<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452937796866747703</id><updated>2024-09-22T19:39:26.428-07:00</updated><category term="Alicia"/><category term="Possum"/><category term="The spider"/><category term="Valentine blues"/><category term="fall"/><category term="outside"/><category term="pasha"/><category term="raccoons"/><category term="surprise"/><category term="wrong"/><title type='text'>The Hoops</title><subtitle type='html'>Oh, this is life.... it&#39;s all about jumping through the hoops.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoopsie-hoops.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452937796866747703/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopsie-hoops.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pasha&#39;s Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12234680893727751096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqzT2YSGzdTWLJZ3yVlOkXUVF8eWZOhaXN3GZFMiUNOR0cz0e6tTb2Tmkl-yg8T53GuArw63nD_zUlkbaRnC1-aH076JOrLRWHHoMBrmumU9hPQsyDJEFIdn8i6XE7eg/s1600/*'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452937796866747703.post-1908304552013220569</id><published>2011-03-24T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T20:14:21.592-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Possum"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wrong"/><title type='text'>What&#39;s wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;What&#39;s wrong with the picture below? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;﻿Here is a couple of them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;1. the window&amp;nbsp;blind on the right is crooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;2. instead of a window covering there is a blanket hanging from the left window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;well, you find the rest of them :)﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoopsie-hoops.blogspot.com/feeds/1908304552013220569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6452937796866747703/1908304552013220569?isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452937796866747703/posts/default/1908304552013220569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452937796866747703/posts/default/1908304552013220569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopsie-hoops.blogspot.com/2011/03/whats-wrong.html' title='What&#39;s wrong?'/><author><name>Pasha&#39;s Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12234680893727751096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqzT2YSGzdTWLJZ3yVlOkXUVF8eWZOhaXN3GZFMiUNOR0cz0e6tTb2Tmkl-yg8T53GuArw63nD_zUlkbaRnC1-aH076JOrLRWHHoMBrmumU9hPQsyDJEFIdn8i6XE7eg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj15N2MU_upkZscSXKvRalbZAvviLp97xNSLw0HwovoSl2vfOAFP3OpGGlz2YfCEqM1sJ3geZ_IF4yqSrQhA3ciK_d-L91XYbGGmj482iEnyv4ZoAZEGeO6N11Rjrie8J2Nu1ZnuEwoWoSE/s72-c/DSCN1425.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452937796866747703.post-3544807365599461708</id><published>2011-02-26T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T20:01:05.054-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pasha"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="surprise"/><title type='text'>A surprise visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s been a while. I think I got stuck after a moody valentine&#39;s day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.catster.com/cats/994800&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Moonjoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt; caught another humming bird the day before. By the time I made him to drop the little thing out of his mouth, it was too late. He got punished for it; Maybe he&#39;ll explain it in his own&amp;nbsp;words on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://catastrography.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Catastrography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;. I am going to bury the little birdie today, as soon as the rain water gets soaked up a little more. That had put me in a really bad mood, but then a very strange thing happened today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;I looked outside and there was an old friend standing right out there by the door and staring at me. I call him Pasha. He is a&amp;nbsp;very handsome stray&amp;nbsp;kitty that used to come here all the time. At some point he was literally living here. He was my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.catster.com/cats/885853&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&#39;s favorite boy. The two of them loved each other and would always sniff each other&#39;s noses (only noses, my Michelle wouldn&#39;t tolerate anything else).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Pasha had a lookalike. The two of them looked exactly the same, and it was pretty much impossible to tell them apart. The only difference was their attitudes; Pasha was very friendly, but the lookalike was very wild and mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Shortly after my Michelle went to the bridge, Pasha disappeared. I thought he had followed Michelle, but then he showed up right at my door steps today. I wasn&#39;t sure at first if it was him or his lookalike, but then when I went out he came right to me and let me pat him. I brought out some food for him, and as soon as he started eating, I knew it was him. He&#39;s always been a messy eater. He opens his mouth all the way to&amp;nbsp;inhale all the food and throws everything out of the plate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t know where he&#39;s been for the past two years, but it sure&amp;nbsp;is nice to see an old friend again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;You can &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1jByfWOLmjo&quot;&gt;watch it on youtube&lt;/a&gt; biggified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoopsie-hoops.blogspot.com/feeds/8813209749811694007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6452937796866747703/8813209749811694007?