excuse me, I’m new here, but are the specials usually this popular?
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Yes, they’re as popular as popcorn at the Gator Bowl.
our three year old granddaughter Ella at her first football game!
Category: Humor
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the hideout – revisited on Friday the 13th., 2023
On Friday the 13th. of July, 2018, I posted this piece. Time passes, moments are fleeting, but these thoughts hang around while the wind blows a winter’s chill that moves the tall naked sticks that once were trees outside my window this afternoon. I needed a bit of fun, a bit of cheer. Maybe you do, too. Return with me now to those thrilling days of yesteryear when Pretty and I were just a couple of cowpokes in the Wyoming summer...
Alas, Pretty and Number One Son Drew are winging their way toward Las Vegas on this Friday the 13th. and all of us at Casita de Cardinal will be happy to know they have landed safely tonight. Charly, Spike and I were quite the forlorn threesome when Pretty and her suitcase rolled out of the house this morning. Luckily, I have had an epic Wimbledon Gentlemen’s Semifinal match that lasted over 6 hours to keep my mind occupied today, but tennis has not been a source of comfort for Charly and Spike, I’m afraid. Sigh. Oh, well, it is Friday the 13th.
In times like these, I often resort to pictures of previous places I have been that make me happy to revisit. One such place was on a trip Pretty and I took 9 years ago with two of our favorite friends, Linda and Beth, to a dude ranch called the Hideout in Shell, Wyoming. Yeehaw. We cowboy.
Beth (l.) gets credit for planning the adventures
Pretty embraced the concept…
Linda (l.) and a wannabe cowgirl Kristi the Kid from Scotland
another wannabe cowgirl (me) on the left with
real cowgirl Linda and guide Stewart on the trail
my horse the oversized Wapiti who was wonderful,
but oh, so very WIDE…ouch, my aching butt
this cowgirl needed lots of breaks
this cowgirl didn’t ever need a break
the views on the trail were almost as gorgeous as the smiles
BUT as fate would have it, I was happiest when I was playing Scrabble…
…and Wapiti was in the pasture having fun with the other horses
I hope all of my friends in cyberspace have a safe Friday the 13th., a great weekend and wonderful memories of your own Hideouts when you need them.
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Slava Ukraini. For the children.
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Cardinal Cat Cafe
“Hey, come look in the carport. You have a visitor – it’s a new cat I don’t recognize, and it’s sitting next to the food bowls. Come see if this cat is one of your regulars at the Cat Cafe,” Pretty laughed as she called to me from the kitchen one morning this week. “Sheila’s Cat Cafe. Come on down. Everyone’s welcome.” Pretty continued chuckling to herself as I walked through the kitchen to peep through the back door. Hahaha, I thought. Very funny.
Hm. Nope…definitely not a cat I knew.
“Well,” I turned to Pretty. “I will not feed this cat. This cat wasn’t one of Carport Kitty’s friends. You realize the only reason I fed the other two cats is because they came to pay their respects after CPK passed. I refuse to become the old lesbian cat lady that lives on Cardinal.”
Pretty shook her head and said with measured mirth, “That ship sailed months ago. It is what it is, Naynay. Seems to me we need to call our carport feeding bowls Sheila’s Cat Cafe.”
Somehow that both annoyed and made me smile, too. I mulled things over. “Okay, okay. But let’s call it the Cardinal Cat Cafe. I like the alliteration better.” And therein lay the beginning of the next cat saga which now included a third unnamed cat who felt a menu of Meow Mix as an entree plus Temptations for dessert was delightful.
Tux and Belli wait to place their order
Help Wanted
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Slava Ukraini. For the children.
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twas the week before Christmas…
and all through the house just one creature was stirring, for sure not a mouse.
The colorful papers were wrapped into shape by Pretty whose hands never made a mistake.
Her gifts were bought with the greatest of care throughout the year from here, there and everywhere
But now came the question that brought such a fright amidst wrapping papers in the morn’s early light:
What on earth did I do with all of those gifts for 2022?
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Meanwhile, I offer support without stirring in front of the fire but cheering on Pretty whose care I admire.
Ok. That’s enough. Somebody stop me. The Grinch in me is done.
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Pretty has always been the heart of our holidays.
Pretty at Christmas on Canterbury in 2012
Slava Ukraini. For the children.
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a child’s question
the Pride flag and the broom
Last week I saw our 3 year old granddaughter Ella trying her best to strike our Pride flag with a broom she found in the back yard. I watched as she struggled to swing the broom handle several times in the air with increasing agitation each time she flailed without success.
“Ella,” I said. “What in the world are you doing? That’s our Pride flag – it’s very important to your nanas.”
“I’m waiting for the candy to fall,” she answered with a withering look in my direction.
Lol.
Ella and Pretty at the Gamecock Women’s basketball game several days later
“Nana, did any candy ever fall out of your Pride flag?”
We had to report no candy yet.
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Slava Ukraini. For the children.
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