Tuesday, March 31, 2009

This is why we don’t do that…


We do not allow the dogs to sleep with us.

I’ve heard it said that you should not let the dogs sleep with you because it gives them equal power and all that. Makes them think they’re the pack leaders. Well, I’m here to tell you, mine already think they are the pack leaders. And as soon as they start paying the bills, I’m totally going to let them lead the pack. But until then… I make the rules.

And the rule is, no dogs allowed on the bed.

This is why…



Now if she were to get one of these sexy little things, we’d talk.



Monday, March 30, 2009

Did you know…?

…that 3% of pet owners give Valentine’s Day gifts to their pets?   

…owls cannot move their eyes? They have to move their whole head.

…mother orangutans breastfeed their young for as long as 7 years?

…dark roasted coffee is “weaker” than medium roast? Roasting burns caffeine.

…the average child eats over 15 pounds of cereal in a year?

…North Dakota is the only state in the U.S. never to have had an earthquake?

…Washington DC has one lawyer for every 19 residents?

…Barry White’s music has been used by Marine Biologists to encourage sharks to mate?

…the north pole of Uranus is dark for 42 years at a time? (ha ha – I said “Uranus”!)

…Uranus is 31,763 miles in diameter. (lol- I said it again!)

…bats groom themselves, like cats.

Spongebob Squarepants creator Steve Hillenburg studied marine biology in college?

…sometimes Heiferyung can’t think of anything to blog about?

And she loves useless trivia?

Friday, March 27, 2009

Adventures in suburbia…

I live in a house with big windows. I have no neighbors in the back, only woods.  Privacy, you know? Not having neighbors means not having curtains. I like that.

So this morning, after reading through my blog roll, having my Skype call with CGMan, and emailing my friends who have jobs, I was puttering around in my kitchen. And by puttering around, I mean dancing to Rescue Me. I mean, who can resist turning that bad boy up full blast and dancing around the kitchen in a powder blue chenille robe?

So I’m winding down, still wiggling my butt, loading the dishwasher when something in the backyard catches my eye. A stranger!

(and my guard dogs?IMG_0647 IMG_4096 Not. A. Clue.)

Not to worry, it’s just the pooper scooper (yes- there really is a company that will scoop the poop!). Did he see me? He looks to be diligently searching for soggy mounds of poop (did I mention it’s rainy today). It’s hard to tell if its concentration on the poop or an intense effort not to crack up laughing. Then I shrug my shoulders and get back to shakin it, cuz it’s Rescue Me, take me in your arms, cuz I’m lonley …..mmmmHHHHmmmm

You might wonder why I’m not more embarrassed. Well, this isn’t the first time I’ve had an “encounter” with the pooper scooper. There was an incident a few months ago, where I was in the privacy of my own bathroom, sitting on the floor, painting my toenails. Naked. What!? I can’t paint my toenails naked? It’s not like I vacuum naked or anything! (contrary to the insistence of CGMan that most women do, in fact, vacuum naked)

Once I was up and dressed, I crossed into the living room and that’s when I saw him - the pooper scooper. His head was down, searching for the poop. I was like OMGawd! He saw me naked! I literally blushed from head to toe. What should I do? Run out there and confront him? What if he didn’t really see me? What if I brought to his attention that he missed an opportunity to see me naked? Then I’d have all the pooper picker uppers peeping in my window! So I just kept my eye on him, I watched to see if he made any furtive glances to the bedroom window, hoping to catch another peek of the wobbly bits. Either he didn’t see my wobbly bits or he wasn’t impressed, because he didn’t even look up. He was very busy doing his job. I can only conclude that the pooper scooper service must hire only the most conscientious of scoopers. For that, I am grateful.

However, I did notice that I have not seen him since. Did I scare him off? After today’s exhibition, I’m really worried now that I’ll get a letter from the scooper service:

Mrs. CGMan

Times are tough. It’s hard to find just the right caliber of person to scoop the poop of our distinguished clients. And by definition, distinguished doesn’t mean the likes of Britney Spears. So please keep your clothes on. And stop dancing like you’re headed for Dancing with the Stars, you’re scaring off our employees.


