Baptism By Fire

Momma has so many stories, some true, well, if not downright lies, at least fanciful. This one is rather humbling and sad, yet it is what you’d call life…the baptism by fire…so to speak.

He was a hometown War Hero…she was an unknown citified War Bride from over the Pond.  But loves conquers all…right?  But just between you and me, small town born and raised, to church three times each Sunday, doesn’t make for tolerance. 

Those were the days my friend....
Those were the days my friend….

After all, the War Hero had disrespected your sister, niece or cousin by bringing a stranger in the mix.  Anyone too big for their britches needed to learn the hard way that you didn’t up and do things without sanctions being imposed, cred being earned, if you wanted acceptance into this tight-knit bucolic community.

Well, a baby is always an ice breaker and so the young couple produced a handsome, talented son that seamlessly slid in to a hostile environment, invoking smiles and acceptance to such a degree some of the sting from the initial insults melted like snow on a spring day.

Emboldened by their success, the War Hero and his War Bride did what most folks did after the return from the Second World War.  They grew their family….but this time…they were blessed with twins, a little boy and girl, born prematurely,

Traditional baptismal font.
Traditional baptismal font.

kept alive only by the Grace of God and some said, the act of baptism. We called them Twin Boy Blue & Twin Girl Pink…but they were polar opposite of their cool Big Brother, another Hometown  Hero, the Class Clown, the all round Bon Vivant. The boy was Golden.  The twins, though, struggled in school to learn, to make friends to fit in….but they always had each other.

But everyone knows that the true heroes are recognized when tested, like iron in a fire.  And so it took a tragedy for us to see Twin Boy Blue’s strength and heroism.  It just so happened Twin Boy Blue, Twin Girl Pink and the Hometown Hero were at a nightclub that was torched by revenge seeking disgruntled customers who had been literally tossed down the stairs for bad behaviour by the Bouncer.  When the EXIT was blocked with flames, the club goers trampled each other to get to the windows and out to safety.  The Hometown Hero, being fast to react, was outside lickety-split-quick; yet burdened by the thought that Twin Boy Blue, and Twin Girl Pink were still in the towering inferno.

Meanwhile, Twin Boy Blue also had sized up the situation in a hurry.  He hustled his Twin Girl Pink out the window as she protested she would break her freaking neck if she jumped from a second storey. Along with the Bouncer, Twin Boy Blue helped the panicked club goers out the window, only leaving his post when the place was cleared of living clientele.

Believe!
Believe!

Way too many young souls winged their way to heaven that night. It was touch and go for Twin Boy Blue whose lungs had been infiltrated by the flames as well as suffering various burns to his face and hands.  Luckily, Twin Girl Pink had little damage beyond cuts and bruises so was ready to be released from the hospital. The discharge papers were signed.  Hobbling over to Twin Boy Blue’s bed, she saw her brother swathed in bandages, so still, so many tubes coming and going that she collapsed and died beside him, unable to face the possibility of a life without him. T.R.U.E.  S.T.O.R.Y.

He ain't heavy...he's my brother.
He ain’t heavy…he’s my brother.

But God is full of surprises and our new Hometown Hero, Twin Boy Blue lived to see another day.  Seems sometimes we are too blind to see just a little polishing can make the gold burnish brightlyso bright you can see what we had missed all along.

Now our Hometown Hero Twin Boy Blue is welcome at the Cool Kids tablebecause if he doesn’t belong there by now…well, who does?

All Night Long, All Night, All Night

All Play...Any day..Any time...
All Play…Any day..Any time…

It is not like I am an obstructionist…going around looking for trouble…I just want to play because, you know…Girls-Just-Wanna-Have-Funand I am a Girlie Diva Kitty...so me too.

 

 

What, you don't like to be swatted?
What, you don’t like to be bitten?

Forget Bad Boy Andy…. When I relentlessly pursue, he’ll bite…literally…his idea of fun is to jump on my back and bite my ears with his sharp incisor teeth, ground to perfection just waiting for this opportunity.

