Tractor Sex

I saw Rancher Richie outside in front of his tractor.  He had his shirt off and was twirling it around above his head.  He was dancin' around all sexy-like.
I said, "Rancher Richie, what the hell?"
He said, "Well, I asked Dr. Cacey for advice about how I could get some lovin' around here and he said, 'Do something sexy to a tractor.'"

EAT YOUR COLORS, PEOPLE!!

I just got back from Safeway.  As I was unpacking my bounty, it looked pretty to me so I took its picture!  I take pictures of pretty things.  If I ever take a picture of you, you'll know why.

I Can NOT Figure Out Why I Am Having Trouble With My Grapes This Year!

It's A Good Thing I'm Retired Or I Wouldn't Have Time For This

Managing my supplements is a full time job.  Swallowing them is another.

Edit:  Son came over and saw pill container.  May I tell you about the thirty minute lecture about how humans evolved in the form we are in now for a bazillion years without these, and if I eat the right whole foods I will get all of the nutrients I need without  taking this crap, blah, blah, blah.

The Day Everybody Turned Nice (Too Bad It Didn't Last)

On the day school started back in 2001, Richard, myself, and another retired couple of educators drove by our schools to honk good-bye in a “Ha ha, you’re back in school and we aren’t,” sort of way.
We were headed for Vegas, then Yellowstone and on to the Black Hills to see the Presidential Heads on a Mountain.  We were having a great time enjoying our newfound freedom.  
 On September 11, we were in Cody, Wyoming.  We awoke to the terrible sights on television, along with everyone else in the nation.
      Our plan had been to visit Mt. Rushmore that day.  Instead we sat in our hotel rooms watching the horror with our eyes wide with fear and our hands over our mouths. I remember my skin feeling prickly and my breathing was shallow.

       After some discussion and several emotional phone calls home, (Home!  Suddenly we just wanted to be home!), we decided to proceed to our destination.  We couldn’t help but think of the teachers we left behind and the children in their classes.  What were they saying to them?  How could they explain this?  I remember how emotional it was in our classrooms the day the Challenger exploded.  This was of a far greater scope. 

With our car radio tuned to the unfolding news, we crossed into South Dakota.
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The sky was eerily empty.

We called our loved ones again.  Daughter Martie had decided to keep our granddaughter home from school.  No one seemed to know what would happen next.

     As we came upon the area of Mt. Rushmore, there were armed guards at the access road.   (We took their picture from afar.)  Upon learning that all of the monuments across the United States had been closed down, we spent the next twenty-four hours alternately planning to go on home and waiting to see what happened next. 
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     When Mt. Rushmore re-opened we walked around the plaza there and then attended the evening show.  I’m sure that the production is always wonderful, but that night!  Oh my!    It was emotionally charged with that surge of ultra-patriotism that everyone had suddenly come to enjoy.  Tears washed the faces of everyone in the audience as we sang, “America,” “ The Star Spangled Banner,” and “God Bless America.”

    We stayed on the road for the next week, visiting Glacier Park, Coeur d’Alene, and Seattle.  There was a different feel out there.  Flags popped up on cars, of course, but the people were different.  There was a change in humanity. People were more gentle and friendly.  Strangers were acting like old friends.  Everyone was open and raw.  There was a feeling of “us-ness.”
Turned out to be a good time to travel.

Midnight In Paris

 Have any of my faithful bloggy friends seen this movie?  I absolutely LOVED it.  I tried to decide if the fact that Paris is one of my favorite cities influenced this love, but I must say, I do not think so!  The cast was perfect.  Woody Allen wrote it and directed it.  You could see the "Woody" influence all through it. Owen Wilson was comically like Woody in word and actions all through the movie.

 The story went like this;  Gil and Inez are in Paris with her parents.  Their wedding is coming up soon.  They don't seem right for each other somehow. One night he goes wandering through the Paris night.  At midnight a twenties automobile comes by and stops for him and transports him back in time.  He meets Zelda and F. Scott Fitzgerald, and then Hemingway and many other famous artsy people, and oh, I'd better not give away any more of the plot.

There is a remarkable moral at the end about how each era holds wonderfulness.  Even the one we are living in now.  I will own this movie as soon as it becomes available.  I don't think I'll ever get tired of it.  That's just the nerd in me, I guess.

Lexie and Her Chicken

 Whenever I go to the grocery store I get Lexie a surprise.  She digs through the bags when I get home to find it.   Today we were dangerously low on ice cream and wine so...

 ...This is her new chicken.  I don't know if it's a desk chicken or not, but it makes a great sound when she bites it!

If I Had One It Would Be Big Like This

It just gets too hot around here to maintain. 
I don't know what Blogger has done with my bidness here, but I'm going to try and figure it out.
Don't think I have died or something.
By the way. I found this photo somewhere on the I. 

Blood & Love & Hope & Lust & Steam

 This is my sister, Barbie.  I put this picture here to show you where we were.  Close to the stage, yes?  We paid extra and came early so we wouldn't have to sit...

 ...back here where the rest of the people sat.  Below is Sara Bareilles.  She opened for Sugarland.  Very cute and put on a good show.  We liked her!

 I did get up off the ground .  Eventually.  I was the Sober Sister.  Who would have thought it!  I did NOT make that sign, or any other signs. 

         

 This is Pegi.  We have to keep her on a short tether.  She is the lively one.

 She did some serious flirting with this guy.  He is Sara's bass player.

 Her steampunk necklace.  Jennifer was all Steampunked out too.  She had on a rubber grid skirt with lace in the back and she had two big bolts hanging off her belt.
When Sugarland began to sing a host of people began to try and get past us to get closer.  Pegi enlisted an army of people all around us to keep this from happening.  One girl said, This is a Concert.  It's what you do.  Pegi told her to go do it somewhere else because she wasn't coming by us, and then suggested that if she had wanted to be closer she should have come early LIKE WE DID.

 

 The girl then said, "Is this your first concert?"  WELL.  If she had said You are fat and ugly and you have a wart on your nose, it wouldn't have insulted Pegi, but FIRST CONCERT? this was war!  "I shall try to make this printable)

Pegi suggested that she go have relations with a roady, and inferred that she was a female dog.  Then the girl's mother came up and Peg said to no one in particular.  "Oh NOW the OLD one wants by."  I think they retreated then.  I was snorting and giggling but I kept quiet and thought about what I might have said if I weren't the Sober Sister.

All in all it was a GREAT night.  I did not say, "Honey I was going to concerts when you were still sitting in your own poop."  I did not say. "Let me get this straight...According to your concert etiquette,  the most obnoxious and rude people get to be in front"


I have about ten more pictures but they look a lot like these.  I take back what I have said about Kristian Bush.  He isn't just the guy who plays the guitar for Jennifer Nettles.  He is great!