The Scoopers of Poop


Don’t quit me! I need you to scoop the poop. I have no more slaves children at home to do my dirty work.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Austin is to Al Ain as Dallas is to Dubai…

The weekend before I was to come home, we did one last little road trip to the small town of  Al Ain. I loved it there. Let me describe to you, a geographical analogy, if you will, of this whole area, so you will know why I loved Al Ain.

First, Abu Dhabi is in the United Arab Emirates, Texas is in the United States of America. Texas is the largest state, Abu Dhabi is the largest emirate. It’s like New York, too, in that Abu Dhabi City is in the Emirate of Abu Dhabi. New York, New York = Abu Dhabi City, Abu Dhabi.

Also, Abu Dhabi is the capital of the United Arab Emirates. Yes class, just like Washington, DC is the capital of the United States of America. Isn’t this fun? Okay, almost done. The city of Dubai is very metropolitan and chock full of high dollar shopping malls…just like Dallas!

Now we come to the meaning of all this: Al Ain is small, laid back, unpretentious and far more pretty than any of the big cities. You guessed it! It is very much like Austin! Only without the hippies.


This is what we saw alongside the road. Sand. Lots of sand. Between Abu Dhabi and Al Ain, there are no towns or cities, so therefore, no exits. You pretty much have to go the whole way to make a U-turn.








It was then that I really had a feel for the desert. Back in the days of caravans and camels, the trip from Abu Dhabi took 5 days across this desert. Now, in the air conditioned SUV on a well paved highway, 1 1/2 hours.    





This is my first time in a hotel since I arrived. I noticed right off, the arrow in the corner. It shows the way to Mecca. You know, I can’t make jokes about someone else’s religion, but I can tell you how stupid I felt when I told CGMan that the arrow was pointing west, and we all know Mecca is to the east. He smiled a very patient smile and reminded me that in the US, Mecca is to the east. But we are on the other side of the world and Mecca is now to the west. Well, duh.






  And in the drawer would be the prayer blanket. I can’t tell you how big it is, because I didn’t open it. It’s pretty, though.









Then it was off to the Al Ain Zoo, where we made a few friends. The zoo was really nice. One of our road trip “things” is to go to zoos in the towns we visit. (You know what they say: never stand too close to your skinny friends)






This was a very clean zoo and had plenty of attendants. It was feeding time and a little bit cooler in the early evening. This little lady is “with child”. I’ll bet her mom is so happy!







This guy woke up and wondered where the heck his dinner was. Yeah, we all heard you, mister! His roar really is very loud! Then, knowing that his needs had been voiced, he fell back asleep, content in the knowledge that his will be done. Kings, right?





This was really cool. It’s a mosque, right there inside the zoo. There was a call to prayer while we were there. It was interesting to see families headed that way. That is another interesting thing about this part of the world, this culture. They are very family oriented. We saw quite a lot of families on this day, having picnics in the zoo.





The next morning, we got up bright and early because I wanted to go to the camel market. Not that I was in the market for a camel, but if I ever became interested in purchasing one of these “ships of the desert”, I wanted to know where to go.




Unfortunately, we got lost. We thought we might be in the general area when we came upon a roundabout (they are everywhere in this country! personally, I like them, but that’s another story for another day) So…we’re going through the roundabout, and out of the desert walks this little caravan! Apparently, camels have the right of way in the roundabout.




Here we are at the camel and livestock market. First, let me tell you about what I saw. I could not get my camera up in time, so I don’t have a picture. There was a small two door sedan in front of one of the stalls. The driver was still behind the wheel, with his door open, while his friend was trying to shove a goat into the backseat. Now, I’m pretty sure he didn’t pick this goat up to surprise the kids with a new pet. No, this was dinner! And let me tell you, the goat knew it. He was putting up a brave fight.



So, on to the camels. When we pulled in with our rental car and white skin that screamed TOURIST! a very friendly fellow came up to our car and introduced himself. We’ll call him Jeff. Jeff gave us a lovely parking space in the shade and then gave us the grand tour. of. every. camel. there.






Like this one. All the while he is talking very fast. I am only catching every other word or so. Of course, his first question is where do we come from, Germany?






See? CGMan could be from Germany, right? Jeff kept wanting to take our picture. With.Every.Camel. I mean, they’re cute and all, but standing next to one camel, is the same as standing next to the other camel. Right?






