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Archive for May, 2008

Blowin’ in the wind

Sunday, May 18th, 2008

I have a table in my back yard. It’s not supposed to be in my back yard; it’s supposed to be on my patio. But when I had a large tree cut down, they moved the table out of the way …

None shall pass (part 2)

Saturday, May 17th, 2008

Mishka guards the door to my bedroom…from the top of the door.

(It kind of freaks me out that you can see me in his eye if you zoom in…and disregard all the noise in the photo.)

None shall pass

Friday, May 16th, 2008

Batsy guards my back door

Mr. President, the war isn’t about you — or golf

Thursday, May 15th, 2008

Oh, this rant is most delicious. I could quote passages of it, but there are too many that are absolutely perfect. Just please, go read it.

Here it comes!

Thursday, May 15th, 2008

This is hilarious and fascinating: a video of moving a 100 year old church across country complete with specially written/performed choir song! Bits of it remind of Monty Python animation. I think my favorite shot is of the steeple appearing over the horizon.

Rubber duckie love

Thursday, May 15th, 2008

Raindrops

Wednesday, May 14th, 2008

Now that’s digging deep

Tuesday, May 13th, 2008

Who said Bush never makes sacrifices?

US President George W. Bush said in an interview out Tuesday that he quit playing golf in 2003 out of respect for the families of US soldiers killed in the conflict in Iraq, now in its sixth year.

Marital Rating Scale

Tuesday, May 13th, 2008

Hey, guys - here’s a handy scale to help you rate your wife. Well, if you want to get slapped silly and never plan on having marital sex again.

A psychologist’s attempt to improve marriages provides an interesting glimpse into the social norms of the 1930s—and into one of the

Bears!

Tuesday, May 13th, 2008

I love these photos of bears invading a home owner’s playground. I doubt the home owner was too thrilled, though. As the person who passed the link on said:

What I love about those is that the cubs are doing what human kids do at a playground: They don’t use