 

 

No play DNA
No play DNA

And Hush Hush Sweet Charlie…clueless…you can’t even get her attention…it is like she is in a coma …but if I give her the tiniest little smack on the snout with my perfect little paw, she goes ballistic, snarling and growling like the Forest Freak she just may just have descended from.  Momma should go to that Ancestry Website and order a DNA kit for Charlie…just to confirm my suspicions…not like Momma would toss her to the curb anyway… and face it        Momma is the Law and Order department, no matter what Jakita thinks.

Miss Sanctimonious...
Miss Sanctimonious…

That leaves Jakita who will play if:

  • It is her game
  • It is her rules
  • And she wins…

Now what fun is that? When you know the outcome of every game, you kind of destroy the reason for playing. Besides Jakita is a tattle tale, although Momma doesn’t pay much mind.

So because of that, I introduced a new player much to Wonder Boy’s consternation.  I can not help that Winter Is Coming and it feels like we live in Siberia…which means I am unofficially a round the clock Inside Cat…well except I went outside, found a fellow traveller, Little Miss Grey Mousie, with a long tail and matching whiskers, wanting to have fun and brought her in…right to Wonder Boy’s bedroom so I could play all night long, all night, all night….  Who knew…mice were not welcome?

It caused quite a stir. Wonder Boy tried to catch  Little Miss Grey Mousie to put her back outside with her family. Meanwhile Jakita sat on Wonder Boy’s bed with the MOST self-righteous, sanctimonious face,  EVER while she telepathically screamed, ‘Gen, Gen, Gen, what the Sam Hill were you thinking?’

I am waiting, Momma.
I am waiting,Little Miss Grey Mousie.

No worries, … Little Miss Grey Mousie took off, never to be seen again, although I suspect she is peeping out at us, enjoying the central heating far too much to ever go outside again. Total BummerI just wanted to play with her

Like I said…Who Knew?

Loving Me Is Easier

Loving me is easier than anything she’ll ever do again.                       (Paraphrase Kris Kristofferson)

10 foot ceilings & 5 foot Momma...yup a ladder is necessary.
10 foot ceilings & 5 foot Momma…yup a ladder is necessary.

Momma’s plan is to never have a plan…that makes getting by so much easier…you sleep at night, never knowing tomorrow’s the day you’re going to tackle painting the ten foot ceilings with a rickety ladder, a paint brush (or two) and a can of top of the line long-lasting (forever, you hope) paint, guaranteed to last a lifetime, bet your bottom dollar. (LOL)

I am sure Momma thinks with all that diligence to detail, she will get a Citation in Heaven (or at least an Honorable Mention) but in my perfectly shaped brown eyes, it is just cringe worthy.  Why, oh why does Momma have to worry me so?  She knows that my Responsible Gene is over the top but she turns a deaf ear to all my whining…same way she probably worried poor Grandmama and RIP P Daddy, come to think of it…  it didn’t end well for them…they are both in their early graves.

Does anybody really know what time it is?
Does anybody really know what time it is?

Don’t get me wrong…Momma, the Virgo has a lot of plans…she is well, regimented…every day, same time she meticulously packs a bag of goodies plus diet gingerale and coke for Itty Bitty and sets outYou could set your watch on it…if you actually had one, you know.

My official 7 year old birthday pose.
My official 7-year-old birthday pose.

Still, that Momma has some cool tricks up her sleeve…like today.  I was dozing on the couch, one eye open.  I saw her put my blue puppy blanket on the floor and a fluffy pink, what was that …a bunny, with long ears, glass eyes  and a two bite cupcake…hhhmmm…this might be interesting. I definitely am up for a treat any day, any where…no exact time required.  Okay, okay, I remember, Momma told me it is my Birthday…who knew what day I was born…it was long ago and far away…but if it meant a treat and another toy for my already overflowing toy box, BRING IT ON! I got a lot of loving to give…so BRING IT ON!