This is Jeff’s friend. We’ll call him Mutt. Mutt and Jeff dragged us all around the camel market, taking us in the stalls, grabbing the cameras and saying “123!” to indicate we were to pose for yet another picture with the camels. Because they seemed only interested in taking our picture and talking real fast, I didn’t get to find out much about camels. Like, which ones are racing camels, and which are for eating (yes, they do eat camels during feasts and celebrations). They did tell us about one of the big camels that was tied up. We couldn’t understand what Jeff was saying. Was it a bull camel? No, not ba-uhl camel. We never did figure out what he was saying, but his friend Mutt came up and said “This camel is the best camel, very expensive camel! It is the f*cking camel!” Apparently that is not a bad word here, it is a deed. And this camel was the best at it, so was very expensive, 1 million durhams.




This is a Pakistan camel. I know this because it has a darker coat. That’s about all I know because it was time to take another picture.






   But she happened to be my favorite, so I didn’t mind. She was very gentle and curious. She kept sniffing my arm (it’s Morning Glory body mist –  thank you very much). Their lashes are long to keep out the sand. It also gives them a feminine, innocent look. Don’t be fooled, they bite. I saw one mean looking camel try to take the top of Mutt’s head off.





After we had seen about all the camels we needed to see (and photograph) it became apparent why our tour guides were so accommodating. Money. Oh definitely, we were going to offer them something for showing us around. We’ve been around the block before. But what they asked for was ridiculous! However, I’ve come to learn this culture loves to haggle. It is all a part of the buying process, even in the “tourism” section of the camel market. And CGMan? He loves to haggle! So he spent another ten minutes or so fine tuning his haggling skills while I looked at the baby camels.





Since CGMan wouldn’t let me buy a camel, we decided to go to the top of the tallest mountain in the emirate. Haleel Jafeet is 1500 meters tall. This was along the way up the curvy road. Let me make mention how wonderful all the roads are in this country. The rock formations are pretty awesome. Thinking that it took millions of years of wind to make those, is pretty mind boggling.





At the top, you can see into the Sultanate of Oman, which is a different country (like Mexico is to the US- see? I’m good at this.) The air is not very clear today because it was windy and blowing sand off the desert. On a clear day, it’s said you can see to the gulf on the Abu Dhabi side.






At the bottom of Haleel Jafeet, is a natural hot springs (what did I tell you? It’s like Austin! only Austin has a cold springs) Al Ain is actually listed as an oasis. It is a beautiful green spot in the middle of an otherwise barren desert. They have plenty of date plantations here.





I hope you enjoyed our little trip to Al Ain. I have other pictures and stories about my adventures in Abu Dhabi, but these were the touristy things we did. I will be going back in June for a few weeks. I’m not sure, but I’m thinking there may be a surprise trip in that visit. Yay!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

I love babies…

I love grandbabies babies. I think everyone should have one or two. The thing about babies, though, is you have to watch them all the time. The tend to put things in their mouth.

In the last two days, these are some of the things I have pulled out of my baby’s mouth:

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This is my baby:

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Our field trip...

After much discussion, we decided to have a "cultural" outing. We headed to the Sheikh Zayed Mosque in the center of Abu Dhabi. It is HUGE! You can see it from just about anywhere. Depending on who you ask, or which website you look, it is the second or third largest mosque in the world. The first being in Saudi Arabia.

This mosque is named for the beloved ruler, Sheikh Zayed bin Sultan Al Nahyan. How would you like to fill out that check in the grocery store?

They have only within the last year opened the mosque for public tours. That meant letting non-Muslims in to look around. There are still protocols though. For instance, we ladies had to cover from head to toe with an abaya. That's the long black dress with the black headscarf. And of course, no shoes inside the mosque.

The mosque can hold up to 40,000 worshipers. The floor and walls are marble. All the flowers you see are inlaid, not painted on. It's really quite stunning. This is just one shot, but this walkway goes around the entire compound, and has the flowers all the way around.

This is just one of the flowers. It's so smooth across, it looks as if it's painted on.

I can't even imagine the manpower that went into this. We did see a couple of men working on the outside area, repairing some of the marble work.

This is standing in the outside prayer area. This can hold 28,000 worshipers. It's so beautiful with the sun behind it. There are areas underneath, too, but we didn't go down there.

In the entry way to the main mosque, there was more mosaic. This time is was raised, like 3D. So beautiful. You just want to touch it.

And there was a lot to touch! It seemed endless!

