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Happy Birthday, Madi!

To celebrate Madi’s 16th Birthday she is having a Road Trip hop and I wouldn’t miss it for nothin’ because I love Madi and Mom and I LOVE cars! Both my parents were car lovers so how would I miss getting the car loving gene? We are to tell a story about learning to drive… if our parents taught us, if we went the driver’s ed route, and the fun or not so fun things that might have happened. So I am going to tell the story about learning to drive and the day I took my drivers license test. Here it is Madi and Mom… the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. It got pretty ugly.

I wasn’t much interested in learning to drive. Most of my friends had their license but I was more interested in horsing around… literally. I preferred the real kind of horse power instead of the engine under the hood kind. And truthfully, I was scared to death to have my Dad teach me to drive. He was a cool Dad but he didn’t have a lot of patience. Our first learning to drive session was our last after driving to the parking lot at my high school and tooling around there briefly and driving back home. He threw open the back door and yelled to my Mom to call the drivers ed guy you had to pay to get legally on the road. Did I mention my Dad was a bit short on patience?

So, I did the driving lessons with a man in our tiny town. Our private Catholic high school didn’t offer drivers ed but it did have morning mass where you could pray that you would pass your drivers test. I didn’t pray hard enough. Took the first few lessons in the instructor’s car, you know, where he had a dual set of controls so there weren’t any mishaps. And then you drove the car you were going to use for the test. My dad drove a 1967 Chevy Impala, it was a tank, and my Mom had a little white Ford Falcon convertible with red seats… it was sweet. My Dad went out and traded it on a 1966 green Mustang but that’s a whole other story… my Mom was inconsolable. I finished out the driving lessons in the little convertible and all was good. I hit the I55 highway to St. Louis with my Dad and he declared me a damn good driver… said I drove like a man! No sissy girly driving for his daughter.

The day of the test he wanted me to take the TANK… what the heck? He drove me there and he parked on the street on a slight decline and turned the wheels into the curb. He had NEVER done that before but he had heard a whole lot about turning the front wheels into the curb on hills for the past few weeks. Into the license office we went and I got a nice police guy with a buzz cut like you would have expected. I was not then and am not now good at any kind of test so I was terrified, intimidated, and my Dad was standing there with his hands in his pant’s pockets rocking back and forth in his shiny wingtips. I just wanted him to go get a coffee and a couple of eggs over easy… anywhere else but where I was going to be taking my test.

Buzz Cut slid into the passenger seat and I reluctantly got in the driver’s seat. There were some preliminary instructions and questions and then he told me to start her up. I did… that went well. Put the car in drive, it was an automatic on the floor, and gave the gas pedal a little nudge. The car would not move forward. Buzz Cut said to give it a little more gas and so I did. This is where it got ugly. I gave it too much gas, jumped the curb, and hit the parking meter… I mean hit the parking meter hard enough that it was listing quite a bit. I was mortified, in shock, and my Dad was running towards his beloved gold Impala. Buzz Cut said that was it for me and that I might like to come back and try again on another day in six months… YEAH, on another day when my Dad hadn’t cut the tires to the curb and in the sweet little car of my Mom’s that I knew like the back of my hand. I didn’t talk to my Dad for a week and I didn’t go back for my drivers license for a year.

I passed my test with flying colors a year later, maybe less than year. My girlfriends were all sympathetic, no snickering, at least that I know of. Well, there was one girlfriend that laughed and made me feel miserable but she isn’t a friend anymore. CH says I still drive like a guy… Hey, I think I drive like a woman who knows cars. I love a manual four on the floor but both our vehicles now are automatics. I had a jeep for a short time a few years back and that industrial sized shift and clutch put my back out. Sent that to the used car lot! I still love cars, I love to drive… fast, with the radio up. And I never, NEVER cut my front wheels to the curb even if I am parking on a mountain. When I put a car in park that car better dang well stay in park!


Participating in ROAD TRIP for Madi’s 16th Birthday!

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Happy 16th Birthday, Madi!

Friendly Fill-ins ~ Week #44

It is Friday Friendly Fill-in time… where did this week go? You can find the Fill-ins at McGuffy’s Reader and 15andmeowing on Thursday. That gives you some time to think about your Fill-ins instead of doing them at the last minute like I am doing this morning… think storms and no internet yesterday. Just click on the badge above to take you to other blogs that have participated!

  1. I hope Gilmore Girls gets renewed for another season. Yep, I know Gilmore Girls is done and finished. But I just got hooked on this show. Where was I back in 2000 when this show started? Never heard of it until last month when I found it on TV in the wee hours of the morning when I couldn’t sleep.
  2. My first crush was tall, dark, and handsome… almost 16 hands tall, dark bay, and went by the name of Sugarfoot. I was one of those lucky young horse loving girls that found a bow on the stall door and my first horse inside on Christmas morning!
  3. Chopping onions usually makes me cry. Unless I have my contacts on, and then it doesn’t affect me at all. Had this discussion last week. Having contacts on while chopping onions held back the tears for most people.
  4. If I were a super-hero, I would be a befuddled one. I can’t even begin to imagine myself as a super-hero. But I would love to have super-hero powers and see that all kitties were never intentionally hurt by humans. All kitties were safe and in homes where they were loved and respected until the very end… held until their last breath. This hope/wish is not limited to felines.


