Tale of Pilgrim tears

Waiting in line 

at the Plymouth Town Hall 

isn't fun 

and waiting in line for a dump pass 

is enough to make anyone cry….

especially with the new landfill policy effective July 1. 

 I'll spare you the details, 

but let's just say all trash (except recyclables) has to be put in orange bags 
provided by the town 

at a cost of $1.25/bag. 

The new bagging system is enough to make a 

Pilgrim shed a bucket of tears, 
but 
who am I to rock the Mayflower?

If I could have gotten a pass online…

I would have spared myself an arduous voyage 

through the Plymouth Town Hall.  

To my chagrin,  I found the line around the water cooler, out the door, down the hall....

At least it was moving…albeit a slow crawl.  

Luckily for me...

I was standing behind a young mother with 

3 small boys….ages, 6, 3 and 2...
a rambunctious Wampanoag Tribe.

I thanked her for the free entertainment.

I actually wished I was ahead of the woman in line….

not because her 3 little indians were driving me crazy,

but I would have let her cut in front,

 so she could get out of their faster.  

Unfortunately...
not one other Pilgrim in front of her 

let her jump ahead.

Geez, and I thought the Pilgrim's motto was...
"all for one, one for all... 

together, in the same boat."

Anywhoooo….

When it was FINALLY her turn, 
the young mother found out 
that she was missing proof that she lived in Plymouth.

(You would have thought her Wampanoag Tribe 

was enough proof that she lived in town.)

 All her waiting in line was all for naught.

That's when she announced she was going to cry…

which she proceeded to do.  

Thanks for the warning.

A man (coming to her defense)…

told the town employee 

(who I believe was just doing her job)

 that she was rude to the young woman …

which made the
 town employee upset and cry too. 

I didn't know who to console.

Needless to say, it was a
 unnerving day...
at the Plymouth Town Hall...

and we weren't even under attack by Indians

(except for the 3 Wampanoags 
running around, 
pulling out plugs,

and draining the water cooler.)

Not for nothing…

but the new Landfill plan the town is instituting

 is almost as laughable 
as the rock where the Pilgrims first landed.

But...

as our Pilgrim forefathers once said,

"No use spilling tears over 
new landfill policy."

World's Ugliest Dog Contest?

Did you happen to see the winner of the 

25th Annual World's 

Ugliest Dog Contest?

Meet the winner...

Walle

a mix of beagle, boxer, and basset hound.

Ugly? 

I think Walle couldn't be cuter.

Nothings screams cute more

than a mutt with a

huge head, hump back, and duck feet.

They say "beauty is in the eye of the beholder." 

 I would never have thought of entering Walle 

in an ugly dog contest.  

If that dog's ugly…

I'm a monkey's uncle.

I hope no dog's feelings were hurt 

during the events of the contest.

It could be damaging to their ego...

to parade around and be laughed at.

I'm guessing Walle

doesn't have a bone to pick with anyone 

about the contest…

especially with winning the crown.  

(Go ahead…

call me the World's Ugliest Dog…

now throw me another Beggin' Strip...

beef and bacon.yum.)

I wonder what dogs think of 

beauty contests for human women.

???

Walle is probably feeling sorry for  the winner of Miss USA..

sorry Miss Connecticut had to starve herself 

to fit into her 

bathing suit...

and all he had to do was be ugly in his 

birthday suit.

Anywhoooo

Speaking of birthdays...

Duncandog's birthday is today. 

I hope he's with his dog friends 

in doggy heaven 

having a hell of a pawty...

maybe a little poker...

and some treats.

We're sending up a 

whole lot of love.

Happy Birthday Duncandog.

An Encounter of A Wondrous Kind with Jane Doe

The other evening…I was in my car, 

on my way to the TajMa Mall…

when I experienced an 

encounter of a wondrous kind.

(This Kat has a flair for the dramatics,

but trust me.)

I was driving the back roads to the 

Taj Ma MALL…

singing along to the radio …

when a deer jumped out from the woods into the road. 

 I immediately slowed down…

not wanting to hit, 
or be hit by a deer.

 But instead of the deer 

high tailing her white tail across the road…

she stopped...

smack dab in the middle of the road.  

She then turned her head and looked directly at me...

standing perfectly still.

 She was saying something  to me.  

Huh?  

Then I got it...

when a few seconds later, 

her fawn caught up with her. 

