In case someone thought that we didn’t have enough kitties around here…
Introducing Princess PeachyO Momo Thomas. PeachyO for short. Miss Chompy pretty much won her as a super prize for doing a scary, hard, challenging thing…and doing it well.
Such a cute little prize–wouldn’t you say?
Uncle Beany has a “meh” attitude to the new kid, but OH My WORD Jiffy is ticked. She hisses and spits every time Peach comes in the room. But this little thing doesn’t care one bit. In fact, she was last seen chasing Miss Jiff into the garage.
This is gonna be good.
Heh, heh, heh.
100 Happy Days #48
Oh, this old, sweet, silly, heroic, ridiculous red van.
As you may remember, it tried very hard to die a few months back which led to some exciting, unheard of behavior on my part.
But then, what to do with the red van…hmmmmmm?
Well, it didn’t seem prudent–or respectful for that matter, to just send it off to the junk yard to be crushed up into tuna cans.
No, no. That wouldn’t be right.
So, we had a very kind man come and tow it to the shop for one last fix up.
And what do you know? For less than $100 it is up and running just fine…
and on to it’s new home with a sweet new family that promised to love it nearly as much as we have.
Good-bye old girl.
You’ve held a special place in our hearts.
We’ll never forget you.
Note: This post was all good and fine until the driver’s side door mechanism went out, totally freaking out the sweet people who wanted to give our old girl a new home. So, sadly…she is being put to rest and recycled. We’ll no one can say we didn’t try.
I’ve decided that whenever I feel a twinge of guilt over it, I’ll just go for a drive in my little Ruby.
That should help.
100 Happy Days #47
Four members of my family participated in this crazy thing. Please be impressed.
They are amazing.
Way to go April, Jacob, Dane & Rhen.
100 Happy Days #46
Oh, how we love the early morning of July 4th!
For years and years and years we’ve gathered at the same park…
at 6 a.m. sharp…
with a zillion other crazies…
to be part of the balloon festival in Provo.
It always starts the same way, with the lead balloon taking off first.
while the others are still getting ready.
It takes dozens of torch blasts to fill each balloon…
and get them to settle up straight.
Then one by one they start rising up into the air.
These guys threw out tiny parachutes to the children below.
Now and then an unfamiliar balloon appears in the sky. Hello yellow–you’re new.
I’m sure that some day it could happen…
that we get tired…
and choose to sleep in…
instead of coming here…
in the wee hours of the morning…
before normal people are even awake…
just for a little of this…
When pigs fly.
“I am apt to believe that it (Independence Day) will be celebrated, by succeeding Generations, as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with Shows, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this Time forward forever more.”
100 happy days #45…with a bit of sadness mixed in.
Woke up the other day to this outside the window.
Luckily, we knew ahead of time that it was happening…but still…
after as many years as we have lived here…
and after as many years as this old tree has lived here…
it was still a shock to see it coming down.
Believe me, we don’t take this kind of thing lightly, especially when it’s such an ancient, beautiful tree.
But, sadly, the wind storms that we’ve had lately have taken out so many big limbs and damaged so many others, that we realized that the next limbs to go would likely take the neighbors roof–or worse yet, their children’s play set–out with it.
THAT was too big of a risk and it wasn’t worth taking. So the only thing to do was to remove the risk completely.
But ooooh, it was a sad, sad day.
We’ll certainly miss that old guy in the corner.