Goodbye, sweet Peepers

My fat little Peepers is gone. She came to me as a rescue, along with her cagemate, Beaky, about May 2006. Their full story is located here.

Generally, in the mornings before I leave for work, I give all of my gliders their morning mealies. The morning of the 26th was no exception. I was waiting on Peepers to move her fat little butt, but she was sleeping in. I checked her pouch, and she was all curled up, sleeping, or so I thought, I wondered why she didn't fuss at me, and I pulled her out of her pouch. She was cold, but still limp, so I think she just passed in her sleep. Beaky was snuggled up in the other pouch, crabbing her head off, when I went to check on her.

One thing I did notice is that all of my gliders had been getting up a little earlier the past couple of nights (bad weather, maybe, and we have yet another snow day today). I noticed Peepers was really drinking a lot of water, and I thought that kind of strange, but she seemed fine in every other way: She was her normal frisky fat little self. I'd played with her the night before, and she seemed fine. She and Beaky had gobbled their HPW down and licked their plates clean, and all seemed well.

The only thing that I can figure is that this was just old age. When I picked up the girls two summers ago from a ferret rescue organization (who didn't know much about gliders, and they were seeking to find a glider rescue operation in Columbus, Ohio), I contacted them and I told them that although I was not a licensed rescue facility, that I had gliders, and that I would see to it they'd get the best of care. The lady who had had them said they were previously owned by a college boy, I think she said, and that he'd surrendered his ferrets to her as well. She knew they were older when she got them, and she believed they were about 7.5 - 8.5 years old, and I've had them for two years. She wanted to place them in a glider knowledgeable home, and her one concern was that, since they were so old, that one would pass away and leave the other one lonely. Sadly, that happened, here, on February 26th. I do have other gliders, and I will see if I can introduce another girl to Beaky so that she won't be lonely. Only time will tell how this will work out.

Beaky has a very strong tendency to overgroom her eyebrows, but otherwise, she is a small, but feisty little girl, but Peepers was the total opposite. Peepers was a fat little lovebug, and she loved crawling around all over the floor. I'd taken Peepers to my vet to have her all checked out because she had a funny eye, which I thought might have been a cataract, but he said it was a "droopy third eyelid" kind of like a, stretched out tear duct. Well, you can see it in her photo below. She didn't really see too well this past year, and I'd noticed I'd have to handfeed her the mealies by tickling her nose with it, then, she'd reach out and grab them and gobble them right down.

She was a good old girl, and her cagemate, Beaky, is going to be lonely. I never was able to successfully introduce them to my other gliders - as a pair. If one would get along with another pair, then, the other wouldn't. Beaky was actually attacked once, by Oliver, and she went through a long period of rehab. Again, all of that is posted on here as well.

For now, Beaky is getting all the lovin' I can give her, including extra food for comfort. I'm kind of undecided as to what to do. Since I have over 20 gliders, I can maybe pull another girl out from another cage, but I'm not sure if that's so cool because I have bonded colonies, and I don't want to make any of those gliders unhappy. I just don't want Beaky lonely. I'll have to think long and hard on that to see what I can do there.

I never did know if Beaky and Peepers were sisters, mother and daughter, or unrelateds, but Peepers is at peace now, and she was my good old girl. She was pretty laid back, but she had NO PATIENCE for other gliders. She was as lovable as could be to us, but she just didn't like being around, or with, the others. I was kinda surprised, but she'd CHASE them when we had supervised playtime, and that would stop everything. That fat little girl could really move, and I found that very surprising because she just seemed like she'd rather not.

Good-bye Peepers. We will miss you... very much.

My Little Beaky Is Gone

WARNING:This entry is difficult for me to write, and it will be even harder for you to read because it is a very graphic description of a glider's passing. My beloved little Beaky.

I started to make a reply to Tammy's thread, about a blind glider. To read that story, you must be a member of Southeast Sugar Gliders. I realized this was too much information to add to her thread about her special boy, and I did not want to detract attention from her post.

