Friday, November 11, 2005

My Bad

We need to point the way to two other journals, because they have previously given us props:

(Look below for the links, please)

Lori has two journals currently updated - Food for Thought and More, and Purple Snapdragons. The first contains recipes that Lori has personally prepared and pronounced "not poisonous." The second is a celebration of all things Lori.

And I must not (although I did) forget Queen Big O, who also has two journals - The Big O's Ramblins and Conquering the Beast. The first contains a potpourri of whatever she likes to write about (family is right up there) and the other is about her son's struggles with ADHD.

Go visit both of these good people; you'll be glad you did.

Peace.

A Day to Remember

Today,as you know, is Veterans Day. Please take a moment to remember those who have fought and those who are at this moment fighting, and pray that humankind might relinquish its warlike ways, so that no more of our daughters and sons have to die in this fashion.

Peace.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Odds and Ends

Curious happenings of the week:

We had wild turkeys in our yard today! Eight of them! We've had birds of many feathers, including a couple of grosbeaks (they sing so prettily that we got out our tape recorder and captured their song), ducks, squirrels (26 at once!), chipmunks (11 at once!), raccoons, opossums, woodchucks, rabbits, mice, voles, moles and deer (5 at once!) and 1 fox, but never before have we had turkeys! Far out, man!

(And then the man with the leaf blower came along and startled them, and they faded away into the woods.)

While preparing dinner tonight, I cracked an egg into the pan and, to my surprise, two yolks were nestled in the center of the white. It had never occurred to me to ponder whether such a curiosity might even exist. Now I have to wonder what would have happened had that been a fertile egg. Would both chicks be viable and able to survive inside the shell together? Shells have slight flexibility, and this shell was of a normal size. It is hard to imagine that they could both survive without being severely stunted. Now I won't be able to sleep for considering the ramifications.

Peace.

Pat Robertson

Who knew a clown could assume the guise of a preacher and still  be funny?

Peace.

Wednesday, November 9, 2005

Oops

We're sorry, we're sorry, we're sorry! Blame our aging brain cells; they aren't always firing on all synapses. We forgot Vicki (we knew we'd forget someone.)

Go visit this marvelous lady at her journal Maraca - she is interested in investing, she loves games and has a special sense of humor.

Peace.

... (blush) ... and ... More Props

Above all the awards that are handed out here in J-land, the most prized are not the "official" awards, but the mentions of one's journal in another's. It's humbling to realize that someone else thinks enough of your journal to give it a mention.

Thank you to LeAnn, Celeste, Kathy, Albert, Deanna, Tamara, and anyone else we might have missed for your kindness and your kind words. Bless you all. (I'm not up to adding links right now, but if you want to read these excellent journals, you can find them all in our 'Other Journals' section:

LeAnn - Befuddled

Celeste - the dailies

Kathy - Life on Flamingo Row

Albert - Albert's World of Artsy Fun

Deanna - Keeping the Weight OFF

Tamara - Letters to My Daughter

The sheer variety that you will find in these journals will hopefully compel you to return again and again.

And now ... ta-ta-ta-taaa! A new prop!

Thinking Out Loud - Niki - has been prowling about for a bit now, we suspect (we have our ways, heeheehee) and she has finally left discernable eye tracks in our journal, so welcome to you, and we'll be by for a cuppa soon.

That's it for now. I have to lie down for a bit.

Peace.

Stoned Again

How to tell if a stoner's been indulging ... amaze him or her with a little-known fact - you'll receive one of two responses, depending on the stoner's state:

You: "Hey, your hair's on fire."

Stoner: 1. "Oh, wow, man."

            2. "Ooooohhhh, wooooow, maaaaaaaaan."

Aging hippie's benison: "May all your drugs be recreational."

Thanx, one and all, for the good wishes, the eye tracks, the cookies and brownies. We're both as full as full can be, and "Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, woooooooooooooow, maaaaaaaaaaannnnnnn!"

Peace.