So, my Steam Ship crashed and burst into flames ruining my perfectly good dinner of Beans and Weiners. Luckily I had this Magnificent Victorian balloon (oddly enough, shaped like Mickey Mouse) to escape in. Just wish I had grabbed my Beans and Weiners before hand. Why are you snickering? Stop it. Anyway, the smoke is filling the blue sky and it's getting hard to breath. I hope the wind picks up and blows me away from all this. In the meantime, anyone have a ciggy?
View on black or I'll crash my balloon into your house
Our Daily Challenge: Blue
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
The Magnificent Balloon
Monday, December 26, 2011
The Engine
What adventure could begin without an engine? The Commandant found this old steam engine at the back of the ancient flying machine. Unfortunatly, he saw a spider next to it and ran off. Luckily his engineer is aboard. He'll send her down to fix the machine ... and of course kill the spider. Ick.
View on black or get blasted with steam!
Our Daily Challenge: No Really ... You Shouldn't Have ... But I'm Glad You Did. :)
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This is one of the Six Vinylmation Characters in the Steam Park Limited Edition Set. Yes I'm 5. Yes, I love it. :)
Friday, December 23, 2011
I Have Santa's Head
Stop Already. Santa is magical. I didn't kill him, I just took his head. Don't worry, it will go back on. Trust me. Anyway, I'm pretty sure this does NOT help me get off the naughty list this year so if you all buy me presents I will put his head back on him and he can go on his merry way to delivering YOUR gifts.
I suggest you stop staring and get busy shopping, there's only TWO days left till Christmas.
View on Black but make it snappy! You have my gifts to get still.
Our Daily Challenge: Steal Santa's Head. Huh? Thats not the challenge? The challenge was "Busy"? Well, I'm too busy to change it now so it will have to stay.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Be Honest, You Know It's Really A Sippy Cup
For years, Pirates had a horrible time waking up after a long night of pilfering. They would fill up their mugs with coffee and rum (well, mostly rum) and spill it all over the poop deck before they could even get a drop down their gullets. (I may be 45 but I still snicker at "poop deck"). Unable to drink coffee, they were tired and useless. One day, a captain by the name of Kangaroo came up with a brillaint idea. Snatching his young sons sippy cup, he filled it with coffee and gave it to his Fifth mate. (He accidentally killed his first through fourth mate the night before). The Fifth mate looking down at the sippy cup cried "Aye, I'm not drinking from no dang childs sippy cup!", so the captain killed him. As the fifth mate fell to the ground with sippy cup in hand, not one drop of coffee spilt. He renamed it "traveller mug" and passed them around the next morning. Not one Pirate would drink from it, calling it a sippy cup. The captain killed them all!
And this is why we have traveller mugs today and no pirates.
View on Black or I will send Captain Kangaroo to your house
Our Daily Topic: Transportation
Little Green Men Part 5: They Have Bad Gas
Finding the The Little Green Man hanging from my Peach Tree, I assumed he was dead. Turns out, thats just how they sleep cause their ship is cramped for space. I asked him what he was gonna do next and he pointed to the sky and said, E.T. go home. (Please don't sue me Spielberg). I drove him back to his space craft and he stood there, staring up at it. I asked what was wrong. He looked down, kicked a rock and told me they couldn't leave. When I asked why, he told me they had bad gas and crashed here. No problem, I told him, I could fix this easy. So I sent him to his ship, fixed the problem, banged on the side and told them they were ready for lift off.
As I look up into the sky and watch there Rocket just float there in space, drifting, I realize that maybe drilling holes in there ship for ventilation wasn't the best of ideas.
View on black or I will send you to space in a well ventilated rocket
Our Daily Challenge: Transportation
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Little Green Men Part 4: It Will Leave You Hanging
Waking up with the worlds worst hangover, the Little Green Man woke up, belched, smelled his arm pit and put on the same clothes he had on the night before. Feeling shamed for finding out what mass producing yourself cheaply and selling yourself all over the world did NOT mean taking over the world, the Little Green Man walked over to the door, pulled a thread out of my carpet and left with his head hung low. I found him two hours later hanging from a Peach tree. I checked for a pulse and found none. I decided to leave him there to scare away the birds who keep eating my peaches before I could pick them. As I turned to leave, I swear I saw one of his three eyes blink.
