Giving the slip

I have officially decided that I will no longer post pictures on this blog for fear it might incite some people into not providing me comic relief opportunities (my silly every-day-America photos). It just might also cause my faithful readers to question my genuine intent, trustworthiness, integrity in bringing you the most authenitic photographs possible…believe me, I really ought to take a break from the camera and learn Photoshop if I’ve got to start doctoring photos for you guys from here on out.  Continue reading “Giving the slip”

Germanfest

Off I went Sunday afternoon to the Texas community of German hertitage, Muenster Texas to partake in the food and festivities of their annual “Germanfest”.

Muenster is about 75 minutes from the house and I enjoyed the three thunderstorms I managed to drive through safely to get there.

And once there, about three more downpours provided more excitement as they thundered through Muenster. The festival was ready for the weather however – numerous big tents provided shelter from the rain and 30mph north winds for all those in attendance that wanted the protection. The music kept playing and the homemade brats and kraut kept cooking despite the weather’s inclemency. Grand time! Continue reading “Germanfest”

The Queen poses

Mackie, Mack-a-do, Mac-a-roni, Mackers, Mack, Mack-Attack…I call her all those names, along with “Hey You Baby Girl”, “Such a pretty girl”, “Goofy Ball”, and “Goodness Sakes”. But mostly she is referred to as “Your Highness, the Queen of Scots”!

Her and Scottie Gal Pal Zoey get their hair and nails done tomorrow…they’ve been invited to Prince William and Kate’s wedding so don’t you know a gussey-up is warranted. Funny, the Royals always act as if they are embarrassed to have their pictures taken afterwards.

Since the day we got her – some 11 years ago – her eyes have always melted any dog discipline I try to enact. Her antics always make me laugh

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Keep your shirt on

CAUTION: those with a weak stomach may not want to open this post – take my word for it. You’d have to “open” the post to see for yourself and by then you might lose your meal.

Remember a few weeks ago I posted that my tennis elbow-ment got checked out? You know, the doctor had me diagnosed in 1 minute and had the surgery papers ready to sign in the next minute…and I told him I need alternatives and he got offended with me. Ah yeah! OK…

Well I never went back to him, instead opting for an “alternative” I found on my own.  Continue reading “Keep your shirt on”

Let me tell ya a story about a man named….

Hey! Granny fell off!

So it was, I admit, I delayed traffic on the commute home Thursday evening.

But you tell me…what right-minded photographer wouldn’t have done the same if they happened upon an interesting vehicle traveling the same route as you, right?

Don’t you know I excited the highway and waited on the service road for him to pass…twice. His top speed was 40. Any faster and the plywood would have set sail, and the rail nails popped out.

Ya just can’t (you have to pronounce that “caint”) get much more bubba than this.  Continue reading “Let me tell ya a story about a man named….”

Both me hands on me Arse

Cooze I have me a dilemma and two this fine day my dear laddie and lass.

I have no camera as she went in to be cleansed. I’ve done me photograph-o’day before without using me fancy camera, but now that she’s not at at a staff’s reach I feel a wee bit exposed to the brisk Irish breeze. Perhaps I will hand draw me pictures for the next several days, and call them photographs.  Continue reading “Both me hands on me Arse”

Parading Mardi Gras down Main Street

In the spirit of Mardi Gras and Fat Tuesday, the City of Lake Dallas held their annual parade and party tonight and did it in small town Texas style. I was a part of the first half of the party – who knows how the second half went.

Everybody loves a parade…especially when you know many of the revelers walking down the street. But no beads were thrown my way – I wonder just what is up with that? Continue reading “Parading Mardi Gras down Main Street”

Just what the doctor ordered

Hey y’all, I went to my plumbing doctor the other day. No one really likes those appointments, but you go anyway. You get there and then, well, you know the routine…well maybe you don’t, sorry. Allow me to explain.

Upon arrival, I check in and then asked to take a seat in the waiting room. After about for 15 minutes (and after enough time has gone by to get halfway through a really interesting magazine article), I’m called to go “beyond that door”. I am promptly greeted by Nurse Grumpy that hands me a sample cup and points to the last door on the right (I’d be grumpy too if that was my job day in and day out). There, the natural body function performance of peeing is done, admirably I might add, for the sake of medical science. Open the door and get shuffled to the exam room.

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Head and Shoulders

Since I signed up for this “postaday2011” thing through WordPress, they have helped spur ideas to keep the posting alive. Mostly, I’ve dismissed those ideas as I’ve had something to share, worthy or not, most of the time.

Not that I needed today’s “idea”, but it did bring back a teenager memory of mine. Here’s the question asked: How long do you think you can go without a shower?

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The commercials and their game

So many times before, the Super Bowl commercials have out-played the teams at the NFL’s biggest event. I heard a statistic last week, from a media source I can no longer remember, that more than half the television viewers of the Super Bowl watch primarily to see the commercials. Now I sit down each year to watch the game, and will admit, many games have caused me to get refills, food, and frequent the commode during football play and be back in my seat in time for the commercials.

This year we were treated with a good game of football and commercials some are saying were lame. I say “hold onto your wallet that’s Jerry Jones walking by”. Wanna know my votes? Continue reading “The commercials and their game”