
I purchased this card because it raised more questions for me than it had answers. Some time I might sit and make a story that has some fictional answers to them.

I purchased this card because it raised more questions for me than it had answers. Some time I might sit and make a story that has some fictional answers to them.

Welcome to 2017 Freaky Fridays. I took a break over the holidays. Now I’m back with tales of an underground base that is uneasily shared between aliens and humans complete with a Hall of Horrors that were gentic testing results between earth life (including humans) and alien life. Apparently at one point the uneasy sharing of this base resulted in a shoot-out fight between aliens and humans. I’d not dived into these but noticed them referenced in fictional works. So I decided it was time to jump down this rabbit hole and see if I could come up with a theory on how this got started. So what did I find?

Welcome to 1973 in Carthage New York. It’s Mike there with his little brother Mike. Now look at Mike’s face and tell me that Mark’s not going to be crying soon after being hit by a snowball. LOL! Mark looks like he’s disgusted by the snow. I know how you feel Mark I was glad to move back south.

So what would you do to keep your hearing? (more…)

It’s no secret that I love animals. I think you get that with how I treat my cats and dogs as furry babies. Well my love also extends to horses. My living situation rarely allowed me to have one but didn’t stop my love of them. When I’d visit my paternal grandparents on the farm where my aunt had ponies and horses I always looked forward to interacting with them (both humans and equines).
This is my first and only pony, Dolly. She was old and cranky but I loved her and through my childhood memories, she loved me. Honestly, I don’t know what happened to her. I suspect that she got too old and too cranky to be a little girl’s leaning pony. Last I remember was Dad tending her feet and getting stung by a wasp. I’m sure that’s not the last time I’d seen her but for me it’s the last memory. I have many memories of riding from our house in town to go see her and go riding. I loved it.
When we were looking to move to the country I jokingly suggested getting a horse. Okay, mostly joking but a little hopeful. However Mike reminded me they are a big money pit and tie-down to travel. Sure we can board the cat and dog to take off on a cruise or to Italy but a horse – that’s a whole another issue. Also we didn’t get a place large enough. Though I still think maybe I’ll do English riding lessons but first I guess my foot has to heal fully from the break eh?

I’m not gong to look back. We all know what’s back there – we just lived it. So here’s to moving forward. Here’s to better days, more kindness, less hate, more true talks, less spewing at others, happy good-byes, less sad one… Over all here’s to hope to move forward a bit more healthy, a lot more empathetic, and while offering a hand up to those who need help. 2017 We’re counting on you…

Thowback to 1971 – this is my husband trying out the Arm uniform but in the end he retired from the Navy. I remember the icicles like that, Mom always liked putting them on our tree. He looks anxious to get into the presents there under the tree.

The time had come when I was settled in our new home AND didn’t have a cast on my foot. It was fall and the garden needed some prep for the season. We did trimming back or the wild bushes so spring blooms would be dense, cleaned up the dead parts of things, trimmed back the irises (FINALLY) and generally got it back in shape. Here’s a few pictures of the day.

It’s been a few months since I watched this riveting documentary. Still I find myself thinking about it and just what did I take away from it. It is about the drug cartels in Mexico. It follows two men, one on each side of the border. Both are trying to protect people from the violence of the cartels.

One day we decided to drive over to Mike’s old stomping grounds. His family moved to Waverly, Tennessee from up north when he was in 5th grade. (Finally came to their senses left the snow). So for him it’s pretty much where he grew up. It’s not far from here and on a Sunday before football season started we drove there by back roads. Then we had lunch at the Waverly Café which is new to town since he left 33+ years ago. These are photos from the day.