View on black or I'll send the birds over to eat your peaches.
Our Daily Challenge: Rope
Little Green Men Part 3: The Truth Is Out There
I know the Little Green Man said they came in peace but I was still not convinced. Something in his center eye was shifty. Partying all night long, I kept giving him Duff beer. As soon as he was finished with one, I made sure he had another. I figured getting him drunk, I would at last find out for sure what his plans were. Smashed and looking more like a Weeble Wobble in an earthquake, I asked him what his plans were. With all three eyes looking in different directions and barely able to stand, he told me the truth. They planned on mass producing themselves cheaply and were going to sell themselves all over the world at high prices. I stared at him blankly for a minute confused and finally said to him, "soooooo, are you taking over the world or are you just hookers"? He stared up, each eye blinking seperatly and said, "oh @#$%", threw up on my floor and face planted, passed out. All I could think of was, when did he eat oatmeal and man, that was gonna leave a stain on the tile.
View on black or you can clean up the mess
Our Daily Challenge: Stain
Little Green Men Part 2: They Came In Peace
After picking up the alien hithhiking on the side of the road, we drove back to my place and I asked him what he wanted from us. He told me they came in peace and were just looking for a new Vacation Home. I looked at him with an untrusting eye and he said Really, we come in Peace, let's shake on it. So he raised his tiny little arm towards me and we shook on it. Then he raised all three eyes upto me and said, "Lets Party Dude!" Who am I to deny a Little Green Man, so we did.
View on black. Nothing bad will happen if you don't. Really. Let's shake on it.
Our Daily Challenge: Arms
Little Green Men Part 1: Encounters Of The First Kind
Driving along in my automobile, I glanced at my side mirror. My jaw dropped as I saw this Little Green Man hitchhiking on the side of the road. I pulled over and asked him where he was going and he said, "Take me to your leader". I told him he was in luck, that I WAS my leader. (He really wasn't specific and technically I AM my own leader). He hopped in and we drove back to my place.
View on black. This is an alien invasion after all.
Our Daily Challenge: Through The Looking Glass
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Defining Defects
It may be ugly to some but it is cool to me. Every spot and scratch tells a story like the time I sternly yelled at it for blinding me with the reflection of the sun as I was parking or when I refused to clean it for a year because I saw it decided to be a home for a spider. Most of the paint has come off and it lost that vibrant red luster it once had but it has a new beauty to it that can't be denied.
View on Black you old fart!
Our Daily Challenge: Hollow
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Um, Surprise!
Um, Surprise!
We plan and plot for hours or even days to find that perfect gift to surprise our loved ones at Christmas. What to get, how to get it and where to hide it for the big surprise come the morning of December 25th. We finally come up with a perfect plan for the perfect surprise when what to our wondering eye should appear, SURPISE!, just not quite the way we planned it.
It was a warm winter morning in December when a brilliant idea came to me. Having just moved in together, our furnishings were bare. I called up a friend and told him what I had planned for a Christmas gift for my happy little family and asked for his help. Thinking it would be a wonderful surprise, he was more than happy to oblige. He drove over to my place to pick me up in his Jeep Wrangler and we headed off to the store.
On the way, we debated whether or not everything would fit in his Jeep. Suggesting we could make two trips if it didn't, we continued, content there would be no problems.
At the store, we headed off to the electronics section and there they were, displayed proudly, hundreds of screen all glowing with the same images. With each glorious display I visited, the T.V.'s got bigger and grandeur and my friend got more nervous about it fitting into his Jeep. I assured him it would fit and continued on. My eyes fell upon the last display, a massive 36" Sony Trinitron with surround sound, a DVD player and a DirecTV box. My eyes glazed over, this was the 90's, it was go big or go home. A salesman approached me as I wiped the drool from the side of my mouth and my friend leaned in to me from behind and whispered that I should try and see if they would lower the price if I purchased everything.
