COME to the Darkside...

That's what Vader would say.

"Luke, give in to your destiny. COME to the dark side."

I've captured more than a couple of people in this past month, converting them to the darkside. By darkside, I mean MY side. Not that it's a contest or anything....but I lost several friends with my divorce and now they're coming back around. And the first thing I do is give them my blog address, so they can read and catch up!

My Sweetheart

My Stevie, doing what he does.

What is This Foreign Stuff?

The storm that shut down freeways in Southern California managed to get over here to Arizona a give us a little rain.

Rain?

What's that?

Santa's Little Satanic Helpers

I volunteered to ring a bell for the Salvation Army, and a part of the deal was a requirement to pair up with someone. So I asked Mohave County Supervisor Buster Johnson to ring with me.
Since he apparently will do whatever I ask,,,,,,


We did quite well, managing to ring for a couple of hours without pissing anyone off. It was funny to see the people do a double-take when their County Supervisor was standing there outside of Walgreens bell ringing.

In exchange for helping me with the bell ringing, I agreed to go to a Tri-State Law Enforcement Meeting with Buster the following day. I figured it would be a good opportunity to talk with some of our local cops in attendance about my city council run.
We really had no idea what the agenda was, because neither of us read it ahead of time. We walked in and of course got all kinds of interesting looks. That's what happens when you waltz into a room full of friggin' cops.
We discovered that it was an open bar, and that there was no need to wait in line for a mixed drink since the beers were in great supply over to the side. YAY!!!

Let the drinking begin.

We were told to check out this blonde in a red dress nearby, I guess she was Tracy on the Partridge Family show. I took a look, snapped a great photo, and dismissed the whole Partridge Family thing. I certainly wasn't going to just walk up and ask her if it was true.
But here's the great photo I took of her:

As you can see, she looks just like the little girl from the show. Well, actually I looked up a picture the next morning and it sure looked like her. From what I recalled, anyway.
Our entertainment was to be some blues music, but what we learned very soon that it was the actual Blues Brothers Tribute Band, who tour professionally.
Here's the Elwood guy, doing their introduction from just outside the meeting room:

And here's what "Jake" and I were doing meanwhile:

This was before they even made their entrance.

Once they started singing, it was AW SUMMM!!



I texted Steve throughout the night, who was happily at home on the computer researching airplanes for sale. It's his latest obsession. I don't quite know the
reasoning behind it, I just play along.

I got to see an old friend, Collette, who I went to high school with. She's married to a cop I guess.

And her cop husband decided to take me out on the dance floor and throw me around.

I wish I had a better picture of my outfit. I was wearing one of my most favorite skirts. Stripes with zippers up both sides. Too cute.

Pioneer Woman

I just spent the last few hours reading Pioneer Woman's postings about how she met her husband. That's so cool. She writes so well, it's easy to get caught up in it.
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