So I thought you'd all love to see the pictures I took of a mother grizzly bear and her cubs in Yellowstone a few years ago. The only problem was at the time I was so excited to see the bears, I didn't realize I was standing inbetween the mom and two of her three cubs.... that's when the pictures begin to blur because that's when Karen's on the move!
(This is when Momma Bear spots me.... Karen, the other white meat)
A happy ending for all! I got my wonderful pictures, had my adventure of being way too close to a bear and her cubs, and oh yes.... I got to keep my legs!
No animals were hurt in the process of obtaining these pictures.
There is no special date to be aware of our plight. No significant time to start caring. No greater urgency than the peril of the planet. Help...anyway you can, in every way you can. Stand for something, do better, be better. Give an hour of time, for every year you've lived, to help the environment. Treat your children and the world's children, to clean air, pure water and glaciers to cool them in the heat. Start today.
I don't usually post without a picture, and I wouldn't be now except my computer tech help (Miss Alex) is out of town and won't be home until late this afternoon. I am having one of those meltdown days... the kind you think is on the Slip 'n' Slide when you first get up and the newpaper is mangled on the porch and you step in the cat's food, etc. And then it gets worse.
I am sooooo far behind on projects, posting for the blog, everything. And, what's the saying? "The faster I go, the behinder I get"... Anyway, I just wanted to say that I will revisit "Red Fez Friday" later tonite, if all goes as planned (ha! Plan? What's a plan?) and with a little luck (ha! Luck? What's luck got to do with anything?) I will have something interesting or at least funny for you to see the next time you use some of your time to check my blog. And, I DO appreciate that you come to 'visit'.
Now I'm off to see what "...fresh new Hell" awaits me. Marshmallows, anyone?
Here’s an interesting ‘game’ that Charmaine, from High Desert Diva has passed along. Answer the questions on your blog, and let’s see what you have to say…
What if I could meet someone in the art world to chat with?
* That’s a really difficult one to narrow down to a small handful. I can think of loads of interesting artisans. Off the top of my head, Maplethorpe (I’d like to know what made him tick), Munch (I saw The Scream, and it’s much more compelling in person), Litchenstein (comic-book at first glance, dynamic story in dots) and Rembrandt (seeing the pigments in paintings this old and the depth of the colors is just mind-boggling). I’d love to have a little talk with all of them, and more.
What if I could have one wish granted for the benefit of all mankind?
* Guess the obvious answer to me would be to immediately stop global warming.
What if I could travel anywhere in the world?
* Well, anyone who knows me, already knows this answer; France. I would love to see France someday. Not just Paris, but all of it. Top to bottom.
What if I could live in a period other than the present, for 24 hours?
* I would like to see dinosaurs roaming the earth and stay away from them when they were hungry.
What if I could makeover three areas of my body?
* Wouldn’t that be swell. Since the car wreck 2 ½ years ago, my idea of what’s important about bodies has changed a lot. Before the accident, I would have liked smaller hips, a bigger bustline and to be taller. Now, since pain matters, I’d love a new neck, no more excruciating headaches…so I guess a new head (I probably needed one of those before the wreck anyway) and arthritis-free shoulders.
What if I could become an animal for 24 hours?
* I’d love for animals to get a chance to outlaw fishing, hunting, etc. So, if I could be an animal for 24 hours, I’d organize an uprising.
What if I could bring someone back to life for 24 hours?
*I’d like to bring back Nicole Brown Simpson, and let her say a few things to O.J. I’d provide the axe.
Well, I've threatened since I started this blog back in September, to do this.... I've decided to officially sanction random Fridays, "Red Fez Friday" and it will be up to you to figure out what (if anything) it all means. (Why I'm hearing Dionne Warwick singing, "Alfie" should some how explain everything).
This will probably be the most fun I have every week, so try to enjoy it all with me, now won't you? I will take this space in your day, on random Fridays, to announce a give away, remind you Mother's Day is fast approaching, or other earth- shaking, life altering fact. I will get tired (read: BORED) with this eventually, so until then please read the disclaimer and I'll have my attorney, Mr. Slimey, draw up any needed contracts...
DISCLAIMER:Random facts and figures contained in this weekly insert are strictly the figment of the A`Musing imagination of the author who claims all rights to it's lack of intellectual property. Viewer disgretion is advised.
Since some of you adventurous types have asked me to share some of my things in pictures, I've decided to randomly (since I HATE schedules...) show photos of collections. I think I'll call it "Collective Madness" and it will always be little groupings of ephemera, or other pieces of wonderment that 'called to me' and got a ride home... Hope this will serve to satisfy your curiosity about my closets and move you to show us some of your own little lovelies.
I beginning this foray into collecting mania, by showing a little stash of bisque pieces that I am wild for. The only criteria I had when I stumbled upon any of these was "bisque" and I don't know why I love bisque so much. My daughter hates it (a tactile turn-off and the sound when you touch it makes her skin crawl) so she will inherit and promptly smash (probably) all my little treasured bisque. But I love the starkness of it, although some had originally been lightly painted, and the detail of the work. The fact that the person charged with cleaning the seams and smoothing the lines of each piece, as it came from the mold in the factory has left an imprint on it, impresses me.... there's always so much to see, if you really look.
Since each piece was under $20, I figure (or figurine, in this case) they are a cheap thrill, and if there were ever a fire, God forbid, I would be devestated to no longer be able to look at them. Their value, you see lies in the fact that they make me smile. And that is what a collection should be; a joy. I hope they make you smile too.
In the sixteenth century France, the start of the new year was observed on April first. It was celebrated with parties and dancing...good times had by all. Then in 1562, Pope Gregory introduced a new calendar from the Christian world, and the new year fell on January first.
When not all of the people heard about the change of party dates, they continued to celebrate April first. Others (more hip and 'in the know') using the new calendar adjustment, played tricks on them and called them, "April Fools." They sent them on "fool's errands" trying to make them believe things that were actually pranks.
In France today, April first is called, "Poisson d' Avril." French children play tricks on friends, taping paper fish to their backs and yelling, "Poisson d' Avril!" or "April Fish!" when their joke is discovered.
"The first of April is the day we remember what we are the other 364 days of the year." Mark Twain