Mocha in 'His First Broccoli"

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My hubby showed me this first thing this morning. So cute! Hope it brings a smile to your face as it did mine.

Meme snagged from ninevirtues

This is called “FIRST REACTIONS QUIZ”. You have to type the 1ST thing that comes to mind whenever you hear these things. You can’t think and go back and change your answers. TIP: erase all of the other persons answers first.

Beer: alcoholism

Sex: fun

McDonald: had a farm, E I E I O

Relationship: Love

Purple: Rain

Power Rangers: Anime

Steroids: asthma control

Cartoons: voice-over

The President: moron

Tupperware: cake keeper

Santa Clause: Santa Claus

Halloween: trick-or-treat

Alice: 's Restaurant (dum dum dum dum... You can get anything you want at..)

Myspace: Ainjel Emme

Clowns: Circus

Marriage: Eric and me in a redwood cathedral ♥♥♥♥

Paris: Eiffel Tower

Patty: cake patty cake baker's man

Redheads: Kathleen and Marianne *cousins whose hair I envy*

Blondes: Sister and nephew Chris

One night stands: empty promises

Donald Trump: Example of too much ego

Neverland: Michael Jackson

Pixie: Tinkerbell

Word: Awesome!

Vanilla Ice Cream: is it sugar free and low fat? YUMMMMMMM

Hooters: Owls

High School Musical: Fiddler on the Roof

Pajamas: Comfy

Woody: surfer car

Wet Socks: Damn it cats! Barf where I don't walk!

I'm sort of back

As of last night I was able to eat solid food and starting to have an appetite again. This was after forcing myself to put nourishment in and deal with the pain of chicken soup passing through a very sore section of my mid-intestine. Water hurt. Gatorade hurt but made me feel better. Yogurt finally went through in the afternoon without hurting but I still needed to go lie down for a few hours after eating it. By evening, I was craving weird stuff like steak the way my parents used to broil it and vanilla ice cream. What I ate instead was a tuna melt sandwich. Mmmm.

I say that was weird stuff because I rarely eat beef and I don't eat ice cream anymore because of the fat and sugar. It sure would have felt good going down but after mostly fasting for two days I'm sure the sugar would have done a number on me.

Ironically, the day I got sick two fires started up in the mountains nearby. One of them is still burning and has created very bad air conditions. So as my stomach mended my lungs clogged up. Another fire started some distance away but is big enough to fill the central valley with smoke. No matter which way the wind blows, we get smoke. Both fires are bad for people I know.

People I've known for years and some I work with live in the nearby mountains.

My sister's oldest best friend Sue lives in the area where the other fire is with her parents and near her two grown kids. They've evacuated the whole town. An elderly lady died from a heart attack during the evacuation. I worry about them and wonder if they're OK. Can't ask my sister. She's in Australia. I called Sue's parents Mom and Dad long ago but I haven't seen them in close to 30 years. We exchange Christmas cards. I got a letter back the year Nana (Sue's grandmother) died.

Sue and Sue's daughter Holly lived with them around the corner from us when I was in high school. When I wasn't babysitting after school or having play or choir rehearsals, I was playing with Holly. The first children's book I ever wrote and illustrated was for the little boy I was babysitting after school. The second and third books were for Holly.

Holly is nearly 40 now. I think the books were lost in their many moves.

Hope they're OK.

Full bloom!

Friday morning I opened the front door to let Scampi go out to nibble grass, as is our tradition, and saw the night-blooming primrose had come into full bloom. Even though I felt like crap, I had to snap a picture before the sun wilted the flowers. Today I finally felt well enough to unload the photo and process it for posting.

Night-blooming primrose in full bloom

Peaceful afternoon? Not.

Our good neighbors with the child knocked on our door a few minutes ago. They saw a black man leaping fences and running through backyards so they called the police and went door-to-door warning neighbors. In our city, yards are fenced and most of our fences are 6 to 7 feet tall for privacy since our houses are close together. Now there's a helicopter hovering over our block, searching the backyards from the air.

This stuff doesn't usually happen in our neighborhood. I wonder why he was running through backyards instead of strolling casually down the sidewalk? Our neighborhood is diverse enough that he wouldn't have gotten any attention at all that way.

I peeked out the window to our backyard. Chloe wasn't in her chair. I guess he passed through our yard and she hid.

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