to this worthy cause, you can email me at dolfin4hid at yahoo dot com
I won this cute little gift for being such a ambitious ‘cupcake.’ The little cupcakes are lip balm and the ‘Legalize Frostitution’ is a mirror…is that not the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?!! Thank you so much Sunday!

I receive so much fan spam mail…I thought I would answer some of it here….
I’m a very luck gal!!
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So now I won’t get arrested every time I try to use my fake one! Hope this one gets here quick. Think they will deliver to a State Prison?
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Perfect for when I get out of jail and start my new life! (Although I have earned my Masters in License Plate Manufaturing here!)
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I don’t think they mean with soap either….
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Obviously all naughty in my area, why do you ask?
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That’s a matter of opinion, jerk!
You’ve heard about it on the radio and tv. Now you can cleanse at home.
Dear God….someone is trying to tell me something!
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O.K., now what?
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I will save this coupon. (Well you never know!)
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I will when I get my REAL Visa!
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I know where this is going, so you are interested in the After Hump Panty Lump
Didn’t Think you could afford that house? Now you Can!
Of course I can…I have a Masters you know!
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God knows I need this!
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I’m in cell 063….*wink*

Have you ever wondered what happens to those Easter Eggs that little Johnny & Sally never found? The ones you were so busy popping jellybeans and squishy marshmallow bunnies into your mouth, you completely forgot about? Well, no worries… nothing goes to waste folks!
See if you recognize any of these beauties!

Today was one of those days. I didn’t feel good when I woke up and damn-it I should have listened to my body and stayed in bed. But no, I got up.
The day started out with a bang. I walked the trash out first thing in the morning looking as lovely as ever, pink sweats, a red and gray sweatshirt, white bandanna in the hair, and some honkin’ sunglasses to cover yesterdays eye make-up that could now be mistaken for 2 black eyes. Figures I would run into my new upstairs neighbor, who has more than once invited us up to see their place….
“Good morning” I said
“Hi”
Hi? That’s not very friendly for someone who has been so anxious to show us his diggs. Perhaps he was mad because we had not came up to visit yet. Now I feel bad.
“Now that you’re settled, lets us know when it’s convenient and we’ll come up!”
Gees Louise what a nice neighbor I am.
He nodded with a slight “O.k.”
That’s flippin’ it I thought. I am not putting my good, neighborly heart out there for the ‘new kid on the block’ to smash it. I’m over it…I tell myself. I continue my morning walk to the trash and fling my garbage as hard as I can into that dumpster. I’m mad now, I am marching back to my apartment so fast, my fanny’s jiggling 80 miles an hour in my pink sweats.
Just as I approach my apartment door,
“Good morning” I hear
“Huh?” as I look up and see my new upstairs neighbor walking out his door. So who the freak was the guy I was talking to…oh dear God…it wasn’t my neighbor at all. I feel faint, I give my new upstairs neighbor a quick nod and hurry inside. As if my outfit wasn’t embarrassing enough.
So now it’s been a few hours. I try to recuperate from my morning disaster and get up the courage to go get my mail. I have showered and dressed appropriately, that man would never recognize me now… I do however have a (clean) bandanna on my wet hair. Which actually turns out to be a God send. I get my mail, lots of little ads to flip through. I think I’ll sit right here on this bench and enjoy the fresh air while I see what Big Lots and Ikea have on sale. (Ikea has some great little recycling bins!)(Didn’t see much at Big Lots)(But I didn’t get to look through the whole thing) It’s a beautiful day, never heard anything about rain but I’m feeling drops. No…please…not again! I reach up to feel my bandanna wondering if I’m hallucinating again and that’s when it donned on me. I’ve been pooped on AGAIN. Who saw that was my first thought, the man I spoke to this morning? He is watching me from afar I’m sure, the crazy lady got pooped on! Now as I rush back to my apartment I run into my next door neighbor, whom I only know as ‘Michelle.’
“Hi” she says giving me that look, you know, the did you get pooped on look.
“A bird pooped on my head” was all I managed to get out.
“Oh” she says as she enters her apartment.
I walk in lock the door, stand in the middle of the room and click my heels together 3 times. I am going no where….I am pretty sure I can hear her on the phone now, I am pretty sure she is talking to the man from this morning. I double check my locks hoping the men in white jackets don’t come…ever.
I clean up, again and decide to play it safe and sit out back for awhile. Suddenly leaves are flying, tree branches are swaying, dirt is everywhere. Honest to God, I have lived in Southern California my whole life and never knew we had tornadoes. My first thought, grab the kids. Kids are now men and have been on their own for a few years now. Grab the kids pictures. Well…maybe it’s not a tornado after all. It’s a helicopter. Now why in the hell is it landing in my back yard? My hair is now messy, I have dirt in my eyes, leaves are floating all around me. I hear it getting closer, I duck for cover until all has settled and the last leaf has come to rest. I look up and there it is. It’s smaller than a helicopter, bigger than a bird. It’s a Heli-Pigeon and it’s looking at me. Am I not safe anywhere? I now picture my new upstairs neighbor, the strange man and Michelle behind a bush somewhere controlling this thing with a remote control. I just happened to have my camera with me so I took a couple snapshots…for evidence…just in case.
Mama always said, ‘Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.’ But seriously mom…did you really have any idea?