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452937796866747703/posts/default/8813209749811694007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452937796866747703/posts/default/8813209749811694007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopsie-hoops.blogspot.com/2011/02/peeps-in-aid-of-squirrels.html' title='Peeps in aid of squirrels :)'/><author><name>Pasha&#39;s Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12234680893727751096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqzT2YSGzdTWLJZ3yVlOkXUVF8eWZOhaXN3GZFMiUNOR0cz0e6tTb2Tmkl-yg8T53GuArw63nD_zUlkbaRnC1-aH076JOrLRWHHoMBrmumU9hPQsyDJEFIdn8i6XE7eg/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452937796866747703.post-5910236918570914181</id><published>2011-01-31T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T17:17:51.329-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alicia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fall"/><title type='text'>Alicia&#39;s fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;One day I was sitting in my parents’ living room watching TV while Alicia was outside in the balcony playing. Next thing I knew, I heard this commotion coming from the neighbor’s yard down stairs. I immediately thought “Alicia”. I ran to the balcony with my mom on my tail. When we looked down, I saw there were bunch of the neighbors outside having a gathering taking advantage of the nice sunny day. They were sitting at this patio furniture set with a big umbrella opened on top of the table. The next door neighbor that was scared of moving furs was also there. She was standing away from the table and laughing hysterically. I saw Alicia, making a run for the higher levels, trying frantically to climb up a bush with a flat cut top next to the table. There were three cats behind her with their eyes wide open not paying any attention to where they were stepping. All they wanted was to get to Alicia, and all Alicia wanted was to get away from them as fast as possible. My mom and I kept calling Alicia. She managed to run over the bush and jump on the wall and climb up straight to our open arms. Once she was in safety she turned around and kept looking down to see what had just happened. She wouldn’t move from my barricaded arms on the retainer wall which had created a safe hug for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;I asked the neighbors what had happened, but their laughter wouldn’t allow me to make sense of what they were trying to say. Finally I was able to piece things together. As Alicia was doing her crazy ride on the retainer wall in the balcony, running form one end to the next, she had either fallen down, or decided to jump off on the umbrella right under the wall. Either way, next thing they knew Alicia was on the umbrella, as she sled down and ended up on the table. When she had realized she was in an unfamiliar environment, she panicked and started running all over the place like crazy. The cats had seen her and took off after her. The one neighbor who is scared of moving fur had jumped off her seat to run away. The hostess of the gathering who is a very nice lady had tried to prevent from the cats chasing Alicia by smacking them on the tail, and in the middle of this chaos the closest thing to her hand was her husband’s bald head, so she had smacked him in the head really hard. They were all cracking up, except for the poor hubby who kept complaining that it hurt really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;That was one of Alicia’s incidents that everybody is still talking about. My little girl had created such a scene. She scared us and herself really good, but that was a lesson to be learned. I felt good in a way that she was able to run away from all those monster kitties, even though a couple of them had managed to jump on the bush after her. Later on, Alicia taught those cats how to climb up the BIG tree and get stuck on the roof of the building. It took four sets of neighbors to bring them back down. ** To clear things up, the cats were the only ones who were stuck on the roof. Alicia was on the tree unharmed and laughing at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;I sure miss my baby. I wish I had more pictures to share, but they are all lost. The only one fitting to this story is a picture of two of the neighbor’s cats resting under the tree where Alicia was first&amp;nbsp;found as a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisKr_hbu9obhIxwU7vx5ZqnS8VTnePzofw5-tPmuO58iEuCAdBLtrmU20peMqN0-nxRFA8Zwv-xlnUtA8bqzwWoFLU7dfHBLH7jluJL5mv7RiN-fvygdNJSMvWY1zFOJQFtWpmuvuAJme8/s1600/00777.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;260&quot; s5=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisKr_hbu9obhIxwU7vx5ZqnS8VTnePzofw5-tPmuO58iEuCAdBLtrmU20peMqN0-nxRFA8Zwv-xlnUtA8bqzwWoFLU7dfHBLH7jluJL5mv7RiN-fvygdNJSMvWY1zFOJQFtWpmuvuAJme8/s400/00777.