tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60221286285815787682023-11-16T03:57:32.451-08:00Reanimated RagsTo all things being brought back to life.Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-3613988958052928822012-03-08T19:40:00.000-08:002012-03-08T19:40:43.288-08:00Spring Clean or Spring Fling?To keep or to sell.<br />
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To wear or to toss. <br />
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DON'T GET IT TWISTED, just cause I'm 20 pounds bigger than I'd like to be about now don't mean I'm letting go of my little teeny tiny clothes! I'm coming back, bitches. I'm comin back.<br />
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But still--some of these clothes are way too much for one girl... and damn.. some are too TOO MUCH, girl!<br />
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I am tryin' to let go, of all sorts of cool stuff I have hoarded for decades in some instances. The silly and the fun and the sexy and the homely. Dresses for hoards of fashion zombies and yeah, I meant to say "HOARDS!" What a word. Gets my blood pumping for sure. Letting go will be good for mama's wallet but it won't come easy. It pains me but it also feels good, so I am letting my closet get worked out and I'm helping my wallet hoard some damn dollas!!!<br />
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(pictures to follow....stay tuned)<br />
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xoxo, rrReanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-68570163827452934942011-11-07T21:56:00.001-08:002011-11-15T11:16:26.174-08:00Hallowe-an Vacation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4d1S_LhdC_lH833qS2njt4wdk-PECb-49GKjngeZSveBLHSKdn_dCAwB00NlQxD0HPqA5_VTxmzT7sXHBjjH6nJmwTbf1PwhkxzDrFl6uXUwsQILoTwIpxIUjqQZCAaa5v7xefAyRgyUK/s1600/The-Cure-In-Between-Days-418174.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4d1S_LhdC_lH833qS2njt4wdk-PECb-49GKjngeZSveBLHSKdn_dCAwB00NlQxD0HPqA5_VTxmzT7sXHBjjH6nJmwTbf1PwhkxzDrFl6uXUwsQILoTwIpxIUjqQZCAaa5v7xefAyRgyUK/s1600/The-Cure-In-Between-Days-418174.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Being in the undead business business year round, I decided to take the month of October off. Don't ask me why, but I did. I also took a year off from being some form of a zombie at Halloween, since to me zombie facepaint and fake blood are about as "business casual" as it gets. So I convinced my husband to dress up like Robert Smith and Simon Gallup (or fill in the blank other member of The Cure) but in my "usual way" (read: esoteric snob) I didn't just want to dress up like them in their normal style. Instead we did an homage to the Head on The Door poster I had up on my wall as a teenager, also known as the "In Between Days" album cover. I got some awesome day glo facepaint (almost like a powder) from my good friends at <a href="http://performancestudiosinc.com/">Performance Studios</a> and a couple Kiss wigs (the best thing I could find for a Robert Smith look) and we were in! I even carried around a fake blow up guitar on my side for good measure.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJGnovDhP3BIPOEvz95ixkLRepYZnx9MO9L9Gw87Y3mAcpP574nCRKkX_RWkdFsUJtmEblJaLCuBy9XyGc_vFR1uRIkRcxlXTuZefEjVp7d1fhMazQ-FsCXVFpnYdcJFVkwjc8r-FACo/s1600/robertsmithhalloween1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJGnovDhP3BIPOEvz95ixkLRepYZnx9MO9L9Gw87Y3mAcpP574nCRKkX_RWkdFsUJtmEblJaLCuBy9XyGc_vFR1uRIkRcxlXTuZefEjVp7d1fhMazQ-FsCXVFpnYdcJFVkwjc8r-FACo/s320/robertsmithhalloween1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675296559161980818" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My sister and her boyfriend let us tag along with them and we hit a show at Foobar with a sweet lineup of cover bands. <a href="http://missnikkilane.com/">Nikki