不過這次卻是第一次買來的BD

之前都是從 好過影 那邊租來的

本來九月份是想入手 " Troy " 這部之前是在電影院看的 用Full HD應該很正點

可是今天在高島屋突然發現 Bears 就先買一片來試試看

用1080P來看 大自然的景色真的是  " 美極了 "

Bears 這片 語音跟字幕都有繁中

唯一的缺點就是 special feature 是VCD的畫質吧 @@"

內容簡介：

本片帶您一探世界各地的野生熊，

與這個大自然中最令人興奮、也被人誤解最深的動物共歷一場奧妙之旅。

本片為您揭開迷霧，深入追蹤全球各個野生熊的品種，探索這個雜食者的光輝過去。

本片帶您一看北極苔原地上的北極熊、蒙大拿的黑熊，還有阿拉斯加的灰熊，

以前所未有的近距離，看看這些熊如何撫育他們的幼子，

還有如何在人類主宰的世界中力求生存。

本片探討野生熊所面臨的挑戰，解答為什麼保護他們有利全世界所有的野生動物與人類。

Geraldine posed many of the questions we ask ourselves along our life's journey:

If only….   

We could forgive ourselves.

The “mistakes” along the way.

The fork in the road we were left to ponder.

Alone.

To have chosen the:

Wrong path

Wrong people.

Wrong life to live?

Lissa wrote about an angel who became human. I happen to love this story. I just love anything to do with angels.

As she hung a white shirt on the clothesline, she saw me. Her face went pale but then her lips turns to that wicked smile she always used on me. I move towards her slowly unsure of who I found.

"Michael," she whispered, wrapping me in her small arms, careful of my wings. The smell of detergent flew into my nose and an image of Arianna as an old woman knitting a baby sweater popped into my head.


Lauri K wrote about a little girl making a divine deal. It reminded me of the deals I used to make with the powers that be when I was a wee one.

On the day the light appeared at the top of St. Mary’s steeple, Claudia was sure her prayers had been answered. Although her father looked at the red-gold light high up in the sky and decided the only cause could be aliens, Claudia was convinced that God had finally found time in his busy schedule to listen to her nightly prayers. Every night for two and half years, once the door was firmly closed, Claudia knelt at the side of her bed and made a deal with him; she would be a good girl for the rest of her life if only he would find her mother and bring her back home. Somehow she was positive the light was him saying the deal was on.

Chris feels his poem is gloomy but I think it is profound.

I was born in silence and stillness


No one ever needed to know why


Locked inside my own mind


Unhampered by the sun

Bear wrote a piece about nature, creation and birth. He is a new member of the group and a fellow Aussie. Welcome, Bear. Hope you enjoy it here.

The restless marmot, awake at an awkward hour for reasons uncharacteristic of such a beast lingers with an ataxic shuffle above his den as he scans the horizon awkwardly, with unadjusted eyes, toward the sound of the coyotes songs. He let’s out a boisterous “Neep!” in the coyotes direction as he chuckles to himself, with visions of their confusion and excitement prancing through his mind.

I couldn't resist delving into the old urban legend about Bloody Mary. I do like a bit of suspense and gore.

I don’t know if hindsight is colouring my memory, but the sky that afternoon seemed tinged with sadness. A bird, a tiny little wren with midnight blue wings, alighted on the tree outside the cafeteria and cocked his head at me as if to say:’You are above this type of thing.’ There was a slight chill in the air that cut across the football fields, jagged and strange. I wanted to run and never stop.

David recounted a story we should all remember when we are besieged by moments of regret.

 What I like about this story is that  it simultaneously says ‘believe in your self because the ‘Maestro’ might be wrong and you do have what it takes and should follow your dreams and passions. But even if the ‘Maestro’ is right and you never make it as professional concert violinist it’s not the end of the world'. 

 

Kayt's poem for me captured the essence of what one means when one says If Only.....

too sad…

..

life

—a blink—

no refunds

no returns

Karen wrote a piece about a man with cancer and how burdened he was by it. Very moving. Beautifully written.

The blossoms fell for an entire week. She began to wonder how any tree could possibly hold that many flower petals and still remain upright. He would spend hours just sitting at the window, watching the pink petals as they pooled in eddies of air, settling into fluttering puddles. She heard him sigh.
“If only,” he began, “If only-”
“Don’t! Don’t play that horrible game. Please. It’s…morbid.”
When he turned to her, his face was lined with pain and his eyes looked even more sunken than they had the day before. “Why not play a morbid game? I FEEL morbid. I LOOK morbid. I’ve seen myself in the mirror and I think Death looks better than I do right now.”
“Stop it.”

