Christmas Songs With Fouryearolds

The Psychopoodle In Action

Merry Holiday

Not too much to say, other than 2006 is nearly done-for.

It's been interesting and many, many episodes of it all I hope will not be repeated.

I'd better go find my shades, because the future is brightening all the time.

Here are a few of the pictures of what 2006 was really about for me.

The Fouryearold's Letter To Santa

Dear Santa,
How are you today?
I'm going to Grandma Kay's house for Christmas.
Please look for me there.
My brother Charlie would like blocks.
Please bring cat toys for my cats.
My dog Chester would like a shaky ball with nuts in it.
Thank you, Santa.
Love,
Augusta Ruth Larsen

Big Mack

He's big.

He's the texture of a bunny.

His borders are a bit blurred.

He has a penchant for licking... my nose, just as I'm trying to fall asleep.

He's one of three Mac(k)s in the house since the arrival of a new laptop last week.

He rarely misses a meal. Never misses if it's ice cream or cereal. Or chicken.

He spends his day on my pillow while I spend the night sneezing and itching.

He sends the Psychopoodle into fits, pummeling him regularly with his declawed boxing gloves.

He came from our local shelter seven years ago and our house hasn't been the same since.

He's named for a macchiato, which is truly a cup of espresso with a mark of foam, though he'd prefer the caramel.

He is a lapful.

He's probably the strangest cat I've ever met. At least until I get another cat.

Think on This

This disease crosses all economic, gender, social, religious and age barriers that might have been set in our worlds.

It won't go away on its own.

Today is the day that those not living with the disease can reflect and help.

For those living with the disease, TODAY is the day to come before a day that a cure might be found.