My overflowing-need-a-bigger-toy -basket.
My overflowing-need-a-bigger-toybasket.

Sometimes, maybe…not too often, I feel a little sorry for the cats….because well, they don’t have baskets of toys  (one for each room) or doggie pillows to sleep on, but I share…usually, as long as they don’t overly annoy me by fighting among themselves or thundering through the house like, wild horses, free range…I know, I know, they are wildcats, not even born in a barn like our Sweet Baby Jesus and me…so I got to give them some leeway, says Momma but she is just a bit too understanding, in my opinion.

Pink Fluffy & I sleep after the 2 bite cupcake.
Pink Fluffy & I sleep after the 2 bite cupcake.

So…all things considered… I Momma’s surprises  and as Wonder Boy’s birthday card said to Momma…

I take and take and take and you give and give and give…I like that little arrangement!

Last Night In My Dream

We were driving side by side…On a highway to no known destination..(IZ)

No wonder The Wanderer loved it! From Morguefile.com  IMG_0522.jpgBy wallenberg
From Morguefile.com
IMG_0522.jpgBy wallenberg

Sleep is such mystery…one minute you may be in a recliner, thinking how many pounds of turnips to buy, what color of sweater you should wear, when to plant the flower seeds and the next minute you have lifted the veil on the here and now and disappeared over to the other side, where today’s reality with it trials and troubles cease as you step in to the you.. that was, that is and ever will be.

RIP Daddy's machine. Fr: Morguefile. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
RIP Daddy’s machine. Fr: Morguefile.
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The scene that unfolded was not an over exaggerated never could happen circumstance….no, it was glorious in its simplicity.  Momma and RIP Daddy, many moons ago, driving, in his blue convertible with the top down, the radio loud, the stars and moon hanging so low you felt if you stretched out your arm, you could touch them with your fingertips. 

Older, wiser, still fun Momma & RIP Daddy (with the Runaway Princess looking on.
Informal fun Momma & RIP Daddy.
Momma & RIP Daddy
Momma & RIP Daddy

Although Momma’s long hair was tied back, it came loose, whipping her face with a blinding force that both crippled and energized her.  RIP Daddy was so young and happy, so proud of his machine, willing to pay the price for the speeding tickets and demerit points he collected, the pain of sitting before the Authority figure, justifying why he should be able to keep his driving licensejust for the thrill of the here and now. There was no conversation, save the music and the wind, rendering a lullaby so sweet, you would wish it would never end.

Ah, but just as sleep steals in, bringing yesterday back, so does an inner alarm clock, rudely jolting you back to the here and now, where RIP Daddy only can appear in dreams these days…


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o longer able to share today in person, RIP Daddy smiles benevolently in the framed picture, at Momma, Wonder Boy and all the world because…he’s over there now…waiting…with his blue convertible and until Momma makes it to his side in Heaven….every once in a while, he’ll invade her dreams and take her for a quick spin…til they meet again….because…last night…

moon star

The Road tosomewhere, everywhere, nowhere...Fr: Morgue files.
The highway with the  no destination…Fr: Morgue files.

I saw you in my dream…We were driving side by side…On a highway to no known destination…Last night in my dream…I saw your face again….
We were there in the moonlight forever…(IZ)

In the Good Ole Winter Time

We could sit and watch snow on the screen for hour. Somehow it made us feel connected to the rest of the world out there. From Morguefile.com IMG_0240.JPGBy preetnan
Snow on Snow on Snow.
From Morguefile.com
IMG_0240.JPGBy preetnan

 

It was a relentless month …it snowed and snowed, then it snowed some more, then just when you thought we had enough, well, it snowed again… Kept Momma hopping, even with a contractor that cleans out the driveway and shovels the walkways…

 

See front garden, bushes @ back, lovely yellow tulip, geraniums and wildflowers - a perfect camouflage for a Dancing Fairy to conceal her true identity.
See brick hedge the plough devours.

