Boxers or briefs,
Salad or soup,
Ranch or French
Alone or a group?
Introvert or extrovert,
Country or rock,
Canine or feline,
Piaget or Spock?
Switchers or fighters,
Whole milk or fat free,
Harley or Yamaha,
Democrat or GOP?
Star Wars or Star Trek,
Beatles or the Stones,
Connery or Craig,
Han Solo or Indiana Jones?
Life is full of trade offs
Everything’s a choice
So hurry, close the menu
And give yourself a voice.
Check this out! From my good friend at Sanseilife.wordpress.com.
This year I was pleased to see EnduraPet, my favorite dog supplement provider, had returned to the 2016 Denver Dog Show.
I have been using EnduraPet for about six years now and have never been disappointed with results.
Here is a post I did about how their Mobility Plus+ changed my ageing German Shepherd’s life Mobility Plus+
The quality of their products continues to impress me. I have a rescue dog suffering from Addison’s Disease. He is quite nervous during stormy weather such as thunder and extreme wind. He is also no so happy with fireworks. I have been using the Calming Plus+ product for about three years and find it does just that, calms poor Roscoe’s nerves. The wind, thunder and loud fireworks still bother him; but, with the help of Calming Plus+, he is able to settle down and wait out the event.
Rommy, Roscoe and Monty
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Ok, that’s a lame title, so sue me. My hips and upper thighs have been causing me extreme agony lately, and I’ve found that a good massage can help relieve some of my pain.
I had such a massage today. The therapist dug into my hips until the muscle relaxed and I could sigh in relief. But I also, at one point in the treatment got an intense cramp in the calf of my left leg causing me to kick the unsuspecting massage therapist squarely in the face.
After all he’d done for me I felt awful. Poor guy. I’m not sure any amount of gratuity is going to ease his pain, but it might buy him some ibuprofen.
Peace, people!
Let’s give this one some thought. If you had to name one thing, and one thing only, what would it be. And why?
My answer: Ironing!
Why? Because I still have the scars on my body from the last time I tried it.
Peace, people!
Don’t go slaying this dragon! Read more at anotsojadedlife.wordpress.com.
hang your prayers on banners,
pennants flying in the sun
waving over fallow fields,
snapping in the winter dawn.
best to see them flapping,
madly dancing on the breeze
than dragging limply, wasted
unmarshalled, and ungrieved.
One of the trivia questions our team answered incorrectly on Friday evening was the number of points awarded when a dart sticks in the very bottom section of a dart board. Not a one of us was a darts player. I ardently wished to be able to phone a friend, but that option wasn’t available.
One member of our team (The Pattycakes) was almost certain it was worth nine points. Another felt like it might be six. Neither had the correct answer: THREE.
But I found it interesting that both of the incorrect guesses were multiples of three, as if in some corner of their minds our team members were making connections to the actual answer.
The brain is an amazing organ. I’m so glad I have one. Too bad I lost the owner’s manual years ago.
Peace, people!
With a sexy, come hither look, Patches wears her heart on her cute little nose. 
I love this little cat, with her independent ways and squeaky little meow.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
Oh! That’s what I said when I finished reading this. Oh! Read more at robertokaji.com.
Nine Ways of Shaping the Moon
for Lissa
1
Tilt your head and laugh
until the night bends
and I see only you.
2
Weave the wind into a song.
Rub its fabric over your skin.
For whom does it speak?
3
Remove all stars and streetlights.
Remove thought, remove voice.
Remove me. But do not remove yourself.
4
Tear the clouds into threads
and place them in layered circles.
Then breathe slowly into my ear.
5
Drink deeply. Raise your eyes to the brightness
above the cedars. Observe their motion
through the empty glass. Repeat.
6
Talk music to me. Talk conspiracies
and food and dogs and rain. Do this
under the wild night sky.
7
Harvest red pollen from the trees.
Cast it about the room
and look…
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Read this one aloud. Read more at mikesteeden.wordpress.com.
Interlaced tongues sweetest tortures, and for you a crown of hawthorn
Come mornings lame duck situation, at first light a passion stillborn
Your carriage awaits full of treasures, a catalogue of what was before
Love letters returned back to sender, your key on the hook by the door
You split with a satchel of shared dreams, and a trunk full of burning desire
In your wake left a parcel of memories, and finger band of barbed wire
Those bared paintings of you in the grand hall, the place where all sinners got wed
Now hang on the walls of a bedroom, where all our spare tears once were shed
Words aimed below the belt and pulled punches, a ripped bodice, a craving that devours
Then the affirmation of stained sheets, hungover from the afterglow hours
You travelled back to the place where you came from, climbed dizzy heights just to…
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Praying for Eyebrowz 