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  • Puppy Party!!

    A can of fresh dog food, a nice walk and extra lovies all await our best girl today.  Happy 10th, Marthetta! This photo was taken upon arriving at a friend’s on our way home with our girl. She was timid and clingy to her mother and continues to be timid and clingy with me as […]

  • Fixer

      There are songs that come on the radio at the right moment and they stick to your emotions. Your guts burn, you break a little and the songs kinda glues the pieces back together again. You probably cry and feel a little more alive than usual. Maybe you redouble your resolve, or your resolve […]

  • The fuchsia is now!

    We got our fuchsia on back in April and the rewards are starting to arrive already. I was able to overwinter my Swingtime fuchsias from last year and I am experimenting with using them as a curtain draped across the retaining wall this year. We did the Fred Meyer fuchsia event this year, something I […]

  • Honeysuckle Hideout

    The honeysuckle is so happy to be crucified on the new fence. Big wads of blossoms are festooned across the fresh cedar. If only smell-o-vision were real!

  • Certitude

    Dear Tami, Thirteen years have passed.  That makes my mind stutter, trying to take in all of the details and compose a “this is how I feel about that” statement, with regards to the breadcrumb trail we have followed together.  Just in the past year we have looked up from that walk through the woods […]

June

This is the archive for June, 2012.

FRESH /POSTS

Gigi Said

  • Topless Tapas 2012-11-03 18:44:52-

    Tami was leaving to go out with her friend and the kids begged to go with her. I said, "you don't want to go with mom, she is going to the Tapas bar and we are going to stay here and play games."

    Gigi stiffened, "That's weird", she said as she blushed. I processed fast and realized the problem. "TAPAS bar. It means 'small plate', not TOPLESS bar!"

Jude Said

  • Nicknames 2013-01-04 21:30:33-

    The checker at the store asked our always conversational little boy what his name was. He replied "Jude" then added "but sometimes they call me pumpkin brown". LOL.

    And they are right. We call him that after the folksong that we sing sometimes.

A long time ago…