Keep in mind, this is all very recent to me, because I just lost my Beaky, at approximately 4:30 this morning.

Though I have not had any blind gliders here, I have had an issue with a glider who constantly overgroomed her little eyebrows/forehead. What I'm about to say is painful, but, for anyone who has an overgrooming glider, while you are going to the vet, ask him/her to really check out the glider's overall health. Beaky was constantly pulling at her eyebrows, too. She had from the time I had her.

Let me explain: Beaky was constantly overgrooming. I just believed it to be a sign of stress, or a kind of nervousness, on her part. She had always been that way, her previous keeper had told me. Other than that, though she was a small glider who came to me as a rescue back in May 2006 (I think it was), but she was always very energetic, spritely, and a tough little fighter of a gal. She and I have been through a lot in our three years together (I got her when she was about 7.5 years old), and she came to me through a ferret rescuer who did not know how to care for gliders. Her previous owner had just dropped her (and her partner off). Her entire story is posted elsewhere, here, in this blog. Simply do a search for "Beaky" in the upper left-hand corner to access my archives.

There, for awhile, after Beaky's cagemate, Peepers, passed away (again, Peeper's story is also documented on in this blog), Beaky had stopped overgrooming. At that time, I thought all was well, and maybe having been with Peepers for such a long time was her source of stress (but since I'd been told that they'd been together for their entire lives, I was hesitant to separate them, given their ages). Peepers was a very gentle glider, though. A jumbo cuddle-bug. I was told they had always been together, and when I took her in, I did so under the agreement that they were to be in a home where there would be other gliders - just in case one would pass - the other one would not be left alone. I kept that promise.

Not long after Peepers passed, then, Beaky started up with the overgrooming again. For Beaky, this was just what I believed to be her normal routine. That might sound bad, but she came to me that way, and even with a balanced diet, plenty of exercise, and companionship, she persisted. I just took this behavior to be just that: a nervous behavior. Maybe it was, but maybe it wasn't. I'll never know, now.

Bad things started happening here just around Christmas break for me and my gliders. Well, this is so hard to discuss (because there have been multiple issues in other areas, too), but we had taken her to the vet, and he checked her out. At first, I thought this problem was an abscess that he just could drain, and then she'd be okay again. I had one glider with an abscess before (my Bill), and it looked exactly the same (by the way, Bill is fine, and he has been, ever since). However, my vet said this was not an abscess: it was an eye infection, and he gave her an eye ointment. We'd been treating her for some time, but it wasn't doing her any good.

I called my vet back to see if he could give her some kind of shot - something stronger - because she would fight like the dickens when we tried to give her her medicine. However, he said that given her age and her condition (he said she seemed emaciated on her last visit) that he was hesitant to do that. Emaciated? My Beaky? That little thing ate like a beast, every night. She was always a small glider, but she was always up and ready for her food, first, every night. He said he was too afraid that he could overdose her. I respected his opinion (because she was an old girl), and he has treated all of my pets, very well, since I was 16, but her eye got worse. I called him back, and I asked if we could just remove her eye (because it was beginning to swell). That was risky, he said, but he said he wasn't sure if she could withstand the anesthesia, and also that he wasn't sure if her eye would properly heal (seal itself), and that it would be a difficult operation. He wasn't entirely sure that it could be done, but I told him that I had heard of one-eyed gliders (and I remembered Bourbon's "One-Eyed Jack"). I just couldn't remember Jack's details, if that eye loss was a result of trauma, or a surgery.

