Idaho Roses

The Bee's Knees This is a rather interesting sight to appear before your eyes in your front yard.....  Many thoughts crossed my mind.....       A Hazmat Operation in the front yard....I really didn't think we had a meth lab in the neighborhood.......that sweet old guy who lives next door finally admitted to keeping his dead wife in the garage.....or, more realistically, bees, swarming Killer Africanized Bees!!!  Having settled on this last scenario, I proceeded to lock the dogs and husband in the house, and watched fretfully from the safety of the guest bedroom.      Fortunately, it was a swarm of honey bees, who, with their queen tried to move in next to the fire hydrant.  It was interesting watching how slowly he moved, and capturing most of the bees and placing them in a hive, which he let set in the yard for about 24 hours, as the stragglers found their new home.... In the Pit... No, I haven't taken up mud wrestling.  Nor cock fighting.  And not even barb

Ya gotta love 'em, right?  And we truly do love these brothers of ours.  They are the fly in our ointment of life, the foam on the top of our mug of beer, and sometimes that worm at the bottom of the tequila bottle!!   We sisters have been blessed by two of these creatures.  They can always be counted on to offer a different (like time and space continuum different) perspective on most of our discussions.  And they can be fun to play with....like puppies. A couple of years ago, we decided we wanted to get tattoos to mark our commitment to our sisterhood.  Some of us were a little more committed than others because of their desire to keep their body a pure temple of the Lord.  Us other two hussies took the plunge.  We chose a beautiful infinity symbol with four birds representing us four girls.   If you look closely, you might notice two little dots on the left side. Those represent our brothers.  When the boys are nice, these are little love dots.  When the boys are dorks

An adventure from last Wednesday, that couldn't be made public until today. I have been a motorcycle widow for the last nine days.  George took off on the FJR to Tahoe to ride with his good friend, and then to visit the girls in Sacramento and Modesto.  Leaving me with sole custody of the dogs. Now, Babs is a great dog, and never any trouble, but that Bump manages to find all sorts of mischief and mayhem.  We keep thinking she will grow out of the bad behavior and become the blessedly blissful Boston that the other five were.   Watched carefully, she seemed to be able to stay out of trouble.....so, I left her un-crated while I went to the beauty salon, with the understanding that Michelle would feed the dogs lunch, etc. Shortly after Michelle left to feed the pups, I got the following text:            Uuuhhhhhhh.  Have you looked in Georgie's office?             Oh no!!!!!   What?   What???.            WhatWHAT.????? Of course, this is George's favorite chair

One of the great advantages of having sisters who are so willing to sign on for fun, is the ability to freely entitle ourselves.   We grew up with nicknames from Dad that still follow us to this day.  To Dad, we became Mildja, Boggs and Mouse. However, we have chosen to rename ourselves with something much more fitting to our true identities. Our first born sister, Cammi, truly embodies queenliness, and therefore she quickly became Queen Mother.  She is our gentle leader, expressing her judgment with nothing more than a subtle wave with one arm, a lifted eyebrow and a tilt of her head.  If you've seen it, you know the non-verbal message you've been sent. Our baby sister, Tracy, has quickly (perhaps from birth?) adapted to her title as Queen of Everything. Maybe it is from her years in the news business, or maybe just because of being a Vedder woman, she has an answer for everything, whether true or not.   Always entertaining and always fun. I naturally fell into m