July 31, 2007
July Shout-Outs!
End-of-July Shout Outs to all who have visited and posted to this sham of a blog.
Thanks to Sisterbelle, Neenee, Barb, Beary, Rose, Garazon and Alison for posting; to everyone else who has dropped by, we appreciate you wasting your taking the time. Don't feel shy, leave a comment, it's free!
You can't make any more of a fool of yourself than we've already done of ourselves, so....
This is the end of July and we hit over 200 posts for the month! We're not for sure we can keep up with that pace in the months to come, but many of the photos were older ones and we wanted to post them first. We'll have some more photos soon...whether they'll be GOOD ones will be debatable. We've trips planned to many of the small towns in this area and hope you'll find it interesting.
Again, thanks and love to all my family and friends!
Want a little nip?
I think that's what was asked of the white mule walking up to the fence on the far right, maybe not verbally but with body gestures. The mule in the middle apparently had some sort of issues with the other because about two seconds after I took this the brown mule gave the white one a viscious bite on the neck. I felt sorry for the smaller animal; all he wanted to do was join the party. (I was pulling weeds and feeding them, they love 'em)
After throwing some vegetation over the fence to distract it, I walked down the fence a-ways and fed the other mule. It didn't get to eat much as the mean mule saw what was going on, and quickly trotted over and, with gnashing of domino-sized molars, it chased the other one away.
I left, as I didn't want to get caught up in this domesticated violence.
It doesn't matter what it is: mule, cat, dog, hog or frog, when they have their ears pinned back, it's Katy bar the door. I've had mine pinned back FOR me before, but I don't think I'll tell those particular stories.
Sorry, I'M going to be a little stubborn about that. Don't press me about it; watch my ears!
Taken at the horse lot west of the Pampa city limits.
Colon Clipart
I have quite a few graphics discs I have purchased since I first bought a computer and also belong to an alt.binaries clipart group. I can't help but be a packrat and collect what I find, but I really like the odd graphics. This will be the first in an inane series of the strangest clipart I have.
I don't remember where this one came from, but I DO remember that it was the only one like it, there was no stomach or rectum or even one showing the gall bladder. It always struck me funny that it was in the collection all by its lonesome.
I'm not for sure just where my descending colon is in my body, but if I ever see it (or anyone else's) I will recognize it, thanks to this c/a.
It will be orange, and look just like the upper radiator hose on a '67 Fairlane.
You Snooze, You Lose
Your shoes
Driving down Lefors St. on a drab, dreary day a few weeks back, I could see something swinging from one of the ubiquitious overhead wires. It was at a "T" intersection, and I thought at first the city had put up a traffic light.
As I got closer, I could see it was a pair of sneakers.
I wonder what the story is behind those shoes? Did someone get a brand new pair and decided to get rid of the old ones with a mighty fling? Did some bully take them off a poor kid then throw them over the line to further torment him? Did the kid - and I think they're kid's shoes - get in trouble when he came home sans footwear? Did a huge buzzard eat someone and then regurgitate the clothing as it flew over this part of town?
They're still there, swingin' in the breeze.
