Friday, September 7, 2012

Let's Hit the Road

Thought for the day:  You don't need a parachute to skydive, but you do need one to skydive TWICE.

Hey! Looks like our pal Chopsticks is enjoying another road trip. Ready to join him? If we hurry, maybe we can see what's making him grin like that. Oh yeah, it's gotta be those signs. You know... the funny ones that have a way of losing (or gaining) a little something in the translation.

[Again, a sincere thank you to the friendly webmasters at engrish.com for granting me permission to share their images with you.]









 Need a little bit of traveling music to enhance the experience? Here ya go. Have some Willie
.

                                                 Okay, ready? Tap your toes, and away we go...

















I hope y'all found something in this batch to make you smile. Me? Before I head for that bitch festival, I think I'll grab a quick lunch of pimple soup, chicken ass, and lousy beef ... with a side order of fresh herpes.

                                                                Or not.

                               Until next time, take care of yourselves. And each other.




Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Where the Wild Things Hide

Thought for the day:  You can't experience the mountaintop unless you're willing to climb the mountain.
It's still a little too hot around here to do any mountain climbing, but we did go to the Blue Heron Nature Preserve this past Sunday. The newspaper article described it as a very quiet, reflective, and peaceful place. Plus it touted the area as a habitat for deer, beavers, otters, minks, wild turkeys, quail, woodpeckers, and of course, blue herons. (Oh, my!)

I mean, wouldn't you have wanted to visit such a place?

So I grabbed some bottles of water and insect repellent, (AKA finishing sauce) and off we went.





We were greeted by this cute little guy, who stood right at the first trail we took into the woods. Let's just call him Recycle Man.

Other than ol' Recycle Man, we didn't run into anybody else. Ours was the only vehicle in the parking lot, too, which pretty much assured us from the get-go of finding that peace and quiet mentioned in the newspaper article. We meandered all through the area, followed every trail, and looked around here, there, and everywhere for some signs of wildlife. We came across a community garden and an apiary, but not a single critter. Not one. Didn't even see any tracks. I reckon it was too bloody hot for them. They probably went to the mountains for the weekend.


Alas, the only blue heron we saw was on this weather vane atop a pavilion.













We had a grand time, even though it was a little hot around the edges, but my better half was the closest thing to wild life I encountered at the preserve. Let's just call him Smarticus.

We heard lots of birds. We gazed at Nancy Creek for a while, but didn't even see any signs of life there. No fish, no snakes, no beavers, no turtles. If there were any wild things at that preserve, they were all in hiding. (Except for us, of course.)

Talking about the absence of turtles made us think about Chattahoochee Nature Center, and how the last time we were there, we saw so many turtles, they were literally stacked four and five high all along a log. Really! Darnedest thing we ever saw.

So we decided to go to there to continue our walk.


We no sooner got inside the Nature Center and paid our entrance fee than the skies opened for about a five-minute downpour. You know, just enough to turn that little hot around the edges into an

                                                           absolute SAUNA.
                              Really. I'm talking steamy, people. (Didn't do a thing for our dos...)




Until the rain stopped, we wandered around inside and checked out the exhibits. HEY! Finally saw my heron!












How'd you like to encounter a snapping turtle this big in the wild? (He was about two feet long.) Impressive critter, but I was just as happy that the taxidermist found him before I did. And yes, of course, I touched him. After all, the sign does say please.






 When we went out into the sauna to hit the trails, we did see a couple of impressive bald eagles, and several kinds of hawks and owls. But they were in humongous cages. The pictures I took of them were pretty lousy, so you'll just have to take my word for it that they were there. We looked all over the beaver habitat, but nuttin, honey. Oh, well. Either they were hiding, or they were away for the weekend, too.

                                                                But what we did see is

                                                                  BUTTERFLIES!!!







Beautiful, beautiful butterflies.












All kinds of butterflies. Big ones, little ones, brightly colored ones, dark ones, and even ones with stripes. But for the most part, they were very busy flitting around, and didn't want to sit still long enough for me to grab many pictures.








                                    But, I could've shot a full-length movie of the bumblebees.
     



       
       Recognize these plants?













Here's a closer shot. Does that help? It's a pitcher plant. They're carnivorous. That lid snaps shut once an insect is lured inside. Pretty cool, huh?










After a while, it seemed as though the trees were trying to tell us something. Like maybe it was time to go?


And so, we danced on outta there, and headed for the air-conditioned hacienda and something cold to drink.


                                      How about you? Enjoy any wild life over the weekend?

                                    Until next time, take care of yourselves. And each other.

Monday, September 3, 2012

Last Gasp of Summer

Thought for the day:  Sometimes it's important to work for that pot of gold. But other times it's essential to take time off and to make sure that your most important decision in the day simply consists of choosing which color to slide down on the rainbow.  [Douglas Pagels]

No telling what kind of pot you might find at the end of that rainbow, but if you drink enough water, you'll be plenty happy to find the kind in that picture.


In the meantime, let's enjoy the slide, shall we? Especially today.

Labor Day. A day to relax, and let things slide.

If work were such a wonderful thing, surely the rich would have kept it all to themselves.  [Lane Kirkland]



According to the calendar, summer doesn't officially end for another three weeks, but for all intense purposes, most of us consider Labor Day weekend to be our last hurrah. Our last desperate effort to squeeze in another round of fun in the sun. You can be as active ... or inactive... as you'd like.

There's lots of things you could do today. But whatever it is, I hope you take a little time to ...




escape from the usual grind.









                           
                                                You could take a nice relaxing bubble bath,




take a nap in the great outdoors,








                                                          or enjoy a good ol' barbecue.






    Don't forget the watermelon!












You could spend the day at the beach,









                                                               or lying in the grass.

You can run, drive, golf, swim, fish, sightsee, or just curl up with a good book. Do whatever the heck it is you want to do today. But don't forget...



summer will be over ... and the chairs will be empty... before ya know it.









And so, I raise a cup o' kindness to you, (You can fill it with whatever you'd like)


and wish you all a wonderful Labor Day.














At the end of this day, I hope you can look back on it and say... It was truly golden.

                   Until next time, take care of yourselves. And each other.

** Images courtesy of morguefile seniorark and perfectlytimedphotos