Best. School bus. Ever.
I saw this in the middle of the night and I thought “ooooh yeah, this is sweeeeeet. JET BUS!” Love it like a redneck should.
Interesting weather reports from Russia, Pakistan
Apparently, the insanely above average temperatures in Russia and the heavy rains in Pakistan might be directly related. Huh. Imagine that.
Requiem for a Laptop
We spent so much time together, lying in bed and surfing the Internet, editing photos and filling my life with dreams and aspirations. You always showed me exactly what I needed to see, helped me find my voice as I typed furiously into the wee hours of the night.
But then one morning, you went to sleep and you didn’t wake back up.
I don’t understand what happened. I keep pushing your buttons but you won’t do anything. You just lie there, cold and dead, staring back at me without any light and I feel like I’m going to cry.
“Come back, come back,” I say again and again as I try, without any luck, to bring you back. “Please come back.”
Alas, all is lost now, the cause is lost. This is why I use Google Docs.
Norman Rockwell models meet up
Here’s an awesome piece from the NY Times: people who acted as models for Norman Rockwell met up in Vermont.
I find these sorts of stories extremely interesting.
Lobster in his pants
I can only imagine what the 911 call about a man who was spearfishing in lobster sounded like, especially when the Florida Marine and Wildlife guys came upon this man with two lobster tails in his pants.
My Dad sent this to me, and I thought “this definitely fits into a pants stuffing trifecta.” However, we’re holding out until the end of the week to see what else happens to be stuffed into some pants.
Previous posts involving things in pants: McDonald’s sandwiches and a hammer.
Jell-O keyboard and mouse joke
Oh yes, I could see this happening to someone I know and love one day after they get back from vacation. So long as I don’t go overboard with it.
Literary Pickup Lines
You have no idea how much fun it was to read this list of 25 literary pickup lines. I think I might have to try on this one:
Hey, baby, the sun is not the only thing that also rises.
No, not really. That’s just sad.
Brings a whole new meaning to “hammer pants”
This is one fantastic: a pregnant woman in La Crosse, Wisc., woman tried to rob a taco fast-food joint with a hammer. During the attempted “armed robbery,” the woman got a hammer she brought along as a weapon stuck in her pants and THEN RAN FROM THE STORE losing her pink slippers in the process. Police caught up with her a few blocks later.
Her reason for trying to rob the restaurant: drug money.
Sad indeed, but my Dad and I have come up with a much more amusing scenario: the next woman we read about will likely have dropped her pants in an attempt to distract customers and employees while pulling money from the register. We can only hope that is happening somewhere in this big bad world of ours right now.
E.B. visits Huntsville, meets the rabbit
E.B. and Ray Ray take a break from hating one another to pose for a picture
E.B. has, for the most part, proved himself over these last months to be a faithful companion. He still has accidents inside the house, still goes over to the neighbor’s house to play.
He wasn’t so bad during the week I was gone on vacation either. But what he loves the most is traveling with me in the car, especially when he can stand on the seat and look out at the road speeding by as we go here, there and everywhere together. Mostly we’ve only gone to Ringgold and Chattanooga with one another, where he gets to play with Lucy and Millie and have a big yard to wander around in from time to time.
In Beaufort – where we had tons of fun – he got to know Roscoe and my father and enjoyed that back yard as well. On our first visit to Huntsville last weekend, he was unprepared for what he was to meet next: the rabbit.
My cousin Jessica got “bunny” (or Playboy as my father dubbed it) for her birthday at the beginning of the month from her boyfriend, and it quickly became yet another pet my aunt has allowed inside her home. When I was a kid, she had a big old cat I remembered reminded me of a real life Garfield. She had birds too. But it wasn’t until they moved to their current place in the Madison area that they got into pets seriously: a dog, a cat and gerbils have even roamed the hallways. But never in my life have I seen my aunt enjoy a pet more than bunny.
And E.B., well.. let’s just say their first meeting involved a lot of running around. And he was already hyper because there was a new dog – Ray Ray – to play with as well. And a neighbor’s dog, Sasha, who my aunt calls “the old hippie dog of the neighborhood who hangs out with everyone.”
But the rabbit immediately got his attention. Maybe it was his hunting instinct kicking in, or he wanted to play with
E.B. and the Rabbit
something that has ears as large as he does, but E.B. immediately gave chase as it ran. And that rabbit would go anywhere, including boxes piled inside the fireplace waiting for their fiery death in winter, to get away from E.B.’s constant yips of “what is this fabulous creature who is running from me? No! Stop!”
If he were a girl dog, he would have been like Alice chasing after the rabbit and pleading for it to stop so it could be questioned.
The same behavior, as you will see evidenced here and here, continued through Monday morning. By Monday evening, we decided that the rabbit should go back in its cage, and all the animals calmed down enough for me to grill pork chops on my aunt’s George Foreman.
I think of all the creatures that E.B. has encountered, the rabbit was the one he was the most fascinated with. For an entire afternoon, he tried to get at that rabbit to play with it but continued to fall short. When he got home Tuesday, my little man finally curled up on the bed and went to sleep. It had been an exhausting trip to Huntsville, one we’ll make again sometime in late September or early October.
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