Mmmm...it's still warm outside. Who wants a nice frostberry pie?
There's nothing like the smell of a bakery, is there?
This is a beautiful scene and it would be great to be there any time of the year...especially when there's snow on the ground. Imagine sledding down that hill!
If you don't drink enough water, this picture of an ant clinging to a drop of water should remind you that he knows we all need that H2O!
Pumpkin spice time! Pumpkin spice time!
Teachers call this the Judy Clock. It's what was used for decades to teach children to tell time. But I'll tell you a story. Recently at my annual physical, I had to take a cognitive ability test (required for all Medicarees.) One of the questions was to take the pen, draw a clock face on a the paper, and show the hands to be at ten til four...and I had to stop and THINK about it for half a mo. We're all getting used to digital readouts, and these old analog devices are passé.
There has never been a season this horrible for the Baltimore Orioles, but they continue to do interesting things on the field anyway. This Tuesday 9/18, they will host National Federation of the Blind Night. The Federation has been based in Baltimore for 40 years, and the Birds will mark that occasion by having the O R I O L E S and player names spelled out in braille on the jerseys.
It's a 1969 Pontiac GTO Judge! Back then, cars could be named for animals or racetracks or constellations. This fast Pontiac was named for an old vaudeville bit revived in 1968 by baggy pants comedian Shorty Long, a song called "Here Comes The Judge." It was on Laugh-In and everything. The judge would hold a trial and then hit the guilty party over the head with an inflated pig bladder. There went the judge.
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