Rhett J. Reisbeck for President

HOA president, that is...


If you have ever been a member of a Home Owners Association, you would know that these organizations require presidents, vice presidents, assistant vice presidents, secretaries, assistant secretaries, board members, financial executives, auxiliaries, waters boys, etc. All of this is decided at an annual HOA meeting. The five or six neighbors who willingly choose to attend the meeting have the pleasure of nominating one another for each post (i.e throwing one another under the bus), as the incumbent president insists on stepping down to allow another person the unmatched opportunity of holding the prestigious office. My dear husband, Rhett, has been a board member over the last year, and he is right at the top of the totem pole, so to speak. The former pres. is dropping the entire gig and the vice pres. is moving. That leaves Rhett, the only one left from the existing administration. Prior board members preferred for the top offices.


His policies are family friendly and his track record is outstanding. Let's hear it for Rhett!! Can I get a What-What?


P.S. Don't chop me up for this, okay Rhett? You don't want to tarnish your image.

A Hummingbird Hammock?

Imagine my delight at the sight of a hummingbird in my yard.

Let me first say that I live in a wind tunnel where most of mother nature's glory is blown to heck. If it's not nailed down or growing out of the ground, it's as good as gone. Secondly, hummingbirds are one of those whimsical creatures like unicorns or sock-monsters. You know they exist- you just never see 'em. But to see that one has actually built it's nest , or rather, a hammock, on our Christmas lights (the ones we leave up year-round) is beyond me!

Sitting pretty on her little commode of elegantly intertwined twigs and grasses.

Oh, the wonderment. And believe me when I say that those little devils are freakishly fast. I was barely able to snap a photo of the mythical figure in mid-flight. The rate at which their wings flap is like a million beats per minute. And I suppose there must be eggs in there because she really raised cain when I came near her like a paparazzi. She zipped around me at the speed of light. It was like the flight of the bumblebees on speed! I thought she might peck my eye out! Relax mother-bird. I'm not going to eat your jelly bean-sized eggs. Mmmm, jelly beans...

Look Out!!

My little helper

After a hard day of playing, our little baby is definately a baby boy.

Benji loves to be outside and this is him helping me get the trimmer ready for the yard.