Dog and Butterfly...

Yes, it's got that Wild Kingdom feel around the ranch these days. 

Since niece Nicole and her little dog, Mia have temporarily moved in, the action has definitely been kicked up a notch.  Never did I expect that I would be living with 2 dogs AND a cat!  I am constantly letting someone in or out and tripping over Kong Wubba toys.  The preferred snacks are ham and string cheese and I find myself dicing up the meat and shredding up that cheese, while trying to keep them all in the correct bowls.  All three of these critters are professional beggars and know a soft touch when they see one.  Given the opportunity all three furbags will pile on the bed and I find myself escaping to the couch-where they all traipse down and pile back on.

Nicole is a very self sufficient niece/friend, but I still find myself worrying if she has eaten breakfast and has everything she needs.  Hey, old habits die hard.  And it's fun having the house so full of life.  And hair!  I actually have broke down and purchased a Dyson (the pink and sparkly one!) to combat the tumbleweeds.  It's nearly a full time job here at the "Gucci Poochie plus One!"

And just to add to the zoo, I find not one, but two leopard print onsies at the thrift store.  How wild is that?  XO

What Does the Fox Say?...

Okay, has anyone noticed the resurgence of foxes lately?  Ever since last fall when we spotted a live baby fox on M25, it seems like my awareness of all things fox has been awakened. 

Back in the 70's my Dad would crack up when my Mom and I would declare that Tom Selleck was such a fox.  When primed for a night at the disco, I strived to be as 'foxy' as possible.  Foxy Brown?  Yes!  Rick Fox?  Most definitely, yes.  Fox News?  Everyday!  Fox on the Run?  For sure!

And of late, I have my fox glass, a nail file with a fox as well as foxy dishtowels.  I've spared you all my fox onesie. 

What's next?  An aardvark? 

Oh, for fox sake!

Stay warm and will my foxy friends!  xoxo

Let it out...

They are lined up like little soldiers, ready to do their duty.  Fedoras, baseball caps, beanies, tams, berets, wide brim floppy, boaters, cloches, a Shady Brady, cowboys and panamas.  They are on shelves, line the back of the futon, and fill up my hat tree.  I even have a mad bomber as well as a helmet with a scull on it.  Rhinestone embellished, leopard print and one even has a feather!
It all started with a raspberry beret from Salvation Army back in the day-I kid you not.  (RIP Prince)

On occasion, I try to purge my collection, but I can't seem to part with any of them.  I need all my Detroit team hats to at least look the part.   Some of them match my jackets.  I spend too much time in the sun to give up all of my brimmed hats, and I need all the colors and styles.  I may attend a country concert so the cowboy ones stay-all four of them.  Beanies are for my bad hair days or to cover my roots when my color is overdue.  In case of an Alaska adventure, I have my fur hat with the ear flaps.  And if I hitch a ride on a motorcycle anytime soon, I have the perfect scull brain bucket to protect my melon. 

I think you are either a hat wearer or you are not.  I love them and find them stylish as well as functional.  Thanks to that silly 'National Hat Day' today for giving me an easy post prompt.  Do you like/wear hats?  Do you possess them in excess of say...65 or so?  Give me your thoughts on this very deep subject!

Remembering the great Martin Luther King today.  In reading his famous quotes, I am again struck by his passion, brilliance and attempt to educate on equality and peace.  RIP Dr. King, you are yet to be matched.   

Have a wonderful week, friends and if the weather stays this cold, for heaven's sake, put on a hat!!

(You Gotta) Fight for your Right...

Am I the only one appalled and disgusted and confused by all the 'alleged' sexual misconduct that has recently come to light?  The underage children and even teens exposed to these predators undoubtedly will never be the same and require years of therapy to undo the damages.  That's just wrong and these people should be made to pay. 

But what about the grown men and women and the accusations they've claimed?  Some have waited 10 years to speak up and I just don't get that.  Were the careers that hinged on dealing with these idiots that important?  Was it too risky to just speak up at the time?  It's a story as old as man, I guess.  Men-and sometimes women-often will overestimate their power and entitlement and make a try with something as small as a brush up against, to full exposure and even rape.  Rape.. And still it wasn't exposed until now?  Does the safety in numbers of women speaking up now make it easier to face? 

This I can't imagine.  Men will always make a try at an encounter.  Even though it can be wrong or completely inappropriate, it has and will always happen.  Some do it will class that can be accepted while others crudely expose themselves or whatever.  I think basic human reproduction and survival will be the instinct that can drive such behavior.  But when things get past a simple 'flirt' it's up to the victim to talk, shout and fight back.  I assure you, things would have not gotten so crazy if everybody would have spoke up at the time.   And rape is a crime and I don't care WHO you are.

Old Harvey and others would only have exposed themselves once to me and they would have gotten a size 8 foot to the side of their head and another to the crotch, followed by my left jab and right hook.  By keeping quiet, women have given these creepers a certain undue 'respect.'  And I hate that. 

I hope this will be the start of equality and honesty in both Hollyweird and our pedestrian lives. 

I think it's worth the fight.       XOXOXO                                                                                           

Brand New Day...

Happy New Year, Dolls!  It's officially 2018.  On Christmas Eve, while driving up north, Randy spotted a partridge in a pine tree and we had to brake suddenly when 2 errant (rein)deer crossed in front of us.  Whew! Christmas is much merrier when you don't have to schedule a trip to the bump shop!

I'm not making any New Years 'resolutions' that I can't keep.  I plan to work on my cookie belly, stay involved with Families Against Narcotics and not beat myself up if I fail at either.  Most of all, I want to make an effort to not wish the days away.  The days already fly's by at a dizzying speed and no upcoming event is worth rushing time for.

I am going to try to find some good in every day-even the most mundane ones.  Cold days aren't so bad, if the sun is shining, right?    I'll read rag magazines in the long line at Kroger while working on my patience level.  I will revel in and acknowledge with gratitude the life I am living. 

And if all else fails, I'll have a cookie.  Hugs.