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;She grew up rather quickly, and after starting her outdoors training, I took her further out to be introduced to&amp;nbsp;her new life savers; the trees. The first tree she climbed on was the very one under which she was found. It was a small tree and easy for her to stay within the reach. She learned very quickly to jump on my shoulders from the tree when I whistled. Within the same day we went further out onto the BIG tree by the side walk. It&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;a huge Oak tree which happened to have a very heavy load of acorns at the time; a true paradise for squirrels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Alicia adopted to the BIG tree very quickly. She loved exploring it and would go all the way to the top and run back down to jump on my shoulders. In a few days she learned to stay on the tree unattended, and eventually discovered a route back to home. She was still a cici squirrel. There was not a single wild bone in her body. I had to leave her on her own for longer periods of time, so she could adopt to the wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;One cold windy day I went outside looking for her to bring her in. The forecast had called for strong gusty winds and some rain. I kept whistling to have her come to me. She wasn&#39;t on the BIG tree, so I went around the corner looking for her&amp;nbsp;amongst some&amp;nbsp;other popular&amp;nbsp;trees where squirrels hung around. There were a few nice tall palms in next door neighbor&#39;s yard. I had seen Alicia maneuvering&amp;nbsp;in them before. Just as I saw&amp;nbsp;her on one of them and started whistling to get her attention, the neighbor came out of her house. I said, &quot; I&#39;m sorry, I&#39;m just trying to get my squirrel&quot;, and pointed out&amp;nbsp;to my baby. She turned around with a smile and said, &quot; Oh, that&#39;s Alicia, She comes here every day.&quot; Thus Alicia got her name. Until then we&#39;ve&amp;nbsp;been calling her by different nicknames, but she didn&#39;t really have a name. She came home with me and stayed in her warm bedroom during the stormy night. That was my cici girl. I could not help it but spoil her to death..... literally.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoopsie-hoops.blogspot.com/feeds/6650972711718226859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6452937796866747703/6650972711718226859?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452937796866747703/posts/default/6650972711718226859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452937796866747703/posts/default/6650972711718226859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopsie-hoops.blogspot.com/2011/01/alicia-gets-her-name.html' title='Alicia gets her name'/><author><name>Pasha&#39;s Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12234680893727751096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqzT2YSGzdTWLJZ3yVlOkXUVF8eWZOhaXN3GZFMiUNOR0cz0e6tTb2Tmkl-yg8T53GuArw63nD_zUlkbaRnC1-aH076JOrLRWHHoMBrmumU9hPQsyDJEFIdn8i6XE7eg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkgupp5H1zWvK7jF6rz2QZWrr6gZdmI-kNwRGn083bUYZW-KH0eQvIZ83CIvdDzzIOLN2VHXjVAYNhDh-8Kv1bEdX1OnZGRN1DCnxN__2qDAjmeX85z6Erqtb3AKwnOcZEbLlaVbnrPuh9/s72-c/Alicia.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452937796866747703.post-7760621898978557203</id><published>2011-01-23T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T16:12:22.104-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alicia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="outside"/><title type='text'>Alicia venturing outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;We started training for the outside world even before Alicia was fully grown. I figured&amp;nbsp;if she started early&amp;nbsp;the odds of her survival by herself&amp;nbsp;would be greater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;The first day of training started with an introduction to the immediate outside world; the balcony. She surely acted like a complete rookie. I put her on my shoulder and we walked&amp;nbsp;out there&amp;nbsp;together, closed the door, so she couldn&#39;t go inside, and then just stood there and waited to see what she&#39;ll do. She didn&#39;t want to leave my shoulder at first&amp;nbsp;and looked around with amazement&amp;nbsp;for a while, and then figured this might be a&amp;nbsp;new game. Either it was the excitement of a new game or the shear fear of an unfamiliar environment that made her jump off my shoulders onto the wall. She kept climbing straight up until reached the&amp;nbsp;base of the&amp;nbsp;ceiling&amp;nbsp;then&amp;nbsp;freaked out and stayed there for a while. The light fixture on the wall seemed to be very inviting, so she climbed her way over there and decided to stay there to clear her head. I felt sorry for the little fella and&amp;nbsp;had to get on a chair&amp;nbsp;to bring her back down. That&#39;s when I came up with a brilliant idea of creating a nest for her, one that could get attached&amp;nbsp;on the wall, and she could use it as a base for outdoors 101.