Fisrt of all, sorry this is so late. My hubby's birthday was today and so... you can just imagine.


E is for.........Embarrassment.


I am not blonde but sometimes have those blonde moments when all I can do is laugh. For instance, tonight my hubby and I went to Applebys' to get 1/2 price appertizers for his birthday.  I told him I wanted the classsic wingless wings. LOL.."DUH" What was I gonna eat... the sauce.  Now that's not too embarassing but I will share a story that is a little embarassing.

I was in the chiropractor office getting an adjustment.  It was one of those hands on adjustments where the "pop" your bones.  Well, the young lady doctor asked me to turn over on my side, and when I did I farted!!!!  I was so embarassed.!!! All I could do was say I'm sorry. She just laughed and said that it happens more times than I would imagine and that it was ok. I am so glad it was a lady and not some nice hunk of a man.

Now that I have shared an embarassing story with you, do you have the courage to share one with me??

D is for Dove...my departed but beloved dog



I miss her still.  It's been almost 2yrs and my heart still aches when I dwell on that fact.  She was 12 1/2 years old and she was my best friend.  The pet above all other pets.  Dove was friendly, gentle, loving, warm and STUBBORN.  I guess she inherited that gene from me.  I adopted Dove when she was 8 1/2 weeks old from the local animal shelter.    Her full grown ears looked funny against her puppy body.  She was half terrier and half cocker.  She LOVED to chase.  It didn't matter if it was a squirrel or a bug. She one time chased down an injured bird and ate part of it and scared the beejebbers out of me.  She often made me laugh.  She had an incredible sense of humor.  I could go on and on about that wonderful dog, but I don't want to bore you.  Below are some pics of my "baby:



My Christmas Puppy









Squirrel Chasing



Halloween Costume