The salesman started in on his speech and I quickly cut him off with the wave of my hand, "I'll take it all!" I exclaimed as my friend groaned behind me. The salesman, afraid I may change my mind, frantically wrote up the ticket and had me in front of a register to pay within 30 seconds. He informed us where we could pick up the purchase and gave us the pick up ticket.
In the parking lot on the way to his Jeep, we debated again whether everything would fit. We both agreed it was going to take two trips and drove the Jeep over to the pick-up area. As we got out of the Jeep, a store employee came out with two massive carts, one had a huge box that must have been close to five feet wide, and asked if they were for us. No, I say to him, we got the 36" T.V. Laughing, he tells us that's what is in the huge box. My friend and I look at each other and I know exactly what he is thinking, it's not going to fit, period.
"It'll fit" I say determined. I give him the 'what if we' speech and he grudgingly agrees it might work. Off come the doors, the roof, the gas can, the spare tire and yes, the back seat. The salesman, no longer laughing with us but at us, knows exactly what I'm going to ask next and nicely suggest we put what turns out to be, most of my friends Jeep right inside the door of the pick-up area and he will watch it for us. We manage to fit the T.V. into the Jeep but nothing else. We head off to his place to hide the T.V. in his garage until Christmas Eve. Three trips later and the day exhausted, everything is in his garage and his Jeep is reassembled.
Cleaner I might add.
The gifts all wrapped and hidden safely, Christmas Eve finally arrives. My friend and his other half come over and we have a wonderful dinner. Afterwards, as per plan, I state we need more beer and ask my friend to come with me to the store. I use the excuse to borrow the Chevy Blazer because I'm out of gas. Off to his house we sped.
With the two of us straining to pick up the huge T.V. we fit it into the Blazer with a ¼ of an inch to spare on either side, being mindful not to rip the wrapping paper. Everything else sits on my no longer smiling friend in the passenger seat.
Back at my place, I enter the front door and grab the cats. With everything we are bringing in, the front door is going to be left open so I lock the cats in the bedroom. They hate it. We head out the door to start bringing in the gifts and I can hear someone yelling after me, "where is the beer?" I yell back," there is plenty at the back of the fridge, look behind the vegetables!" Thirty minutes later, everything is in and you can no longer see the Christmas tree behind all the massive boxes all wrapped pretty. I could see the wonder in the eyes I love and I think to myself, this was a lot of work but tomorrow morning, the look of surprise on that cute little face will be worth it.
Everyone settles down, and I head down the hallway to let the cats out. I get the bedroom door open just a crack when the door is flung from my hands as two furry blurs go tearing past me, pieces of carpet flying up behind them. I tear off down the hall after the terrible two, knowing whatever they are going to do, will not be good. Just inches behind them, we fly out to the living room passed the startled guests, they leap over the coffee table and head straight for the massive boxes all wrapped pretty. Stuck on the wrong side of the coffee table that I can't leap over, all I could do was watch in horror as both cats in unison reached up to the biggest massive box all wrapped pretty and with one swipe, rip the wrapping paper. That's all they did, one swipe and there the massive box all wrapped pretty stood with a big gash in the paper, framing the word Sony, practically blinking like a neon sign from Vegas.
A quiet hush fell across the room. I stood there, horrified that all my work for the big Christmas surprise just got flushed down the toilet. I threw out my arms as if revealing the word in Wheel of Fortune and in my best Vanna White impersonation, said to the still stunned crowd, "Um, surprise".
View on Black or I will "surprise" you
Our Daily Challenge: Silver and Gold
The Wild Reindeer Of Sunny California (A Christmas Story)
The Wild Reindeer Of Sunny California
In the middle of the cotton and polyester blend field of snow stood the majestic wild reindeer of sunny California, unmoving, its fur thick and black as night, its eyes unblinking. I slowly crept up to the beast striving not to startle it. I reached out softly and stroked its back gently as I whispered into its ear. It seemed to calm it for it sat down, momentarily relaxing. It reached up with its hind leg and vigorously scratched its ear, ridding it of whatever unwanted thing or creature was in there. The little gold bells on its grandiose antlers jingled as it scratched, distracting the wild reindeer momentarily. Jingle Jingle Jingle. Its eyes wide, it searched the horizon for the mysterious sound. In the distance, on the edge of the field near the square caves of white, it spotted another of its kind lying down, facing it with a pursuant look. It stared back.
