~Living a life of sophisticated domestication deep in the heart of Texas~

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

BOO!!!!



Top 10 Signs You Are Too Old to Be Trick or Treating

10. You get winded from knocking on the door.

9. You have to have another kid chew the candy for you.

8. You ask for high fiber candy only.

7. When someone drops a candy bar in your bag, you lose your balance and fall over.

6. People say, "Great Keith Richards mask!" and you're not wearing a mask.

5. When the door opens you yell, "Trick or..." and can't remember the rest.

4. By the end of the night, you have a bag full of restraining orders.

3. You have to carefully choose a costume that won't dislodge your hairpiece.

2. You're the only Power Ranger in the neighborhood with a walker.

1. You avoid going to houses where your ex-wives live.

Compliments of Sir Spook, aka...

SGTex
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Saturday, October 27, 2007

Breithla Shona Dhuit!



It's SGTex's Birthday!!!

Blessed be the day you were born, Sir. My wish for you is happiness, Always & Forever!!!
Loving you...

Shawn
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Sunday, October 21, 2007

Can't wait to celebrate....



...but pardon me, I just had to post some fireworks! Please feel free to apply this bit of pop and sizzle to whatever occasion you feel is appropriate. Believe me, there's hope and happy aplenty, more than enough to go around....

Enjoy your week!

Shawn
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Friday, October 12, 2007

Good morning, Monarch...


I came across this lovely photo on the Daily Texan Online website this morning. The October 12, 2006 caption reads "Media Credit: Texas Parks and Wildlife
Monarch butterflies, which have begun their migration to Mexico through Texas, compete with other local insects for flower nectar and are one of the few wildlife groups in Texas that are not suffering from the drought."
I just thought it was pretty, so chose it as today's picture.

I'm just sitting here thinking about getting on with my day, but will probably go back to bed for awhile. Coffee is on, the cat is awake and fed, and I'm grateful that I don't feel much like I did yesterday when I was a bit 'under the weather.' (Do people still say that these days? Sometimes I think I talk like my grandparents!) I think it's going to be a very nice Friday for us. I wish you all the same!

Shawn
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Thursday, October 4, 2007

Sheba's Birthday....



...was 'way back on October 4, 1966. She was the most wonderful dog. I first met her when she was about 7-1/2 weeks old, sitting on my mother's lap with a big red bow tied around her neck. I stood there, totally speechless and of course, I cried. She was the cutest thing I'd ever seen, a fuzzy white teddy bear, all wiggles and cuddles.

As time went by, she became Daddy's dog, but she loved the rest of us, too. Greg used to play catch with her out in the front yard, throwing a somewhat-deflated football and she'd leap into the air and catch it like a pro. One day a little girl came by and exclaimed, "Mommy, look at the big white bunny rabbit!" Sheba hadn't quite caught up to her ears at that point.

One of our silly family stories is about when Greg was back east at a friend's house and was calling home. I don't remember if he talked to the dog, or just about the dog, but commented to his friend's family that she looked "like a little white polar bear." The father of Greg's friend said, "Have you ever SEEN a polar bear?" (Eye roll, sigh...) Well, she DID look like a polar bear. I know, because I've seen one. That very serious-minded man would have been sorry, had he known how many times we laughed about him through the years.

As brave as she was, she became very fearful on New Year's Eve and the Fourth of July. We'd left her at home in the garage one Fourth and some local kids teased her by tossing firecrackers at the garage door. She was totally traumatized, tearing up the garage and never got over that fear. We felt so very bad about that. On New Year's, a neighbor up at the lake always set off big dynamite, and that terrified her. She'd dig her paws into the carpet and wouldn't budge, so we got so we'd just sit there with her until it was over.

We only had Sheba a short 10 years, but from day one until her last, she was loyal and true, never failing to watch over us. She brought us such joy, loving us completely and unconditionally. It was a very sad time when we had to say a last goodbye and send her to the Rainbow Bridge. Since then, other beloved pets have gone to join her there. I can't help but think that she was there to meet the folks as they passed over into What Comes Next.

Happy Birthday, Dear Sheba. I still miss you.

Shawn
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photo courtesy of sheprescue.org, "Lobo," looking very much like our Sheba