Welcome Little Teddy Kimmell!

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So happy Angel Sammy found you for your Mom and Dad, Teddy! You are in the most wonderful home with two people that love you and you are so special to them. Especially loved forever just like your big brother Angel Sammy who will lovingly and delightfully guide you through all things cat. All of blogland welcomes you with an open heart. Click on the badge to take you to the blog hop and just scroll down to see other posts welcoming Teddy!

What greater gift than the love of a cat?” …Charles Dickens

Sammy, Come Fly With Me!

Sammy! I finally have you right where I want you today… with me in my favorite spot under the Oaks on the Tiny Ten. CH and I are so happy to welcome you for this fun visit! You look so handsome in your red beret.

I want to thank Easy and Madi and Mom for making this visit possible. I also want to thank your Mom for letting you fly to MissouREE! After wine and niptini time we are serving BACON cheeseburgers… we will hold the cheeseburger Sammy and serve you BACON, BACON, BACON! And fish… if you so wish! So HAPPY you are here, Sammy! We love your furry Ginger Self more than words can ever say! Fly safely Sammy!


*Sadly Easy passed over the Rainbow Bridge Wednesday but his Mom and Dad wanted this Blog Hop to go on for Sammy. Easy is so missed. He was the sweetest, funniest Weim with a huge heart.
**I want to thank Madi’s Mom for her crazy fun editing skills and getting Sammy here at the Tiny Ten!

***I wanted to update this post. Yesterday Sammy flew over the Rainbow Bridge. This Come Fly With Me Blog Hop was to honor his courage and fight to stay with us. He is so missed.



I was nominated by Clowie to participate in the “Eight Photos of Happiness” blog tag… Thank you Clowie. You can click on the first photo or any photo to make the gallery photo bigger.. all the better to see my happiness! These photos are HAPPY for me. I could have done tons more photos of things and people that make me happy but I had to keep it to eight.

Here are the rules for the tag/challenge…
Thank the nominator and link back to them. Done.
Link to the creator, Ariel.
Post eight photos of happiness. The photos can be anything that represents a moment, object, place or feeling that makes you happy and a brief description why you selected it.
Spread the “happiness” by nominating up to 10 other bloggers. I am choosing to nominate any of my friends that would like to show their HAPPINESS!

*I took the day off from visiting blogs yesterday because CH and I had a busy day and today is busy too! I promise to get to your blogs later today…. Promise!


Random 5 Friday

DSC_2616 - CopyWe have a new visitor to The Tiny Ten! He has been here about two weeks. I have not been able to get a decent picture of him… this is as good as I could do. He is camera shy. He has the sweetest little bird speak, I love hearing him talk, talk, talk in the morning… drink-your-tea! He is right outside our family room window in the bush which he has claimed as his own. He has a tiny fierce and protects his rights to that bush.

I am totally amazed by a modification to my clothing choice in my life. I have fallen out of love with jeans… people who know me know I love my jeans. My new fascination with comfortable clothing that makes me HAPPY is clothing from ATHLETA. I can’t stay away from their online site. It is the long and capri bottoms, the Asana tees, and the hoodies that make me excited about getting dressed in the morning again and has me doing my heart healthy walks around The Tiny Ten.

I can’t get anything done because I am watching Shelly’s Tinykittens. Her new fosters are The Sesame Street Kittens and she has a Livestream 24/7 cam. Five little kittens thrown in a trash can. Found by Handyman Joel when he heard little mews. My anger can’t be contained. Now they have a bright and happy future ahead of them with the promise of homes where they will be loved and respected. As I get ready to hit publish the kittens have taken down the cam! Have to wait till Shelly wakes up and gets cam back in position. These kittens are little scamps and love taking down the camera.


DSC_2571 - CopyI might be missing Florida.

I haven’t had wine for over a week. Wine Time today on The Porch… four ohhhh clock! I think bruschetta will be making an appearance. Hot diggity!

I am joining Nancy at A Rural Journal for Random 5 Friday. Welcome back Nancy and thank you for R5F!

Something Floofy Our Way Comes!

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Floofy as a description is not limited to cats I am thinking with all the feather floof this Nuthatch has going on. It was a bit breezy on Sunday and he had the wind blowing out of the South right up his floofy derriére. He and his bird herd join us under the Oaks at 4 oh clock for wine time. He isn’t shy about letting CH know the amber dish is without sunflower hearts. He chats to CH on his way to and from the workshop to fill up the little dish. This one follows CH from tree to tree, little bird feet making tiny bird step noises on the bark as he yakyak yak-YAKs until CH comes out with the full dish and sets it in the holder.

I call the Nuthatches “The Mimes” because when their feathers aren’t all floofy but rather sleek and flat to their bird bodies they remind me of mimes. Nothing silent about them at all though. They have so much to say! We know.. they say it all during wine time.

The title of this post… I think I may have picked up the phrase from Tinykittens, a foster home for rescue cats and kittens with Foster Mom Kitten Whisperer Shelly Roche in Fort Langley, BC. You can watch the kittens live 24/7 at http://tinykittens.com/live. Tinykittens Facebook page.. http://facebook.com/tinykittens How did I ever go from Nuthatches to kittens? Oh my! To watch The Mimes at The Tiny Ten.. you have to come visit!

*I purchased a new lens, it’s smarter than me. For now.. 🙂