It was strange seeing another of its kind, being as rare as they are, but against all odds there it was across the field at the edge of the world. It glanced away from the new arrival to scout other areas for just a moment. Seeing nothing else, it turned back, the new arrival seemed minutely closer. It cocked its head slightly to the left wondering was it really closer, when the mysterious jingling came back. Jingle Jingle Jingle. Madly, it looked around for the source of the sound. Not able to locate the sound he turned back to the new arrival. It was closer, almost half the distance it was before. It was still lying down, facing it, its eyes staring unwaveringly.
Its eyes glared at the new arrival as it dropped its own body down to the ground in quick motion. Jingle Jingle Jingle. Frantically, its head swinging in all directions, the sound getting louder and stronger, it searched to no avail for that horrible sound. It turned its attention back to the new arrival, it was gone. With a quick jerk to the left it saw nothing. Jingle Jingle Jingle. A quick jerk to the right, it was too late, all he could see was black fur flying at his face at supersonic speed.
The new arrival attacked from the right, flying through the air like a bad walnut chucked out of a hole in a tree by a really mad squirrel. It could feel the front legs of its attacker wrap around the back of its head, teeth bared, biting into its antlers. Jingle Jingle Jingle. The sound drove the wild reindeer insane, he fought back. Bringing its hind legs in and under the new arrival, it pushed with all its might and flung the brute over its head and onto its back. Jingle Jingle Jingle. Its mind foaming from the horrible sound, it leapt and attacked back. A swipe with its hoof connected directly to its attackers antlers. Jingle Jingle Jingle. The wild reindeer's ears pricked up, the sound, the maddening sound, it was the new arrivals antlers. With a new ferocity it attacked, with its site on stopping the horrible sound.
Arms entangled, legs flaying, bodies rolling as one, they fought, each going for the majestic antlers of the others. They rolled and fought across the great field, crashing and bumping. Jingle Jingle Jingle. I dove out of the way, escaping being crushed, or worse yet, scratched. They crashed into the square caves of white so strong it created a great avalanche. Little bits of antlers flew from the big ball of fur rolling across the field. Jingle jingle jingle. I could not believe my eyes. I stared in wonder, watching in awe as these great and rare creatures…
Suddenly and unexpectedly, I was dragged out of my hypnotic state as I watched the majestic creatures do battle. The earth shook and the heavens above opened up as a big booming voice emanated,
"Oh good gawd, take those damn antlers off the cats before they kill themselves!"
View on Black or I'll put Antlers on you too!
Our Daily Challenge: Red White and Blue
It's Alive! ... but it ain't a worm
With the rain, everything is wet around here. So with camera in hand, I ventured outside to find some unsuspecting snail or worm in a puddle. I found a cool worm and took a bunch of shots. Yes, I know thats not a worm. I ran back in, went to the computer and started processing my shot of the worm. I know, it's not a photo of a worm you are looking at, hang onto your horses there. I got the photo processed just right, logged onto Flickr, selected the shot of the worm and went to hit upload. Thank you for pointing out thats not a worm again, I know. Anyway, something was wrong with the photo, so I went back and looked at it again but closer. Stupid thing wasn't worm. It was some long skinny plant twig or leaf or something. So I went outside stepped on the fake worm and found this ugly sucker to shoot.
View on Black or I'll step on you
Our Daily Challenge: It's Alive
Monday, December 5, 2011
A Child's View
Little Marvin and his (drunk) Goat decided to go on a hike through the hills. Little Marvin brought his frisbee (yes, I know it's a boomerang but he don't) to play some catch. Little Marvin threw his frisbee (again, I know it's not a frisbee) into the air and it soared high and wide before circling back. Little Marvin was glad his Frisbee (Get over it) came back because his (Drunk) Goat just sat there and went poop.