But then there are those noisy-good-for-nothing sidewalk ploughs, driven by the idiots (so says Momma, who can be harsh and judgmental) whose one passion in life is to cut up your front gardens, chewing and spewing bits of our brick hedges like a hackman on speed and if that is not enough, after your gateway has been ploughed….they are back…(like a poltergeist) heaving heavy slabs of ice in absolute mountains, blocking any chance of exiting with a car… until spring comes or Momma gets out her shovel.

One day, like a cowboy, Momma decided to take a chance, ride the wave, scale the mountain.  It did not go well….because well, how do I put this delicately…she is a woman driver.

Don't do this - you'll get pain in your old age.
I’m a Havanese with a Husky.

I mean, I, the Ultimate Earth Dog could probably have done it…but Momma…not so much…even with a fairly new car (well 2 years old but hardly driven) and top of the line winter snow tires.  Momma got stuck… she could not go ahead, she could not go back, her goose was cooked and it was 7:00am…like who in their right mind is up and about at that ungodly time of day to help her?

Oh, but God is Good and Momma has no shame.  She’ll ask, she’ll beg for help…that is the positive thing about being a female…we can suck it up, shake it off and never feel any the worse for it.

And so Momma went to our neighbour next door.  He is a sweet♥ says Momma…but alas a sleeping sweet♥…he either didn’t hear or didn’t answer because maybe he did not feel like pushing another car this blankity-blank month. 

Just then, across the street, in that house where Momma is not really sure what goes on…  We just know important looking men usher middle class folks in to sign on the dotted line for high interest loans that banks refuse to give them because they are new to the country or single parents or high credit risks.  Also ensconced in what is listed as a residential home so their taxes stay low (hey, the city was told but they would rather fight with the residents than turn away any business, legit or fishy), is an apartment that a very young, beautiful couple live.  The Little Lady leaves the house at 7:00am everyday, hi ho, hi ho…it’s off to work she goes…she is as regimented as Momma, it seems.  But Momma has talked to the Young Gent, who is what every Mother dreams her son will be….polite, friendly, helpful…the list goes on and on and on.

Like quick silver, Momma rushed over, explained her predicament and the Little Lady was very understanding (considering the number of times she had talked to Momma – Zero…but they had waved at each other, friendly like).  In no time, the Young Gent was out and being a construction worker, cautioned Momma that it would take some revving.

Oh Yes, those were the days!
Oh yes, those were the days!

Like, having grown up with, around Cousin Buddy, Momma understood heavy-duty revving….Cousin Buddy revved motorcycles, snowmobiles, cars or anything with an engine, till it saw it his way and cooperated.

In no time the Young Gent with the many piercings and severe tattoos, strategically placed, had the car unstuck, told Momma, anytime…and was off…We are hoping that Momma learned her lesson but being a cousin to Buddy, we make no promises.

See the paths in the deep snow, half way up the cherry tree, that I run up and down, back and forth till my lungs could burst.
Birch Tree buried in snow…

 

And that Virginia, is what makes winter… fun…. well…sort of!

 

Ode to the Dying

 

Go Canada Go!
Go Canada Go!

Don’t you go dying in the WinterWe have commitments you seeMy child is winning Gold Medals...And just can’t do it without me…No hockey brawls for us…Figure skating full-time.

 

 

Water wings baby.
Water wings baby.

Now don’t you go dying in the Spring time…. That’s when the glamour shows hit the iceI expect my kid to be the show stopper…To miss it would not be right….No swimming team for us….Figure skating full-time.

 

 

Okay, Blue Jays...Let's Play Ball!
Okay, Blue Jays…Let’s Play Ball!

And you can’t be dying in the summer We’d be frantic fitting you inSummer skating pays the coach wages….We’ll be there, it’s a sure thing…No baseball bats for us…Figure skating full-time.

 

 

Perfect...if your eyes were open...
Perfect…if your eyes were open…

We can’t have you dying in the autumnThe judges are depending on you...We pay them even if we skip it…So what do you think we should do??? No tossing around footballs...Figure skating full-time.