Anyway, I tended to her the best that I could, but finally, it was just too much. Her eye ruptured last night (her right eye), and I held her, cupped in my hands, to keep her warm, and right until the end, she was my feisty little girl. I kept her warm. I offered her water (as just droplets), as she could process them, and a little bit of HPW when she could take it. I never forced anything on her. I just followed her lead. Allowing her to decide when, and if, she could take anything. I just carefully fed her last night, with a syringe. Just droplets at a time. There, for awhile, she wiggled free (she was laying cupped in my hand), and she'd crawl up my arm, and I'd place her back down on the coffee table, where she'd wiggle her little butt over to her food bowl. She was weak, but she loved her food bowl. I wanted her to know that it was there for her, as always. I also squeezed out a bit of corn "goo" and let her taste it. Then, after some time, a little pea "goo" - and she held it in her mouth (almost defiantly), as if she were saying, "My food!" However, I removed it, very carefully, so that she wouldn't choke on it when I saw that she couldn't chew it. She was trying, but she was so weak. All told, she had about 3 cc of HPW last night, over an extended period of time.

Again, after some time, and we did this off and on all night, I offered her some water, and she was fighting so hard to stay with me. She wrapped her little arms and legs around my thumb, where I kept it, lightly placed, on her tummy (to help keep her warm). She held on as long as she could. Cuddling. Her little hands were holding onto me.

In the end... she passed, cupped in my hands, where I tried to keep her warm and as comfortable as possible. It was all that I could do for her.

Now, I wonder, all of this time that she had been overgrooming, was there something in, or behind her eyes, that was troubling her? Something the vet could not see? I will never know. I've thought about a necropsy, but I don't have the funds for that at this time. I have a surgery coming up, soon, for myself. However, Beaky is not buried yet. She is prepared, though. The ground outside is frozen solid. It's going to be hard to do. We've been out of school for a week because of the bad weather. Still, it must be done, somehow. If the vet had been open last night, I'd have had her there, but I know there wasn't anything else that he could have done, short of putting her down, so that she wouldn't have suffered any longer. We had already discussed all of the options that we had available to us, here, in a small town.

Beaky was a tough old girl, and she had a good life while we were together, but, hindsight is 20-20. Maybe she knew something that my vet and I didn't. He had carefully examined her before giving her the ointment. Maybe that is why she was constantly pulling at her eyebrows - maybe that is why gliders overgroom. There could be something "beyond" - or deep inside them - that bothers them - something that can't be seen.

I don't know if Beaky's story will any other gliders or not, but I owe it to my Beaky to share her story with others whose gliders may face a similar situation.

I will miss Beaky. She was a tough old girl. She was my girl.

In a related post, one that will be forthcoming, at one point, I had tried to introduce Beaky & Peepers to another pair, my Reese & Oliver. Oliver attacked Beaky (and that story is posted here in my blog, too). However, Reese "adopted" Beaky, and one of my favorite memories is of Reese taking little Beaky "under her wing" and letting Beaky "ride in the wheel" as she, Reese, powered the thing.

Those two were buddies. Had Reese not receive that nasty mating wound, my plan was to move Reese back into Beaky's cage (with Beaky's new partner, Snitch, who is another rescue that I had taken in some time ago - so that Beaky would not be alone). Again, I was trying to keep my promise to Beaky's previous caretaker.

*deep sigh*

That's all I have for now.

Sneaky, speedy, Beaky!!

Well, well, I have permission to eat all I want today because I have already had my morning workout. You see, first thing in the morning, I give all my gliders their "morning mealies." Beaky had some issues earlier in the year, when we had an unsuccessful introduction (Beaky and Peepers meet Oliver and Reese), and Oliver attacked her. For the longest time, she wasn't using her hand, and her little left arm was dragging by her side. The vet said nothing was broken, but that Oliver had likely just caused her to be sore... well, she was, for awhile. However, you can't keep a good glider down, and before long, after lots of little circular massages, and lots of extra attention, my little Beaky was eating her food with BOTH hands like a hungry little piggy.

So today, I was happy to snuggle these two, and Beaky wanted to come out and play. GO BEAKY! She climbed all over me, jumped over onto my hammered dulcimer, where she ate a papaya treat, and then bounded over to my lace curtains, and she scaled them like a pro "Hey, ma, you can't get me, lookie here, see where I am?" and she zipped round and round... having the time of her life... you should have seen her bouncing across the floor, just like a little jackrabbit on steroids!!! GO BEAKY!!! WAITTTTTTTT... not into the kitchen!!!

