Offended? Good. You can just suffer.

I know you’ve all seen this picture with different sayings. It’s probably one of the Memes Photos I’ve seen the most on Facebook, Pinterest, and LinkedIn.

When I saw this saying on this photo, I spit my coffee! I thought it was just perfect.

I’m so tired of someone being offended, I mean really folks. Offended by gender references, politics, food, North v South, Black hoods, White hoods, hyphenated Americans, Zumba Spots, Coffee v Tea, Gas V Electric, Donkeys V Elephants, Red V Blue, what are we doing? Cats and Dogs Living together? It’s just crazy!

I’ve got the solution to all the issues, and propose that we have a Mel Brooks Film studies program on all major Universities. This would have off-shoot courses in Monty Python, and 1970’s SNL skits. Maybe even a Minor in Pink Panther Inspector Clouseau foibles. Let’s help all people develop a sense of humor, and an understanding of Irony, Satire, and Slapstick humor. Did you know there are 20 different types of humor?

What the world needs now, is a good laugh and maybe a nap.

Tell em Ricky!

Gratitude Tuesday

Just because it’s Tuesday, I’m grateful on purpose for time.

Time to take care of the puppy.

Time to work.

Time to exercise.

Time with my family.

It’s good to have everyone home.

When the house is quiet

Sleepy Sunday.

Up at 5:30 am with the puppy. He’s getting better and better sleeping longer, and going potty outside.

My youngest Son is spending the weekend with friends. My husband is taking care of the bees and building the house.

When this house is quiet, it seems I get busy.

I fertilized the yard–going to battle with the Virginia Button Weed taking up residence–, I cleaned the bathrooms, vacuumed and mopped, made hard boiled eggs. Put on some fabulous sauce for Involtini. I tried a new Instant Pot recipe for BBQ chicken. It wasn’t horrible.

Lunches are made, sheets are washed, the house is in order, we are tired and ready for Monday.

Max is finding his way. Dolly is getting closer to him. Max plays hard, naps harder. Playing ball with the two today, Dolly fetched, and Max chased her, and would jump in my arms when Dolly dropped the ball at my feet.

Some Sundays are just better than others.

The crucial days

The crucial days

When character tests

Are either passed or failed

The crucial days

When friendships can last

Or they just catch the wind and set sail

The crucial days

When the faults you find

Land on your own doorstep

The crucial days

When your eyes open

And your legs keep moving you forward.

Don’t stand still.

The stillness kills.

It suffocates your very will.

Don’t stand still.

Every day Emerson

I adore reading the Essays of Emerson. There is something timeless about his words, and observation on human behavior.

Last April I got to visit Authors Ridge at the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery in Concord, MA.

My cousin Shari and I had a blast wandering up and down the hills of that beautiful property.

Today, I’m grateful for reminders to let the old blunders go, and to focus on the day ahead.

Emerson has quite the Grave Marker. It was the finest on the ridge, rightly so.

Oh, no you don’t

Photographer Murat Öztürk captured this amazing photo. A red ant grabbing a yellow jacket is an amazing visualization of fighting back.

I kinda imagine that ant thinking to himself “oh, Hell no. I’m getting you now.”

Celebrating the Warrior spirit.

Who’s driving?

It doesn’t matter that your tired

It doesn’t matter what you’ve done.

Can’t sit on your success

Who cares what you have won?

The CEO screams

Yesterday’s win

Is today’s Shit.

Go out and win again.

The scream stays in your brain

And you wonder if you can.

When everything becomes nothing,

What becomes everything again?

Who is “they?”

Why do “they” get to say?

When does a win become nothing?

Why does a win become nothing?

Who is driving?

Who gets to say?

If you have the steering wheel,

Drive it your own way.

Original by Wendy 8/18/19


I know I’m getting on the wrong side of tired when I turn on the Hallmark channel and grab a box of Kleenex.

Even the commercials are making me cry.

Darn it.

Now I want ice cream,

Today, I’m grateful that it’s Sunday, and I don’t have any job responsibilities.

I may just stay in my robe. 😴

A little Saturday Suprise

Heading out into our own version of Wild Kingdom

The Mocking birds were squawking up a storm as I headed out to the front yard this morning. I couldn’t figure out what the problem was until I looked up into the oak in the front yard.

The hawk has one of the fledglings in its talons, and the rest of the group was dive bombing it.

The hawk ate that bird, and didn’t flinch at the other Mocking bird’s distress.

Some days Nature is right there in full view… the front yard.

What we see depends mainly on what we look for. John Lubbock

The little Tyrant

The little tyrant loves everything that is Dolly’s.

I fed them. Max ate his and had to go inspect hers.

He really likes her bed too. Dolly is very protective of her bed to most people. Somehow the little nugget has found his way in.

That’s when he isn’t sacked out with his toys.

Max follows Dolly everywhere. She was laying next to my chair, and the sneaky Max does his belly crawl up to her. She’s growling, but watching me. He sneaks his little paw out to touch her paw. She didn’t pull away. I took that as a good sign.

He’s a charming little tyrant.