 

 

The Fonz comb!
The Fonz pose!

So don’t go dying on us anytime…We’ve got a busy schedule to keep…In an arena, freezing our unmentionables….With time off if the Coach says we can sleep...No family life for us…Figure skating full-time.

The Cat Came Back, The Cat Came Back

Like she’d never been away….

Baby Mickey Squirrel in Daddy's hand. Fr: Morguefile By: Marykbaird
Baby Mickey Squirrel in Daddy’s hand.
Fr: Morguefile By: Marykbaird

In the continuing Saga of Nature against Baby Squirrels, and how the story ended, as is to be expected, when you needed them the most, Momma and Daddy were late. 

Daddy arrived home first … with no thought of a coup d’état underway.  He just about made it to the front door when  Mickey and Minnie Squirrel appeared, chirping very excitedly. Mickey managed to take a run for it and engage his claws in Daddy’s denim jeans, sprinting up his pant legs.  Minnie, not to be out done by her brother took a flying leap, claws out to latch on the denim as easily as if it were bark on a tree.

Are we not the sweetest, most innocent kitties ever. Do you wonder why everyone wanted us?
Beau Beau & Diva Gen
My favorite spot to survey Andyville.
Bad Boy Andy

The cats turned their heads in sync, smiling benevolently, even if alarms were sounding.  Surely no… Okay, dogs in the house, cats in the house…. but read my lips.  No Squirrels, even Baby Mickey and Minnie Squirrel, as desperate as they were, as cute as they were,…NIMH (Not In My Home).

Finally, along came Momma from work, burnt out from sitting in the traffic, longing to get out of her Dress Up Clothes.  Daddy was sitting on the top step, in a dilemma.  The life of an abandoned baby squirrel was precarious… but any problem must have a solution, right.  Let’s ask Momma… She has her finger on the pulse, rescuing birds that fell from trees, raccoons out of scrap bins  or orphaned kitties at the Tier One Automotive Stamping Plants.

Call the Wild Life Federation and ask them for advice, says Momma, sage of the ages. 1st choice, take them directly to the Conservation Centre…Until then…Keep them safe from predators, preferably in a cage.. Keep them warm.  Hydrate and Feed by dropperTime is of the essence for a positive outcome.

Phew, thought Boy Andy, Handsome Beau Beau and Diva Calico Gen.  We’ll keep them safe…but not keep them…as selfish as that sounds… well, we believe in the Do No Harm to Babies but still Squirrels belong in trees, outdoors… not indoors, shrieking and  causing chaos.

Look at those wolves, a couple staring inscrutably, a couple ignoring human presence and the brave or fool hardy birds. From Morguefile.com 111751225913.jpg By dyet
Wolves @ habitat.    
From Morguefile.com
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By dyet
Mama Rockette and her kits. Fr: http://www.morguefile.com/ archive#/?=raccoon&sort =pop&photo_lib =morgue Fileat: http://www.authormedia.com/11-places-to-get-a-free-and-legal-photo-for-racoons. JPGBy Seemann
Raccoon
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JPG By Seemann

Next day, Daddy loaded up the little cage and drove off to the Wild Life Conservation Area where rehabilitated birds, raccoons, squirrels and even some ornery cats and wild wolves lived in peace, so the story goes. Momma was a little sad to say Good Bye, Fare Thee Well but we (Bad Boy Andy, Handsome Beau Beau and Diva Calico Gen) just rolled our eyes.  Good riddance. Over and Out….

Now we suppose Mickey and Minnie Squirrel regale the wildlife with tales of where they came from and how they were rescued after their mother went AWOL…but the truth is Mama Squirrel (you know, the cat, came back, like she’d never been away) showed up, the day after they left.

Here I am, under the cherry tree, in the Rock Garden, looking for and hiding my chestnuts.
Mama Squirrel, under the cherry tree, in the Rock Garden, looking for her babies.

