I’m done with commercial dog food! I won’t spend another penny on it.
Most people don’t realize that a huge percentage of problems with their dogs and cats comes from feeding commercial food products. Diet is EVERYTHING! I didn’t realize any of this until I adopted a rescue. Veterinarians (in my experience) will rarely talk about nutrition as a remedy. They usually go straight to surgery and/or medication which is very often not the best option and is cost prohibitive for many people. I believe vets have their place, but it’s big business today. It’s rare to find a vet that takes a more holistic approach.
Roundtree’s and Dickson’s saloons were crowded with customers, and we will not say how much whiskey was disposed of–it might surprise our temperate friends in Tucson and La Paz. Nobody was hurt, but the boys waxed very merry, and some of them very tipsy, and there was no little promiscuous firing of revolvers… —Prescott Arizona Miner Newspaper, July 6, 1864
I am blessed to reside in Prescott, Arizona, twice the capital of Arizona in Territorial Days. Founded in 1864, the town of Prescott quickly became a popular destination for many and remains so today.
When people think of the Old West, Tombstone, Arizona, famously comes to mind, and rightfully so. The legend of the Earp brothers certainly made it the historical landmark it is today. Founded by a mining prospector who discovered silver in 1877, it quickly turned into a rough and tumble sort of place and proved to be one of the last boom towns on the Western Frontier.
Bird Cage Theatre, Circa 1937, Tombstone, Arizona–Courtesy Library of Congress
Sadly, there isn’t much left of Tombstone today–save the tourist traps. But even the tourist traps are far from what they used to be decades ago in the 1960s and 1970s. I visited there about seven years ago, only to be disappointed and disheartened at how much it really had changed and not for the better–shops had closed, many were up for sale, and the Bird Cage Theatre, now a museum, no longer had the shows (featuring shootouts and costumed dance hall girls) that I fondly remembered years ago. Contrast Tombstone with the vibrant, lively, bustling, small town of Prescott and you’ll find a town that is every bit as historically rich as Tombstone (arguably more so), Earp brothers and all.
I love Deviled Eggs. Who’s with me?
Not just any old Deviled Eggs either. Truth be told I have had my share of really bad Deviled Eggs over the years (and the store bought kind are about the worst on the planet). For most people, Deviled Eggs are a challenge to make.
In order to love Deviled Eggs like I do, they must be good…and I mean they have got to be eat ’em like candy good. The filling is key to a really good Deviled Egg, but so is the presentation. Continue reading
Those of you who read my blog know that I research and write about dead people. It’s my passion and it’s my way of honoring their memory (whether deserved or not) and to perhaps–hopefully–connect these sleeping dead with descendants that are living today.
I long to discover old photographic evidence of my own ancestors and have yet to do so. For now, I am satisfied in making other families happy with the discovery of precious relics they can add to their ancestry puzzle.
I don’t recognize our beloved Country anymore!
It certainly isn’t the U.S. I grew up in, and every single day our freedoms are being eroded by people that can’t and don’t and never will appreciate what freedom really is and what it costs.
I happen to be one of those who appreciate those individuals that went before and those that still defend us today. Those who fought and died (and are still dying) for our Freedom. We all stand on their shoulders today.
Oy vey! It’s been two long years since I’ve banged these keys. I couldn’t believe it when I looked at the date of my last post. It begs the question: does anyone read blogs anymore?
I do! That is, if the substance is there. Much of what I read today is clearly concocted and fake, feverishly and (many times sloppily) cobbled together by global virtual marketers–so wooden and predictable.
It’s a new year… As a matter of fact, it’s already the end of February in the Year of Our Lord, Two Thousand and Sixteen, and I haven’t written a thing in let’s see…well…a really long time. Strike that…I have been writing right along, but not for my own blog.
So what prompted me to return? It was a comment posted by Georgie Moon, on one of my blog entries who says she “lives on a boat Greece” that gave me a much needed jolt and so here I am.
Thank you, Georgie.
I don’t plan on blogging for the sake of blogging. When I post next time, I promise (to myself mostly–because I don’t know if anyone really reads this blog) that I will have something meaningful to share.
So if there is anyone out there listening…I mean, reading, look out because I’m going to dazzle you with the written word. Or maybe not. We’ll just have to see, won’t we?