Lane</a> worked the door which seemed unnecessary seeing as how a little mason jar with a note would have worked considering it was a beyond reasonable $1 cover at the door. But its cool, she looked pretty smart in a Boardwalk Empire look complete with a wiggle dress and vintage fox stole. Super fun!! and I even saw another Robert Smith there at the party which rocked my WORLD! I went up to him and introduced myself by asking "Disintegration? I'm Head on the Door" drawing a blank stare from him momentarily before he realized this short girl in front of him was actually dressed as Robert Smith as well. He looked fantastic so I had to request a picture with him.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVdxdmT7zuychhmdII4paejC2KuMqIpAwhEkm7qbFH1TCTGAH4zBDr9PERQI6qz5h872sjdQauJzFMZ-VhBszXIGmULo8kazBvzX30xeHnwBX0Lw754YNR-efqYHA9gASGOy1cgFIsMEk/s1600/RobertandRobert.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVdxdmT7zuychhmdII4paejC2KuMqIpAwhEkm7qbFH1TCTGAH4zBDr9PERQI6qz5h872sjdQauJzFMZ-VhBszXIGmULo8kazBvzX30xeHnwBX0Lw754YNR-efqYHA9gASGOy1cgFIsMEk/s320/RobertandRobert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675296961012625042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nothing like seeing two Robert Smiths playing pool with each other in a smoky bar.<br />Only in Nashville.<br /></span></div><br /><br />A bunch of cover bands played but I think the Ramones took the cake for look-alike points. A baby "mosh pit" even formed, if you can really call it that (you can't, trust me, it was very "comfy") and I was on the outskirts just watching the show but did intervene when I saw that pacman had fallen down and his huge pacman head was making it hard for him to get resituated. Mosh pit etiquette definitely was in effect but not without some chuckles on my part that I felt led to rescue Pacman from a mosh pit. Goodness Gracious....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFy3vi35p8xzI6b7LwUeo2-Ov8UYN01ps_vfxb9JWYkw_tc5QwwWlaoi11UveR2BSfyYWlPWv5AntShWkGmuWeenOsQgamNWL3F83F7LI4_BnjPv7-CkbstWrv3eHbkR80lkG8mPFO3h4/s1600/ramones.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFy3vi35p8xzI6b7LwUeo2-Ov8UYN01ps_vfxb9JWYkw_tc5QwwWlaoi11UveR2BSfyYWlPWv5AntShWkGmuWeenOsQgamNWL3F83F7LI4_BnjPv7-CkbstWrv3eHbkR80lkG8mPFO3h4/s320/ramones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675299526793329554" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was so worth having a neon green face for the following day to go with my mild hangover. Soooo worth it.<br /><br />xoxo, rrReanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-8125669952630847722011-11-01T20:19:00.000-07:002011-11-18T00:25:48.547-08:00Tractor Show Bliss 2011: Man and Machine*<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />Bells Bend Tractor Show 2011</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-3kAYX2mN_Cgv-UU_61xqEHKMgRIAAeu8ZNuR-uLACC9aQCUIKiri5WJaCWp5kos51a37Z0JaiQk8nSZGiv_XCXrA3mckLpY7PAj9u1k6jSSrKeM3GEWFBcGF9hijl7bOE0ITMbYOejc/s1600/DSC_0206.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-3kAYX2mN_Cgv-UU_61xqEHKMgRIAAeu8ZNuR-uLACC9aQCUIKiri5WJaCWp5kos51a37Z0JaiQk8nSZGiv_XCXrA3mckLpY7PAj9u1k6jSSrKeM3GEWFBcGF9hijl7bOE0ITMbYOejc/s320/DSC_0206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670394937533193026" border="0" /></a>Could possibly be the coolest thing ever in the History of the Land.<br />Completely Bad Azz.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzvSsHh8fj3KnH_wDXCkSvgPKjxSpNONgXZ2cvTtul4YEvSqjEVsEb4ItNaB2YXXoDfXryGZMWV2IbyJku7geJZxYc96_FoojQa-zkThMK0r0kiNR3sSho9oAAnzh2ouFMFa3O-mdwaZc/s1600/DSC_0192.