Dammit, I had forgotten to close my "glider doors" and there she went... I was fast after her with my fat little Peepers still lazing away in her pouch... Beaky was zinging everywhere! I'd get close, and she'd zing left... I'd chase her some more, and she'd bank right.... Dammit... she went right under the modified Suncoast cage stand that I use to house all of my projects... dammit, if she gets in THERE... I am had (she'll hide in -- how many YARDS of fleece?). Thankfully, she is a curious little monkey, and she zings over to my brass baker's rack, and there, she's cornered -- unless she sneaks UNDER it, oh nooooooo, please, God, don't let her do that, I can't reach her...

I quickly lay their pouch down before her, while Peepers is STILL gnawing on her papaya treat, and Beaky looks in and says "Scoot over, please."

Gawd... Beaky, you little wigglebutt, you!! Thanks for the workout, which means I get another slice of mom's home-made pumpkin pie!

Gliders, what would we do without them?

Welcome home, Beaky and Peepers!

I just took in two rescues yesterday, two girls, Beaky and Peepers. The girls are estimated (by the lady I got them from) to be about seven years old. The lady who had them is a foster home for a ferret rescue organization in Columbus, Ohio: Heart of Ohio Ferret Association and Rescue. She joined our Ohio Sugar Gliders group, and made her post asking if there were a glider rescue facility in Ohio. The only one that I knew of was Dottie Schira's Out of Love Sugar Glider Rescue up around the Cleveland area, but that was a good three to four hours drive to place a rescue, and I wasn't sure if they would be able to make connections. Since I live only an hour away from Columbus, I contacted this lady, and I picked the girls up late yesterday afternoon.

The girls are reserved, but friendly. No offers to bite. Right now, I have them in a separate room so they can adjust to a new home. I totally cleaned and disinfected their toys, water bottles, and cage, and I will be making them some new pouches.



What we know: The gliders have been in three homes prior to "the ferret lady's home." So, I am now the fifth home. Since they are older, I am just trying to keep them as stable, happy, and healthy as I can.

We don't know which one is which, and they don't appear to know their names (but only a few of mine do).

One of them appears to have some hair loss around the eyes, and the other, has a "bad eye" and I am not sure why that is. Her right eye has a white spot in it, so I don't know if that is a cataract or the result of some old injury. Both are quite agile, but one is heavier than the other. I don't know if they are mother/daughter, sisters, or two un-relateds.

I am going to call Peepers the one who has the bad eye, and Beaky is the little one. I'll post up pictures when I can.

By the time we got home last night, all I could do was offer them some BML and veggies. They were fed one Mazuri biscuit soaked in apple juice every day, dried fruits, and peas before I got them. The first thing I will do is improve their diet. I trimmed a few of their nails last night, and let them settle in.

UPDATE: Beaky and Peepers

Well, well, well, lookie who is eating their yums all gone and being good! Beaky and Peepers! I've been following Bourbon's and Cycy's advice, and these two little rescues are settling in nicely. Here's their plate. See, no leftovers!

Last night, I gave each of them a "full size" portion" of their BML and veggies, and they made like Houdini and "made it disappear."

We began by limiting them to just a few select veggies and smaller servings of BML. I would offer them BML, served as a licky treat, once in the morning, and then again in the afternoon, to build trust and familiarity with this new diet. This is an excellent procedure, and it aids in the bonding process, too. Beaky is still a little crabby, but Peeper has a "take me, hold me, feed me, and LOVE me" philosophy!

For more information on the BML Diet and bonding tips... and introducing gliders, check out All 4 Gliders.

Thank you, Bourbon and Cycy for your endless support in helping me get these little rescues all settled in.

PS: Thanks to Sugeebaby, Tmarie, and Anita... these little girls (and my other gliders, too!) have a new Stealth Wheel to play in this evening.

I love the sugar glider community... I'd be lost without them. Thank you ALL for all that you have done...

