ARE YOU "FINE"?

Know what FINE stands for? Until a few moments ago, neither did I.

Please pardon my French: "Fucked up. Insecure. Neurotic. Emotional."

There you have it, F.I.N.E.

If you're any of those, get a grip.

Do you read other blogs like I do. Many of them are just that, F.I.N.E. Their authors use the blog as an outlet, to whine, to vent, to slander and yes, for therapy.

I don't read the blogs that are penned by those with a bad case of FINE. Not worth the time. Not worth bending my Karma in the wrong direction.

If you haven't noticed, life is short. Blink and you're 16. Blink again and your friends are singing happy birthday around a cake anointed with 40 candles. Three or four more blinks and this life for you is over. Done. Finished.

So you see, there's no time for being FINE. There's only time for living life footloose and fancy free.

Who said, "People are about as happy as they make up their minds to be."? That would be Old Honest Abe - Abraham Lincoln. Whatta guy. Full of all kinds of advice and wisdom that's pertinent even to this day.

Make up your mind. Don't worry. Be Happy! Life is too short for anything else.

Okay, off of the Sunday soap box and onto the pictures. Top picture - the front planting area with fountain. Looking bare but starting to look good. A little fertilizer. A little sun. A little time. VIOLA! It will soon be covered with flowers.

Yesterday was the annual Strawberry Festival in Happy Valley. No one is ever happy in Happy Valley but nonetheless the name remains.

Grace rode a pony at the Festival.


Then she rode the shuttle with her dad.

Everyone ate strawberries.


The day was topped off with a visit to a watershed exhibit in the Cow Town Park. Apparently, goats have something to do with assisting the dynamics of a watershed. Instead of chopping it down they chew it up. Makes sense to me.

It's the end of Saturday's outing. It's plain to see that Grace is beginning to crap out. It's definitely nap time if not for Grace then for the adults.