View on black or I'll send the (Drunk) goat to YOUR house
Our Daily Challenge: A (warped) Child's View
It's CHRISTMAS!
When I was a child, every Christmas morning my two younger sisters and I would wake up in the middle of the night. It was the same every year. I would wake up and tip toe to the door to peek out, then make a quick u-turn in to my sisters' room. They would be awake already, both sitting on one or the others bed, giggling quietly to themselves. I would speed across the room and leap onto the bed bouncing them both to the ground. We would sit there quietly laughing, asking each for the millionth time, "Do you think they're up yet?" Eventually our minds would wonder to what lay down the hall and to the left, under the huge Christmas tree that we knew was lit so Santa could find it easily. It was now 2:00am
As we softly guessed about the great gifts Santa might have brought, my middle sister's eyes would grow wide, not with wonder, but with the realization she was about to be sick. She'd jump off the bed, one hand holding her nightgown above her knees so she could run and the other hand slapped tightly across her mouth, she'd fly off to the bathroom with her robe flapping in the wind behind her. My youngest sister and I, abandoned on the bed, would look at each other first in shock, then in realization. IT'S CHRISTMAS! It was now 2:30am
Our parents, having gone through this ritual for years, dragged themselves out of bed at hearing the commotion. Mom went to the bathroom to calm my middle sister down and Dad went to the bedroom where my other sister and I were dancing on the bed caroling, IT'S CHRISTMAS! They'd calm the three of us down and tuck us back in to bed with promises that Christmas would soon be here. It was now 3:00 am.
It wasn't long before I was back up and around the corner to my sisters' room again where we quietly giggled and asked each other, "Do you think they're up yet?" for the billionth time. Our parents hearing the commotion and looking more like zombies then elves would drag themselves out of bed, come in to the room and announce that yes, Santa had been here. We would run out and sit in our perspective spots by the tree and its mounds of gifts while mom and dad would find spots in the back to sit and watch. It was now 4:00am.
With the gift giving done and a good breakfast ate, the three of us would sit in the middle of the carnage we created and start a day long play fest while Mom laid on the couch snoring and Dad slept on the recliner with his head tilted back and a little stream of drool sneaking out of the corner of his mouth. It was 6:00am.
For a long time, I had forgotten about those wonderful if not weird Christmas mornings until one year I was reminded of them in a not so subtle way.
It was Christmas Eve and we were tired from visiting all the relatives from both sides of the family all day. We arrived home weary and ready for bed. I turned on the lights to the tree so Santa could find it easily in the dark, then headed for bed.
I was awakened by the sound of rustling coming from the living room, a quiet, hushed rustling but enough to wake me. I began to toss and turn. A muffled sound escaped the pillow next to me, "what's the matter?" I reply with my suspicions that the cats are playing among the gifts under the tree. I'm told not to worry about it and go back to sleep. It's now 2:00 am.
I'm again awakened a short time later by a hacking sound. I roll out of bed and grab my robe. The pillow next to me mumbles again, "What's wrong now?" I reply with my suspicions of a cat having a hairball under the tree. I stumble into the living room and find the hacking cat. I calm him down and drag him and his brother to the foot of the bed and lay them down. It's now 2:30am.
A half hour later, I feel the cats restless at the end of the bed. I hear them jump down to the floor, knowing there headed back out to the tree. Tiny rustling keeps me up, I toss and turn. It's now 3:00am.
Finally, without warning, all sounds cease. I relax and begin the search for the slumber I long for.
CHOO-CHOO!!!
We both fly out of the bed holding are chest as the extremely loud train sound came crashing in from the living room. Somehow, the cats found the tiny little "on" button to the train that encircled the tree. I threw down the covers I dragged with me when I jumped up in my terror, put on my robe, and exclaimed, "Get up, It's Christmas gawd dammit!" It's now 4:00 am.
We dragged ourselves out to the living room looking more like zombies than elves and found the cats sitting in front of the tree watching the train go around in circles.