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;We went back inside, so both of us could catch our breath. I got a shoe box and quickly designed a house for her. It had soft cushions inside and insulation outside for the rainy days. I attached it to the wall securely and was very proud of the outcome. We went back out again, and I put her right by the nest to help her discover her new house. I thought that would surely be the envy of all other squirrels. It was a cool house. She wouldn&#39;t even go near it. She simply hated it. That little brat took off to the opposite direction,&amp;nbsp;and started climbing the wall towards the neighbor&#39;s balcony. Oh boy, that was a big no no. The lady neighbor was horrified of any moving fur, and Alicia was not only moving, but a&amp;nbsp;jumping kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;I started calling her frantically. I used every trick up my sleeve to get her attention, but she was determined to reach to the other balcony. She made it. She was out of my reach and hanging from the wall on neighbor&#39;s balcony. I guess the grass on the other side was simply greener, as both of balconies are exactly identical. My mom came out and both of us kept calling&amp;nbsp;her and tried to lure her in with tempting foods and her favorite milk bottle. Finally she decided to climb her way back to us. The reunion was overwhelming for both of us. We decided that was enough for the day, and went back inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;The same routine continued for the next couple of days. She felt more at ease in the balcony each day. She would get all excited and start running from one end of the retainer wall to the next. The Balcony had stucco walls, and that made it very easy for her to climb&amp;nbsp;around using her tiny sharp claws. however, the top of the retainer wall was painted wood, and that made it very slippery. We had to throw an area rug over it, so she wouldn&#39;t fall down to the neighbor&#39;s yard. They had three cats staring at Alicia&#39;s tail and drooling all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;She adopted to the balcony rather quickly, but we still had to conquer the rest of the big wild world out there. She had so much more to learn, and I had so much more to let go of.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoopsie-hoops.blogspot.com/feeds/7760621898978557203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6452937796866747703/7760621898978557203?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452937796866747703/posts/default/7760621898978557203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452937796866747703/posts/default/7760621898978557203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopsie-hoops.blogspot.com/2011/01/alicia-venturing-outside.html' title='Alicia venturing outside'/><author><name>Pasha&#39;s Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12234680893727751096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqzT2YSGzdTWLJZ3yVlOkXUVF8eWZOhaXN3GZFMiUNOR0cz0e6tTb2Tmkl-yg8T53GuArw63nD_zUlkbaRnC1-aH076JOrLRWHHoMBrmumU9hPQsyDJEFIdn8i6XE7eg/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452937796866747703.post-4196588304835132809</id><published>2011-01-17T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T20:59:38.826-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alicia"/><title type='text'>Alicia growing up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text2;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;My sweet little squirrel was getting bigger by the day. Everything was new and exciting to her. Every day I would go to my parents to learn about the lesson of the day. One day my mom told me to give her a little piece of banana. Oh, the joy of munching on that soft yummy treat seemed to be too much for her to handle. By the time she was done with it, we were both covered with sticky goo. I had to give her a quick wash to clean her hands and face. She had learned to grab her milk bottle with both hands and suck on it until it was empty. At times I would be afraid that her tummy would explode.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text2;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;I kept encouraging her to come out of &lt;a href=&quot;http://hoopsie-hoops.blogspot.com/2011/01/alicias-hat.html&quot;&gt;her hat&lt;/a&gt;, but my mom was very happy to have her stay in it. After couple of weeks, one day as I was sitting next to her, she decided to take a leap of faith and jumped on my arm. I got so excited that I gave her a little push to help her get further up to my shoulder. She did. She discovered the wonderful path of arm to shoulder to another arm and back again.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What an exciting thing that was. It was as if she was on a roller coaster. She kept running up one arm, across the shoulders, and down the other arm, and then kept repeating it over. My mom kept watching in horror and telling me to stop teaching her bad habits. It was too late. She had learned a wonderful lesson, and it was way too exciting for her to stop now.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That was her first move of coming out of the hat, but she kept it to just that. If we sat next to her, she would jump on us and do the roller coaster ride, but if we stayed away from her, she would stay either in her hat, or get out and stay on the chair which the hat was placed on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text2;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;In a few days she was ready to venture further but wasn’t sure what to do next, as she was getting mixed signals from us. I was always encouraging her to take a risk and go for the ride, but my mom would tell her to stay put and be a good girl. She would crouch and stare at us while we were away from her chair, trying to decide whether to make the jump or not. After a few trial and errors, finally she learned to jump from her chair up to the other ones. In no time she became an expert in acrobatics, constantly jumping up and down the furniture and walls and of course us. We had to wear hoodies around her to cover our necks and shoulders. She had really sharp nails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text2;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: text2;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;She had to learn to go outside, and she had to learn