tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26178283760275428122011-04-21T13:35:10.081-07:00This is Trixi's World. You're just living in it.Steve and Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12449214435075102905noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617828376027542812.post-90496216577538476022009-05-02T12:49:00.000-07:002009-05-02T12:52:56.129-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdLd2lWWps/SfykP4bcz2I/AAAAAAAABBk/JCQVT5ISwwQ/s1600-h/20090401_1698.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdLd2lWWps/SfykP4bcz2I/AAAAAAAABBk/JCQVT5ISwwQ/s320/20090401_1698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331316651652337506" border="0" /></a>I had a rough day at the office chasing birds and lizards. Now how do I turn this damn thing on??<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617828376027542812-9049621657753847602?l=trixisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Steve and Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12449214435075102905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617828376027542812.post-87387587104580568422009-03-31T16:51:00.000-07:002009-03-31T17:04:48.450-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdLd2lWWps/SdKs_7PYqnI/AAAAAAAABA4/z_rncUWPMQY/s1600-h/trixi-bw2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdLd2lWWps/SdKs_7PYqnI/AAAAAAAABA4/z_rncUWPMQY/s320/trixi-bw2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319504324111936114" border="0" /></a>"This is great! Nobody can see me behind this huge tree!"<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617828376027542812-8738758710458056842?l=trixisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Steve and Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12449214435075102905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617828376027542812.post-31426876965587846982009-03-29T21:38:00.000-07:002009-03-29T21:46:14.251-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdLd2lWWps/SdBNfnwspSI/AAAAAAAABAw/78t6ClWyX_M/s1600-h/DSC_0160.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdLd2lWWps/SdBNfnwspSI/AAAAAAAABAw/78t6ClWyX_M/s320/DSC_0160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318836365569074466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is what happens to you if you make me mad. I told you before that Luci will often try to push my buttons... Well this is what happens if you push me too far. (Notice Daisy cowering in fear in the background)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617828376027542812-3142687696558784698?l=trixisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Steve and Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12449214435075102905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617828376027542812.post-30110986980866038862009-03-29T15:32:00.000-07:002009-03-29T21:37:47.159-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdLd2lWWps/SdAASTLe3lI/AAAAAAAAA9k/fJTeJ5UILTE/s1600-h/20090325_1361.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdLd2lWWps/SdAASTLe3lI/AAAAAAAAA9k/fJTeJ5UILTE/s320/20090325_1361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318751474310635090" border="0" /></a><br />So this is what being a skunk feels like...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617828376027542812-3011098698086603886?l=trixisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Steve and Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12449214435075102905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2617828376027542812.post-50345204207066436282009-03-29T11:49:00.000-07:002009-03-29T13:18:26.272-07:00<a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdLd2lWWps/Sc_DREFZnEI/AAAAAAAAA00/C9zYXTIWrto/s1600-h/IMG_1274.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdLd2lWWps/Sc_DREFZnEI/AAAAAAAAA00/C9zYXTIWrto/s320/IMG_1274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318684382869429314" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">So here I am hanging out on the screen</span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">. It's my screen so it's ok. Actually, everything is mine so I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. I'm the ruler of my house, yard, parents, dogs... hell, the entire neighborhood. If it wasn't for me, this place would fall apart. I keep the world in order. So I guess I'm the ruler of the world also. </span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">This is my world- Trixi's World- and you all live in it because I allow you to. If you don't know who I am yet, you will...oh yes, you will. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><br />In case you can't tell from t</span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">his picture, I'm a medium haired calico. I'm gorgeous - just look at that picture on the right on my main page. Look at it! But beauty is only one of my many qualities. I'm also quite brilliant - and even benevolent and caring to those that please and obey me. But if you cross me...God help you. Well, just ask any of those three bitches that live with me. </span><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">-Trixi... meowt</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdLd2lWWps/Sc_KtODKPwI/AAAAAAAAA1M/_3jQLK5CsCI/s1600-h/IMG_15572006.09.02.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2gdLd2lWWps/Sc_KtODKPwI/AAAAAAAAA1M/_3jQLK5CsCI/s320/IMG_15572006.09.02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318692563162119938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">See, this is what happens if you cross me. Just look at the fear on her stupid face. Peasant. This one's name is Luci. You'll see much more of her as she's always a target of my rage.</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2617828376027542812-5034520420706643628?l=trixisblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Steve and Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12449214435075102905noreply@blogger.com0