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzvSsHh8fj3KnH_wDXCkSvgPKjxSpNONgXZ2cvTtul4YEvSqjEVsEb4ItNaB2YXXoDfXryGZMWV2IbyJku7geJZxYc96_FoojQa-zkThMK0r0kiNR3sSho9oAAnzh2ouFMFa3O-mdwaZc/s320/DSC_0192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670394445155012626" border="0" /></a>Our day started off right away with some education, courtesy of the Professor of Tractor Studies himself, Mister George West. What a hero of mine. A man of true grit and substance but so much more! He's an activist and leader in the community on top of being just a real dyed in the wool country man. He plays the fiddle and also counts "songwriter" as one of his hobbies. Love this man and everything he stands for. Not only did he show us his corn processing tractor (I am sure there's another and more cool name for this but I didn't catch it) which he revved up for us, but he sang me part of a song he wrote, which touched me immensely both for the writing as well as the fact that he shared it with me on the spot.<br /><br />So rad.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3dqgmxQ_WGiMnbszLf_6KAWKXyjkSWPkiJjdLisPfSUK1K567AkPhOb06Qeiu9A8lLOqcMbszq3a1sGDIjqbVCtRYXUvOaUspkAGmYKzh6WXpTWkRlyOeVnNjH3zfbJsDEoBBRgX5YU0/s1600/DSC_0195.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3dqgmxQ_WGiMnbszLf_6KAWKXyjkSWPkiJjdLisPfSUK1K567AkPhOb06Qeiu9A8lLOqcMbszq3a1sGDIjqbVCtRYXUvOaUspkAGmYKzh6WXpTWkRlyOeVnNjH3zfbJsDEoBBRgX5YU0/s320/DSC_0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670394291636569714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_HZHpmNJIIWXQOe-7WRoEn0wHmvQ_a5NxfMYw616VrGEAZzrdkCBid80SVjw8aWVikVB89YxIqbNpqz9slLLYLliQHTho1BGA8KUo-xwmsfUHnLE5Md-93HUfPcO1TIrqI8HDX9SQxw/s1600/DSC_0196.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_HZHpmNJIIWXQOe-7WRoEn0wHmvQ_a5NxfMYw616VrGEAZzrdkCBid80SVjw8aWVikVB89YxIqbNpqz9slLLYLliQHTho1BGA8KUo-xwmsfUHnLE5Md-93HUfPcO1TIrqI8HDX9SQxw/s320/DSC_0196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670394141903332626" border="0" /></a>The corn comes out of this shoot when its done being separated from the stalks. So cool!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg8pmr6nwpqaGPNzv2lwvOz_8WIKudm_OSEtOdp0zdcLUu9wwAXuSHrGVLjMBIHcrL2WeCXe5YyOMah2vHN7UvdHz11JWVco9hor2u7j9P0cNPOL_2jrhfWum6ZheYC1FQzQK1FMaVZwY/s1600/DSC_0197.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg8pmr6nwpqaGPNzv2lwvOz_8WIKudm_OSEtOdp0zdcLUu9wwAXuSHrGVLjMBIHcrL2WeCXe5YyOMah2vHN7UvdHz11JWVco9hor2u7j9P0cNPOL_2jrhfWum6ZheYC1FQzQK1FMaVZwY/s320/DSC_0197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670393311663588802" border="0" /></a>Never met a mason jar I didn't like.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSIlwVOIuvzWqbwB2RtTs8mzDTr53RnpMhmZ3xU004l1QuxGP_B7xRX9_GCA3wHoEyzfIkqfMy2d_OSdMDCpQVHXVktvT_ybzxrS0rS1fHkLg7SksnHpQSsf5BbmKq_DhxT_CHOpoY3Ec/s1600/DSC_0199.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSIlwVOIuvzWqbwB2RtTs8mzDTr53RnpMhmZ3xU004l1QuxGP_B7xRX9_GCA3wHoEyzfIkqfMy2d_OSdMDCpQVHXVktvT_ybzxrS0rS1fHkLg7SksnHpQSsf5BbmKq_DhxT_CHOpoY3Ec/s320/DSC_0199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670393204583273122" border="0" /></a>More of the corn tractors guts. There was a really cool story about this but since I didn't take notes and can't remember the technical highlights I will just say its really cool, made in America and clearly a gem before Planned Obsolescence came into fruition.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnRXeDDry8HsbZynB7xEnEqpP0O2Jxoh57uXmF-2yl9tb8fvtudjDtckzY2evyxUMTvh8B1YL0wXrLcTBe_0Lz0iFttD5vzuoR4ZBAGCF9fWM2-uEiEpeDGv-hNIC08Omqx6tjsK59-Hc/s1600/DSC_0200.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnRXeDDry8HsbZynB7xEnEqpP0O2Jxoh57uXmF-2yl9tb8fvtudjDtckzY2evyxUMTvh8B1YL0wXrLcTBe_0Lz0iFttD5vzuoR4ZBAGCF9fWM2-uEiEpeDGv-hNIC08Omqx6tjsK59-Hc/s320/DSC_0200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670393079322094162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeXGcL9JG1sk63VrGVn9ApEw46dRngryIe07NVlXy6Jku2XIYeOLbsEUYGqrUaSJvVyvbKqBidJhVSfeH3tqYAqYjGCaLNnr7Z9l_9dYOFqOVfT0rTz12q8mJGRfkm8YhvOOA1DL7LxEs/s1600/DSC_0204.