I’m throwing in the final four map cartoons from 2000, because I think the seamless conversation within is interesting. It’s like a comic book page. The astute might recognize the joke in the second strip as one I used again just last week, in a different context. I don’t do such things deliberately, but after 30 years, it happens. Speaking of that, it is hard to believe I drew the above 15 years ago.
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A re-post from FB, sorry those who get a double dose.
Just call me Mother Nature. I’ve been trying to figure out how the outside kitty dish keeps getting so yucky. I’d been blaming the boys (Prince and Silver Tiger) getting territorial, but the other day, it finally clicked. This morning I had confirmation. I leave for work while the sun is still hitting the snooze button, and I could only make out a sturdy silhouette and the barest glimmer of silver in the dark. I said hi to Tiger, and went to fill the kibble bowl. He ran, not unusual, and when I called him back, I suddenly realized I was talking to Ricky Racoon, and not Tiger. I didn’t fill the dish, and Ricky wasn’t happy he was denied a second breakfast. What concerns me most is HE CAME WHEN I CALLED. Now I wonder how many times I’ve leaned down to give this stupid racoon a scritch on the ears as I rush out off to work.
Mark, Even with birth and death dates, it’s rough going. I will dig out the information later; I could use a fresh set of synapses looking at this.
“I wonder how many times I’ve leaned down to give this stupid racoon a scritch on the ears as I rush out off to work.”
The answer may be never, because the raccoon would likely have bitten you. Is your rabies shot up to date? Do they even have rabies vaccinations? Just got my required [/ volunteering at the hospital] flu shot Friday, and had a tetanus shot along w/ antibiotics after a bite in Sep.
Peace, emb
required flu shot [/ vol…]
Thanks, Mindy. And don’t pet the raccoon. I took the trash out a few nights ago and what I took for a cat on our side porch wasn’t. It was a full-grown opossum. So glad I turned on the extra lights outside. We didn’t threaten each other, just stared a few seconds. Then I put the bag in the cart and went back inside through the front door while Mr. or (Ms.) opossum stayed put.
I’m sure I haven’t; however, it is quite strange to see a wild animal come trotting up to you when called.
It was probably the call of the food. Raccoons are smart animals and are trainable.
Here’s something to amuse the folks who are interested in language and its variations. http://www.alphadictionary.com/articles/southernese.html
And just for laughs: http://www.alphadictionary.com/fun/headlines.html
Several weeks ago some media folks got excited by a large astroid passing “near” the earth. I looked it up and saw that it was missing us by several million miles. Big whoop! They haven’t been upset by a much closer, larger-than-average rock:
It’s newly discovered this year, 2015 TB145, it’s 470 m across, and on October 31 it’ll pass 1.3 LD away… where 1 LD = 384,401 km, the distance between Earth and the Moon. So, it’ll miss us by a mere 310,000 miles.
Debbe 😉 You’re a blonde, right? (No, that’s not a blonde joke.) But have I ever asked what color your eyes are?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UfmkgQRmmeE
Good morning all. I caught up on posts and fell asleep before I could say hello. Having a great time with my friends who are not exactly party animals, we ended up having a pizza party last night after my first choice of a boker-redneck-cowboy bar and grill put off some of the more conservative ones. Even the native Texas ones.
How about a Brown Eyed Handsome Man?
Someone please do the YouTube link for Chuck Berry, Keith Richard’s and Robert Cray doing this song? Love it.
Good morning Villagers….
Indy Mindy, your story reminded me of that commercial where a woman lets in a racoon thinking its her cat…I think its about eye wear or something.