Lestat, the brat, is on the prowl!

It's a lovely Saturday morning in my little house, and I thought I'd sleep in. Ha! Lovely thought, but not a reality! John had to go to work early this morning, and I heard him thumping around, so I got up to see him off, and I went right back to bed. Sprout was still sleeping like a log, and, at this point, my odds of sleeping in for up to another two hours was looking pretty good. But, no sooner than my head hit the pillow and I got all snuggled back into my warm little spot, I heard it. Fussing. Glider fussing. Crab, spit, spat, splunk. OK, I had to see what the matter was, so I got back up to check out the situation.

Beaky is stuffing her little face, and she's being a good girl. Sinbad's Sweeties are all angels (as are Herbie and Callie, who sleep in my room); BooBoo's Bunch is still pouched; The Sugi Dynasty is all hunkered into one corner of their cage (trying like the dickens to see what is going on in the cage next door in EITHER the Victor and Viggo cage OR the trio's cage), and Victor and Viggo look calm, but curious, and they are in the top corner of their cage looking up. That kinda narrowed it down: Someone is mad in Magnus, Lestat, and Louis's cage. Hmm. What could be going on?

For whatever reason, Louis and Lestat are mad at Magnus, and they chased my pretty little man around the cage. I had to break them up if I was going to TRY to go back to sleep (temporary cage was at the ready, just in case). Now, these are sons of Sinbad, and Magnus is the spitting image of his daddy, and just as cute and lovable, but since they woke me up, I decided there would be no mealies for these little oinkers until I could get Magnus out since they were all being such weenie heads. Now, mind you, there's no meanness here amongst these boys, just noise, and they were making enough noise to keep me from going back to sleep. I take sleep very important, you know. As I opened the door, with my pouch in hand (from Auntie Amie - Khyricat), all three boys fell in love with that pouch and started playing with the shoulder strap. Silly boys! They weren't really mad, just restless, and evidently, ALL working together to keep me from sleeping in!

I reached in to get Magnus, and Lestat jumped out! Poooof! He went right over to Reese and Oliver's cage and looked in at them. Reese doesn't care, she's laid back, but that set Oliver off (Oliver is always too easily excited), and then, Lestat zoomed up to look into Sugi's cage, and that made ALL of them mad (they're my first glider colony, and they know THEY are "the stuff"). As I reached for him, Lestat jumped over to Beaky's cage, who just looked at him with the oddest little expression like, "Little Dude, what's wrong with ya? Ya lost, little pal?", and she lost interest in him and then returned to her food bowl. Lestat, intrigued by this nonchalance, looked a little closer at her, and then jumped to the other side of her cage and she stopped eating and went over to look at him, closely. They sat that way for about five minutes, and since she had recently lost her mate, I just watched them. Normally, Beaky is kinda bossy, and I was stunned that she'd not given him a "good old-fashioned talkin' to" (because she's done that with every other glider, but Reese), and I thought, "Hmm. If I were to neuter him... could he be her cage buddy?" (since she'd recently lost her cagemate, Peepers), and just as quickly I dropped that notion, since he's not a year old yet (and even neutered, the mating instinct is still there, and Beaky doesn't need that annoyance/risk), I discounted that notion because she IS a senior citizen, at close to 10 years old.

Anyway, Lestat bounced off (he's a floor monkey) and over to my writing desk, and then he scampered over to my bar globe and rested near my rum. The little bugger! That made it impossible to get to him without waking up Sprout, because her Big Circus Exer-Saucer was right in front of it, and her crib is right there, too!

So, here I sit, waiting for that little boogerhead to come out of that area. I'm NOT going to wake up Evey in order to get to Lestat. He has me right where he wants me, and he's having the time of his little life.

Magnus and Louis are snugged back up, so now I know who the stinker was. I'm going to make a pot of coffee and wait this little bugger out. When I do get my hands on him, I am so going to noogie his little head, and then he will be pouched with me, all day, lol, and I'm gonna rub his tummy until - he decides to LET me.

