Noah and His First Three Lives Update


A little update on Noah, he seems to be adjusting well and has made a friend or two.


He had a little party last night.


He has a huge, soft bed and Izzy’s favorite toy all to himself.


Izzy is trying to get used to sleeping on the floor since Noah threw her out of her own bed.  To follow Noah on Instagram, check out wheresmyark_

Photo Challenge #77, Golden Hour, September 8, 2015 – Life Is…..

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Life can seem like that at times

That we are going no where.

That day to day it’s a case of the doldrums.

We can float through life with purpose

Direction and focus

Or we meander aimlessly

From one support to another

Where life is meaningless

And the alternative does become

A way to rid ourselves of the pain we feel

And so often the purposelessness

That life has become.

Its not always our fault

The circumstances of a person’s life

So often comes into play.

It is never for us to judge another’s actions.

A wise man once said to me

We cannot know what was happening

In a person’s mind in the moments before

They made that fatal choice.

I have known students I taught

Who took their own lives

And on every occasion

I recalled them as kids sitting in my classroom.

They were innocent, intelligent,


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Evening Chuckle

A young woman buys a mirror at an antique shop and hangs it on her bathroom door. One evening, while getting undressed, she playfully says, “Mirror, mirror, on my door, make my bust-line forty-four.”

Instantly, there is a brilliant flash of light, and her breasts grow to enormous proportions. Excitedly, she runs to tell her husband what happened, and in minutes they both return.

This time the husband crossed his fingers and says, “Mirror, mirror on the door, make my penis touch the floor.”

Again, there is a bright flash and……….both his legs fall off.

A cat dies and goes to Heaven.  He meets Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates who greets him.  “Welcome to Heaven.  You’ve been a good cat all of these years. Anything you desire is yours, all you have to do is ask.”
The cat answered, ”Well, I lived all my life with a poor family on a farm and had to sleep on hardwood floors.”
Saint Peter says, “Say no more.”  Instantly, a fluffy pillow appears.
A few days later, six mice are killed in a tragic accident and go to Heaven. Saint Peter meets them at the gate with the same offer that he made the cat. The mice said, ‘All our lives we’ve had to run. We’ve been chased by cats, dogs and even women with brooms. If we could only have roller skates, we wouldn’t have to run anymore.   
Saint Peter says, “Say no more.”  Instantly, each mouse is fitted with a beautiful pair of tiny roller skates. 
About a week later, Saint Peter decides to check and see how the cat is doing. The cat is sound asleep on his new pillow. Saint Peter gently wakes him and asks, ‘How are you ? Are you happy here?’ The cat yawns and stretches ‘Oh, I’ve never been happier in my life. And those Meals on Wheels you’ve been sending over are best.



I spent most of the summer away from home this year.  My friend Ann, the charming lady in the background above was my gracious host.  One morning, she asked me if I’d like to pay a visit to her favorite resale shop.   She’d found some bargains and had to go back with the cash to pay for them  It was a great sale; everything was five dollars.  In fact, earlier that day, she had gotten a pair of Gucci Loafers and the gorgeous leather bag you see me clutching above.  Jackson, her little dog was snuggled in the bag for the duration.  I should have known from the worried look on his face that Ann might be plotting to rid herself of her summer-long guest.  The store was packed.  Women were trying on clothes in the aisles.  One customer’s skirt was sold while she was busy trying on another in the aisle.  As Ann rifled the racks hoping for one last bargain, I held Jackson and her purse, moving to stand in a breeze near the front door.  The shop owner, recognizing the beautiful bag Ann had bought there just that morning, called out to warn her I was stealing her bag.  Not realizing who she was talking to, I stood there like a dope, looking around for the purse thief.  In a minute or two, Ann realized what was going on and saved me from arrest.  It’s a good thing I had Jackson concealed on my person, or she might have just let them haul me off.

Ask Auntie Linda, September 8, 2015

Auntie Linda

My son, Craig, a junior in college, married Betsy six months ago.  They have a three-month old girl.  They planned to get married any, sometime, just moved it up when the baby surprised them.  They share a job as apartment managers that works around his classes and furnishes an apartment.  He has a job unloading grocery trucks seven mornings a week.  She babysits for a professor some evenings and weekends so they can manage without a babysitter.  Betsy’s mother is pressing Betsy and the baby to come home and live with her till Craig graduates.  Betsy could go to community college.  Craig could come in on weekends.  They are barely scraping by, now.  They can’t handle any extra expenses.  The grandparents could all help with childcare.  I am afraid Craig will let his grades drop, lose his scholarship and not get into med school.  He only has three semesters to complete.  Doesn’t this seem like a reasonable plan?  Proud but Worried Mama

Dear Proud,  What do Betsy and Craig think?  It sounds like they are both smart, hard-workers.  I’d be willing to bet they have strong ideas about being together.  Chances are, they’ll figure it out without any help, unless they ask. If you want to help, wait till you asked.  Then, you can make your own wise decision.  Auntie Linda

Dear Auntie Linda,  I think my house might be haunted.  I  moved here a few months ago from the city and got an unbelievable deal on it.  The realtor said it had belonged to an old couple who went into a nursing home and later died.  I called the realtor back and asked if there were any claims of haunting, but she denied it.  Everything was quiet at first, but recently I have started hearing movement overhead.  My dog has barked so I know he hears the noises, too. No one can get in since I have a security system.  What do I do?  I hate as my neighbors and have them think I am crazy.  Scared

Dear Scared, It wouldn’t be surprising if squirrels or raccoons have gotten into your attic.  They fight, scrap, and make a tremendous amount of noise in the attic.  Before you call Ghost Busters get  pest control to check it out for you.  Auntie Linda

The Jackeroo

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I love a good joke. Unfortunately I can rarely remember them. When I read this one I almost spilled my coffee.

Linda, this one is for you…

On a transatlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing is struck by lightning. One woman, in particular, loses it. Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane.

“I’m too young to die,” she wails.

Then she yells, “If I’m going to die, I want my last minutes on earth
to be memorable! Is there anyone on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN?”

For a moment there is silence. Everyone has forgotten their own peril. They all stare, eyes riveted, at this desperate woman in the front of the plane. Then a Jackeroo from Australia stands up in the rear of…

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