Inside the main mosque is the area for men, it boasts two world record holders. One being the carpet. It measures 5,627 square meters, and was made by around 1,200 weavers, 20 technicians, and 30 workers. The weight of this carpet is 47 tons — 35 tons of wool, and 12 tons of cotton. There are 2,268,000 knots within the carpet. Thank you Wikipedia!

There are two rooms on either side of this main hall for the female worshipers. They hold 1,500 each.

This mosque also holds the largest chandelier. There are seven imported chandeliers from Germany and are copper and gold plated. The largest chandelier has a 10 meter diameter and a 15 meter height.

This clock shows the times of worship for that day. It changes every day because it is based on the position of the sun. There are prayers five time a day and a special prayer for each individual time. A prayer cannot be said before its time of day.

The call to prayers can be heard throughout the land. Each mosque has it's own set of speakers, so can broadcast everywhere. It is not unusual to see drivers pull their vehicles to the side of the road for prayer. There are also prayer rooms at the gas stations along the highway. It is considered impolite to watch a man during his prayer and never to photograph.

The call to prayer sounds like this:

We enjoyed our time at the mosque. While there, I thought out the Girl and how she always liked to go to church with her friends when she was growing up. She didn't care the religion, she just wanted to go and learn how they worship. She wouldn't be able to witness prayers here, as only Muslims can pray in a mosque.

Next up in the Dawn in Abu Dhabi Adventure is our trip to Al Ain. If anyone is in the market for a camel, I know just the place!

Monday, March 23, 2009

A leaf by any other name...

I'm pretty sure my grandcat is a pothead.
Oh what? I can't have a grandcat? Listen all you "real" grandmas out there, I can hear you snickering. Knock it off. Someday I'll be a real grandma too, but until then, Spencer is it.

I'm pretty sure he's into that maryjeewanna or somethin. Because, before...he was so nice and upstanding.

Then he started acting funny. Tearing up the house, the blinds, he's even been known to sabotage a Christmas tree. I have seen for myself that he has the munchies all the time. He sleeps a lot, too.

I read somewhere those are the things to look for.

He's acting strange, I tell you. I worry he'll turn to the streets. An alley is no place to live. And rarely do alley cats make it back into society.

I blame it all on that wacky weed.

I mean, you can call it whatever you want, but really? If it's green and leafy and comes in a bag that costs 5 dollars?! Yeah, that's what I'm sayin. Oh, catnip, riiiiiight.

Whatever you say, but if it makes a cat do this? Well, that's just some pretty wicked "catnip".

Friday, March 20, 2009

The closest thing to perfect I'll ever make...

I have no more chicks in my nest. Lucky for me, two of the three live close by, so I get a chance to see them every once in a while. And I do like to see them. I like to watch them at work and when they think I’m not looking. To me, they are beautiful and perfect. Not perfect as in so perfect never do anything wrong put every other kid to shame. No, no, perfect in that they have all the fingers and toes in the right places. That’s miracle stuff right there!

Believe me, I know all moms feel that way and that’s nothing to be trifled with. We’ve earned it, its our right to feel this about our children. I’m not saying mine are any more beautiful, I’m just saying that I love to look at them. I love to watch as they do the most mundane of tasks. Even after all these years, I will watch the Girl and think “I made her. I put her here on this planet.” And it moves me. I feel the exact same way about my boys, the Marine and the Skater. To watch them, to see how they interact with others, I’m like “I did that! I put him here for you to enjoy!”

Recently, the Girl wanted to go with me to see Grandma after her chemo. I was worried because medicine/hospitals/sickness has never been a strong point for the Girl. But she wanted to see Grandma and join the fight against breast cancer. When I picked her up, she had a lot of stuff to take. She had packed her foot spa, bought all new nail goodies, polishes and lotions. She knew that Grandma had been too sick to get out to the salon. She planned to bring the salon to Grandma.

One morning, the Girl had set up a beautiful station in the kitchen with a comfy chair and a nice warm footbath for Grandma. Let me tell you, Grandma wouldn’t have gotten any better going to some fancy schmancy spa in Dallas. As I watched her go about the task of washing Grandma’s feet and massaging her toes, I was so proud of her. For all the years of screaming and arguing and being the most unfair mother in the world, I had a daughter who was so kind and giving of herself. Someone who wanted someone else to feel beautiful and pampered. When I told her how special I thought she was, she was all Oh Mo’om, it was just a pedicure. (some things never change) but I could tell she was happy. That’s pretty awesome, and I made that.