Life with gliders is NEVER dull! Here we are after he decided to pouch himself (ok, so I motivated him a little). We're all snuggled up in our chair now. Ahh... what a peaceful Saturday morning - now!

WOO HOO! Great news - all the way around!

The neuterings: BooBoo and Charlie

The boys went in for their morning "snip" and are well-rested. Both are doing absolutely fine with ZERO complications. Just the way things should be. Both were offered an afternoon mealie treat because that seemed only proper. I asked my vet how they did, and BooBoo was a total sweetheart. No problems at all. Not even a crab; however, little Charlie, haha, oh dear! I was told that he had quite a lot to say, and that he crabbed his little head off. No nips, no bites. He just didn't want to be bothered, haha. My poor little guy... anyway, all is well for the boys!

The rescues: Beaky and Peepers

Even more good news! Wow, this has been a truly wonderful day! Last night, I offered the girls their BML as a licky treat, and I handed them each a BML-dipped pea. They LOVED that! I held them awhile, and (yes, I know, I am probably spoiling them) then I offered them a BML-dipped nip of corn, and they loved that, too! When I checked their plate this morning - it was nearly clean. YES!!! They are eating, and they are being cute and lovable to boot.

The Escape Artist: White Fang

Well, well, our newest puppy let himself out for a romp this morning. We caught him outside his kennel taking a leisurely morning stretch out by the recently felled catawpa tree (we still need to saw that one up, but the chainsaw is "frozen" - we think the clutch slipped or something). There he was, in all of his majestic fuzziness... all sprawled out... lazily staring at us as we had our morning coffee. White Fang. Silly boy. Before John left for work, he walked Mr. Fang back up to his kennel/den, checked and repaird his escape hatch, and then went off to work.

Well, well... just as I was just getting ready to leave to pick the boys up from the vet's office, who did I see sitting out on the back porch? Mr. Fang, who had, once again, liberated himself. Well, now what is a girl to do? I had to get the boys, and Fang does not "ride nicely" so taking him with me was not an option (not without a giant crate). I knew that if I were to put him back in his kennel/den that he would only get out the same way he just had... and I didn't have time to go investigate the barn and FIX the darned place. Since I was only going 10 miles away, and I knew I'd be back within the half hour, I staked him out near the back porch free and clear of any entanglements, and I told him to be a good boy. I picked up the boys, hurried home, and as I pulled in the driveway, I didn't see Fang anywhere. Boy, was I mad! I thought, "Great, now what I am going to do? Drive up and down the road and call out for the sil---" . . . and there he was. Mr. Fang, ever the dutiful son, was all sprawled out on the back porch! I was so thrilled to see him that I bounced out of the car and gave him a good old-fashioned belly rubbing!

All of my furry kids make mom so proud!

John came home, and once again, repaired this last "escape hatch," which was a totally different Fangism... my little fellow is an engineer! He's remodeling his den, but, for now, all is well!

Beaky and Peepers playing hardball...

My two newest gliders are being "tough little cookies" because they aren't eating well. Granted, they are rescues, and I would expect some "settling in" issues; afterall, they have a whole new setting, etc. They were on the Mazuri diet before my bringing them home, and I was told they loved peas and dried fruit, but I wanted to get them on a more balanced diet - but they are resisting, which is surprising to me since all of my other gliders readily took to the BML diet.

To recap: I brought them home Saturday, June 17th, and I offered them each one tablespoon of BML and one tablespoon of veggies. Virtually nothing had been touched when I checked their bowls on Sunday. Hmm. Ok, just settling in, I would expect "not clearing the plate for maybe a day or two."

Sunday, June 18th was Father's Day; so, I went to visit with my parents, and I left them alone to settle in (knowing that I would be gone only a few hours). That night, I offered them the same diet, and I hoped for better results and went to bed.