Like today’s real time strip, I love it. Maybe they should run that commercial back to back, then I’ll write it down 🙂
GR 😉 what a lovely song, and yes Christina can belt out a tune. I’ve bookmarked it, I know my husband will love it too. Love the T-shirt too 🙂
And…regarding eye color….hazel, sometimes blue, sometimes green, my hair color in younger days was a natural reddish blonde, with natural curls….Ian carries the same traits. He let his hair grow long a couple of times, just right above his shoulders with natural waves. We would call him, after the song, “Sister Golden Hair. Even my co-worker asked the other day if Ian still had his long hair. I told him no, and laughed that most women would kill to have hair like Ian’s, and he agreed. He asked if I had the same color….I wear my long hair up in a bun, and told him at one time yes, but alas, the grey is coming through now. And it’s Ian’s fault 🙂
Busted butt yesterday at work, cranked up the packer to 65 (usually it’s on 44.5) and it took three of us to keep it running, one packed, one stayed at the packer picking up dirty, broken eggs and keeping the belt clean, and the other stayed out in the hen house watching for egg blocks….got out of there at 1ish, but wrote down 2ish. We felt we deserved it, considering the pay wage.
Jean, thanks for helping me out there. And yes, I remember the sand people from Star Wars, so now it makes sense to me. They were creepy too. Isn’t there another installment coming up in the Star Wars series?
Mark, Jerry was having problems with putting a pic link up on his computer. Now we have Jerry missing….I thought that maybe you could walk him through it.
Gotta go…..It’s Monday
ya’ll have a blessed day.
GR 😉 let’s play pretend..ers……you can’t go wrong with this one 🙂
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=15WH9cUvIq4
There’s a $50 word there…axiom
http://cheezburger.com/8572638976
Oh, and GR 😉 I had to look up your $50 word ‘pejorative’ 🙂 Learn something here everyday, don’t ya know…..
Debbe, Jerry was trying to post to some photo website, like Flickr, I guess. I have never used one of those so I doubt I could do anything for him. Better he gets sandcastler ™, who has used them before.
Brown Eyed girl/men: Grateful that my Brown Eyed Redhead settled for a blue-eyed, crew-cut, redhead nerd. Ran across a relevant q. this morning; will be back if I find it. Peace, emb
It was right where I looked first, in the Quotes[wisdom] file:
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Murdoch, Iris, novelist and philosopher (Dublin, 15 July 1919-8 Feb. 1999, Oxfordshire). “Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.” Wr.A. 110715
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I was amazed at my luck; maybe wife-to-be was, too. Her dad, whom I grew to love, wasn’t. Her mother thought I would leave her / she was no immaculate housekeeper.
You are not supposed to notice the missing parallel phrase in the above short paragraph just above.
Peace, emb
Debbe, in our house we’ve had conversations that go rather like this: “Do you remember the commercial where the people do this thing, then that thing?” “Yeah, I love that one! Don’t remember what it’s for, but it’s a great ad!”
Something I read here in the last day or so reminded me of this song. I forget now what that was, but I’m posting the link because it’s a funny song. 🙂
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aGfgIQfpbWI
My Dad’s somewhat curly black hair was passed down to me as somewhat wavy black hair. In recent years I’ve worn it short enough to disguise its tendency to wave, but thanks to The Period of Time Formally Known as The Past Two Weeks From Hell™ that’s not exactly the case right now. (At least it didn’t “wave” goodbye. Full heads of hair until the end of life are the norm among my male relatives.)
My pneumatic and pulchritudinous hair stylist tells me my hair grows faster than that of anyone she has ever seen, so one item on my calendar this week is to book an appointment with her before my hair gets much longer. And also before the cooler weather unfavorably impacts the skimpiness of her work attire. 😉
Yes, Jean dear, thank goodness for “one more last chances”. 🙂
This is funny, I have pictured you all this time as blonde Ghost. Please don’t tell me you’re a brown eyed man too. Let’s get back to that kilt all the women here wanted to gift to you.
Do you also have a mustache and beard neatly trimmed? Just asking for the rest of the females here.
Jean, that was funny and I had forgotten that Vince Gill song, remembered the one George Jones did about lawn mower. I was trying to tell someone last week, “You know, that song where the wife hides the car keys and he goes off to the bar on the tractor or lawnmower.”
Had never seen the video, this was early in Vinces career.
Blonde? Really? No, Anonie, black, or more accurately now, salt-and-pepper. (The “salt” began arriving prematurely but has propagated rather slowly.)
Eyes are green, with flecks of gold. I’m not sure how many women would kill for my hair, but a number have said they would for my eyelashes. My mustache and non-pointed goatee are kept neatly groomed, of course. Have taken the kilt idea under advisement.
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