The Man Who Raised Me. 23 Years After His Passing, 3-21-2000; Certain Songs Remind Me Sharply Of How

Vanadinite collected east of Globe, AZ

Fen at 4 months. Nice to have her and her sister Louie in our lives today.

I had to reblog this, no other alternative bwahahaha!

The airbag…wait for it…LOL

For my gardening this year, once Spring has sprung

So mote it be.

Mt. St Helens, form the northeast, 1987. Before any visitors center, or for that matter, anything...

8 months in, our babygrrls were spayed this last Tuesday...these pics were at home after we picked them up. Poor things... Now Thursday, everyone feels a little better.(Doesn't hurt that mama Loki is working hard to make them comfy and happy.)

Blessed Beltane to all my brothers and sisters. Keep Fire in your hearts, and may the coming days be better for us all! (Blessed Samhain to my brothers and sisters in the Southern Hemisphere. Same message applies!)

Right up front: this ain't a "poor pitiful me" post. Life on life's terms is what it is. So, at the beginning of the year, I got some unwelcome news after a prostate check, followed up by a biopsy; I am now officially one of those fellas around the country diagnosed with cancer. I am told it's quite curable, but this will involve removing the traitorous organ, and other significant changes. To my mind it beats the shit out of an early dirt nap. What I am leading up to is this: if you're a fella over 50, do yourself a favor and Get. Checked. Regardless of your age, pay attention to what your body is telling you, and you just might live a lot longer.

Yeah...not gonna chance it

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”