“Why is Cloud 9 so amazing? What is wrong with Cloud 8?”
Mitch Hedberg (American Comedian, 1968-2005)
TIME: 6:49 PM
PLACE: Around town
SUBJECT: The sky
On the way to pick up Chinese for supper - it’s too hot to cook – I spied these odd things in the sky. I think they are called clouds. They might even be bringing some rain…*fingers crossed*
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edited to add: They did..we got rain!
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Holy Crow–Clouds! (189/366)
Friday, July 6, 2012
Dried Flowers (188/366)
“When the well is dry, they know the worth of water”
Benjamin Franklin (American Statesman, Scientist, Philosopher, Printer, Writer and Inventor. 1706-1790)
TIME: 7:52 PM
PLACE: Front yard
SUBJECT: Clover – dried out from the heat
Another scorcher today – it got up to 106 for our 9th day of over 100 degree heat. But they are predicting thunderstorms (maybe) tomorrow night. It will be too late for these guys though.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Underneath the Puff (187/366)
Wish upon a dandelion because wishing on stars are so overrated.
- Unknown
TIME: 8:05 PM
PLACE: Front yard
SUBJECT: Dandelion gone to seed
I wanted to take a different perspective of the dandelion puff so I laid down on the ground and took a photo from underneath. It kind of looks like fireworks. I think I also caught a spider by the stem on the bottom left too – Happy Belated Independence Day!
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Tracks (186/366)
“Life is like a roller coaster, and I'm about to throw up.”
Unknown
TIME: 6:50 PM
PLACE: Six Flags – St. Louis
SUBJECT: American Thunder roller coaster tracks
It was hot – 105 degrees.
The water park was stupidly crowded.
The ride area? Not bad at all. Waits were minimal to none.
The kids came home exhausted. Me too.
It’s gonna be a long day at work tomorrow.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Photographs (185/366)
“Objects in pictures should so be arranged as by their very position to tell their own story.”
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe 1749-1832, German Poet, Dramatist, Novelist
TIME: 11:40 PM
PLACE: Dining room
SUBJECT: Photograph albums and scanner
The HH procured his mother’s photograph albums and I am in the process of scanning all of the photos. There is a rather odd photo of HH as a young lad holding a dead groundhog by the legs. In fact, there are two – observe:
Yes…I married into this family…what was I thinking?
Monday, July 2, 2012
He’s So Dreamy (184/366)
Marge: Why do you want Bart? He's not much of a singer.
Smash: Marge, it's not the singing that brings in the Sacagaweas. Bart's a rebel. That's what I need for my new band -- the Party Posse. [produces a contract. Homer goes to sign it, but Marge stops him]
Marge: Now, hold on; I have some concerns.
Bart: Please, Mom. My dream is to be a rock star.
Homer: And my dream is to get rid of Bart.
Marge: But ...
Homer: How many lives must you ruin?
Marge: [indignant] Oh, okay. [signs the contract]
The Simpsons, “New Kids on the Blecch"
TIME: 7:51 PM
PLACE: Kitchen
SUBJECT: One Direction
I had to pick up a new cooler at Target for this coming Wednesday (we’re going to Six Flags). DQ and SD came along. DQ asked me if I would buy a magazine for her – I said yes, not knowing it was going to cost me $9.99!!! It is from the editors of US - “100 Cutest Guys” with “8 Huge Posters Inside” Here’s the reason she wanted it – Niall Horan (the blonde at the top).
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Queen Anne’s Lace (183/366)
“Her body is not so white as
anemone petals nor so smooth--nor
so remote a thing. It is a field
of the wild carrot taking
the field by force”
Queen Anne’s Lace, William Carlos Williams (1883-1963)
TIME: 7:19 PM
PLACE: Country Road
SUBJECT: Flowers
It was another day of extremely hot temperatures. I stayed inside and cleared out my pantry of old-outdated food – two big green garbage bags full! HH worked some overtime this afternoon. When he got off work and cleaned up, the family went out to dinner…it was too hot to cook (and I had thrown away all the food – ha!). On the way home I noted how the Queen Anne’s Lace was all in bloom and seeming to love this hot spell. He obliged me by stopping the car so I could take a photo.