TBall wrote a piece about her battle with breast cancer. I cannot imagine how hard it must be. 

If only - those are two very powerful words…

They are two words that are constantly on my mind right now…

If only the results would have been different

If only I hadn’t found the lump

If only I can pretend that this is not happening to me

If only I could turn back time to when I was healthy

 

Once again, excellent interpretations of the prompt. Thank you all once again for your participation. Hope you are getting as much out of it as I am.

"Mum, I've already explained this to you & to the police that it's not a diary..."

-at which point she cut me off to say-

"No, it's a journal"

*Rolls eyes*

Yes, that's exactly what it is. It's not a diary it's a journal.

Not unlike her 2 cents during my rant about the Messiah's trip round Europe & the fact that none of these fuckers even have a vote anyway.

"How do they not have a vote like?!"

{{Crickets}}

"Well....would you like me to draw you a map? - Here's *Europe* & here's *America*..."

So I mentioned that the police have been chapping at the bit to speak to me. Well, Bear phoned this new Sergent on my behalf yesterday & tried to rein his ass in a bit - I do not want to speak to anyone right now, just like I don't want anything done right now, especially not whilst I'm here. However he phoned me today to "introduce himself" & I tell you, I couldn't get a fucking word in edge-ways.

I was already aware of this but he told me again that, depending on the report, he will have to act in the "public interest" & march ahead because of my abusers two children....

Luckily Bear had told him last night that if he did such a thing, he'd be on his own because I sure as hell wouldn't be cooperating because like I said, he didn't even give me time to breathe.

Point is, those two little brats are either an issue or not. Make a fucking decision right?!

And you know, three months ago I gave the word to get the ball rolling, over a month ago someone actually got off their arse & took the bloody statement, & no, it's still not here yet. So, tell me, in all that time how many "other victims" has he abused? Because wasn't it oh so important that I make my statement against him to "save the children"?! I hardly think another 9 weeks is going to make any difference, do you?!

But seriously, he's going to read that statement & see that one of that bastards kids, his daughter, is the very age I was when he started abusing me, so lets face it, he's going to go ahead.

Before terminating the call he managed to slip in that he & the other Sergent would be coming to speak with me once the statement had been received.

Let me say this nice & slow - No, they fucking will not be popping in on me to discuss what's going to happen next, because nothing is happening next until I leave the goddamn country.

Not two minutes after the phone call ended, Bear picked up from his end & tried to phone this guy to give him what for, but what do you know, he was miraculously off-duty, what with it being a Friday afternoon & all. So I was basically a last minute job that he hurried along so he could bugger off & enjoy his weekend.

Nice huh?!

Investigators in Utah say that a large black bear raided a clandestine marijuana growing operation so often that it chased the grower away. Deputies found food containers ripped apart and strewn everywhere, cans with bear teeth marks, claw marks and bear prints across the camp in Garfield County, Utah, on Tuesday.

"This bear is definitely law-enforcement minded," said Garfield County Sheriff Danny Perkins. "If I can find this bear I'm going to deputize him."

Perkins said the operation on Boulder Mountain included 4,000 'starter' sacks of pot and 888 young plants.

"This particular bear apparently was not going to give up and basically chased these marijuana farmers away," Perkins said.

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Law & Order: Oversized Teddy Bear Unit

So this is what happens when an oversized Build-a-Bear stops being snuggly - things get ugly. I found this guy discarded on the side of the street, tossed there like a spent cigarette. Cruel world this is. All you do is love and look cute and adorable and in the end you get stripped down, thrown out in the rain and left for dead underneath a light post. Least he went out with a smile on his face. Wonder what he did wrong. Maybe his owner grew up, found a new squeeze. Maybe the love was gone. Maybe he took up too much room in the bed. Who knows really? Garbage man came later in the day and sent him down to the junk heap. Saddest sight you could ever see. A teddy bear dead in the street - fur matted down and moldy, eyes glassed over - lying there with love left to give but no one there to take it.

Related Listening:

"Punk Rocker feat. Iggy Pop" - The Teddybears

"Murder in the Red Barn" - Tom Waits (also probably one of the scariest songs ever!)

Laura took the above photo of me, with the village of Ojdula in the background.

View of Ojdula. The village is surrounded by hills and forests on three sides. The road from the town Tirgu Secuiesc enters the village from the plain.