I’ve been a mother for 25 years and I’m still in awe. Still surprised that these humans are my creation, my gift. And yep, it still moves me. I hope it always does.

My children, no matter what paths they may take in life, will still be the closest things to perfect I’ll ever make. So I think I’ll sit in my empty little nest, make myself a drink and congratulate myself on a job well done. Oh, and wait for grandbabies!

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Look what came in the mail...

Isn't it beautiful??

Now that I've met the guys at US Flag I will never have to go through this again.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Prosperity is a great teacher...

...adversity is a greater one.

-William Hazelitt-essayist

I will be gone for a few days. My stepmum has breast cancer and I'm joining the fight.

In lieu of a post today, please let me share some quotes:

"It has been my philosophy of life that difficulties vanish when faced boldly."
-Isaac Asimov, author

"Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength."

"Promise me you'll always remember; You're braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think." Christopher Robin to Pooh
-A.A. Milne

During my research to join this fight, I learned that 1 in 7 women will get breast cancer. The other six will know someone who does. Please...remember your self exams, early detection saves lives.

Friday, March 13, 2009

I made my husband cry today…

I’m sure you’re thinking awww. That I must have been so loveable and sweet. That I must have really done something special and moving to make a grown man cry. Yeah… not so much.

See, my wonderful hubby has prostate cancer. And before he left for Abu Dhabi, the doc gave him a shot of hormones to stop the tumor from growing, so it can be removed in August. Yeah, hormones. Poor guy.

(Insert public announcement here: It is never too early to be checked for prostate cancer. CGMan is only 48. Nag your husbands to get tested – I did)

So until then, bless his heart, he has to deal with some emotions and mood swings that have previously been known only to us pre- and menopausal women. I feel for him, I truly do. No one knows better than me how we can go from happy to hostile in a nanosecond. I currently hold the record.

And now, arguments are interesting. Before, I would use all my feminine wiles to win the argument; now he’s doing it first! That’s not fair! Our secret codebook has been compromised! He’s using all the good stuff!

So we’re on skype, with our little webcams, having our daily chat about nothing and everything. We start into a disagreement and the next thing I know there are heated (but not ugly) words. I look up to see him wipe a tear from his eye. I’m all Don’t cry. It’s not that bad. And he’s like I’m not crying! And I was like Um, looks like crying to me. Then he goes, I guess I’m just feeling emotional today. And ladies, I couldn’t help it, it just came out of my mouth… A little hormonal, maybe?

Even though I’m a heartless bi-atch, he laughed. We knew this was coming. We knew what to expect and we have to make ourselves laugh over it every now and then, otherwise we’ll both start crying. And that would not be a pretty sight.

And now the burning question is, if we’re both moody, emotional, and full of hormones… does that make us in a lesbian relationship?

I’m just wonderin.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

A day at the races...

After our morning adventure searching for the camel races in the fog, we made it back to Abu Dhabi island just in time for the dhow races.

The dhows have been used for centuries. It is an Arab traditional sailing vessel, with origins in India. Up until the 60s they were making journeys between the Persian Gulf and East Africa, taking dates and fish and bringing back mangrove timber.

Okay, okay, I just got that off Wikipedia. But I knew one of CGMan's buddies (who are all retired Coasties) would tag me if I misrepresented a sailing vessel.

So anyhooie, they had the dhow races this afternoon. I was amazed at the number of them. Each race had about ten boats. Each boat was manned with 14 to 18 men, each with one oar. The length of the race was about 4km ( a long way to be rowing!) through the breakwater between Abu Dhabi and LuLu island.

The series of pictures is not from one race, but from several. It does show the sky line of Abu Dhabi very well. Notice all the construction, its never ending.

This was about the only close up I got, but at least I was able to count the number of rowers.

So let me tell you about all the tall buildings. It's very obvious, the new and shiny ones. But there are still quite a lot of old, shabby, falling down buildings. They are making inroads to getting those all torn down to make way to build the new and shiny ones. It's so interesting to drive through downtown and see all the highrises, only to look up and see laundry strung across several balconies and air conditioners barely hanging into windows.

