For the "I Didn't Know That!" File

Here's a couple things I learned this summer.

Herons are not the solitary creatures I thought they were.  Last week I saw no fewer than 3 sets of at least 10 Herons flying overhead in V formation.

Herons fly rather low, making identification easy. 

Another thing I learned is that Groundhogs can climb trees.

How about that?  Groundhogs are chubby squirrels!

Pop Culture Frenzy, Round 61

Welcome once again to Pop Culture Frenzy.  Something rather extraordinary occurred in Worms, Germany to a guy working out at a gym.

What happened?
Fluffy?

He got pinned under a set of princess dumbbells?

Hostmaster:  incorrect.
Cyndi?

He got offered a modeling contract?

Hostmaster:  incorrect.
Molly?

He fell on the treadmill and got

 his tongue caught in the gears?

Hostmaster:  close.  Well, in a way.  Here's a hint.  Weight plate.
Bryan?

I sure hope I'm wrong.

He inserted his member in

the weight plate hole?

Hostmaster:  correct.  You might call it an exclusive membership.

A musclehead's knothole!

There's a hole,

 there's a hole, there's a hole!

How did he get, um, out of the weight plate?

The excitement waned and he faded

into Worm history!

Hostmaster:  not exactly.  He required some help from firemen and their tools.  Here's a visual.

I predict that new warning labels

will appear in weight rooms all

over the world.

This round is over.

Read about the gym rat's adventure here.

Round 61

Fluffy/Molly  29

Bryan/Cyndi   25

Adventures of the Updating Profile Pic, Part 2

Clearly, my visage isn't the star of the show.  Never was.  My mother took a pictures of me every year on my birthday.  Alas, there were probably two pretty good pics out of fifty.  My high school pictures had to be retaken because none of the shots were any good the first time around.  And that involved a professional photographer.  History paints a bleak picture.

What does all this mean for the future of my profile picture?  Well...

We could try random things that are pretty.

We could try random things that are disturbing.

Perhaps random things that have little meaning.

Speaking of disturbing and of little meaning.  Consider my "art".

Wait.  How about this? Self portrait without mirror.

Maybe this?  Self portrait with mirror.

Unfinished.  The result of trauma.  You'd be traumatized too if you discovered at such a late date that you had a WC Fields nose.

Maybe this would better.  Portrait of Malcom without mirror.

Time for an Updated Photo

 Help me decide on a new profile picture.  Cast your vote now!  Vote early and often!

I rather like this one.  You can't see my wrinkles or my big butt.  Unfortunately, you can't see Clover either.

Lily looks good in this one.  Come to think of it, maybe she should write this blog too.

How about this one?     I call it:   Lynn, Armed with only a Sawzall, Bags her Limit.

Fresh from the Homestead

There's some good harvesting going on.

Can't beat a summer salad of tomatoes, cucumbers and duck.

Sounds good!  Wait.  What?!