Word for the day...

Waiting

Ummmm.....

Really?

Saturday Night Serve Out

OK ... make that Sunday.

Here are several things I have found on the 'nets that I have enjoyed. My guess is that you have seen them too, so enjoy them again.


MOVE from Rick Mereki on Vimeo.


LEARN from Rick Mereki on Vimeo.


EAT from Rick Mereki on Vimeo.

Here's a page with a little more about these movies.

And Edith Zimmerman's classic response to them.

I also saw this one:


Gulp. The world's largest stop-motion animation shot on a Nokia N8. from Nokia HD on Vimeo.

Be sure to click through to the Vimeo page and check out the "Making of..." link on the Gulp video. Just go ahead and click here for that video. (Come to find out, that's a human in that boat!!)

Finally, I have long commented on my "Fat and Lazy" theory, which is, fat people can afford to be lazy. To that point, you can go to "Help Your Heart" and buy the lunch special for $7.99 AND feel like you are ready for supper around 4:00 pm. Head over to the Golden Arches, grab a value meal for $4.99 and you are good until 6:00, at least. See, you can afford to be lazy because you do not have to work as hard to pay for all that food.

Come to find out, my theory now has some published proof to back it up.

If you will excuse me, I am off to super size!

Farmer Rob

Finally - the long awaited day has arrived.

If you have been following along at home, you have seen me post about my "garden" here and here. And, you will have surmised that we must be getting close to actually delivering the product we have been counting on. (Well, some of you have that natural farmer instinct. Others of you didn't have a clue as to how long it would take to grow tomatoes either.)

Actually, we have had several nearly ripe to completely ripe tomatoes, but the birds apparently noticed before I did. I was going to make a snarky Facebook/Twitter comment refering to the need to now be paid a visit by an organization that specializes in giving people who do malicious things to animals a hard time. (That and going naked to somehow make you think of animals, although I still am not sure how those are connected.) Given my dad's corpo-stalking experience, I decided that even mentioning the name of this organization in jest might bring down their wrath upon me and so I passed. Point being, the birds ate my tomatoes, so I had to carefully watch to rush out and grab them not a moment too soon.

Tonight, we picked a couple more, to add to the previous ones we had and the result was...

The tomatoes, not the children.

We washed them and cut them up into tiny pieces. The bigger ones are a small variety anyway since they were ones suggested for growing in pots, but they still made a couple of good bite-sized slices. The little ones were perfect for the kids.

Everyone tried some of them and I thought they were delicious. I ate some plain and then in honor of my Grandmother Anderson, who in my faint recollection put salt on plain tomatoes and ate them, I did the same.

I am thinking now about ways to plow up the entire yard, although that might be a bit hasty.

Flowers and Fruit

I have been trying to keep up with watering during this spell of 105+ degrees days in hopes that I will be able to eat something from my "vegetable garden." We are looking good so far...

There are about 6-8 little tomatoes and 4-5 on the larger plant. Keep you fingers crossed.

Also noticed that some seeds Luke had planted last year finally grew enough to produce a flower, as evidenced here:

I think he had forgotten about them or at least given them up for gone, so he was pretty excited.

Now if we could just get some rain that doesn't come out of the end of a hose.

Now, what was it that caused that fire?

Monday evening, after I completed an orientation session I do on Tech's campus, I stepped out of the building I was in to find a woman looking off to the east with visible concern.

She removed the cigarette she was smoking out of her mouth, nodded toward a column of smoke, and said, "Something's burning over there."

She took another drag, flicked ashes into a flower bed and then proceeded to lament how dry it was and that really, it took next to nothing to ignite a fire like that.

I agreed, and then went on my way.

Of course, this afternoon I also noticed the AJ article (find it here) blaming yesterday's fire--which destroyed a vacant house--on ... a cigarette someone had dropped in the yard.

The irony did not escape me.

Not Go to the Zoo

Our family has a long history of not returning to various locations or trying different activities after some traumatic event.

For instance, after being tossed over board during a raft trip in Guatemala, I do not think my dad has been back in the water since. Ever.

And after tossing my sister and I into the river at Pedernales Falls and almost missing us as we floated/were swept downstream, I am fairly confident he has never returned to that state park. In fact, he gets a little twitchy anytime we are near a river, but that just may be coincidence.

So, for his viewing pleasure, I will now take zoos off the list of places for him to visit.

Found originally on Jason Boyett's Dadequate site.