Not much has changed regarding my own water supply. My friend Silvester was voted as the new Mayor of Ojdula and has promised to get water to me before the winter. 90% of the village have water but I unfortunately fall into the 10% bracket. The water is not really mains as it comes from a village reservoir high up in the hills and is piped to the village untreated. However, I am sure it is more pure than most tap water in the west. The water stops at the medical centre where I used to work in the early 90's. Silvester has to arrange a JCB to dig a trench to my front gate which will cost an estimated 5 RON per metre which is just over £1 a metre. Thats all in including tax and labour, which also includes backfill once the pipe has been laid.

In two weeks time the heating engineer arrives to start work on my central heating. This is going to be more expensive but essential as the temperature will go to the other extreme, sometimes down to -20 to 25oC. He is also going to install the pipework for my bathroom and kitchen. Labour is relatively cheap but bathroom and kitchen furniture are priced the same as in the west.

Most evenings I am still out and about in the hills with Laura. In the photo above Laura is viewing deer from a great vantage point we found at the top of a ridge. Here we look across open farmland to the virgin forests of the Vrancea mountains. This is a great place as they cannot see us unless looking up. We hide the Land Rover behind some bushes then crawl out to our viewing position behind long grass. Then as soon as the light starts to dim the animals start to appear. They seem to know when the shepherds and herdsmen have returned to the village with their livestock or to large corals in nearby fields. Interestingly there are no fences anywhere. The shepherds roam the hills with their flocks and fierce looking dogs to protect the sheep from wolves and bears.

Laura works in one of the village shops and finishes at 7pm which gives us about an hour and a half before sunset to spot as many animals as possible. We mostly see hares, deer, buzzards and partridge. However, come October the larger animals such as bear, wolf and wild boar will have less food in the forest and will start venturing from the forest to the surrounding fields and some bears will come into the village itself. The bears usually choose gardens at the edge of the village to ensure a clear escape route. They will leap over or break through fences in search of plumbs and apples. They need this extra food to put down fat before the winter hibernation.

Laura took this great photo. She loves trees and wanted to place one in the foreground of this sunset.

We want to invite a photographer to come here to capture all these animals on camera. I would ask that we share copyright on the photos as we need to upgrade what we already have on the website. In return I would host the photographer at cost. I can arrange cheap but comfortable accommodation in the village, and I would provide all transport by Land Rover to and from the shoots. When specifically looking for bears I would arrange an armed ranger to join us. If anyone knows of any that is interested please let me know. They could arrange a cheap flight for themselves with www.wizzair.com They fly from Luton to Bucharest. If the photographer agrees to cover the cost of fuel I would also pick them up from the airport approximately 4 hours drive away. Alternatively there is a train all te way to Tirgu Secuiesc with two stops. This opportunity would be open to either a professional or an amateur photographer, but I would want to see some of their previous work before we go ahead with any arrangements. If they come over this year October would be best month and if next year then March would be a good time.

You can either contact me by e-mail paul@transylvania4x4tours.com or by phone on 0040 730906867

Find me at these fine places:

"Oh my god, I can't believe you've turned her into a Republican!"

"Well, actually I'm not a Republican, I'm a Libertarian & she's probably more that than anything"

"Well, I think she's a Republican now".

Snort.

It's 4am & I've just ordered my very own Sarah Palin hoodie. (Told you nothing good happens in the wee hours with me!)

Now that's gonna blow him a new one!

I was torn between this & the "My Vice-Presidential Candidate is HOTTER than YOUR candidate" but I settled on the fact she's looking pretty fucking hardcore right there.

Can ya'll picture me walking round Bonnie Scotland in this?! Don't tell me it doesn't make you proud!

S'ok, you can do it!

Needless to say I'm feeling better.

It might seem unfair to call out someone who really didn't ask to be in the spotlight, but she is. She's famous now, and I'm better than her.

1. I know how condoms work.
2. My mom isn't a cunt.
3. I was never homeschooled.
4. I made it out of high school without an unplanned pregnancy (or two, depending on who you ask).
5. I have significantly better taste in boys.
6. There is no bear carcass in my living room.
7. Meghan McCain has never blogged about me.
8. I'm not from Alaska.
9. The contents of my vagina aren't international news.
10. I never drank while underaged.

