While riding around in my time machine, I decided to head back to the old west to find Dr. Emmett Brown. I had a question that I had been trying to figure out for years and it was driving me crazy. It took me a few days after I got there but I finally found the wild haired ole crazy kook. Doc! I said, how many pounds of beans to I need to eat to get me and my roller skates up to 88 mph?
View from the past
Sliders Sunday HSS
It's two pounds by the way. If you eat three pounds you just go POW! Right to the Moon Alice! and quite frankly that would be a different show and cause a paradox in the space time continuum.
(Also, that building is waist high. It is one of the scale model trains at the Joshua Tree Southern Railroad Museum)
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Saturday, March 22, 2014
If you ever cage up a Little Monster, make sure their feet can't stick out through the bottom of the cage. Otherwise, all they do is lift the cage and go where they want.
If you wondering, yes, I threw him in the pool. No, he doesn't float.
Cliche Saturday HCS
Saturday, March 15, 2014
After much crying, mud slinging, rock throwing and crying out for Mommy (yes, all that was from me) I finally got Flyboy Fred back from that mean little kid. Now I can throw him in to the old dirty grocery bag with all the other forgotten about toys and chuck him to the back of the closet where he belongs!
View from a helicopter
Our Daily Topic: Inside
Monday, March 10, 2014
I don't know why I hadn't posted this yet. From the piano to the vase to the door that says Room Upstairs, this was one of my favorite shots of that day. I blame the cat.
View having a seat but brush the dust off first.
Sunday, March 9, 2014
With the early morning sun glinting off the cockpit windshield, Flyboy Fred strapped himself in to the seat of his fine little helicopter, placed his sunglasses on his face and gave a sideways glance over to me. I nodded and quietly asked, You ready? He slowly bobbed his head up and down in the affirmative and that was when I reached out and grabbed his helicopter and chucked him through the air. Over the fence he flew like a grand old Eagle flipping head over tails.
Everything was fine until the words, OH COOL, wafted over from the other side of the fence. Hopping up and down to see who uttered those words and why, I saw a little kid holding my helicopter in his dirty, grimy, little hands. I hollered to the boy to give me back my toy, He gave me the finger instead, said something about my mother and ran off. Quickly I pulled myself over the fence and landed with all the grace of the last Dodo face first in the dirt. I brushed myself off and gave pursuit! Two hours later and about 100 feet into the desert I caught up with the little monster and ... Well, that's when he beat me up and kept my toy helicopter.
Obviously, I'm never going to tell THIS story to anybody.
View plotting how to get your toys back from little kids
Our Daily Challenge: Reflections
Sliders Sunday: HSS
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Keys ... Check
Pirate Skull Eye Patch ... Check
Blood Stain on wooden chest ... Check
Alright then, it has only taken me a year to find these. They were well hidden. Stuffed in a little open box on the computer table within arms reach of where I sit every day. Finally, I am able to go on a real adventure to find the Treasure that I don't remember what it is or where I buried it.
I really hope I didn't bury it in the cat box again.
View with your Pirate Swords hanging from your side and saying, Aye Matey, every ten minutes.
Our Daily Challenge: Treasure
Comp Corner: Under Lock And Key
Cliche Saturday: HCS
Sunday, March 2, 2014
And as soon as they use a crane to lift this off the track that ends in 100 feet, both directions and load it on to some big ole truck and drive it down a narrow dirt road and out of the hills of Joshua Tree, it's your.
View saying to yourself, I can't believe he wrote me a check for a Million Dollars using a Crayon.
Sliders Sunday HSS
Saturday, March 1, 2014
I think R2D2 is stalking me. Everywhere I go, I find him two steps behind me. Last week I found him under my bed. He said it was for " Security " reasons but I don't know. I am very uncomfortable. The way he beeps at me has me worried for my own safety. Then, this morning I was cleaning his room and I found this Selfie of him Googling me on his phone. Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope.
View looking under your bed for R2D2
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Flickr Friday: #MyFavoriteMovieScene (You remember it your way, I'll remember it mine) :)