(the most adorably awkward spindly legged fawn.)

She then continued across the road 

with her dear trailing behind her.

It made sense.

She was a

Doe... 

a deer…. 

a female deer.

Or as I like to call her...

Jane Doe.

Anywhooo….

When I say "I was moved by this encounter" with 
Momma Dear...

I was. beyond.

It was beautiful to watch Jane Doe stand there... 
like a crossing guard...
protecting her young.

 A mother's love...
(no matter what species)
always 
strong, fierce, protective.

Jane Doe...
representing all mothers.

What felt most unique about my encounter was that

I felt like she was speaking to me 

Mother-to-Mother.

And I totally understood her.

Her doe-eyed look said…
"Do NOT think about moving your car

until my Bambi gets across this road." 

And I gave her a look that said,

 "I got your back, girlfriend."

I won't soon forget my 

encounter of a wondrous kind…

and how special it was to have made 
that connection with

 Jane Doe...

a deer…

a female deer.

Happy Father's Day

Being a dad is a really big job

and if done right,

it pays well...

with

Love and Smiles...

Anywhooooo.....

The clipart photo above

reminded me of a photo I took on Father's Day...

way back in the day....

hang on kids

Happy Father's Day

to PaulA,

my Pops,

and all you Father's out there.

CMA Music Festival-Pretty Sure I Was There

Country's biggest party was in Nashville last week

and this Kat was there, ya'all.

  Yeehaw

"The" party is 

known as the CMA Music Festival 

and is held in early June each year.

If you've  never been before,

you need to put it on your 

Bucket List.

It was 

#6 on my Bucket List...

right after...

#5  "Win the Powerball"

and before

#7  "Smash a pie in someone's face."

Now I can cross it off.

(although I'm thinking of adding it back, 

so I can do it again.)

If you don't have crowdaphobia…

(pretty sure that's a real word.)

checking out the crowd scene…

is worth the price of admission…FREE…

for a lot of shows.

The country folk are almost as 

interesting as the

folks singing country.

And if you aint' country…

you can fake country..

especially with a little help from

cowboy boots and a cowboy hat,

(pretty sure a horse and brown rope would seal the deal)

and a little

southern drawl ya'all, 

I wanted to wear cowboy boots….

(you know, when in Rome…wear a toga)

but

the thought of wearing 

leather leg-hugging boots in 

hot and humid weather…

wasn't as appealing 

as my air-conditioned Flip Flops. 

Its funny...kinda knee slapping funny...

before the CMA Music Festival...

whenever I thought of 

Broadway…

I thought...

now I think of...

Broadway, Nashville

Anywhooooo…….

I hate to sound like a broken LP but ….

my favorite country artist 

(pretty sure he's an artist, 

even thought he sings instead of paints)

is

Dustin Lynch

with his awesome band.

It was a real treat for me to watch them perform...

especially this guy...

(pretty sure his name is Colin

and not Karl.)

Catch them this summer/fall with 

Keith Urban 

and Little Big Town.

(pretty sure they're coming to a city near you.)

Now to get started  on 

#7 on my Bucket List...

Happy Birthday Brianna

Brianna is 22 years old today.

woop woop

NOT ONLY  
is Bri older…

but with her recent graduation from Boston University…

she's wiser.

I like remembering the ole days…

you know…

the days when Bri was...

young and dumber….

JK, sweet wish.

The days when June Fif …

as she used to pronounce it, 

couldn't get here soon enough  

so her birthday party planning started in January.

(Hang on Bri, 6 more months to go.)

But together…our "thang" was…

the cake. 

Planning the cake. 

Designing the cake.

Decorating the cake. 

But the 

Icing on the Cake 

will always be
 the memories 

we both share.

Anywhoooo……

Bri may be older and wiser,

but that didn't stop me 
from being juvenile...
and making her a cake fit for a 

youngster. 

Not the sophisticated cake due a 22 year old... 

grownup grad girl,

but definitely a throw back to the cakes of her
yesterbirthdays.

Happy Birthday Brianna.

I hope you always have your cake

and eat it too.

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit

Holy Jumping Jacks…

it's June 1st.

In no time...

we went from 

chilly 

to chill 

It felt like going 
0 to 60... 

celsius

Anywhooo……

Hare's wishing you a 

month 

of good luck….

Rabbit

Rabbit 

Rabbit

hare's looking at 
YOU.