32/365
This one is in the Bitterroot in Western Montana from a couple of weeks ago. You can’t really tell in the picture, but the smoke from the forest fires is making everything hazy.
13 Stray Thoughts
I have a couple of Thursday Thirteen posts in progress, but nothing is ready, so I’m going to bunt. Straight off the top of my head, thirteen sentences.
1. I’m thirsty.
2. I’m trying to get some kind of window on my blog over on Facebook.
3. So far it’s been mostly in one ear and out the other.
4. But I can do this.
5. Ahhhhh, that water is goooood.
6. Who know tap water could be so tasty?
7. So, did I accomplish anything today?
8. I sent someone a sheep.
9. I tried to send a chicken, but I don’t think it worked.
10. I lost horribly at Bejewled Blitz.
11. Wait, all this stuff in in Facebook.
12. So that’s where my day went!
13. No wonder I didn’t get anything done.
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By George! He’s the Consummate Host
For the last several weeks we have been looking at a straight progression of events and George IV grows into the crown. Now, with the crown firmly on his head, and his wife firmly out of the picture, what does he do? Let’s pause to take a look.
While His Majesties political life was less than satisfactory, he could take some measure of satisfaction in the fact that people who did not live in England liked him. As we have seen, a trip to Ireland was just what the doctor ordered to help him get over the loss of his wife. After returning to England and butting heads with his Cabinet for a time, he decided on another trip abroad; this time to Hanover.
It wasn’t all pleasure. Russia had set it’s cap to “liberating” the Balkans from Turkish domination. Something that would, not coincidentally, give her unhindered access to the Mediterranean. This was not in England’s interest. Having just finished with Napoleonic France, Western Europe was not keen on having to deal with an imperial Russia that stretched from the Arctic Circle to Constantinople. Russian designs on Afghanistan, and hence, India were also of the utmost importance to England.
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Are you on Facebook?
I know, I know. First Twitter, now Facebook. What is my world coming to? Madness and mayhem if the last couple of days are any indication. I have no idea how Facebook managed to draw out so many friends for me, but I’m having fun with it.
Are you on Facebook? If so, Friend me. I’m a friendly sort.
Oops
Yeah, I’m bugging out on the recipe this week. I swear, I’m having a harder time keeping up since I got home than I did while I was traveling. Hopefully I’ll stay on top of things better once the kids are back in school.
27/365 Revealed
I took the picture I posted yesterday and messed around in PhotoShop. Still not good, but now you can guess why I bothered to take the picture in the first place. And yes, that is The Boy.
Artificial
Today’s theme is Artificial. Need I say more?
Today’s theme is artificial
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Suzie’s House 126: Unbiased Opinion
“Mom, can I talk to you?” Ben grabbed her sleeve when she started to go out of the kitchen with the social worker, Gene, and Lisa.
“Oh, um…” She glanced from him to the others. “Sure, Honey. Gene, would you mind seeing Kathy out?”
“Sure thing, Mrs. Hammacker,” Gene said, and kept going.
Lisa stopped to look at him, and he thought she might hang around, but she went with Gene instead. Maybe she went because she thought he wanted her to. He hoped that was all, but probably she would rather be with Gene.
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The Eggplant is Missing
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The eggplant was perfect, a lovely purple the right size and shape. It’s fate awaited in the microwave. The camera was already set up, prepared to document it’s veggie demise. But where’s the star? in the freezer? In the cup board? In the trash? No where. It has vanished, disappearing without a trace. So far, no one has confessed.
