Thursday, February 11, 2016

Playground of Life

It's been a year since my last post and it was a sad post in memory of a blogging friend. I will always remember my friend and her humor but it's time to put something else out here.

Evil Twin has been behaving but I think she is starting to feel the urge to wake up and raise Hell. I have been hearing some odd noises coming from her closet and the cat is making some not-so-secret nocturnal visits through the closet's cat door. I have confirmed that the cat is an alien so I'm getting very nervous as to what they're up to in there.

As for everything else, life continues to flow - like a seesaw.  As I get older, I feel like that teetle-totter is digging a hole when it comes down....or maybe there is an elephant on the other end. Speaking of seesaws, my cat is pretty darn smart:

 Seriously, life is pretty darn good. Oh, and no, that's not really my cat!

I hope your 2016 is off to a nice start. Maybe I won't wait another year before posting. I'll leave you with a favorite photo from our trip out west last year.

Reffie walks across an arch at Capitol Reef National Park. Evil Twin is somewhere.....

Happy 2016! Happy Martin Luther King Day! Happy Valentines' Day! Oh, never mind. Just be happy and find some humor in everything you do!

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

A Tearful Goodbye to my First Blogging Girl Crush

One of my first blogging friends, QuirkyLoon, aka, Sandie, is opening a six-pack of Diet Dr Pepper with the angels. Damn that cancer and its complications. A close friend of hers has more details here.

Quirky was the first person to comment on my blog way back in 2008!  We wrote a lot of posts back then, traded witty comments and became best blogging buddies.  Fun times! During the last few years as we've slowed down from the blogging hype, she dropped by my blog as often as she could. I knew she was fighting a battle.

I loved her insightful humor. She could make the worst experiences funny. She was a talented lady with a huge heart, strong of faith, loved by many, and she will be missed.

Goodbye Sweet Loon.  Make the angels laugh and sing some tunes with your own special words.




"1.00s, 1.50s, 1.75s for the short arms. If you know what I'm talking about, you're probably old, too."

"Boomer brain fog: What was the last, middle, and first part of what you just said to me?"