My name is Ginger Duncan.  At 40 years old, I am physically fit (because I could not survive this lifestyle otherwise), and phenomenally in love with my unusual abode....My husband and I own an eco-lodge on Kodiak Island, home of the world famous Kodiak brown bear.  Occasionally we have one or more of these beautiful bruins wander through camp as they scout for scraps left over from that day's fishing excursions.  When we bring home wild Alaskan salmon, "barn-door" halibut, or delicious Black Bass or Cod, not a bit of it goes to waste, what with the Bald Eagles cleaning up whatever specks of carcasses the bear leave behind.  All summer long I've planned on setting up a blog so that I could share the incredible experiences of our guests with folks who are looking or wishing for a trip to someplace off the beaten path.  Now that our season is nearly over, it's time to stop wishing and start working.  Over the course of the next few weeks I intend to recreate the visits of all the terrific new friends we shared our home with this year.  I'm WIDE open to suggestions, requests and comments so that I can optomize this opportunity for the benefit of my eventual readers.  This is my initial foray into the blogging world, so be gentle with me!  I promise to regale you all with stories (and pictures?) of whales breaching, bear feeding, and sea otter at play.   Hopefully this will become a fun way to keep people informed of the many changes at Alderwood Retreat, and to get visitors excited about their upcoming adventures!  Best wishes to all for safe and rewarding travels!!

So I came home after a long night & began venting to Bear about how seeing my father again ended up in him trying to force things with me & his wife.

I told my dad straight up, look; there's time for all that, I haven't even been here 24 hours. You can't force things - because evidently it makes things a hell of a lot worse.

Doesn't it?!

Point is he basically told me that if I didn't make up with his wife, he wouldn't be at my wedding. I've heard this before, but as the wedding (if you can even call it such a thing on our budget) is 9 months away I knew we'd have time to sort things out. As much as I wanted them sorted out that is... more in the sense of my father coming alone.

So I come home & fill Bear in briefly on the goings on & then went through to the living room to join my mother & step-father to try & be sociable for an hour (after all this is their house remember..Sigh.)

I come back to find that it's been all happy families between Bear, my father & his bitch ass whore of a wife.

So of course she was all smiles & giggles with him.

She was "really sweet".

"I'm so pleased to hear of your engagement"

"I'm really looking forward to seeing Aria"

To which he completely bullshitted that the feeling was mutual.

"I'm sure Aria is looking forward to seeing you & showing you the ring"

Yeah, showing her the ring through her fucking throat maybe.

Why he played the bullshit card & returned the sentiments of which I know were pulled out of the same hat on her end, I dont' know. I'm so pissed that he spoke for me like that. What happened to them all fucking themselves & going to hell he'd been shouting about not an hour ago?!

I'm so angry that she was like that with Bear too. We haven't spoken since Christmas 2007 for fucks sake, even after two openings for her;

1) When she found out I'd been sexually abused - that bitch found out I had been fucking RAPED & she didn't say a fucking word - but oh, get Bear on the phone & she's all fucking over him like flies to shit.

2) When we announced our engagement. - a much smaller fucking window may I add, yet much, much easier to say something no?!

But no, nothing, not a fucking peep. Quite like the rest of this fucking bunch.

My dad's most recent quote after my asking what exactly became of their cosy little conversation was;

"I've to give you time and you WILL make the effort with the wife"

Will? WILL?!

Fucking watch me.

I'm so upset & angry it's completely overcome me, it's been so long since I felt like this. So much has gone on today with the police too, not to mention my mother telling me there's nothing I can do about my statement & the fact they will do what they want. Again, fucking WATCH ME!

FUCK.

I cannot cope with this bullshit. Now I can handle it from their side, I've tread through it a thousand times, but to see Bear leave my side & pull a stunt like this, fuck, it sucks.

I never saw it coming at all.

"I said I would encourage you to make amends, so I'm asking you, as your fiance, to take the opportunity"

And what happened when I bluntly & adamantly said "No"?

Oh, my mistake. You didn't hang up on me, the computer crashed.

Right. You sure as hell hung up the next time though didn't you.

I can't believe he fucking turned on me like that.

I said no & I'll say it again, with very good reason, reasons I believed he agreed with. He certainly agreed it was all too soon, or at least I thought he did. But hell, I don't even know anymore. I wish I could say I didn't care, but I do.

Fucking FUCK!

I want my father to walk me down the aisle but no, I can't even have that can I - because it is not worth making up with that bitch for. Believe me, it's not. If he'd really rather chose her over me - (which is nothing my mother didn't do to me with her husband 5 years ago) if he'd rather chose her over that moment in my life, then fine. It's not like he fucking walked out & abandoned me when I was 4 years old anyway. It's not like he never fucking bothered. Tell me, how many times did he pick up the goddamn phone the last three months? Yet he can go texting young men in the fucking Philippines right? Right.

