Trench Warfare & Christmas Time

One of my favorite Christmas stories ever is a true one. Please forgive me because I’m going by memory. I’m not googling it.

During World War I, the world was at war and the Allie and German troops were conducting trench warfare somewhere in France. On Christmas Day, they put down their arms and celebrated Christmas together. Some people would rather emaphasize the fact that they then went back to warring with each other after that. But I like to take away the fact that there will always be difference, and disputes and well – war.

But on that one day, there was peace. And the peace was bigger than man, country and war. And it came from a place that is not of this earth. Now that’s the true story of Christmas.

We’re on our way home from my parents’ house. I hope that cat and dog are as peaceful with us and each as they were on our way up here.

I may post again when I get home today. For some reason I’m feeling chatty.

The Show-Down

Tuk Tuk has never known fear in his short life.

So he takes chances that he shouldn’t take.

I watched the scene before me unfold.

Actually, I could have stopped it but I didn’t.

I wanted to see what would happen. But if the situation were to deteriorate, I of course would step in to save the little bugger.

But you know what? Nothing happened. Baby watched the machinations for a few minutes, then got up and walked away. Like it was a stroll in the park.

Sorry for the anti-climatic finish. What did you expect? Blood and gore? You should be ashamed of yourselves.

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Maria The Cat

Maria needs a home.

Maria needs a family.

Maria is fun.

Maria loves to play.

If I could take Maria home, I would.

Are you a cat-less household? That’s a shame! You are missing out.

Our Baby came to live with us after we visited CAWL. He was 10 years old. How about you? Can you give Maria a home today?

This is CAWL’s website and if you want to give Maria a home, please call them today at 410-535-9300. Their email is cawl@comcast.net.

The Cool Cat

The last time we were at CAWL, we came home with a cat.

Not just any cat, The Cool Cat.

We just love him.

Tomorrow, I hope to stop by again on  my way to PETCO. I hope I don’t come back with another animal.

Meow

This is just the cat. It has nothing to do with yesterday’s post. You know – women – catty. Never mind, I had to explain it to the husband too. Moving on…

See that tooth? Well I used to have one like that. People would sometimes say, I was a Pretty Girl, but I knew they were lying. They just felt sorry for me because I had a tooth that stuck out of my mouth like John McCain at a Madonna concert. Sorry for the bad metaphor. Every time I smiled, I looked like I was going to eat the person I was in conversation with. So I didn’t like to smile. I didn’t like to get my picture taken. I’m a warped adult because of that tooth.

My parents never got me braces and I don’t hold it against them – all the time. So at the ripe age of 33, I got braces. It was such a pivotal time that I still tear up when I think about it. I’m fixed! My life is perfect because my teeth are perfect.

So to spare my kids from becoming warped adults, they both have metal. And I’m going to get the cat’s tooth pulled, because I don’t want him to be warped either. Though I’m not sure if he cares. He would eat us if he could.

That being said, the husband married me before I got braces. But he’s a special guy, and blind…he’s a blind pilot. I can’t tell you what a wonderful guy he is. He makes me tea every night.

Just another confession on the world wide web.

So knowing all this…name this picture.