Do You Have An Over Loved Pet?

April is in Montana without me. Of course, we share our camera and since it is with her I thought I'd ask my readers for help.

If you have a pet you love and a photo you want to share, won't you share it with me? I would love to post it on my Daily Overload Pet Photo space.

E-mail me at puggieluv @ msn dot com - look for your picture! Make sure you tell me your name, and the name of your pet! And anything else you want to share about your pet pic!

Thanks for Your Help!

Jamiegirl

Sweet Peas

My wonderful sister-in-law Lizzie took this photo. She is also a lover of the sweet pea. Anytime I smell them I am immediately transported back in time. When I was a little girl my Grandma Johnson would line the concrete cinder block fence in her backyard with sweet peas. She had what seemed like to me miles of them covering her fence when they were in bloom. In reality they probably covered a 10 foot width and went up and over the 7 foot fence. All I know is there there were enough of them to completely immerse your sense of smell. The blooms were so sweet with fragrance being in her back yard was heady feeling. So whenever I see them today, I can't help but bend down and inhale their scent.

Exactly Why Being Right is Not So Important to Me and Apologizing Is

High School Is Ancient History

I graduated from this school, almost 30 years ago. Yep, I'm that frickin' old but that is besides the point.
Here's the deal. I'm having issues with people from that many years ago wanting to be friends on Facebook. I just don't get it. Honestly. Especially, if we were never friends to begin with or even acquaintances. I don't even recall having one conversation with you, ever. I just don't understand your interest in me.


Yes, I have some friends from High School on my Facebook page. And, yes I suppose they were part of the "inner sanctum" I was a part of way back then, but really the majority of them (especially "my girls") and I have stayed in touch. We have remained friends. We have remained in contact all these years and loved and supported one another. So forgive me if I reject your friend request.

I would naturally think me rejecting your friend request not once, not twice, but many more times than that would give you a hint. But no, I open my Facebook to see you there again today. I realize that even the nicest note I could write to you will make me sound like a stuck up snob. You don't know me well enough to know that I'm not. I'm just picky who I let into my personal space these days. I have absolutely no desire to relive high school, none what-so-ever. On top of that, you have befriended many people who's behavior and treatment of others I absolutely abhorred back then. I'm really not interested in finding out if they have changed. Really.

In addition, my life is full. I am busy. I'm in school taking some of the toughest classes I've ever encountered. I have a rockin' relationship with a women I adore. I moved away from California and it does not pain me in the least. (Except being away from my friends and family!) So, for me Facebook is an easy way to keep in touch with them. Not with people who were 1 in a High School of 2,400 who have some weird need to be my friend on Facebook. It's not personal, I swear. I really don't remember us ever having any communication. I do recall seeing you at the one and only reunion I attended. I seem to remember that you may be an attorney and live in the Pacific Northwest, but I'm not positive.


I don't look back at those years as the highlight of my life, or that I am forever a little beacon that bloomed in Cerritos and went on to great things because of it. Trust me, I don't. It was just school. Yes, some of it was fun. Some of it was worth it, but now I look back and wonder why I didn't get out at 16 and go on to college. I was that bored with the simple classes and the man-boys that taught us. My being involved in school was the only thing that kept me in it. There are no glory days I want to relive, really.

All that said, today I hit the friend button and added you. I can only say I feel like I've been stalked on Facebook and I just didn't see a way to handle it gracefully.

Vacation ~ Some Spots and Shots

So, this is my face on vacation. Happy, happy, happy. This was probably the most relaxing vacation I've taken in the last 10 years.

If you get the chance, drive down to the Oregon Coast. It is truly a site to behold. The coast is different from any other I've visited or lived upon. Green trees cover the mountains and hills to the east of the coast. The dunes that lead to the beach are thick with long grass and cool sand. Driftwood lies upon the beach where ever your eye lands. In the morning when the tide is out there are tide pools to be found that hold little treasures. We happen to see a small purple crab running to hide from our view.

We specifically stayed in Rockaway Beach. Is is the much less commercial cousin to Cannon Beach. Loved it. The locals were all very friendly and the main strip of town was packed with yummy fresh seafood. We had delicious fresh halibut, smoked salmon, and of course found a local mexican food restaurant. My Pina Colda was perfect and the food delicioso'!

We headed down to check out the Tillamook Cheese Factory. The cheese was had by all. The freebie's line long but worth it. We managed to avoid the ice cream that day! It was interesting to watch the process of cutting, weighing, packaging it up, and having it ready for sale. I felt sorry for the workers, who have to feel like hamsters in a cage with people watching them from above all day long. I wanted to flash the guys as they looked up, but we all figured it would get us kicked out of the place, so I resisted! Just thought it might lighten a very long and boring day.

The dunes at the beach. I realized I miss hearing the sound of the waves crashing on the beach. It was so peaceful.









Mom was a good sport and we had many laughs! The captain of Cannon Beach and mom.

It was a great trip, one that I could have extended for a full week of beach living. We will return!

Sweetness

Our container garden is over flowing with red, ripe, sweet tomatoes. I had a salad for dinner tonight graced with their presence and they were so delicious they overjoyed my tongue with their taste. If store bought tasted this sweet I would buy oodles full and never wince about the cost! Thanks to my gardener!

House Guests

House guests are wonderful, but lead to lack of blogging. That's all there is to it. But, it's been a fun month!