Maybe Mama Squirrel had been at an all week Squirrel Rave….maybe she was at a Squirrel Convention, maybe she forgot the time…but she did come back…and we all had to listen to her keen and wail, calling out for Baby Mickey and Minnie Squirrel… if only she had come back sooner….if only

No worries, Mama Squirrel…we grew up without our Baby Mama and just look how well we all turned out.. well…sort of, depending on your threshold of acceptance…. :-D….

That Dog’s A Super Freak

The truth...the whole truth and nothing but the truth!
The truth…the whole truth and nothing but the truth!

So…. It is like this. Never trust a Momma who falls in ♥ too easilyShe may break your spirit, your heart and your patience.  Now, usually Momma is a cool as a cucumber customer.  She will tell other neurotic pet owners that their dogs are gorgeous…but I know it is just Momma being nice because then she bends down, kisses the top of my head, then whispers NOT in my ear, and we are off, leaving the other owner and dog, in the proverbial dust. Amen. So be it.

Then there is La Belle Dame, the Cream, Silver, brindle husky.  There is something off about that dog.  I can feel it.  I mean like everyday she will plunk herself down on the sidewalk, in front of our house and stare unabashedly at our Indoor Outdoor Cats. Momma, who feels the same as me, that there is something she can not quite put her finger on wrong with both the dog and his sweet, shy owner, will try to put them at ease.

La Belle Dame with the freaky BLUE Eyes!
La Belle Dame with the freaky BLUE Eyes!

She will say, ‘What a beautiful dog you are, La Belle Dame.’  And being me, I smirk sanctimoniously and think, well if you like that blue-eyed canine look… personally… looks freaky to me.  Dogs should have brown eyes, like I do. To me she is just La Belle Dame who needs to go back to the factory for some fine tuning. Okay, okay, she is somewhat stunningI am not a jealous type but I can’t see what Momma sees in her.

Please don’t get me wrong.  There is not one mean bone La Belle Dame’s body. Although three times my size, she does not growl, snap or lunge at me…but she always wants to play.  We are both six years old now …way past that chase, and catch game that even I thought was so delightful when I was a puppy. Still she is A-Babe-In-The-Woods about Cats.

Bad Boy Andy would not let her with a five hundred foot radius unless he initiated the attack…then bold as brass, he would take that well-developed right paw and whack poor La Belle Dame across her smiling benignly refined snout before she saw what was coming.  Been there…done that...until I earned my street cred…now, like the cheese, I am left alone.

Diva Calico Gen in camoflage.
Diva Calico Gen in camouflage.

Wiley Diva Calico Gen would hide behind the bushes, drawing La Belle Dame closer and closer, then, fast as a whip, climb the closest tree and smirk down at her.

Truly, I ♥ my cats but I learned to realize, you can’t best a cat, especially a street smart feral.

Bad Boy Andy groom 1) himself,  2) Jakita.
Bad Boy Andy grooms 1) himself,
2) Jakita.

My advice to you La Belle Dame, stay away… Convince your Momma to bring home your own kitty to be your Best Friend Forever… Maybe two cats because you are a lot bigger than me and I have discovered a cat’s job (after hunting, playing, snoozing) is to groom themselves, then others, in no particular order … you just have to deal with it

Oh, and Good Luck with that….

Love Thy Neighbor

♥ thy neighbour, as thyself… especially if you are an 80 pound weaklinglike Momma.

It was a crazy month, December…it snowed, then it snowed some more, then just when you thought we had enough, well, it snowed again…Kept Momma hopping, even with a contractor that cleans out the driveway and shovels the walkways…

Brick barrier at bottom of summer garden that the plow chews and spews.
Brick barrier at bottom of summer garden that the plow chews and spews.

