Me in 55
Who am I? I’m ginger in the curry, a sly wink, the unabashed burp. I’m the last person to extend a hand, but the only one who stayed to see if it was needed. I’m a carnivorous hippie. I’m a prickle of surprise. In the face of God, I’m no one special, but I don’t mind a bit.
123/365 And One More
Ostrich family. Males always dark, females brown because mother sits on the eggs in the daylight and male sits on them at night.
13 Pictures of Animals in Africa
A while back I did a Thursday Thirteen in which I mentioned the two-headed giraffe my mother took a picture of while on vacation in Africa. A few of you said you’d like to see the pictures. Here thirteen of the ones of animals she sent me:
There are many different types of antelopes. The Impala is sometimes referred to McDonalds of the savanna -fast food with an M on the rear.
Baboon and baby at Cape of Good Hope
Bleskbok
Notice baby elephant that went with us and half grown elephant (single rider) that was in early training. All other elephant pictures are wild elephants.
Taken in Botswana, not South Africa. Young males learning how to fight.
Giraffes have to lower body to be able to get a drink. Otherwise blood rushes to head and they pass out.
Kudu is the national emblem for South Africa
When one monkey drink, another watches out for predators
Waterbuck
Zebras have different stripe patterns (like human’s fingerprints). Mother zebra takes colt away from herd until colt can recognize mother’s pattern.
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By George! It’s the Bitter End
Alas. This week’s installment of By Geroge!, Mr. Al’s discussion of the life and times of George IV, brings this series to an end. Thank you for well over a year fo entertaining history, Mr. Al. There will be other series in the future. Drop by next week to discuss it.
Among all the paraphernalia acquired over a lifetime of profligate spending were packets of love letters. Big packets of love letters. And among the letters were found “quantities of womans gloves, and locks of womens hair of all colors and lengths, some having powder and pomatom yet sticking to them.” Interestingly, he made copies of the letters he sent; “Descriptive of the most furious passion.”
Passionate they may have been, brief they were not. Much of it was between The Prince and Mrs Fitzherbert. The letters that had passed between the Prince Regent and Lady Jersey had already been destroyed by her executor. Mrs Fitzherbert was asked to return the letters she had received from His Highness. She insisted on retaining some of them, particularly those that established her marriage. These letters went into a safe deposit box in a London bank and were not re-discovered until 1905. They then passed into the Royal Archives.
Lady Conyngham no doubt had her letters as well. Though, perhaps, not as many as Mrs Fitzherbert and Lady Jersey. After all, Lady Conyngham actually moved in with His Majesty. Her and her entire family, husband and all.
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121/365 Hot-Tubbing Montana Style
Water is a big deal here in Montana. Not simply how much water is flowing through the rivers, but how it flows is heavily regulated. Seriously, you’re supposed to fill in an environmental impact statement before you move rocks around in the riverbed.
However, a lot of people don’t. Rugged individualism is still alive and well around here. So you end up with stuff like in the picture above. People (generally college students) reconfigured the river bed to make places to sit and soak.
Personally, I don’t think the change in water flow is really going to destroy the river banks. If they did it on private property, I wouldn’t blink. This was in a park. On private property, they pour in concrete. That I have problems with.
If you were hiking along in a park and saw a bunch of people moving the rocks around, would you say anything? Would you care?
The Picnic Thank You Award
Looky what kaye gave me. This award is special because she doesn’t expect anyone to do the link back and forward and notification thing or anything. It’s simply a way to say “thanks”.
Thank you kaye!
And not just for giving me the award. kaye posts book reviews, teasers, PhotHunt entries, and little slices of life that keep me entertained on a daily basis. She has also made an effort to visit me regularly. I am proud to consider her one of my bloggy friends.
Hamburger Cordon Bleu
hamburger
cheese
sliced ham
hamburger buns
lettuce
etc.
Cut thin slices of hamburger. Build hamburger around the cheese and ham layer, being sure to completely enclose it, pinching along edges as necessary. Fry until patty is cooked all the way through. Place patty on hamburger bun along with lettuce and any other fixings as desired.
It takes a bit longer than simply adding cheese to the burger on top of the patties, but I think it’s worth it.
Name That Tune
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Jack: Hey, Tyler, I’m glad you could make it. Here, have some Moose Drool.
Tyler: Sure. Thanks. Hey, is that your boom box? Let’s have some tunes!
Jack: Sure. How about Marines’ Hymn?
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Tyler: No way! Make it Nothing Else Matters.
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Jack: You kidding? No way. I Hear You Calling is all right.
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Tyler: Forget it. Try Fade to Black.
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Jack: El Capitan March.
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Tyler: Unforgiven
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Jack: Is Metalica all you’ll listen to? What about Taps?
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Tyler: Sure I listen to other stuff. War Pigs.
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Jill: Ah, silence. Music to my ears.
Today’s theme is Music
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Suzie’s House 139: To Apologize
“I can’t believe you did that,” Lisa said. “How can you blame Gene for wanting a place of his own?”
“A place.” When Ben thought of a place, he saw a bachelor’s apartment full of junk, beer, and women’s underwear like he’d seen in a movie or two. So far as he could guess, his mom’s house would never look anything like that.
“This is his home, isn’t it?” Lisa was on a roll and showing no signs of letting up. “But he doesn’t even have a place to sit. How would you like living in someone else’s house like that? I mean, he has no rights. Does he even have a place to sleep? Or is he sleeping in the living room on the couch? Because I don’t see a bed for him anywhere.” Lisa gestured around the room.
