Feel the Noize... and that IS how you spell it

 ...and here's the proof, for those of you who don't know where Quiet Riot got their best material:

Now I know I mentioned it before, but Decibel of course is named for what is important in my (new, retired) phase of life, a combo really, of physics and (really loud) music:
 
Feeling the noise (oops, noize, I mean noize) can be interpreted as detecting/sensing/measuring the noise (sound intensity), and that's physics.  Or you can be old like me and like rock music loud enough to feel it, and that's also about Decibels, as it says in AC/DC's song Decibel ...the history of rock'n'roll.

Makes perfect sense to me.

And Decibel's official name should always have been Feel the Noize.


Now what brought this on?


It's the 5th day of the 5th month, and that means that Decibel has now been with us for two full years.  That is a joyous occasion and I celebrate it just because I like to.  The young lady has matured, of course, but she is still my sunshine girl, making me smile:


...when she gets her smooches in the morning.  See face above, pretty irresistible, right?
...when she picks up a huge bone and prances around so proudly that she promptly trips over the big red ball in front of her.
...when she ecstatically crunches an empty flowerpot. (Later I found out it hadn't exactly been empty when Decibel found it, oops, but the little squash plant got rescued in time, never fear).
...when she needs a hug.


...when she wants to play

 ...when she finds something more interesting to do

...when she helps (even by supervising)

AND best of all, when Harold claims that Decibel got me the SLADE CD as a Cinco de Mayo present.