For all the Mothers

It's a snowy day in the neighborhood. La, la la. Went for some house hunting and promptly came back to my current favorite location, location, location, home. I found a new area, suburb of a shanty town esque. People build boom to bust in these hills in every taste. I found my 4 wheel high drive and eased with the slide as the roads have a nice coat of snow. We saw a car with California plates with the same house oogling eyes. I think we'll relax for the winter on doing the economical house buying shuffle. Although we'll keep our eyes open for the right spot.

At least a Grand

These are a variety of snaps to update, on with the blog! One is of an elk herd in the refuge outside of Jackson Wy. Yeti is getting a reach, Maddy in her sunrise up dog usual sublime pose. Oh what else the yawn, Le Grand Tetons. Come get em or at least enjoy a view. That couch may be ratty but it holds two of the best darn sweet dogs ever made. As ever best wishes for a fantastic day, we are blessed. Thanks for peeking in everyanybody. Yeti's belly calls...

Campy

Picture this confidence, Gold

Normally you'd have to bribe me with something or else I'd take the following information to the grave. Only for you and just today this will give you a peek at a most fun place on our mother earth. I hit the GPS unit along my four wheeling camp adventure within Wyoming's Roaring Fork Creek. We had the pleasure of getting to an elevation of 8888 feet on the 8th month of our year oh eight. The swimming was cool but not cold, every person (plus horses) we saw and/or met was there for one reason JOY. An hour away from my crib and you'll find me bouncing in the backwoods like an all American girl should.

Did I forget to call this post YeHAW?!

Stay tuned for future picture post.*

Map credit and creation via les Osiers.

Coal from Santa? Not Cool

Gotta give it to Russia today, way to distract the world from China's artistic contribution by destroying *certain restrictions may apply Georgia while we all get distracted by games originally designed to take a break from war. I think calling Putin a party pooper is about the least someone from my neighborhood could contribute. Well the education of modern changes continues, but it will in no way force me to ignore the amazing win by the Americans last night for a thrilling end to the relay swimming competition. Way to go guys!
If you, dear reader find time, carve out some Olympic event watching while stretching like a yoga cat. I may be forced to resurrect a treadmill in front of these deeply moving events.
Game on.

Tiz Moi

n dat was yesterdeh

The Fall of the Sinks

See the previous post for the three quarter mile later rise story.

Go Fish. In this pictures case Rainbow Trout and the ever slimy German Browns.

Where I Roll, Sinks Canyon

Yesterday we drove South to a great place called Sinks Canyon. A long horned sheep met us pretty closely to the front gate, and aside from one scraped knee it was a day of simple nature based plus family visiting enchantment. I obviously made the most of our outing by insisting that we return again today where we continued upon a wave of energy and discovery excitement.
One of my favorite quiet moments was anything but as the voices of water sang and I waded into her cool clean graceousness. I was mezmorized by the triple bubbling rush over a rock that sprang out and through me more deafining than any high tech surround sound could. Again that's obvious, when you go from reliance on "sterio" to the depth and experience of our outdoors, especially in Wyoming *gushes with pride*, well it hits one that the creativity of life is beloved. The gang had a ball and here are more pictures of today. On a side path, I got lost or turned around for a short period of time and it's rare as my inner compass is usually keen, but no matter that's why we travel in a literal pack. Family, I've got your back.

How Many County Fair

Guess who this tiger lily shot is for?!



This boy and one lazy cow have the right idea.




pecking order

So very

The following is a link to a music video, Kudos to Tyler. A band from Idaho called The Very Most is going to play any who find themselves in the mood to click along, they will play a nice diddy. Pay attention to the use of black and white dark and shadow, also at minute three fifty there is a quant saw sounding solo.

*link found complements go to very short list dot com*

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OD7kvDQW4uI





Good Harmony!

Peace for pause

I enjoy poetry and prayer. In fact they are often one and the same. Any blog of mine will include the Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi. It's one my mother had me memorize age ten and never gets old. One translation follows. As I've said before it's good embeded code, even on a Monday afternoon.


Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
Amen.

Summer Time

Knock knock, Ruby Sunflower and poppys in the heat.

Have A Nice Day

Where the blogs are

That's a folk art image a box. I call it the sweep suite.
It's a lovely evening in the sticks. Local youngsters are riding motor cycles and the livin is easy enough. One dog of ours Kona the younger moody lab mix is sitting next to her elder Maddy who is yellow/gray and an obvious senior with the gracefull temper to prove it. I'd blog more but there are books to read and selves to tuck in for a good night's sleep.

