The magpies are wrong.

It is as simple as that. If any of you do not know what that means, google magpies and you might find the answer. Sorry to be so cryptic. It is the way I feel right now.

What a year it has been. Sure there have been ups and downs, but that is what life is about.

I have many things I’d like to say but for some reason, I cannot find the words. Not in my mind nor in the music I love so much.
Every song that comes close might be suitable for some and not for others and not only that, this isn’t about that mushy stuff called romance.

I’ve been places that I have only dreamed of seeing, met people who in some way have touched my life in a good way and done things and faced things I never EVER thought I would do or face.

To those of you who have made this year a special one, I offer my sincere thanks.

“I’ve had the time of my life”

Sometimes the lyrics of a song say everything you want to say but can’t find the right words. Even though they are on the tip of your tongue.

Thank you, Angelika.

Normally, conversation at the Angelryon fishing hole goes from good to bad and then bad to worse. But let Angelika loose in the kitchen and there is no telling what the conversation at the dinner table will evolve into. The following is tonight’s episode.

Imagine if you will … Angelika, her son and myself sitting at the table enjoying what I must admit was a delicious Mexican meal. Burritos, which I love and Spanish rice, which I am not overly fond of. Angelika is making a burrito in the most lady-like fashion … I can’t describe it, you have to see it to believe it.

Burrito filled and rolled and she takes it “daintily” in both hands and BITES … the burrito squirts but it isn’t immediately noticed. A few minutes later, her long hair draped over ample boobage, the squirted burrito juice is found. Deposited within the realms of her luxurious tresses. Amidst dramatically uttered OMG’s, Angelika rids herself of the juice and takes another bite.

Needless to say, the burrito deposits more juice and laughter abounds … at least from Angelika’s son and myself. We are duly given “THE look” and find that trying not to laugh is difficult and causes snorts and other various noises to filter through hands that have been clamped over mouths.

I know I said I love burritos, but spraying herself with the greasy juice from one wasn’t what I was hoping for. Honestly Angelika, please use your regular perfume … too much grease is bad for the heart. Besides, my sides hurt from laughing so hard.

The day dawns and bags are packed into the car. Tiny by some people’s standards but, just right for hym and hys pup. Hys pup had been dropped off the day before with food, treats and toys as well as a shirt hy had worn for more days than hy cared to think about. It could have sat up in a chair by itself and had gone from bleached white to worn grey over the days and nights it had clung to hys body.