Category: Love

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Let’s Take A Vote

Ok, I’m all for stone baked, authentic, back east, New York Style pizza and all that.  I know I’m kinda old and I know that I’m kinda picky with what I choose to use my calories for. I know things aren’t the same as they were when I was a young whipper-snapper.

So, maybe it’s just a personal problem, but let me just ask you…

Is this pizza burned? I think it’s burned. I think it’s REALLY burned. So burned, in fact, that I scurried right back to the pizza joint and said, politely, “Hey, I think my pizza is burned. Like, REALLY burned.”

Why did I say, I THINK my pizza’s burned?! I’ve been alive a long time and I think know burned when I see it. There, I said it again. I THINK. I need to be more decisive…more assertive…more…more…something. Sheesh.

The girl at the window said, “Oh, sorry.  We can make you another one. We thought it was fine.”

Fine? FINE?!! FIIIIIIIINE? What on earth?!! How is this fine?! What are people eating these days that they are calling food? Fine. Burned. Pizza?!

My soul is shuttering.

ANY way….

My new pizza was waay better…

and only slightly burned.

I’m progressing.

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My Daily Mantra

Things are reeeeally strange these days. We have been “locked down” for several months now due to the Covid 19 stuff. Some people are struggling with the disruption in their normal lives–while I–on the other hand barely notice the difference. I wasn’t really going anywhere anyway. Haha.

The negativity online was the only thing that was actually distressing me so I came up with this little ditty. Whenever– and I mean WHENEVER I have a not-so-positive thought go through my mind I’ve started trying to retrain myself to stop and prattle off this more helpful thought. It’s become somewhat of a mantra.

Try it.

It helps…really.

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Hear Ye, Hear Ye…

Summerfest 2020. Canceled.

Wretched, wretched Covid19.

We can take the “lock down” and the “stay home” and the “wear a mask.”

We can take the six-feet apart and the no bath tissue and the closed everything.

But cancel Summerfest?!!! THAT’s going TOO FAR.

In order to console myself and others–I’ll link to the other Summerfest posts–of which there are many–so that we can dream of happy days gone by…

Summerfest 2018

Summerfest- The Big Blow-out

Summerfest Daytime

Summerfest Nighttime

Our Very Favorite Day

Summerfest 2009!

and hopefully brighter days ahead.

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And Then There Was Hobbes

This, my friends is our little Mr. Hobbes. A few days after we got Lyla– Rhen walked through the door with this little imp–and oh–myyyyy…what fire cracker he is!

In fact, he wasn’t in the house 5 minutes before he—well, see for yourself.

He pounced on poor Lyla before she had a chance to introduce herself. I could just hear her mumbling, “How rude!” as she walked away from this uncultured ruffian.

All in all, I do believe these two l will be great friends. Someday in a year or two, Lyla– being 3/4 Maine Coon, will likely be much bigger than Hobbes. That seems like a dirty trick on the one hand. On the other–it might just even the score.

Either way, this little guy doesn’t seem too worried about it.

Welcome Mr. Hobbes.

We sure do love you!