it fast, and that was a scary moment for all of us. My parents kept pressuring me to think of something. We all knew she couldn’t stay in an apartment. She was spending the nights sleeping in my parents enclosed shower stall. I had placed a baby blanket in there for her and turned it into her bedroom. Later on, she had learned to come home and go sleep in her bedroom when it would get too cold outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Here is a picture of her resting in her bedroom catching up&amp;nbsp;on her beauty rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Ah, my cute little Alicia. She was one of most adorable rescues ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;One hot summer day I went to visit my parents. They live on the second&amp;nbsp;floor of an apartment building. It was a day no different than any other, but I had a very special&amp;nbsp;appointment with faith&amp;nbsp;that day.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;went out to their balcony&amp;nbsp;for no apparent reason, and&amp;nbsp;as I was standing there, I heard the words &quot;it&#39;s a baby&quot; echoing in my ears. The rescuer in me was awakened immediately. I leaned forward, and looked down to see what&#39;s happening. There were 3 or 4 of neighboring kids gathered right below the balcony and examining something on the ground. They could barely contain their excitement, and kept repeating &quot;it&#39;s a baby&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;I had to run down the stairs as fast as I could to see what kind of &quot;baby&quot; they were&amp;nbsp;looking at. Once I got there they gave me way to get closer. There was a&amp;nbsp;tiny little baby squirrel curled up under a tree and just sleeping like an angel. It was the most adorable sight I had ever seen. I kept looking around to see where she came from, but I couldn&#39;t figure it out. I waited around for a bit to see if her mommy would show up to rescue her, but&amp;nbsp;she never did. Poor little baby was left all alone. Finally I had to give in and picked her up. She was so tiny&amp;nbsp;she could comfortably curl up in the palm of my hand. I noticed that one of her eyes was closed up and it had an infection. That was enough to make me take her inside, so I could wash her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;The neighbors&#39; kids followed me upstairs. I washed the little baby&#39;s eyes with some black tea, and in no time she opened both her eyes. She was to die for. I didn&#39;t know how long she&#39;s been down there all by herself, but I knew she had to be hungry. We warmed up some milk, and I fed her using a tea spoon. She drank up the whole thing making the cutest munching noises. Right after she was full she simply curled up in my lap and fell asleep again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;I had come in that day&amp;nbsp;wearing a straw summer hat. Not being able to find a better fitting nest for her, I placed her inside the hat and covered it with a light towel. She loved it there&amp;nbsp;and made herself right at home&amp;nbsp;sleeping like a baby that she was. And she slept, and she slept, and she slept....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Well, she had us all fooled just&amp;nbsp;right. As if she knew my parents were against keeping her, and I couldn&#39;t take her home to my monster kitties. She had to keep herself on her best behavior, so she did just that. She became the baby squirrel in the hat. That was her little world for the first week or two of her life. And then, she discovered something new..... a world outside the hat..... The monster in her was awakening very little by little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoopsie-hoops.blogspot.com/feeds/5152353054235727270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6452937796866747703/5152353054235727270?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452937796866747703/posts/default/5152353054235727270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452937796866747703/posts/default/5152353054235727270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopsie-hoops.blogspot.com/2011/01/alicias-hat.html' title='Alicia&#39;s hat'/><author><name>Pasha&#39;s Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12234680893727751096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqzT2YSGzdTWLJZ3yVlOkXUVF8eWZOhaXN3GZFMiUNOR0cz0e6tTb2Tmkl-yg8T53GuArw63nD_zUlkbaRnC1-aH076JOrLRWHHoMBrmumU9hPQsyDJEFIdn8i6XE7eg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNFQl12XgT3Kpz9g7cf4mVBZSMbO_CXjwRtAx8LqaQn4d0z9923l7cxINdilL7bZRXFeveg_PMrvFoe7OjZBUY5I9JcBdH-imqLeg-imj2i6TdOJfX_PtGZSOMdy2-RmjhMp82V6QQ5WSr/s72-c/0916071708%255B1%255D+%25283%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452937796866747703.post-3863400276745961186</id><published>2011-01-04T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T20:36:31.403-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="raccoons"/><title type='text'>The snoring Raccoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;For the last few years I had the privilege of sharing my house with a mama raccoon. She lives under the house, and the rest of us are inside the house. She comes out after her babies are grown enough to start their life training. The mama introduces the babies to the entire neighborhood, and teaches them the life skills they’ll need. They all get fed in my back yard at the beginning, and then mama forces them to go further and further away for food. I believe she does this for&amp;nbsp;three reasons; one, she doesn’t want to share her food source with them after they’re all