What I even have to make up for, I don't even know. Why it's always me who has to bow the fuck down, I'll never understand. What the fuck do I have to say sorry for?! Please Christ, give me one good reason??

And yes, it is my family, very unlike his own which, goddamn it, I wish I was lucky enough to have had. And I will do whatever I please, to boot.

My dad goes on about how she's stuck in her culture - she's forty-fucking-seven & she's lived in Scotland since she was nine. So lets burn that old trick shall we. Show me your fucking Visa bitch!

I will not be the first one, I have no reason to be anything toward her, I'm simply not interested. And this, this complete slap in the face has so royally fucked things. Thank you.And yes, it is my family, very unlike his own which, goddamn it, I wish I was lucky enough to have had.

But alone I go in saying fuck you & goodnight I guess.

C.

Revelation 13:2 And the beast which I saw was like unto a leopard, and his feet were as the feet of a bear, and his mouth as the mouth of a lion: and the dragon gave him his power, and his seat, and great authority.    

Revelation 13:3 And I saw one of his heads as it were wounded to death; and his deadly wound was healed: and all the world wondered after the beast.    

Revelation 13:4 And they worshipped the dragon which gave power unto the beast: and they worshipped the beast, saying, Who is like unto the beast? who is able to make war with him?    

Revelation 13:5 And there was given unto him a mouth speaking great things and blasphemies; and power was given unto him to continue forty and two months.    

Revelation 13:6 And he opened his mouth in blasphemy against God, to blaspheme his name, and his tabernacle, and them that dwell in heaven.    

Revelation 13:7 And it was given unto him to make war with the saints, and to overcome them: and power was given him over all kindreds, and tongues, and nations.    

Revelation 13:8 And all that dwell upon the earth shall worship him, whose names are not written in the book of life of the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world.    

Revelation 13:9 If any man have an ear, let him hear.    

Revelation 13:10 He that leadeth into captivity shall go into captivity: he that killeth with the sword must be killed with the sword. Here is the patience and the faith of the saints.    

Revelation 13:11 And I beheld another beast coming up out of the earth; and he had two horns like a lamb, and he spake as a dragon.    

Revelation 13:12 And he exerciseth all the power of the first beast before him, and causeth the earth and them which dwell therein to worship the first beast, whose deadly wound was healed.    

Revelation 13:13 And he doeth great wonders, so that he maketh fire come down from heaven on the earth in the sight of men,    

Revelation 13:14 And deceiveth them that dwell on the earth by the means of those miracles which he had power to do in the sight of the beast; saying to them that dwell on the earth, that they should make an image to the beast, which had the wound by a sword, and did live.    

Revelation 13:15 And he had power to give life unto the image of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause that as many as would not worship the image of the beast should be killed.    

Revelation 13:16 And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads:    

Revelation 13:17 And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.    

Revelation 13:18 Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.    

Das Glücksschweinchen zog mit dem Wanderpaket weiter.
Der Rochen ist schon im Sommer entstanden, und der Gecko ist eigentlich kein Amigurumi, sondern ein Lesezeichen. Ich hab aber auch schon überlegt ihn als Aplikation auf eine meiner Taschen zu nähen.

Ach ja und dann hab ich gesehen, das ich Euch ja noch gar nicht das Bild vom Sommerwichtelbär gezeigt hab. Der zog bei der Amigurumi Forum Sommerwichtelaktion zu Annabell um. Einmal allein und einmal mit unserem Katzenkin Finchen.

Ketika kelas ECad hampir selesai, saya check handphone saya. Niat asalnya nak message Mama, nak beritahu yang saya nak balik tengahari. Keluarkan handphone dari poket jubah, unlock keypad, tiba-tiba baru perasan ada 4 new messages. Semuanya offline messages dari YM!.

Salah satu dari messages tu adalah daripada orang jauh!!! Jam 1141. Saya check handphone jam 11.55 am. Aaaaa!! Terus rasa nak berlari balik rumah, nak online. Last-last, bincang dengan kawan, minta izin tumpang bilik. Lagipun petang ada hal nak disettlekan. Gitu-gini, 12.20 baru sampai bilik. Tiba-tiba connection broadband kat sini pulak demam. 12.30 baru dapat online. Malangnya, orang jauh dah tak online lagi.

Frustnya saya! :-( Takde rezeki..

