Box? What box?

Celebrating!

I had a nice birthday this year. Lunch with   C and my SIL and dinner with my dad and family. Afterwards our traditional cake with the Pugs.  Life is sweet!

P's first attempt came out blurry....darn!

Marty and I

Trying again, everyone switched places!

The Ultimate Birthday Post Revisited

Today is my birthday, again.  Wasn't it just my birthday?  I've had a lot of birthdays.  I remember many and would like to forget others!  Five years ago I was shocked by my age.  Now I am stunned.  Where has this time gone?  I can not be this old, can I?  Everyone says age is only a number and I too agree....but as the numbers get higher your outlook changes!  We have to embrace each year, each change!

So as they say most things we do in life are imprinted when we are young, so here goes!

If everyone tells you that your a princess, you are!

Birthdays are fun?

Someday you'll marry a man like your dad who likes to fish!

Ahhhh, that birthday fun again!

Friends will change

Dancing on a bar will still make you the center of attraction.

Everyone has their meltdowns

Don't be afraid of the fall!

If YOU think your cool...you are!

Stripes are slimming???

Now I'm off to continue celebrating my day!

RIP Coco

Just the thought of another little blogger buddy going to the Rainbow Bridge has set this Pug mama into a sad, sad, state.  It is so very difficult to acknowledge that no matter how very hard we fight to keep our furry ones with us, they must go before us.

Please join me today in saying a sad farewell to Coco please go over and give his mom a hug.  She sure needs one today.

RIP Norman Featherstone

Back when I first started blogging I found Goodboy Norman Featherstone. Over the weeks a bunch of us became "blogging friends" and got to know each other across the miles. In October of 2007 I traveled to Charlotte, NC to meet some of them. On the last day of my journey I traveled home with Norman's mom and spent the day with them and overnight! I even got to share my bed with Norman. Sadly at the age of 12 Norman has passed away. He gave that old Cancer a run for it's money! God speed little Norman. I will treasure our friendship forever....

Six in the sun

Rocking out

Last night P, C and I headed to the lilac festival to listen to P's fav old time band Marshal Tucker. Little Brooke and her mama showed up too.