grown. Second, she wants the babies to learn how to find food in different locations, so they won’t be dependent on just one source. Third, she has to&amp;nbsp;alienate them. After all, they are her future competition for survival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Each time she has a litter of 4 to 6 babies. Last time there were 5. I have actually videotaped them while eating food in my back yard, but it doesn’t have a very good quality. You can see it &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YpGKkE2U2WA&quot;&gt;below&lt;/a&gt;. Mama is the one to the farthest left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;All of these babies are gone now. Last time I saw them, was about a month ago when they tried to get some food, and&amp;nbsp;their mama came charging after them to make them leave. She must have been in heat or something. She acted so viciously I had to run inside to stay out of their family feud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;It seems like the mating season is over. The mama is back to her regular place awaiting the arrival of her new litter. I can hear all the commotion she makes under the house trying to make herself comfortable. She seems to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;have settled under my bedroom this time; right under my bed. The funny thing is that I can hear her snore at night. Sometimes she gets so loud that it wakes me up in the middle of the night. If she doesn’t stop I have to thump my foot on the floor to wake her up, but most of the time that doesn’t work. I have learned to sleep with a snoring raccoon under my bed. I can’t wait until she has the babies, and they are all grown. Sigh… things that I have to put up with……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoopsie-hoops.blogspot.com/feeds/3863400276745961186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6452937796866747703/3863400276745961186?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452937796866747703/posts/default/3863400276745961186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452937796866747703/posts/default/3863400276745961186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopsie-hoops.blogspot.com/2011/01/snoring-raccoon.html' title='The snoring Raccoon'/><author><name>Pasha&#39;s Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12234680893727751096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqzT2YSGzdTWLJZ3yVlOkXUVF8eWZOhaXN3GZFMiUNOR0cz0e6tTb2Tmkl-yg8T53GuArw63nD_zUlkbaRnC1-aH076JOrLRWHHoMBrmumU9hPQsyDJEFIdn8i6XE7eg/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452937796866747703.post-5260450661395326836</id><published>2011-01-01T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:28:57.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To do or not to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Once I’ve been told when you get the writers’ block it helps if you write the same word such as “the” repeatedly to help clear up the block, so here it goes… the the the the the the the…… hmm, I think it’s working…. The the the the the….. I’ll keep working on it offline &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I found an even better way; red wine. It has to be sweet and delicious. I’m not promoting any products here (not yet &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), but I would strongly suggest this Kosher red wine called “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.wineaccess.com/wine/product/10196779/-Mogen-David-Concord&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Mogen David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;”. It has the perfect texture and taste for me. Most grocery stores have them, and it’s not costly at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://hoopsie-hoops.blogspot.com/2010/12/spider.html&quot;&gt;Charlotte&lt;/a&gt; hasn’t been moved yet, talk about a failed New Year’s resolution. I still have time, even though the lemons all around her are getting bigger and better looking. That is putting her in a greater danger of being destroyed by a neighbor. The red arrow on&amp;nbsp;picture below shows her location on the tree. Check out those lemons,&amp;nbsp;nice....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought that would be a wonderful place for my spider, since I really&amp;nbsp;couldn’t locate a nice place for her (Talk about being picky). I could simply drop her off, and they would pick it from there. I started imagining her in this wonderful exhibition where she could be the super star.&amp;nbsp;She would wait behind a&amp;nbsp;velvet curtain getting pulled back to showcase her majestic ugliness, and awe the crowd. She would be the pride of her children, and they would live there happily ever after and multiply and multiply and multiply…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;I called the museum to give them the good news that I had the perfect match for them. I figured they would be flabbergasted just by the description of her. I was immediately transferred to the right department. The spider&amp;nbsp;guy sounded very friendly and nice. Everything&amp;nbsp;seemed wonderful until I asked them if she’ll be a part of the “&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nhm.org/site/explore-exhibits/special-exhibits/spider-pavilion&quot;&gt;Spider Pavilion&lt;/a&gt;”. The answer was “no”. The pavilion was closed, and I could bring her in, but she would be put in alcohol (alive) for exhibition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Talk about shattered dreams. I was doing all this to save her, and all they could offer was her