We opened our presents and the cats played in the carnage of wrapping paper and empty boxes while we ate our breakfast of frozen waffles. As I sat myself down in the armchair I heard a muffled sound come from the couch, "I'm beat" followed soon by the sound rolling thunder. It was the last thing I heard as I felt my lids become heavy and shut. It was 6:00am.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
An Ancient Temple In The Middle Of A Rainforest
So I had to do a photo walk shot. Fine. I went to the local rainforest, hiked for days, got lost, found this temple, took a shot of it, got stepped on by some kid with Mickey Ears on his head, bought an ice cream cone, dropped my ice cream cone, said some bad words, got glared at by Mickey Ears's Mom, hiked out, went home, loaded picture, now your reading it.
View on Black or I'll send some Pirana after you
Our Daily Challenge: A Photo Walk Shot
Friday, December 2, 2011
A Typical Photo Walk Day
November 23. A Wendseday
12:45am (technically it's thursday morning at this point) Get off work
1:15am Get home, go to bed
November 24. A Thursday
5:30am Wake up after four hours asleep.
5:31am Cry
6:00am Leave to Mother -in-Laws house
6:05am Spouse asks if I want to stop somewhere on way to take photos. I grunt, coffee.
6:15am Stop for coffee
6:40am Spouse asks again if I want to stop to take photos. I grunt, more coffee
6:45am Stop for more coffee
7:00am I hear Photos? from beside me. My spouse hears Coffee? from me
7:15am Stop for coffee yet again.
7:16am While in the parking lot of Star Bucks, spouse asks if I want to stop to take photos. I get of car, take two steps, take a photo of this sign in a pond, get back in car, say done, burn tongue on hot coffee.
8:30am Arrive at destination. Mother-in-Law (who knows I have had no sleeps) asks if I want to go to spare room to nap. I grunt.
8:40am Get up to go pee
8:50am Get up to go pee
9:00am Get up to go pee
9:15am Get up to go pee
9:30am Get up
9:30am to 5 pm have a great time, a great meal and lots of coffee.
8:00pm Arrive home, go to bed
8:05pm Can't sleep
11:00pm I think I fell asleep
November 25 A Friday
2:00am Wake up after 3 hours of sleep to go to work
2:01am Cry
View on black or I'll smack you with the sign
Our Daily Topic: A Photo Walk Shot
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Just Like The Leaves
So Shall my hair fall.
View on black and some one get me some glue to put my hair back please
Our Daily Challenge: The End
The Cold Christmas Candle Holder
The Christmas candle holder hung from the fence patiently, waiting. It has been four years since he was gently placed here and left. On cold winter nights, a candle was placed inside, it's flame, warm and inviting.
Not THIS year Buddy! There is a big ole spider in you and I ain't touching you with a ten foot pole!
View on black or I'll tell the spider where you live
Our Daily Challenge: Fence (and it's coming down in January ... or atleast the rest of it is, some has come down already)
The End Of A Bird Day
With a stretch and a yawn, Jose sits in his perch at the end of a long day at work. With a cigar in one hand and a glass of Tequila in the other, he runs through the song for tomorrows show.
In ... the ... tiki tiki tiki tiki room,
In the tiki tiki tiki tiki room.
(Disney is magic, whenever a Disney character is photographed smoking or drinking, the drink and cigarette magically dissappear which is why you don't see them in this photo)
View on black. You are looking up at the "end" of a bird and I would suggest wearing goggles, closing your mouth or get out of the way
Our Daily Topic: The End
Monday, November 28, 2011
I Am ...
A Figment of your imagination.
View on Black. I may be a figment, but I DID have a big mexican meal
Our Daily Challenge: I am ...
Robot Butler With Tude
I went out and hired me a Robot Butler. He sat on my couch all day eating bon bons and watching Jerry Springer. When I told him the windows were dirty, he replied, I don't do windows. Fine I said, laundry needs to be done. Don't do laundry either he says. Atleast vaccum the carpet. Nope he snaps. Dishes? Nope. Take out the trash? Nope. Pick up? Nope nope nope. What do you do??? I holler. I cleaned out your refrigerator earlier, he says.