Bugs the other low life Grasshopper

Bugs the other low life Grasshopper

It’s past time for another blog. It is a noun right, blog? Today's topic you ask? Well the incredible sometimes edible bugs. Not spiders or men, simply bugs. I have a camera phone with a tiny adaptor to figure out then you'll get pictures from the yard. In Wyoming we are met by some more than other creatures from June well into December. Last year I was still singing the “flee fly or I’ll flatten you” song into the winter holiday. And yes the homestead is relatively clean, but don’t underestimate a horse fly.
What can they possibly want to bother me with when there is a short 24 to 48 hour life span? I feel a tickle of the little legs or they out in out buzz the tower, ie my face. They are God’s creatures right, so there ain’t no bugs on me is a fine way to reject their company. That, and a bath.
Sometimes I feel like the bug. And if you do why are you still on my page reading this, didn’t you hear Ferris say “go home”.
That’s my wish for all bugs that they go home, return to sender.

YouTube - West Side Story - America

YouTube - West Side Story - America: ""

Independence Day In America

Alfalfa Wildflower Point

Once Upon A George

"Where would we be without comedy?" That is a question a teacher once posed to our class in the midst of a lecture interruption which, at the time seemed so relevant that the joke couldn't wait. I've since found it to be a rather interesting question worthy of silent cognition. Some two years later I think that there might be an answer inside of me to it that isn't completely smart assed.
George Carlin was a man who shaped the modern form of American comedy who died last week. He was well known by the time I was introduced to him via a friend with an 8 or 9 hour VCR tape. Many a weekend slumber party during high school we fell asleep to his vastly adult comedic style. In those days his vocabulary seemed impressive and his expletives not gratuitous, rather they were deliberate and poetic, not absurd without any point. Certainly he was unlike anyone else I knew.
I didn't know him personally. He was an entertainer when my eyes were glued to the guy with attitude for miles. Once I did see his live show in Idaho Falls, probably year 2004. What he said that night, the impersonal way he delivered his messy ideas by pulling out a piece of notepaper to test the worst material I have ever listened to makes it an ironic ease to say "thank you" and "goodbye". Here's what my fifty dollar ticket paid for: half of his act onstage that night was about necrophilia. It was bad. Shit. Now he's dead. Now it makes what he said a teensy weensy bit sick/funny. Did he have such a hold on his own mortality that he said those things for a purpose beyond getting laugh after laugh at that very show? If any of you go to hell, let me know.
Overall I join the world in saying goodbye to a man who made think to his comedy. The following ten quotes from Carlin have been yanked from the number one cousin who has his own gift of astounding perception, thanks B.


Ten From George Carlin

What if there were no hypothetical questions?

I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, “Where’s the self-help section?” She said, if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.

Would a fly without wings be called a walk?

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.

Think of how stupid the average person is, and realize half of them are stupider than that.

Why don’t sheep shrink when it rains?

Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck.

If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?

Don’t sweat the petty things and don’t pet the sweaty things.

The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.

Sphairistike Anyone?!

The beauty of tennis has nothing to do with being ranked. The game itself is accessible to most anyone who wants to play. Right now the Wimbledon championship is full swing in its modern continuation of a game once called Sphairistike in 1877. Lawn tennis is not a difficult game to enjoy (at least it's not as hard as pronouncing Sphairistike I hope), good call on that name change guys.

http://aeltc.wimbledon.org/en_GB/about/history/history.html


My own experience with lawn tennis is pretty limited. I've only attempted the grass court a handful of times and wouldn't know where to find one locally. One interesting side court note, if you will is that my husband once worked with a tennis court installer in my hometown. They tore out that very court I played on as a child and put it into the front lawn of his home some 25 years later, but still a wild coincidence. The hard court surface has been where I spent many years cultivating a sport. When I couldn't get to the court there was a wall sans windows across the street which took quite a beating.
"What brings this on?" you might ask if you aren't playing tennis. A combination of watching what has to be my favorite of the big tournaments on television this week.
Ana Ivanovic came off of a big win at the French Open with a number one world wide ranking, don't even get me started about clay surface play, only to be defeated today by China's Zheng Jie who was ranked 133 before this game. Although I don't think anyone is surprised. After Zheng took the first set at 6-1 it became obvious that you are only as good as your latest match rankings be damned. There is no room for a bad day in a tournament of this caliber and they all have reason to chin up. The hours of expertise cultivated to prepare for Wimbledon indicate that we are watching the best in the world.
As for the rest of us. If you live in a town with a wall or public court there is no good reason not to grab a racket the appropriate balls, and a partner. Our town has a tennis club who meet each weekend. I left them alone last year, but they wont get out of playing me this year. See you Saturday Sunset Park players. Lucky for you I've yet to warm up this year, trust me we'll all be better off with my hope to "take it easy". As I remember it takes some time for my mind to recognize what my body is able to do.

The picture above is my latest racket, you may call him 'Wilson'. If you see him on the court consider yourself in love.

Mentally Will

Here are some words and images that I intend to blend, dears. There must be a mission statement in my brain here somewhere. It's subject to change much like most everything.

A woman reinventing a personal lively blog which is an expression without reservation intended to be found. These are merely impressions of my perceptions complete or not, and I invite you to simply consider them for yourself.

By the way, it's a beautiful summer afternoon where I live. There are white topped Mountains in the far reaches of my eyes. And the yard is a most wavy shade of green. It's three o'clock and all is well.