fossil in alcohol. Their next suggestion was to simply remove her from the lemon tree, and put her on any other shrub or tree in my yard away from traffic. The hundreds of babies will venture off to different directions, and maybe only a couple of them will stay put. He couldn’t emphasize enough though what wonderful creatures&amp;nbsp;spiders&amp;nbsp;were and that she&amp;nbsp;was completely harmless; what a contrast. Why on earth would they kill&amp;nbsp;them by putting them alive in alcohol if they&amp;nbsp;are so magnificent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Charlotte might not have gotten her super star show after all, but she&#39;s been quite&amp;nbsp;an attraction for me. She deserves a happy ending and a nice new home away from harm&#39;s way. She&#39;ll be moving to a new location tomorrow&amp;nbsp;if the weather permits. What better way to start off the New Year.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoopsie-hoops.blogspot.com/feeds/788621192171440120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6452937796866747703/788621192171440120?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452937796866747703/posts/default/788621192171440120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452937796866747703/posts/default/788621192171440120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopsie-hoops.blogspot.com/2010/12/spider-super-star.html' title='Spider the super star'/><author><name>Pasha&#39;s Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12234680893727751096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqzT2YSGzdTWLJZ3yVlOkXUVF8eWZOhaXN3GZFMiUNOR0cz0e6tTb2Tmkl-yg8T53GuArw63nD_zUlkbaRnC1-aH076JOrLRWHHoMBrmumU9hPQsyDJEFIdn8i6XE7eg/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452937796866747703.post-5392075299418549581</id><published>2010-12-30T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T11:22:54.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking failure :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Well, I had promised everybody that I was going to bake my Granny&#39;s recipe today, so I did. I spent hours and hours on it. My back is still hurting terribly. And what do I get at the end? They all smell like eggs....urghhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;This was my second time trying this. The first time came out really good, but I don&#39;t really know what went wrong where :( ... I wanted to cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Any how, as for my poor little (well, not so little) spider, Charlotte ( I know, it&#39;s such an original name); We had really strong gusty winds. It caused some of the dried leaves of the lemon tree&amp;nbsp;to fall on the web, and they tore it completely. The web&amp;nbsp;is gone. I&#39;m taking it as an omen that she should really get going. It&#39;s time for her to start weaving a new one... in a new home. Now if&amp;nbsp;only I knew where to take her...?? I have an idea of how to do it, but don&#39;t really have a location for her. I think I&#39;ll try the local park. They have really nice large trees there, but what if she likes lemons? Maybe it has to be a&amp;nbsp;fruit tree? Hmmm... who else has a lemon tree around here ?... nah, just kidding, I wouldn&#39;t do that to the ugly Mrs. I don&#39;t have very bug friendly neighbors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Well, I promise to move her tomorrow, specially since the weather is going to get warmer than today. It&#39;ll still be a little cold for me; around 57 degrees... brrrrr, but hopefully it won&#39;t be as windy.&amp;nbsp;I&#39;ll give the update tomorrow..... stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoopsie-hoops.blogspot.com/feeds/5392075299418549581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6452937796866747703/5392075299418549581?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452937796866747703/posts/default/5392075299418549581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6452937796866747703/posts/default/5392075299418549581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoopsie-hoops.blogspot.com/2010/12/baking-failure.html' title='Baking failure :('/><author><name>Pasha&#39;s Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12234680893727751096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqzT2YSGzdTWLJZ3yVlOkXUVF8eWZOhaXN3GZFMiUNOR0cz0e6tTb2Tmkl-yg8T53GuArw63nD_zUlkbaRnC1-aH076JOrLRWHHoMBrmumU9hPQsyDJEFIdn8i6XE7eg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIjd8B5Y1Q03i2636Rsl5xUbgO2hKDXV0J-X5nZg5Z1dvY__UWAwDOskm0HQyQgkYR7oWu0Rs6xjswu0BIrNXbxWSbpxROy5txopITXoZx1QecCDlDfi7zzp2Ad05sOHda9rXLexcjGga7/s72-c/DSCN0873.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6452937796866747703.post-3386982848171656562</id><published>2010-12-29T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:50:33.662-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The spider"/><title type='text'>The spider</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Being a life saver enthusiast that I am, often I find myself in bizarre situations trying to save a creature&#39;s life here and there, or at least make it more comfortable for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;My newest rescuee is this huge spider I found on my lemon tree. The discovery came rather as a shock.&amp;nbsp;She was rather huge, and kind of creepy looking, no pun intended. My first thought was &quot; she&#39;s got to go.