Anything is possible with the right attitude, a sledge hammer and a roll of duck tape...
The photo is breathtaking. Gorgeous colors, beautifully framed. I wish we had that kind of wonderful here...fucking desert. I'm stealing it. and sorry about the deleted comments. apparently, it's a special needs day.
Jnuts, the pictures you've posted in the past of the desert in the spring are as breathtaking. I got a few good shots out of all the ones I took on my trip last winter. The Islands were nice and the weather was wonderful.N, thanks...I just needed a moment of serenity.
Gorgeous image... I would have commented on immigration and the US but the comments ran away from the post so I let it be!
Displaced, sorry about that...I still would love to read your thoughts. How about posting them here on a more peaceful post?
Can I just press the "like" button!
Margie, I think you've been on Facebook too long! LOL
Nice, don't have flowers like that here, or turtles. I find it odd that we don't have turtles here. On the bright side we also don't have any poisonous snakes.
The year we lived in Arizona we had lots of rattle snakes, I enjoyed beating the shit out of them with a tire iron. :-)
BBC: The rattlesnakes and I thank you for your departure.
Jnuts, I think I know the perfect present for Billy (BBC).
@ Mr. Nuts.... You'd want me on your side in a fight, I'm not going to be afraid of snakes, or much of anything else, the result of being raised a country boy in a rough and tumble mining/logging area where you had to learn to fight to keep a place in the picking order. Not that I've ever liked fighting, but I can. :-)Serenity…… the feeling you have after beating the shit out of some deserving son of a bitch. The year we were there a little boy damn near died of a snake bite.
And I've never had a woman complain when I was protecting her.
Oh hell, this isn't a nice planet, at my age I'd just as soon pull out a gun and shoot the son of a bitch. Like I tell others, never show up at a gun fight with just a knife.
I'd had a few face offs in camp grounds when others thought they could mess with my piece and serinety, but it's kind of hard to argue with me when I have a gun in my hand.
You might try seeing it from my point of view, out here on the far west end of the country there are folks that think they can do any damn thing they like. Not in my campground, you’re not having a big booze party with loud music blasting all over the area. Out there in the boondocks where there is no other help I’m the law and things are going to be peaceful. Get as drunk as you like, but keep it quite.
Billy, I'm sure your neighbors are grateful to have someone who can keep the peace the old fashioned way.
Mildred: Is this snark Wednesday?Billy Bob, put your penis back in your pants and tone down the macho posturing. There is not going to be any kind of pissing contest here. Especially on an entry that was meant to celebrate peace and serenity. Mildred has enough troubles taking care of troublesome patients who refuse their meds. She doesn't need the likes of us giving her a reason to shut down the ward.Mildred,I'm sorry for starting what ended up being an essay on snakes, beatings, gunfights, peace and pecking order.BB: I apologize if my comment offended your sensibilities. I'll be sure to stay out of your campsite (if you stay out of mine).Oh, and, Mildred: Seems you've done it again, you talented chain yanker, you. Just like the old days, Eh. I bow to your skill. For some reason I have happy pants right now and feel alive. ALIVE, I tell ya.
Jnuts, a little snarking is good for the soul. I think this ocassion calls for a round of drinks. What's your poison?
well, normally, whiskey. but it's rude to do so in front of someone who can't drink the hard stuff...maybe I'll have a shot of Ensure.and yes, snark is good for soul. i've kept my snark packed away for too long. (I may be lying.)
Any time I'm not welcome here just let me know, and I wasn't trying to come across as macho, just factual. Spirit likes peace in his camps, but look at the planet we are on, so Sheriff Billy keeps the peace.@ Mr. Balls.... Hey, you'd enjoy sharing a campfire with me, I'm good entertainment, and I love to learn about the journeys of others. :-)
In my mind of of my comments were in line with Tarts post about serinety. :-)
Billy, all creatures large and small are welcome here, but remember fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.
Jnuts, let's make some Ensure shooters...2 parts Ensure, one part vodka. That ought to go well with my liver disease. I'm thinking of a fitting name.
I love it!
fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.Never converted any virgins, never had any use for them either. :-)And like it or not, fighting is the only we keep some peace at times, it's always been that way on this rock. Some folks will move from an area if it gets disruptive but spirit enforces the peace around his space. "I was here first, you can't bring your party to this campground." Only an idiot would argue with a Ruger that spits out 11 slugs as fast as I can pull the trigger. Billy wasn't being snarky, Billy wuz just being Billy. :-(My favorite true love story of all time is The Bridge Across Forever, by Richard Bach, even his wife that wouldn't hurt a fly got into guns after they were burglarized. Ensure shooters? Are you two really that old? How old are you?
Has the time come for me to call Mr. Nuts Mr. Walnuts???
Billy, there's 2 things you never ask a lady especially a lady who is a saucy tart and that's her age and to pay for dinner.
Well, women that won't state their age are not to be trusted. I don't mind stating that I'm 68 and showing some wear, I've been down a lot of roads and not all of them were paved. But I have a lot of experiences and memories. I won't question your statement that you are a lady, but are you a racy lady? There's ladies and there are bores. :-)
Helen is a first class lady, just ask anyone, but she loves risque jokes and stories, and if I'm bitching a lot about a woman she'll say something like, "Just go home and play with your cock."Yup, Helen is all right....
Billy, it's time to vacate the sandbox. Medication is given precisely at 8am. Please wash your hands beforehand and remember there'll be no pushing or talking while you're in line.
Good night, sweet dreams.
Billy, you're a war baby. I'm a baby boomer. and mildred is younger than I am.You can call me anything you want...but in the words of a musical hero of mine:...I can call you Betty. You can call me Al.the Ensure reference was a joke. although, mildred, I think we may be on to something. Healty Cocktails for geezers.it's already turning out to be one of those days.hurry up with the damned meds before I take a shit on the floor. god damned marvel of modern science, indeed.
*healthy. god dammit.
How about a little Thorazine to start the day?
ah, sweet release, you are a goddess, mildred.