Saturday, April 16, 2016

This Time, a Bit of Gratuitous Sweetness in Life...

Just as we were getting tired of candy-assed posts about saccharine things that might hurt some feelings were they listed more specifically, this across a friend's timeline. Because it's got funny mixed in, it was too good not to share.,,20981907_20994993,00.html

Friday, April 15, 2016


This is Stewie, who's record breaking for his size, but maybe more important due to his work as a therapy animal.

Our Cheetah looks like this but a far cry from this handsomeness and he might weigh a few pounds more. (Kidding on that last, but barely)

And now...a completely gratuitous photograph of utter cuteness.

This is Augustus the Young. The mixed breed whatchamacallit pup that we're pretty sure Rex helped pick out for the kids from Rainbow Bridge.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Whole Lotta Love

A brand new amigo on FB had this posted to his page and I'm passing it along.

Two cats playing cellos to "Whole Lotta Love".

I'll be shocked if it's everybody's cup of tea, but daaaaang: We thought it was top shelf, y'all.

Puppeh in the HOOUUUSSSEE

Some folks we love lost their wonderful dog last month. Because they have young children - but not too young for a puppy - and no other pets, let's just say there has been an even bigger void in their lives than they anticipated.

Drumroll, please... ..

Today Daddy brought this little guy home.

Like they'll need a cute permit.



That widdle bottom.

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

It's Right Over Here!

Just in case. Some men have difficulty finding the Klimt.

(I'm soooo sorry. HA. Can't remember the last time I wrote a fine arts pun. And pleeeeease. Please: Don't anyone post about the literal or figurative nature of the pun subject. I swear. It's just a silly pun. Which is redundant, but those things nonetheless. Merci, merci.)

Presents Out of the Blue

This cool little vase is a good enough reason to cut these long stemmed roses down to a few inches so they'll fit here. This rose bush grows them about two feet long and their fragrance is stronger than all the other roses put together.

Thank you, Matthew B for my hummingbird vase. It's always in view.

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Love. Over. Time.

Siesta while we vacuum.

Monday, April 11, 2016

Still Life With Vet Meds or Wabi Sabi Mommy Happy House

A while ago, we were readying the nighttime med doses for the furry ones when we heard the tiniest if noises... Really tiny.

We reckon that, in some parallel universe, that the sound of rose petals landing on pill bottles may be deafening.

But here? Hey, we were tickled we heard it at all. (Things you appreciate as you age #4,211)

The last petal landed in that sliver of a second you feel your eyeball brake. Then things got reeeaaally slow, a most inadvertent Proust impression going on.

But it was good because...

Right before that, we were thinking about flaws. The most disgruntling variety: our own. Enormous ones, natch. Those clowns are usually sitting in a corner reading some trashy magazine waiting to be called to the fight.

But smaller flaw recognition was rising. Less distant ones. The tiny failings and flailings of stuff that needs straightening, tightening, done better, faster, more cheerfully, etc. We know the drill. Flat-out: The little ones in a gang are vicious.

But suddenly, in that moment between this and that o'clock, in that finely orchestrated and totally kinetic tap tap tapping at the door of the falling petals, this is what happened...

We saw It All as being perfect.

All. The entire before that moment and the moment itself and there was no thought of a moment after.

See? Perfect.

The Japanese have a term for it. We are not Japanese and hope we're using it correctly. The term is 'wabi-sabi. We thought we knew the definition as 'the natural beauty of decay', but, because we know there are several of you who haven't fallen asleep yet from this post - bless you, nighttime whisper buddies - we figure we owe you an unimprovised definition. Not going so far as Oxford Dictionary but the much vilified Wikipedia for this:

Wabi-sabi is 'that beauty which is imperfect, impermanent and incomplete'.

(Just a silly, incidental aside - truly a petty one at that - If we read one single f-ing comment dissing Wikipedia, we'll... we'll..we'll mock you roundly in private and altogether over the top ways for being Damn. We'll have to figure out the Japanese term for it. Failing that, we're certain there's a German one.)

Anyway, what would have made this vista really uber perfect- and honest - would be if we'd included the big 32 pack of processed American cheese we use to fold up Mama Dog's fistful of arthritis meds. The preternatural and quite unlikely hue of orange not found in nature is missing.

So, next time we'll include a shot of that origami-swan cheese ball. (It ain't easy cramming Rimadyl, Tramadol, horse size glucosamine and one we're forgetting into that rubbery substance.)

Thanks for stopping by to see the funky wabi-sabi of my raggedy ass roses in the midnight shadows of a sort of clean kitchen.

Oyasumi, y'all.

And sweet dreams.

American History Test

I posted this American history test that says only 3% of people pass made 100% and, by some miracle of the multiple choice gods, I aced it. My former teacher Pat Kahnle was completely the reason, if there be a real one, that that happened.

That and the folks who raised me.

Maybe I should take it again because, honestly, I felt really lost during a bunch of it.

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