&quot; that is until I found out through &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.google.com/images?hl=en&amp;amp;expIds=25657&amp;amp;sugexp=ldymls&amp;amp;xhr=t&amp;amp;q=araneus+psiders&amp;amp;cp=14&amp;amp;qe=YXJhbmV1cyBwc2lkZXJz&amp;amp;qesig=M8EOUvdgEd808o3uJhQZEQ&amp;amp;pkc=AFgZ2tkL5rVe-Eme24LufUzXYc_4u87kaZ5CMKbt6tEVIkuXpiBiwEL1a2BDxeBNwKlW1xqOHTo1VekBtPxw4weYFyUP8XCiVA&amp;amp;wrapid=tljp1293654578074028&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;source=univ&amp;amp;ei=NJobTfC6JoassAP3o6zeCg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result_group&amp;amp;ct=title&amp;amp;resnum=2&amp;amp;sqi=2&amp;amp;ved=0CCoQsAQwAQ&amp;amp;biw=1345&amp;amp;bih=547&quot;&gt;Google search&lt;/a&gt; that&amp;nbsp;she was not poisonous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;that was when the rescuer in me kicked in, and I wanted to come up with a plan to make sure no harm&amp;nbsp;is done&amp;nbsp;to the ugly fella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Here is a picture of&amp;nbsp;her on that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;She&amp;nbsp;gives you the chills, ﻿doesn&#39;t she? well, unless you are a bug enthusiast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t know if you can see it in there, but that picture was taken on 11/24/2010. That was over a month ago. My worry at the time was the affects of the poison on the&amp;nbsp;free-lemon-picking neighbors, but after I discovered she is harmless it quickly turned into a life saving plan to rescue her from harm&#39;s way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;One night shortly after her discovery I heard a faint voice calling my name coming from my front yard where the spider was. As the voice got closer, it became clearer that it was my neighbor&amp;nbsp;of the house across from mine&amp;nbsp;calling out to me. As soon as I opened the door, to my horror, I saw she was standing there with a few lemons in her hands. My head started spinning with different thoughts. Thought#1, &quot; Is that the lemon with the spider on it?&quot; Thought#2, &quot; Is the spider somewhere on her head?&quot; Thought#3, &quot;Did she kill the spider?&quot; Thought# 4, &quot;Why is she foaming in the mouth?&quot;... just kidding... she was just fine, but the thought of foam coming out of her mouth really did cross my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;She wanted to let me know that she was all alone and wanted to see if I would go keep her company. It&#39;s scary how little she knows about me. I don&#39;t know which scared me more, the thought of the spider in her head or spending my free time with her in their smoke filled house? I had to quickly give her an excuse of having to leave soon, so she would leave me alone. I did however tell her to look out for a big spider on the lemon tree that might be poisonous, and I&amp;nbsp;took a flash light to show her where she was for precaution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;She said, &quot; Why don&#39;t you just kill it? I can do it for you if you&#39;re scared.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Again, very scary how little she knows about me. I said &quot; oh no, please don&#39;t harm her. I&#39;ll relocate her soon to a safe place.&quot; I was thinking a safe place for the spider, but I&#39;m sure she was thinking a safe lemon tree for the neighbors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;We went out with the flash light, so I could show her the lemon on which the spider was perching, but to my horror I couldn&#39;t see the spider anywhere. The huge web was there but no spider. Needless to count the number of my thoughts again. They were similar to the ones I already listed. The neighbor assured me that she doesn&#39;t even look at the lemons on that side, and that she always picks them from the opposite side of the tree. I just wanted to&amp;nbsp;make sure she was aware of the spider&#39;s location (even though I wasn&#39;t sure if that&#39;s where she was any more). I couldn&#39;t really pay too much attention of what else the neighbor was saying. I kept looking for the darn spider under the&amp;nbsp;ever disappearing light of the flash light, and had to from time to time run my hand over my head to make sure&amp;nbsp;no uninvited guests&amp;nbsp;have presented themselves over there. The neighbor&#39;s thoughts were more around a murder plot,&amp;nbsp;and I had to make sure that she wouldn&#39;t harm the ugly thing until I came up with a plan. I couldn&#39;t find&amp;nbsp;the spider&amp;nbsp;any where around that lemon that night, but I found her back on her favorite spot the next day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The neighbor&#39;s&amp;nbsp;promise to not bother her&amp;nbsp;wasn&#39;t very reassuring, so I had to think of something fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Is over a&amp;nbsp; month fast enough to come up with a plan? Well either way that spider is still on my tree. The circumstances have changed a bit though. She is not as fat and rounded as she used to be. As it turns out she was pregnant, with lots and lots and lots of mini ugly versions of herself. She has created this white sack covered with web and filled with eggs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Here is a new picture of her taken today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Can you see the difference of&amp;nbsp;how much slimmer she is? She is a mommy now or will be one soon, not sure how that works. Now I have to come up with a plan to transport her and her babies (hundreds of them) to a safe location. That will take some planning. I will keep you posted on how it goes. Stay tuned.... to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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