(Photo stolen from these guys)
Getting back to The Secret Garden, the story takes place in Yorkshire, England. If you've never heard a Yorkshire accent, you need to go rent one episode of the old BBC television series "All Creatures Great and Small."
(Photo stolen from these guys)
I just walked across the street and borrowed one VHS
tape from my parents, who have the whole set. I watched a few minutes of
it with the girls, got the rhythm of the Yorkshire accent, and then
began reading The Secret Garden to them. Smedley loved it (Sparky, at 7,
was less interested). But I was surprised and very pleased when on Sunday
Sparky asked me, "Mama? Can we watch the rest of that video about the
Here's my list of ten, in no particular order, each for their own strange reason.
me all the
nasty e-mails you want -- you know I'm right. The women who SHOULDN'T
are the first ones who WILL wear these. And the women who CAN wear these
probably still SHOULDN'T. I am 100% certain I WON'T. You're welcome.
Reporting live from Fooleryland, where we keep the sausages on the grill, the muffins in the breadbox, and the camel's toes squarely on the ground.(All images stolen from HerRoom.com, which I love, but COME ON)
"Next on CNN: two more U.S. troops were killed today in Afghanistan, bringing this month's total to 14. Anderson Cooper will take you live to the homes of the families, with some extreme closeups of women crying, and Anderson will debut his new theme music."
"Later on Fox News: Bill O'Reilly interviews three different heads of state about the political situation in Afghanistan, and tells them why he is right and they are all idiots."
(Logo stolen from this guy)
"Next up on MSNBC: a small earthen dam breaks in Helmand Province, killing two farmers. We'll tell you why it's all Dick Cheney's fault."
"Next on Al Jazeera: courageous American journalist Helen Thomas, speaking for President Obama, admits that the slaughter of innocent young Muslim men in Afghanistan is all the fault of Jewish U.S. troops."
Yikes. I wonder what the new Canadian news network would report:
And that's the way it is -- or at least the way it seems sometimes. But at least the U.S. television news networks have the good sense to hire supermodels instead of comedians.
I'm ready for the slings and arrows now.
Found these photos recently, all terrible, but I have learned several things from them.
Like that we were HIGHLY obnoxious, but pretty fun in those days.
And that every culture has its own Lionel Richie. Look, there's Honolulu's own Lionel Richie, Jr.!
Also, that I should never have tried to get a tan, ever.
I worked for the luau with these two, and Faa, the one on the right, was one of my roommates. What do I learn from this photo? That the poodle look was not my best bet. Sadly, it would take me YEARS to learn that.
The other day, Gubby sent me a photo he took. Here is a detail from it:
I grew up here:
Sort of. Not really. And Gubby grew up here:
Orland has its own certified farmers market, as of Saturday. Of course, we do have to share it with our neighbor city, Willows, on alternate months. But fresh fruit and vegetables in the cool shade of Library park? Woo-hoo!
The whole reason I needed new hiking boots is because last summer my old ones finally fell apart during my descent from Humphreys Peak, north of Flagstaff. I walked the last couple of miles with the outsole of one boot in my hand. With only a thin insole remaining, the injured boot was little more than a slipper. Fortunately I was past the rocky part of the trek. When I later told the elderly Korean shoe-repair shop owner about the boot while picking up some other shoes (I was a regular there), he was sure he could fix it -- but he hadn't seen the remains of the boot and didn't realize how thrashed both of them were.
ordered the heavy-duty boots in 1994 for my trek in Nepal. Even though
arrived in the mail right AFTER my return, forcing me
to trek in my $20 "Korea specials" (which I finally threw out in 2004),
they endured years of strenuous hiking on rough terrain, occasionally
strapped to crampons or snowshoes. It was time to let them go.
They are pretty low-tech, more suitable for walking across pastures at the ranch than carrying a backpack on some rough trail. Hence my trip to the shoe store to start a new relationship. The honeymoon phase ended unusually early, as last weekend I put the new boots through an 18-20 mile hike involving a good bit of off-trail bushwhacking in the alpine region above Arizona's Mogollon Rim. The boots are still in a snit over it, and we're not speaking right now. I can hear my 1989 boots snickering in my closet.
Hey look another No Punctuation* Wednesday on a Friday just like old times because it's possible you noticed some changes around here and wondered What The Hey Hey Foolery And Why No Fanfarewell
which was created by the multi-talented Marcy at The Glamorous Life and I know what you're thinking but it's a No PUNCTUATION* Wednesday on a Friday not a No LINK Wednesday on a Friday so I am within bounds posting a link to Marcy's design page
lots of orange
my crazy little avatar thingy in there somewhere
my new slogan
and here is a button for you to steal if you'd like
in case I can't figure out how to post it permanently on my sidebar
which is a distinct possibility