Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

The Mystery Photo

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First let me say that I had sincere intentions of posting this photo on Monday so that you would quickly know that the photo is a close-up of what we call a camper shell down home in Mississippi and what we call a canopy up here in Oregon, our new beloved home.

Those intentions succumbed to my tired ol' butt 'cause I couldn't stay awake! Either I stayed up to late watching "Hallmark Hall of Fame" or Mama's scrumptious supper of chicken and dumplings put me to sleep sitting straight up in my chair with my computer Honk on the little table I use when I'm blogging, just like I am now. I woke up and announced that I had to take Duncan out early and hit the hay.

So, here's the photo that shows both the entire truck and its canopy as well as the other truck and its wheel well, wheel and tire.

By the way, it snowed again on Tuesday! I don't know how deep it got, though, because it started about 7:30 a.m. just as I got off the bus and walked into my building and had turned to rain by 11:30 a.m., which melted every bit of it where I live, work and commute. Now, that's some fine snow in my book!

Saturday, August 25, 2007

How Addicted to Blogging Are You? And Friday Night Moving Van Mania

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Mingle2 - Dating Site


Surprise! Surprise! Surprise! I read about this on another blog! Only now that I've just about finished putting it onto my blog did I realize it's part of a dating site. Good grief. What does that drawing-blood-type icon have to do with dating? Anyone? Anyone?

And I'm still awake because two full-size, over-the-road moving vans parked out front at 11:50 p.m., unloaded a bunch of crap into the apartment building across the street--three men unloaded it, not the vans--and drove away at 1:10 a.m. I've got a headache, probably partly from squinting into my camera, trying to take a few candid shots without using the flash. They're downloading as we speak, oops, as I type.

Later.