Monday, June 19th. Time for me to attend my professional development coursework, and I knew I would be gone all day. I went into their room to check on them, and lo and behold... what do I see in their foodbowls? Almost ALL of what I had left there the night before. A few "spitballs" indicated they had "tasted" their food, but "passed" on the rest. Not good, but, they have been through a major change; still, I was beginning to worry - these little girls needed to eat! So, before leaving for the morning, I offered a Mazuri biscuit, one each, soaked in apple juice, and I left for the day, and I hoped for the best. When I got home, I went in to check on their bowls, and although the biscuits had broken down in the juice... virtually nothing had been touched. Ok, this is really not good; so, I offered them a few mealworms (mealies). Those girls inhaled those mealies in no time flat! OK, at least they had something in their little tummies, but that was a start.

Now, time gets a little messed up with me (and to those of you who know me well, I can hear you laughing, so "shhh"), and this week has been a little "odd." I've had some medical issues of my own, which were a little scary, but, hey, bottom line, I'm ok (I had an EKG, an oxygen test, and I still need the chest x-ray, blah, blah, blah). Anyway, as best I can recall - this is "their diet journal."

Last night, I am chatting with a close friend about these dietary woes, and so we thought we would try a reduced amount of BML and veggies. They are "nibbling at" their food, but still not eating it all. I find this really strange because ALL of my other gliders have gobbled down their BML and have not been nearly as fussy as these two girls.

So, here's a picture of last night's dinner leftovers. I have not offered them anything before leaving today. No Mazuri, no mealies, no "nothing" now that sounds harsh, but we are hoping that this new strategy will get the girls to eating what is good for them.

Beaky and Peepers with the munchies...

Meet the girls!




I'm so proud of these girls! They are doing so much better with their dietary changes, and they love their BML licky treats, and their "BML veggie dip" (which is nothing more than me dipping a pea into the BML and handing it over). Here are a few pix of this delightful little duo!

If my gliders were humans... they'd be:

Wow, since I am world famous for my crazy ideas, I don't know why I have never pondered this one before! Thanks to my pal, CD, out in Illinois, for starting this interesting thought process - perfect for a Saturday morning over coffee!!

Apartment A:
1. Tink would be Joan Jett
2. Sugi would be Barry White
3. Loki would be Carol Brady
4. Cady would be Buffy the Mealie Slayer
5. Colby would be Shannan Daugherty (sp?)

Apartment B:
6. Bill would be Walter Matthau (of Grumpy Old Men)
7. Evey would be Mae West
8. Meg would be The Princess Bride
9. BooBoo would be Johnny Depp, nah, Conway Twitty, as in "I'd Love to Lay You Down") courtesy of John, our Resident Glider Talk Therapist
10. Victor would be Dr. Frankenstein
11. Viggo would be Enrique Iglesias

Apartment C:
12. Harley would be (John said Archie Bunker, and I smacked him) Um... Harley would be... David Lee Roth
13. Holden would be Mr. Smooth... he's quiet and keeps the girls to himself
14. AnnaBear would be Momma Cass (Elliot)
15. Baby B would be BOURBON - IN GLIDER FORM!! to those who are not in "Glider World" - Bourbon is an incredible PERSON - not a drink

Apartment D:
16. Reese would be Garbo
17. Oliver would be (John said Anthony Perkins - and I smacked him - again. Let's say Quentin Taratino, since he loves me better...

Apartment E:
18. Kie would be Brando (not because he's big, but because he's smooth, he's suave... and he's mellow - unless he sees a mealie)
19. Kiely would be Demi Moore in "Charlie's Angel's: Full Throttle" -- now that she is re-habbed - she's kickin' butt and takin' names! I am very happy to see this little girl turn around! :)
20. Charlie would be Charlie Sheen, ever the HOTTIE BAD BOY! Too cute for his own good...

and lastly, my newest editions:

Apartment F:
21. Beaky would be Joan Rivers... fuss, fuss, fuss.... and
22. Peepers... Delta Burke

There we have it, brought to you, by yours truly... CGARNES... the Fairy Godmother *pooof*