I haven't seen it, but CGMan tells me they don't implode buildings here, they use an old fashioned wrecking ball. One afternoon he was almost struck by a piece of falling building. Just another reason I'm glad we're outside of the city.

Here's another interesting fact, 40% of the world's tall cranes are in the UAE. It's amazing the number of projects that are going on at the same time. They have labour camps for the workers that are the size of small towns. Well, they basically are small towns!

Stayed tuned...tomorrrow I have some great pictures of Sheikh Zayed Mosque. Pictures that I took all by myself, with my little point and shoot.

And I'll read up on it over at Wikipedia.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Hit me with your best shot...

Last night, while at "Ladies Game Night" (winner, winner, chicken dinner!) some one asked me what was one of the most interesting things I found about Abu Dhabi.

Well, my friends, the first thing that came to mind was not the ancient history. Nor was it the wonderful rags to riches story that is Abu Dhabi. The thing I found most interesting is the prediliction for US music.

Most foreign countries like our music, I guess. That's great. But here's the thing. It's not just any music. It's 80s music.

Oh, you heard me. EIGHTIES!! As in Hurt So Good and Call Me and please, if I have to hear it one more time! Do You Really Want To Hurt Me? GAH!!

And even though it's twenty (OMG, almost thirty!) years later, I can still feel myself doing that Boy George shuffle. It's one of those things that never leaves you. Try though you will.

Here is another interesting observation from my (few) world travels. We lived in Trinidad & Tobago for three years. On the radio, if it wasn't soca music, it was freekin 80s music! For pete's sake?! If I had to hear Billie Jean once more, I was gonna lose my mind. I mean, please! Don’t Do Me Like That!

So I'm askin? What. Is. The. Deal? Why are all the other countries in the world stuck in the 80s? Are they Out Of Touch?

I can’t believe that’s the reason they look to us. Our prowess in the music industry. Thirty years ago.


Cuz if that’s all we’ve got, it's a Tainted Love.

Well, all I can say is... I guess those were our Glory Days.

And thank god for my iPod (that I just got a month ago).

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Like stepping through the sands of time...

My favorite by far was the Camel Races!! OMG! It was so fun, so Arabic, so bizarre! We got there early in the morning and encountered a huge fog bank. That was bizarre in itself, but it was like being in a time machine. As we drove along though the dense fog, out of nowhere would appear a herder on a camel, tugging along several others toward the race track. There was nothing 20th century about it! SO cool!

The races themselves were unbelievable. Organized chaos. The camels are lined up at the start, with only a rope across the line. The "jockeys" (who don't actually ride- more on that later) run under the rope, holding the lead for their camel. Who are all snuggling up to one another, anxious for the race to start. Once the rope goes up, the "jockeys" drop and roll out of the way of a herd of thundering camels!

Sometimes even a camel goes down!

Not to worry, they had on helmets and what appeared to be kevlar vests. Not the camels, alright? The jockeys! Okay, so they're off! While they are running inside the track, there are these SUVs driving alongside the outside of the track (remember-it's VERY foggy!) honking their horns and yelling (lalalalalalaaaaiiieeeelalalala) out the windows at the camels.

The track we were at was a 5k U-shaped track. The camels run up, turn and come back the other side. Okay, now let me tell you who is driving the camels. It is a little robot monkey. (I had hoped for real monkeys, but this was pretty cool) It is shaped like a small monkey (even with a little head), he sits to the rear of the hump and has one arm, that is a small whip looking thing.

After several races, we figured out that the guys in the SUVs are the ones working the little robots, via a transmitter. We were fascinated!! CGMan so much so, that he started walking around to all the SUV guys, looking for one who spoke English (did I tell you we were the only white people there? yep) so he finds one and asks if he and his friend Craig can ride with them. Leave it to the Buckeye to get a ride! LOL He said that was a lot of fun but he feared for his life!! All the yelling, the other SUVs, the fog and the SPEED! all in the sand! OMG, it was the best day ever!

Almost all photographs are courtesy of our friend Craig Corl, who does not yet have a website displaying all his wonderful photos. Thank you Craig, for the use of the pictures. As soon as you get out of the time machine, get a website, would ya?

Wordless Wednesday…with some words…

I like wordless Wednesdays. It gives me a chance to show off some pictures that I have cramming up my phone. Let’s see, since you’ve alread...