There Is Beauty Everywhere

There is a roadrunner that lives up the road.  Actually, i am pretty sure there are several of them, but they all look alike to me, so i cannot speak to how many there actually are.  In order to avoid overload, i am going to pretend that there is just one.  His name is Bob.

This morning, Roadrunner Bob ran in front of the car, got to the side of the road, and then stopped.  I backed up, and dug out the camera.  Oddly, Bob stood still for just long enough.  Then he continued running.  Took some shots of that, too, but Bob's camouflage was in fine working order, and all i got were pictures of brown sticks.

So i go on around the corner, and i see a row of steaming fencepost's.  Unfortunately, the steam didn't show up very well in the photo.  It is just gonna have to be whirled peas.  Use your imagination.  It was very cool.  Literally and figuratively.

Maybe you can see the whispies a little better in this shot.  Sort of.  Oh well.  Whirled Peas.  It really was beautiful.  Almost magical.  Wish you had been there.

And then, on the way home, a turtle was crossing the road.  Or maybe it was a tortoise.  I never know the difference.  His name is Bob, anyway. 

Missed the Bob shot.  He wasn't nearly the camera hog that Bob was earlier.

It was a nice morning.  There was loveliness everywhere i looked.

Earl The House Chicken

Some people put Santa's on their roofs this time of year.

Some folks have rooster weather vanes.

We have Earl.

She is not there as a decorative element.

She is stalking us, and has found this to be the best vantage point for said activity.

Earl is driving me crazy. 

Fortunately for her she is too small to be worth the effort, otherwise i might be tempted to throw her in a pot with some celery and carrots.

And i am not even going to go into what she is doing all over the back porch.

Know i have been remiss with the stories of late...sorry 'bout that.

That time of year, and we have been crazy bizzzzzzzy.

But everyone is well.

Just trying to keep all the wheels turning.

Hope yours are turning, too.

Extreme Shepherding

Okay, i know i sent this to a bunch of you, but the rest of the world needs to see it.

My hat is off to these guys, and their dogs!!!

http://www.wimp.com/sheeplight/

Be sure and have your sound on.

Soap Bubbles

I am a "glass half full" kinda person.
A "there is always a silver lining" thinker.
Generally don't get upset if "all's well that ends well."

Except when it comes to the Custome Home.

I have had a REAL hard time finding the love for this place.

I LOVE the land....and am most grateful for the roof over my head--don't get me wrong.

But not wild about the house.
In SOOOoooo many ways.

Now, the cool thing about the land is that it is one of the first four homesteads that established this county 150 years ago.  Lots of history in these parts, and i dig that.

But back in the '80's the original homestead was destroyed.  At the time, the owners were very, very old, and i suspect that the house was built as "cost effectively" as possible because the folks were not expected to live much longer.  Turns out they spent less than three years here before one passed and the other moved in with family, and the land, that had been in the same family all that time, was sold.

I could go on an on about the....um...difficulties with this house.  But i won't.  Because i am so very happy to have a home at all.  (There is a story there, about how it came to be my home, but i will save that for another day.  Lets just say i wasn't on board at the onset.)  And it does have a set of built in shelves in the pantry that were made specifically for canning jars.  I do like that.  Only works well for quarts, but still...

Probably the thing i hate most is the master bath.  If you care to call it that. 

I am a bath person. 
I am a bath TUB person.
In fact, i think it is fair to say that i am a lounging in a claw foot tub person.

Before Jed, i rented a house one time based solely on the bathtub. 
The house itself was okay enough, but the tub was a thing of beauty.
It was long and wide, with a perfect slope at the back, knobs that you could operate with your toes to adjust the water temp as needed, and a lovely, oh so lovely wide ledge on the side for my books and water glass or coffee cup, and all the smell-goods and girly stuff ya gotta have in the tub.
Oh, that was such a great tub. 

The Custome Home has a shower stall.
The cheapest, smallest, barely passes the minimum OSHA requirements acrylic shower stall.

There is a small ledge at about 4 feet high.  Just enough that you can easily knock off a bottle each of shampoo and conditioner.

Every time i drop the soap and bend over to pick it up, the door pops open.
I have quit shaving my legs because it is just plain impossible to do.  MAYBE when i was 20, but not now.

And it is acrylic.  I HATE acrylic.
And TINY.

This morning, however, i found the silver lining in such a small shower.

I started to slip.

And ya know how when something like that starts to happen, how ya have that split second where you can see it all before it happens?

I saw myself goin' down.

And then i stopped.

My feet only splayed about three inches before they were stopped by the sides of the shower.

Disaster was averted.

The silver lining was revealed to me.

My shower is too small to fall in.

Isn't that great?

Finally...An HONEST Politician!!!

This one is probably gonna get me in trouble.

But really, it was just too good to pass up.

Since this post is probably gonna have to be censored for the kiddywinks, I'm gonna bring one out i've been saving.

The first time i saw this billboard was the week that Sparta and Moon messed up all my

Happy Thoughts.

As i drove by i thought,

"No thanks, mine have enough."

Okay, that is enough of the off color jokes.

Hey!  At least i didn't tell a dirty one!!!

Now that i think about it, have you heard the one about......

Never mind.

Back to the Family Channel.

Can We Have A Word?

Psssssst.

Pssssst.  Earl. 

Over here.

Think you could snag some Twizzlers for us the next time you sneak into the house?

We'll make it worth your while.

Meet Banty and Clyde

This pair sticks together, and keep to themselves. 

They don't hesitate to run off Earl, and i can't even do that! 

Earl says "Hi," by the way.