He did too. I have no food left.
View on black then come over and clean my house while the robot and I sit on the couch eating bon bons and watch Jerry Springer.
Our Daily Challenge: Begins With R
She's A Brick ... Houuuuse
She's mighty mighty, Lettin it all hang out. She's a brick, Houuuuse ...yeah yeah, thanks, it will take weeks to get this song out of my head now.
View on black or I'll knock the song out of your head with a brick.
Our Daily Challenge: Bricks
Sunday, November 27, 2011
What Bridal Gown Would Be Complete Without An Ax
When she says take out the trash, I suggest you take out the trash. Wash her car while your out there too.
View on black or sleep with one eye open
HSS
Friday, November 25, 2011
I Love Mornings, They Just Don't Love Me Back
Now that I think about it, I may have belched instead of yawned. Not sure.
View on black or it's definitly a belch
Our Daily Topic: Favorite Part Of The Day
Thursday, November 24, 2011
The Trusting Turkey
A long time ago on a special day, war broke out. Color and Joy were over taken by the cold and dreary Grays. Color and Joy knew something had to be done but what, they did not know. Far on the horizon, a hero awoke from a loud and horrendous roar emanating from his nose. Thus began the final battle of the Color and Joys against the Grays on that day of Good N Plenty.
The only color came as rays of warm sun flowed around the wooden slats and rippled across the bed to form a pool of pure comfort in a drab and colorless morning. In the pool the hairy heathen lie, blissfully enjoying his quiet as I floated across the green grass of carpet to be by his side. I hovered over my flea laden co-conspirator of past as his eyes slowly opened to reveal two trusting windows reflecting my own soul. Without words, we each knew it was time to breath new color into the steel gray life that hung around the morning air. With a nod from each of us, I slid off to the edge of my kingdom to take a peek across the vast desert of my journey to the metal dragons den. I spied three of the enemy Grays, sitting, staring at a box of light between me and my destination, their king lying motionless beside them. With a glance back to my hairy heathen friend, I let him know with an evil grin of my imminent return, then headed out.
Ghost like, I slid through the enemy, eyes down, passing each unnoticed. I made it across the lifeless landscape to the place that held the metal dragon called Amana easily but I feared the return would not be as kind. Numerous doors leading to nowhere confused my mind as I searched for my treasure fruitlessly. Perplexed, I sat and thought. My eyes drifted over to Amana, sleeping now but soon would be awake. My eyes grew brighter as my sight fell upon its glass belly. There in the depths of its bowels, the treasure I sought. With feet of air I crept to the metal dragon and delicately pried the beasts belly open to retrieve my prize, the Container of Joy, bruised black and blue and worn down from years of use.
With treasure in hand there was but one task left before my stealthy return, slay the metal dragon. I reached to my side and unsheathed my rusty wrench, silently crawling across the back of the dragon to the one spot that would kill it. I slowly raised my rusty wrench above my head then thrust down with all my strength, connecting to the one spot that would extinguish the fires from hell. With a quick, precise turn, the dragon laid lifeless, unable to harm anyone again.
Treasure secured and dragon dead, I prepared myself for the journey back to my domain where my hairy heathen friend waited. I shimmied across the bottoms of huge eight foot cliffs and hid in the shadows of soft plushy rocks. Across the desert I flew for what seemed like weeks but was mere seconds of my life lost to the trek.
Upon my arrival, my hairy heathen friend smiled. I saw in his face the trust I needed to win the war against the Grays. I lifted my friend into the air and carefully placed him into the Container of Joy. Time was of importance, the King of Grays was soon to be at the den of the metal dragon Amana. I hoisted the container with my friend inside and journeyed back to Amana's den.
With my friend inside, I placed the Container of Joy into the metal dragon's stomach. With one last look, I checked to see if he was alright and his expression back told me all was well, then I sealed him closed inside the belly of the metal dragon.