Down. Down. Down!!!

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Padahal ni dah berapa kali dah dapat chat sebelum ni.. Cuma, ntah... Nak sangat chat!! :-( Isk..

Sekian..

1246Msia

646Cairo

On our ride, we heard a little about the Washburn Expedition. Several mountains are named in honor of this historic expedition across land that would become Yellowstone National Park. A military escort of ten men made the trek in 1870, between August 17 and September 21st (we were there during that time period). I ended up buying a book with text by Nathaniel Langford, who recorded his impressions of what they saw on their journey. I'll include some of Langford's quotes to go with pictures later on.

But more memorable even than the Washburn Expedition was the story of Truman C. Everts, one of the party who got lost for 37 days. Everts was a wildly inept traveler. He ended up getting separated from the party, and then he put all his survival gear on his horse and lost his horse and all his survival gear, too. He was not sensible enough to then die, but rather ended up cooking starch-heavy local plant life in the boiling hot springs to sustain himself. 

A two person search party found him, including a famous mountain man. Everts was so backed up from his diet that the mountain man had to feed him a pint of black bear grease to get things moving. Black bear grease is some of the foulest, smelliest stuff in North America, but T.C. somehow ingested it, and managed not to die, either of starvation or of mortal constipation.

According to Sarah, by the time they found him, he was hanging out barefoot on the rocks well up a mountain now named in his honor. This is befuddling because mountains aren't considered a very warm place to hang out when you're starving and freezing. It is possible that he was paranoid of wildlife or the sulfur smells down below, and keeping a look out for dangers or rescuers. He was so wild and wooly and strange looking up on the mountain, that his rescuers almost mistook him for an emaciated bear and shot him down.

I don't have pictures of me on the horse. My dad does. We couldn't take cameras along on the ride, but the nice-seeming lady at the little pay-shack said she would take the camera and take pictures for us.

When I was lead to the corral, they brought me a giant horse named Rosie. Rosie was a boy. A towering boy. He looked to me about twice as high as Sierra or anyone else's horse was. I can only imagine they gave me the titanic horse because Sierra is ten, and the other members of our riding party were very frail looking elderly women.

Anyway, the girl who was helping us indicated the stirrup that hung at about my chest level and said, "Just put your left foot in there, grab the saddle-horn, jump up and swing your other leg over."

I gave her a look anyone would give a normal looking person who spoke crazy talk.

She gave me a lazy grin and said, "You can do it."

This kind of mindless, confident belief has always seemed to me the most difficult sort of attitude to negate. I did get my foot into the stirrup, and closing my eyes with one of those 'Ah well, I'm doomed...' sort of sighs, I jumped.

My lunatic girl had forgotten to actually buckle the stirrup. Shortly after I jumped, the stirrup gave way. I'm surprised how long it lasted, actually, without a catch. The result was that I ended up lying across the horses back cross-wise with my legs flailing for a catch-hold.

And there was the nice old lady from the payment shack standing outside the fence, catching it all on camera.

Regretfully here I must confess that upon arriving back from the horse-ride, I did indeed try and mug the nice-seeming old lady for my father's camera before he could get his hands on it. She wouldn't give it to me. I explained that a life was at stake and my dad could be the victim of a tragic homicide if she didn't turn over the goods, but the nice-seeming old lady became sternly immovable. 

Deep down, I think she was enjoying her evil old self.

"My pack horse which I rode to-day, a buckskin colored broncho, which is docile under the pack saddle, "Bucked" as I mounted him this morning; but I kept my seat in the saddle without difficulty. Walter Trumbull, however, on my return tonight, presented me with a sketch which he says is a faithful portrayal of both horse and rider in the acrobatic act. I think the sketch is an exaggeration, and that I hugged the saddle in better form than it indicates."  

-September 12, 1870, Nathaniel Langford, The Washburn Expedition

Every time that we go to the mall we pass Hooters. If you aren't familiar with the restaurant, it features scantly clad young ladies in hot pants and baby doll t-shirts or tank tops. (See Hooters Girls for more info.)  As we passed it yesterday, the Tyrant screams "Hooters!" and starts "hoo"ing.  Bear looks at her from the front seat and says "Honey, its not about owls, its about boobs."  She looked shocked and appalled, "Daddy!  Did you just call me a boob?! I am not a boob!  You are a boob, Turkey-lover!"

I've been have a little fun with etching over the past few hours.

They all look a bit dead but have a look and see.....

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Can you guys do better? I should think so.

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