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Your Father Might Be a Redneck If…

…he does stuff like this.

My Mom sent me the above photo by e-mail this morning with no explanation. My first thought was, “What is it?” (NOTE: that’s a censored sentiment. This is a family blog, so I won’t type what I really thought. I was having a crappy morning.)

My Mom didn’t reply to my query, so I showed Hubby. He said it’s my Dad’s take on the Topsy-Turvy Tomato Planter that is advertised on TV.

It appears to be working. I mean, look closely and you’ll see the tomato plant is thriving. And it is still early in June. If he’d planted that plant in the ground, it would probably be dead.

But it’s hanging on their front porch. In an old 5-gallon bucket. It looks a bit rednecky, if you ask me. I guess I am just not as environmentally conscious as Dad. After all, he’s making use of something (the old, 5-gallon bucket) that would otherwise get tossed in the trash.

This is one of my favorite pictures of my Dad. It’s a couple of years old. That’s CeCe on the lower left. She’s no longer with us. This was taken at the WV place one weekend that Dad came up to help.

Speaking of West Virginia, if we’d saved the drywall buckets that were left over from that project, we could have had our own tomato FARM.

That’s Hubby pictured above with some of the buckets we had left.

So, is my Dad a redneck? Or environmentally responsible?

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No Idea What This Means…

…but it sure is colorful.

And definitely fun.

Maybe it is just art for art’s sake. Click on the image for a better view.

If you dare. Or care.

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Elvis the Pelvis Pretty in Pink

Here’s some more Eureka Springs art.

Notice I’m in the picture, too?

I typically hate the way I look in pictures. Especially since I always look fat.

But I’ve come to the conclusion that I am fat. This is what I look like. So why not showcase me?

I’m not morbidly obese or anything. Just way more plump than I ever thought I’d be. I am shrinking slowly though. Mainly because I am making a concerted effort to eat less and exercise more. It’s simple. In theory anyway.

It is much easier being fat and unhappy than working to lose weight. That laziness is what brought me to my present girth. I’m trying to change that.

I guess we’ll see what happens. Acknowledging that you have a problem is one of the first steps to correcting said problem, right?

Speaking of problems… I’ve been at a loss recently for things to Blog about. Can you tell?

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St. Caffeina

Click here for a larger ganderThis image was on a wall adjacent to a parking lot in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, a quirky little town where we spent all of about two hours during our Oklahoma-Arkansas motorcycle tour. To me, the town felt like a cross between old town Ellicott City, Maryland and Deadwood, South Dakota. Except there was art everywhere. Lots of eclectic shops, too, which we did not even bother to peruse since I had all of about 4 square inches of extra space in my backpack.

I’m no art aficionado. But if there’s any art I like, it is art with a sense of humor.

Look closely at the words surrounding St. Caffeina’s halo and you’ll see that it reads “double grand mocha no whip.” (HINT: click on the image and you’ll get a closer look.)

It struck me as funny for some reason. Not “ha-ha” funny, mind you. Just interesting.

I’d love to have the talent to do something like this.

It would have been fun to spend more time in Eureka Springs, but we still had miles to go before we slept. So back on the bike we climbed…

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Age-Appropriate Clothing

One of the blogs I check regularly had a post today, which I just had to share.

I’ll give you the link in a sec. But first, you need to know it was one of the comments to said post–to which I heartily shouted, “Amen!”–that really made me want to share this with you.

So, after you click on the link to the post, which is provided below, be sure to scroll down and read comment #1.1 from Mister Hand.

Here’s the link to the post at PassiveAggressiveNotes.com…

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The Proper Authorities

By now, most of you know I work from my house. The company I work for is based outside of Philadelphia, in a not-so-remote area. Actually, the area is heavily populated, although it is not very far from Valley Forge.

I am often amused by the offbeat, but well-meaning e-mails the company’s facilities folks send to all employees. These typically include reports of found items, lost items, cautionary tales of the icy, grassy hills on the property, etc. I used to wish they’d limit the communiques to employees in that building. Then I realized I would miss the occasional bits of entertainment these e-mails provide.

Today’s communication was particularly amusing…

To All:
 
By now many of you have heard or seen the wild turkey hen that is hanging around the property and is becoming a nuisance. The hen has been seen on cars and it has also been reported that she can get aggressive.
 
I contacted animal control about this bird and the only advice they can offer is to be sure that no one is feeding the bird and to give the bird a little free space.
 
So we are asking you not to feed the bird and give her a little leeway when entering the building. Facilities will do our best to see that she stays away from the cars and hopefully she will get frustrated and leave the property on her own.
 
If there are any further instances of the hen getting aggressive please report them to me so that I can pass the information on to the proper authorities.

I can just picture a group of big, burly facilities guys patrolling the parking lot chasing after the poor turkey hen, doing their best to frustrate her. While fellow employees cower in their cars for fear of being attacked by this crazed bird.

I wonder what authorities they would call?

If only someone at the home office had a camera…

You know I would be doing my best to get some pics of the crazy hen.