Love

the world is open - the world is ours. I'm happy. Beyond words. Beyond wine. I am happy.

I am a Horrible American

PBS is showing a documentary of the early American Years - focusing on Dolly Madison ...

mmmmmm - cake!

ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Peeps! Sugar Free! Diabetic Friendly! oh how I love you!

something smells

It's 7:00pm and I'm sitting on my little personal slab of concrete patio, a glass of really, really delicious and cheap (inexpensive) red Spanish screw top wine from Trader Joes, listening to the sounds of the birds in their nesting mode, "whit-a-whit".

The breeze wafts my way, and I smell citrus blossoms, so sweet, so incredibly sweet! I love this seasonal scent - I just want to bottle it for the rest of the year (oh wait, the internet says it's already been done.)

The sprinklers on the green belt start up. At first it's so annoying, the constant spray, the noise non-stop ... then the scent hits me...the grass, the green, fresh mowed grass scent. Now I find myself disappointed when they finish their cycle.

Ooh - new scent - what? mmmmmmm chinese food!

(no need to bottle - time for dinner!)

oh...and one more thing

Do you know about the cool top site dashboard feature on Safari that lets you see all your favorite, most visited sites in one place and lets you know at a glance when they update? Do you also know that every time to you log on to that page, it hits every one of those sites.

So that being said, if I have you bookmarked and your stats show that I'm hitting your page every few minutes in the evening... I'm not stalking you. I'm stalking Monkey Muck ... no, no, wait - I mean, I'm checking CNN, Huffpost,MSNBC, Arizona news, Oklahoma news . Your site just happens to be next to my other favorites. Yes, if you update, I'll peek.

so there. nghhh.

ewww...

Good grief - I need to snap out of this sappy writing and get back to my smart-assiness. It doesn't mean I'm not happy, I am so very happy. But no one - even me- wants to read this crap.

Time for a visit to my smartass daughter in Knoxville for a few beers and cuss words to regain my edginess and sharpen my wit.

Thank goodness for ill-mannered children.

One Year Ago

One year ago, the movers pulled away from my Tennessee apartment with my belongings, and my Jetta was packed to the gills (and I do mean to the gills) At 2:00 pm Mojo and I started our trek back to Arizona. Pulling out of Goodlettsville, the weather was rainy and spitting a bit of snow. A few hours later, as I crossed the bridge over the Mississippi from Tennessee to Arkansas, the sun broke out from behind the clouds. My mood - thrilled. I was going home. Arizona. Stardude.

And a year later - I know it was the best decision I've ever made.