I've actually found some Vernors (reasonably priced) at my local Stater Bros. Grocery store - on Towne Avenue in Claremont California. Not only can I choose from Diet or Regular, but I can get bottles, cans or 2 liter bottles!
Now I'm trying to compile "Vernors Sightings". Feel free to add yours here.
Elizibeth Seering spotted some Vernors at the Wakefiled Kroger in Wake Forest, NC. http://yankeebelle.wordpress.com/2007/06/16/oh-vernors-how-i-love-thee/
Monday, July 30, 2007
OK, It's not just about soda (read: pop) any more...
So, I started this blog quite a long while back with the intention of spreading the word about a fantastic, vintage, but long forgotten soda that I've grown to absolutely love. As you've no doubt read, it's really not just about the soda any more.
Life takes one on very interesting turns from time to time. Eventually we always get back to the road we were origninally on having enjoyed (or been pissed of at) the detour.
So is the state of my blog these days. It started as a means to literally Save Vernors from either disappearing or moving into the "gourmet soda" category. All that means is that it becomes more expensive. Lately, however, I've interjected some personal feelings and issues that haven't really related to the issue.
The good news is that it's time to get back to the task at hand. And this is really good news. Six months ago, searches on Google for "vernors" left me with very few - if any results. Today, there's over 2100 mentions in the blog space! http://blogsearch.google.com/blogsearch?hl=en&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&tab=wb&q=vernors&btnG=Search+Blogs
I doubt if I have contributed to any of these, but I try.
Life takes one on very interesting turns from time to time. Eventually we always get back to the road we were origninally on having enjoyed (or been pissed of at) the detour.
So is the state of my blog these days. It started as a means to literally Save Vernors from either disappearing or moving into the "gourmet soda" category. All that means is that it becomes more expensive. Lately, however, I've interjected some personal feelings and issues that haven't really related to the issue.
The good news is that it's time to get back to the task at hand. And this is really good news. Six months ago, searches on Google for "vernors" left me with very few - if any results. Today, there's over 2100 mentions in the blog space! http://blogsearch.google.com/blogsearch?hl=en&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&tab=wb&q=vernors&btnG=Search+Blogs
I doubt if I have contributed to any of these, but I try.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Dreaming
I had a dream about poor Murhpy boy last night. I was sitting out on the patio and here he comes, just waddling out of the bushes.
I am beginning to feel a little better, but I still have trouble. I'm not really interested in cleaning up the kitchen, I'm having a hard time sleeping, and don't even ask about getting the other cats more food. That was the sound that used to get Murphy to come out of hiding and be seen - even when nothing else worked.
The good news is that is has been a whole 24 hours since I've cried.
I am beginning to feel a little better, but I still have trouble. I'm not really interested in cleaning up the kitchen, I'm having a hard time sleeping, and don't even ask about getting the other cats more food. That was the sound that used to get Murphy to come out of hiding and be seen - even when nothing else worked.
The good news is that is has been a whole 24 hours since I've cried.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
My Broken Heart...
It's been quite a long time since I've posted here. Too busy to be bothered I guess. Today is different. My heart is broken.
I returned from a fantastic weekend away only to find my beloved cat, Murphy, half-concious, but alive. My inital reaction was that he was choking on a hairball, so I stuck my finger down his throat to dislodge the object - only to suffer a couple of really nasty bites. No luck there.
Chris and I then rushed him to the vet hospital only to lose him on the drive. Riding in the car still haunts me. I can't seem to lose the image of his poor lifeless eyes that no longer recognized me.
I'm trying to get on with my life, doing the everyday tasks that one does, but it's not working. I'm racking my memory, looking for some sign that I missed, something I could have done differently to create a different outcome. Did he come out from under the bed at all on Friday while I was packing? Wasn't there lots of extra food already in the dish when I added more? Should I have asked my parents to check on them while we were gone?
The rational side of my brain knows that no matter what I may have done differently, chances are the outcome would have been the same. Unfortunately, the emotional side of my mind isn't paying any attention to that logic.
I expect that it will take me several weeks before I feel a little more normal again. Before I stop picking up little tufts of fur to keep on my nightstand. Several more weeks before I stop thinking I can feel his tail brush up against my legs. Several more weeks before I can look at his objects and places around the house without feeling really, really sad.
The worst thought occurred to me just this morning. Despite our more than 11 years together, I don't even have one single picture of the two of us together. I don't even have a digital picture that I can add to this post.
I feel most sad for my other two cats that loved Murphy so much. Thankfully, poor Kanga has stopped wandering through the house looking for him - although he's still very lonely. He overcomes his fear and even ventures out into the living room when we're home, just to be near us.
Oh my poor Murphy-Smurf, we all miss you so much.
I returned from a fantastic weekend away only to find my beloved cat, Murphy, half-concious, but alive. My inital reaction was that he was choking on a hairball, so I stuck my finger down his throat to dislodge the object - only to suffer a couple of really nasty bites. No luck there.
Chris and I then rushed him to the vet hospital only to lose him on the drive. Riding in the car still haunts me. I can't seem to lose the image of his poor lifeless eyes that no longer recognized me.
I'm trying to get on with my life, doing the everyday tasks that one does, but it's not working. I'm racking my memory, looking for some sign that I missed, something I could have done differently to create a different outcome. Did he come out from under the bed at all on Friday while I was packing? Wasn't there lots of extra food already in the dish when I added more? Should I have asked my parents to check on them while we were gone?
The rational side of my brain knows that no matter what I may have done differently, chances are the outcome would have been the same. Unfortunately, the emotional side of my mind isn't paying any attention to that logic.
I expect that it will take me several weeks before I feel a little more normal again. Before I stop picking up little tufts of fur to keep on my nightstand. Several more weeks before I stop thinking I can feel his tail brush up against my legs. Several more weeks before I can look at his objects and places around the house without feeling really, really sad.
The worst thought occurred to me just this morning. Despite our more than 11 years together, I don't even have one single picture of the two of us together. I don't even have a digital picture that I can add to this post.
I feel most sad for my other two cats that loved Murphy so much. Thankfully, poor Kanga has stopped wandering through the house looking for him - although he's still very lonely. He overcomes his fear and even ventures out into the living room when we're home, just to be near us.
Oh my poor Murphy-Smurf, we all miss you so much.
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