Quickly and effortlessly, I donned my disguise; lips turned down, back hunched and bags under my eyes and hid among the Grays. Their King moaned, rustled and rolled over, awake. He stood, scratched his humongous butt and cackled if there was any mud water. I pointed towards Amana's Den and declared the dragon might have some hidden in its belly. With one last scratch and a blast of air, he was off. I could hear him search the numerous doors leading to nowhere, then silence. A yelp of surprise, followed by four lettered words flew from Amana's Den. The Grays flew up to see what the matter was with their king, I followed. The king sat on a tiny throne across from Amana, its belly gaping open. My hairy heathen friend was sitting on the surprised king's lap, smiling, inappropriately licking himself. Soon, the Grays caught onto what had happened. Their mouths started to turn up, their eyes lighting up. Color and Joy soon began to spread, filling Amana's den then spreading across the great desert, filling the world with smiles and laughter.
True story about four roomates who couldn't be with their families on Thanksgiving. And yes, I had cat that would let me put him in a turkey pan. His name was Orkin.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Even If It's For The Birds, I'm Thankful To Have A Place To Live
More people are homeless today then yesterday. When do we get to stop saying that.
Instead of viewing on black, sometime this week do something for someone in need
Our Daily Challenge: I'm Thankful For...
The Little Gargoyle Left Behind
The little gargoyle sat in the corner of the negleted garden. He waited, up all night, for Sherilyn (JustaMonster) to come and play. When she finally came out, bleary eyed and with bed head, she stumbled past him. Psst, Sherilyn, he said. She glanced down out him, her eyes opening wide. Wanna play tag, he asked. She screamed in a high pitched girly voice shattering windows for miles around. With her hair standing straight up on her head she ran in circles, hands waving above her head. AAAHHHHHHH, she said as she spotted the front door and made a bee line for it.
She probably should of opened it before attempting to go in for she hit it and with a thud sprawled on the ground, out cold.
View on black or be negleted on the corner of the garden.
Our Daily Challenge: Abandoned
And check out JustaMonsters photos, they're pretty cool
www.flickr.com/photos/dollymonster/
It's the least I could do after having her knocked out cold. :)
The Magic Mixer
Don't ask. Yes it's mine, I said don't ask.
View on black or I will hang it on your wall just before your in-laws come over for Thanksgiving Dinner
Our Daily Challenge: Sign
The Nutcracker Has A Bad Day
I took this shot right after I whispered in his here, "are you aware your fly has been open all day?"
View on black. I'd check your fly all day long if you don't
Our Daily Challenge: Multicolor (I think I got most of them in here)
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Do You Know How Hard It Is To Steal A Towel From This Place?
Packing to go home, I turned to my other half and said, go get me a towel, I want a souvinier. With my spouse sitting on the bulging over packed suitcase I snapped the lock. As we exited the room into the hallway, this spook appeared out of nowhere. Security, it said floating in front of me, give back the towel. I screamed and ran. With the Ghost Security hot on my tail and underwear flying out of my suitcase that broke open, I flew to the elevator. I pushed the down button repeatedly in a panic. The doors closed, the elevator dropped, I screamed and the ghost security appeared again. He grabbed my stolen towel, snapped me in the butt and said, Thank you, hope you had a great stay.
I did.
View on black or get snapped in the butt by a Towel carrying Security Ghost
HSS
Friday, November 18, 2011
The Flying Saucers Are Coming, The Flying Saucers Are Coming!
On a rare trip to Disneyland today (stop rolling your eyes) I saw this UFO come down out of the happiest sky on earth and land smack dab in the middle of Disneyland! (stop rolling your eyes). By the time I got home, Men In Black (actually, they had light blue shirts and dark blue golfing pants on and wing tip shoes) were waiting at my door for me. (stop rolling your eyes). I said, Men In Black, what you want from me?! They said, we would like you to stop going to disneyland everyday and running around tomorrowland waving your hands in the air screaming in that high pitched voice of yours about aliens are coming.
How rude! My voice is NOT high pitched! (stop rolling your eyes)
View on black or I will send the aliens after you.
Our Daily Challenge: Fake
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