But then there are those noisy-good-for-nothing sidewalk plows, driven by the city clowns (so says Momma) whose one passion in life (it seems) is to cut up your front gardens, chewing and spewing bits of our brick hedges like a Pac-Man on speed…and if that is not enough , after your gateway has been ploughed….they are back…(like a poltergeist) heaving heavy slabs of ice in absolute mountains, blocking any chance of exiting with a car…until spring comes or Momma gets out her shovel.

One day, like a cowboy, Momma decided to take a chance, ride the wave, scale the mountain.  It did not turn out well….because, how do I put this delicately…Momma is a woman driver.  I mean, I, the Ultimate Earth Dog could probably have done it…but Momma…not so much…even with a fairly new car (well 2 years old but hardly driven) and top of the line winter snow tires.  Momma got stuck…she could not go ahead, she could not go back, her goose was cooked and it was not even Christmas Day…and 7:00am…like who in their right mind is out and about at that ungodly time of day to help her?

Oh, but God is Good and Momma has no shame.

Sweet Baby Jesus
Sweet Baby Jesus

She’ll pray to the Virgin Mary and Sweet Baby Jesus, and if that doesn’t work, she’ll beg for help…that is the positive thing about being a femalewe can suck it up, shake it off and never feel any the worse for it.

And so Momma went to our neighbour next door.  He is a sweetheart says Momma…but alas a sleeping sweethearthe either didn’t hear or didn’t answer because he did not feel like pushing another car this blankity-blank month

Just then, across the street, in that house where we are not really sure what goes on (Momma sees everything)…We just know important looking men usher all manner of folks in to sign on the dotted line for high interest loans that banks refuse to give them because they are new to the country or single parents or high credit risks.  Also ensconced in what is listed as a residential home so their taxes stay low, (hey, the city was told but they would rather fight with the residents than turn away any business, legit or fishy), is an apartment where a very young, beautiful couple live.  The Little Lady, who has the beauty of an Angel, leaves the house at 7:00am everyday, hiho, hiho…it’s off to work she goes…she is as regimented as Momma, it seems.  But Momma has talked to the Young Gent, who is what every Mother dreams her son will be…polite, friendly, helpful…the list goes on and on and on….so cool with all those tats and shiny earrings.

Like quick silver, Momma rushed over, explained her predicament and the Little Lady was very understanding (considering the number of times she had talked to Momma – Zero…but they had waved at each other, friendly like).  In no time, the Young Gent was out and being a construction worker, cautioned Momma after surveying the situation, it would take some revving.  Like, no worries, having grown up around 1st Cousin Buddy, Momma understood heavy-duty revving…Cousin Buddy revved motorcycles, snowmobiles, cars or anything  with an engine, till it saw it his way and cooperated.

Momma waves to neighbour.
Momma waves Bye Bye to neighbour.

In no time the Young Gent had the car unstuck, told Momma, anytime…and was off…We are hoping that Momma learned her lesson but being a cousin to Buddy, we make no promises.

So…. Best Practise:  ♥ thy neighbour, as thyself…because you never know when you might need them.

2016 These Are A Few Of Our Favorite Things

Happy and Blessed New Year

Plaid Rainbow dance apparel. Can you see the kilt, the silver / gold flapper, the soft pink colors.
To the Moon Alice!
Jakita - the Ultimate Earth Dog!
Jakita!

 

Wake up Jakita...it's play time.....
Wake up Jakita.

 

 

 

 

 

Would I lie to you???
Andy…Would I lie to you???
Beau, Gen and Andy
Beau, Gen and Andy
Charlie - Once a Frog...Now a Princess
Charlie – Once a Frog…Now a Princess

 

 

 

Our adorable Fidel (RIP) ...that is who Little Rascal Reilly looks like.
Adorable Fidel
Our Christmas Miracle!
Our Family Christmas Miracle!
You are the wind beneath my feet.
You are the wind beneath my feet.

 

 

 

 

 

RIP Daddy & #99 - The Great One, Wayne Gretzky or as we say Wayne Gretzky and the Great One
RIP Daddy & #99 – The Great One, Wayne Gretzky or as we say Wayne Gretzky and the Great One