Elmo

Taken at Mabry Mill 

^5

520 series last night. My best yet. Still hoping to achieve a 200 game.

Over the weekend

My desktop decided not to connect to the Internet on Friday (thanks Ian for resolving that problem) and then my laptop flat out died Sunday morning. (GRRRR!)

David and I went to the Black Dog Jazz Festival at Chateau Morrisette. Enjoyed a very good bottle of their pinot noir while there and brought a bottle home with us. Detoured back home via the parkway because I wanted to take some pictures at Mabry Mill.
Unfortunately my camera decided to write protect my card and I lost a lot of the pictures I'd taken at the mill and at the festival, but I still have the pictures that I using a different card.



It was a technology challenged weekend on the go-go-gadget girl end.

Indoor job + no base tan + no sunscreen= sun burnt arms and legs. I really should have known better, but it could have been a lot worse. Still a little owie today, but hopefully will subside during as I have bowling tonight.

Mesmerised

I haven't decided if this amuses me or disturbs me.

Watch out, Mick. 

Here's one of my girl that I'd forgotten I'd taken. 

Woot!

Bowled my first 500 series tonight.





Gloat.

Unconscious Mutterings: Week 121

1. Crowd:: pleaser
   
2. Hamburger:: helper
   
3. Choker:: necklace
   
4. Lights:: go down in the city
   
5. Tinsel:: shiny
   
6. Testament:: old
   
7. Best part of the day:: morning
   
8. Election:: day
   
9. Clarinet::reed
   
10. Cake or death:: walk
    

Too many dirtyminds

This picture has gotten the most hits on the photos I've uploaded to flickr. In it are Shade, Chea, the inflatable penis, hopeevey, fishysua
& Denise.

Amused am I.

Whew!

305 photos on my flickr page split into 17 categories. Now to start tagging them. Which I should have done all along but...... need to resize some more photos and get them up as well.

Smile!

Baby makes Three

I was browsing journals on my friends of friends list at livejournal and found where someone had posted pictures of some animal parents and their offspring which reminded me of a good one I captured at the zoo August 2003.

Preferred cuddle spot

I'm not a lap cat. I have higher standards. Give me a chest!

Miss Fidget (dump)*

Dear Jocie,
The reason why (dump) I keep expelling you (dump) off of my lap, is because (dump) you won't just sit in my lap. (dump) (dump).
You may sit in my lap, if you will just sit there. Your predecessor Abby was an expert of just sitting.
Instead, (dump) you wiggle, and wiggle some more. You hea(dump)d bump me, try to crawl (dump) in my arms (dump) , head butt and wi(dump)ggle some (dump) (dump) more.
Why must you (dump) insist on being (dump) cradled like a (dump) baby?

The one who (dump) is trying to (dump)

I give up.


*Denotes the number of times I've dumped her off my lap while trying (dump) to complete this post

My buddy

Taken a little over two years ago, my buddy Luke at the park.