Holy Henbit, I had no idea today was Weed Appreciation Day!
Thanks to high school chum Ivan for enlightening me through his Facebook status. Odd fate thing has my knees “soiled” as I’ve been photographing Spring in Texas the past week or so, and today I was hunched over and 4″ from a dandelion (prior to knowing it was such a celebratory garden holiday). Continue reading “A Dandy Thanks”
St. Patrick’s Day proved to have some luck for me – ya know, I’m really beginning to believe in this fate stuff lately. You see I am a wee bit Irish there laddie, which may explain my likening to have a listen (and sing along) with U2, Mary Black, Celtic Woman, and a tendency to take down a mess potatoes like no one’s business. But if you ask me about Notre Dame, I will tell you my two favorite teams on game day are K-State and whoever is playing ND.
OK, there is a leprechaun’s pot of gold to this post. St. Patty’s night, about 11:30 pm, marked the 10,000th hit to the blog! Continue reading “mileSTONED again”
At first I tried to record this MILEstone while rolling down the highway this evening…then I thought better of that little trick (I couldn’t get a good focus on the dash, but rest assured I am better at picture taking while driveing than texting – juuuuuust kidding). Continue reading “MILEstoned”
On a recent friend’s Facebook posting, I endured this 10-minute drumming of political summary (10 minutes you guys…I’m just saying “pack a lunch” if you’re going to watch it). So as a courtesy to the original Facebook post, I have spared others my “comment” of lengthy reply to that YouTube “TRUTH” (however this blog is updated to Facebook daily so it will show up and allow for rebuttals at my expense, and not that of original post):
As most of my close friends and family (may) know, I have little patience for scare tactics, heavily-leaning militant politics, and grossly bias commentary that tells me what, when, and how to think…imagine that of me, a non-rebel…yeah right?
It all started with my lame attempt at cleverness, saying “TV commercials with clowns can scare (or laugh) the crap out of you….” as a comment to the video and posting lead-in of the YouTube “if this doesn’t scare the crap out of you I’m not sure what will.” My bad y’all…but have you seen those commercials lately? They are screamingly funny!
So I use my own media for this reply…. Continue reading “Spoil the political fun, spare the video”
A rediscovered photo in my 2009-365 collection captures the Toulon grain elevator in Kansas over Thanksgiving weekend last year. A common sight in Kansas are grain elevators, this Toulon elevator is about two miles from Dad’s house. The layered colors in the stockpile were a definite bonus. An ever so faint half moon can be seen in the top left quad of the photo – the photos gods were gracious to me this day.
Guys, this is the kind of stuff where you either re-introduce yourself to all the single malts in the house, or you go to church.
If you recall, a couple weeks ago I did a quick post on Erma Bombeck. It was about how, after watching a PBS program of her life, it spoke in such a way as for me to better understand the attraction my mom had for the lady. So here I sit again tonight, moved to sniffles and teared eyes (damn you PBS) watching yet another favorite of mom’s, Chet Atkins, and coming to very similar conclusions with this man as I did with Erma.
Something is going on here gang and I’m not sure how to go about wrapping my arms around it. I could use some help, but if I’m drowning here, don’t be tossing me rocks….
Looky here – we got to see OFGrNi (Madison) and OFGrNe (Mick) today. It is always so much fun, and a treat to see these kids.
It’s easy to see why I can take 100 pictures of these two – which I did this afternoon – in a matter of 1 hour.
As I sat down last night to catch a few minutes of PBS before the 10pm news, I picked up on a show “already in progress”. It was a 30-minute filler mini-documentary on the late humorist and journalist Erma Bombeck. This show caught my attention in particular because my Mom adored Erma’s writings and humor.
Please understand, Mom would speak often about an Erma story read from the local newspaper…and occasionally clip a column that somehow spoke to her, only to give us boys and dad something to ponder the “why this article” as we went through Mom’s personal items months after she died.
I thought, what better way to gain some insight into the mindset of both Erma and Mom than to give a listen to this short television program.
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