Dad here; Friday is always a day of frolicking at the Casa (but aren't they all?), but this one is bittersweet, as we received news yesterday concerning one of the original followers of this page: Darling Nikki has passed. As most of you know, she had waged an epic war with cancer, but though her determination and grit were incredible, it was her dignity that impressed me the most. We never actually spoke on the…

Unemployment, social division, an election resembling a uncivil war, bad news peremeating the very atmosphere in which we live, a toxic stew every bit as vile as the crate from whence I came; it's sometimes difficult for this normally vivacious girl to maintain a positive outlook and post accordingly. But then I remember that we all have a mission, and mine has always been to focus on the positive; what kind of ambassador for good…

Once upon a midnight dreary, I tossed and turned, all weak and weary Banished from the bed onto the hardwood floor When deep beneath the quilts I heard a yarking A heaving sound,  a silent barking Is it a false alarm, or cause to flee these shores? Thus quoth the Charlie; Nevermore.  I dared not peek beneath the covers As odors abiding there are known to hover The ghosts of Alpo past, a foul vapour…

The house was quiet at midnight; dad was out like a light, hammered from spending the day hammering through the Ouachita mountains with Zach, Fletch and Tim. If you don't remember Tim, he is the scruffy half of the Matthew Mcgonehey/Jane Seymour dopplegangers that we ran into out in Moab. Although we usually prefer solitary riding, sometimes there is something very comforting in having a cloud of dust marking the trail before you, as well…

Howdy! I'm the latest addition to the extended Casa del Whackos family, setting up housekeeping at the Casa del Zach es Tara (don't tell the landlord). The shelter from whenst I came named me "Lola", an unfortunate moniker; of the only two Lolas of which I'm aware,both were featured in song. One was a showgirl and the other had gender identification issues. Why didn't they(the shelter, not the Lolas) just complete the travesty and engrave…