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeXGcL9JG1sk63VrGVn9ApEw46dRngryIe07NVlXy6Jku2XIYeOLbsEUYGqrUaSJvVyvbKqBidJhVSfeH3tqYAqYjGCaLNnr7Z9l_9dYOFqOVfT0rTz12q8mJGRfkm8YhvOOA1DL7LxEs/s320/DSC_0204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670392937135055106" border="0" /></a>A country man in training.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvHhBtLDlyD2tNuqcvd4_Qfw50uEWkB6L1jRu6tgY9G_gFUNhR6JHxJ7-XwLY8bEH-QN0QRBZT9aDB62rjP23mqwztNPV6-w8n-T1bZT-hCyRTcru8QMEZ3iFjs9tHnO0wVlMs-NllRs8/s1600/DSC_0205.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvHhBtLDlyD2tNuqcvd4_Qfw50uEWkB6L1jRu6tgY9G_gFUNhR6JHxJ7-XwLY8bEH-QN0QRBZT9aDB62rjP23mqwztNPV6-w8n-T1bZT-hCyRTcru8QMEZ3iFjs9tHnO0wVlMs-NllRs8/s320/DSC_0205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670392752111909090" border="0" /></a>Happy on a Tractor. Just like his mom.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxpzxdN7K6XkndjyYrMzRUhXYZqN8JbV4LWClA6STLG2SlyK4uXUB7GIWBk4s8Sx6nuyHZmO9oY74IulniHpL71J6ZdyYQYw63GXyQEuuRLdsQP8TSZcOmsOr7cYejcve80d4Kypf0kY/s1600/DSC_0207.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxpzxdN7K6XkndjyYrMzRUhXYZqN8JbV4LWClA6STLG2SlyK4uXUB7GIWBk4s8Sx6nuyHZmO9oY74IulniHpL71J6ZdyYQYw63GXyQEuuRLdsQP8TSZcOmsOr7cYejcve80d4Kypf0kY/s320/DSC_0207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670392601429542082" border="0" /></a>More pics of the tractor in a jar on a tractor. Be still my beating heart!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHpHJJAieY1g7dFJasORuBzAMjlY3gvblgfqefebjnj9DkVbfsW4QqKnSlLRhr3Unora9PwrPwfuRYxJAEfbtDaHoRu__eNAq08UKTwyxvDjYBOSvAcWkrb9zhrDAo2r0DGeB2ML_VSN4/s1600/DSC_0208.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHpHJJAieY1g7dFJasORuBzAMjlY3gvblgfqefebjnj9DkVbfsW4QqKnSlLRhr3Unora9PwrPwfuRYxJAEfbtDaHoRu__eNAq08UKTwyxvDjYBOSvAcWkrb9zhrDAo2r0DGeB2ML_VSN4/s320/DSC_0208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670392462019704722" border="0" /></a>That is sand in there too.<br />Adds literal "Grit" and acts as simple metaphor of history.<br />Love it so much it can't be 'splained.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rcx1Dlghhfh7-N98rlbTt4q_zjPqsdK76pKhOMVkR5PBFOtsLf2xQkSZFj6r5u_wxouzllFjm_atF_LXiqgMr2HRwJQkMHtghKPbGNwhnqxErJ3EcGyJJ5A1kIzTIV4SeKmbIpdS8iM/s1600/DSC_0210.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rcx1Dlghhfh7-N98rlbTt4q_zjPqsdK76pKhOMVkR5PBFOtsLf2xQkSZFj6r5u_wxouzllFjm_atF_LXiqgMr2HRwJQkMHtghKPbGNwhnqxErJ3EcGyJJ5A1kIzTIV4SeKmbIpdS8iM/s320/DSC_0210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670392353299450658" border="0" /></a>My "little man" looks cooler drinking out of his sippy cup<br />than your man looks drinking out of his coffee cup.<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCQA5qh0BytBjZZjW8QHxfC9Yxee32ket9dAwk1tbn8qbcz4atz61yVisZgSv6pxIoa2rITIaKQnyXjG4nRPDhyEuY_WmoDCrJl86GPTv8IXzSBqiAb-QgmhAjq0BaeuPtIH0iXt7gui0/s1600/DSC_0212.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCQA5qh0BytBjZZjW8QHxfC9Yxee32ket9dAwk1tbn8qbcz4atz61yVisZgSv6pxIoa2rITIaKQnyXjG4nRPDhyEuY_WmoDCrJl86GPTv8IXzSBqiAb-QgmhAjq0BaeuPtIH0iXt7gui0/s320/DSC_0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670392233784975314" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqm4_osnZhC7KM4xDMnGEPb4LsT_TorYtoDPij8iKFqc9OLuv_6khT2wLbq1HZiESFcfO2iQH670xQYyIIwgnlv27NIgKUhhfUbmh5yq7YhyphenhyphenMohslbAYTF50ELidMEYTb7wzxxSGPkPM/s1600/DSC_0217.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyqm4_osnZhC7KM4xDMnGEPb4LsT_TorYtoDPij8iKFqc9OLuv_6khT2wLbq1HZiESFcfO2iQH670xQYyIIwgnlv27NIgKUhhfUbmh5yq7YhyphenhyphenMohslbAYTF50ELidMEYTb7wzxxSGPkPM/s320/DSC_0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670392067588825634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKiWs4owVZeI8lVI9vuamSu7Oxae9wF2koIEGD-peRHsIAiHTZQsQeITxdKMuBKAUpsh15GNAZJ6g3e-BNQMyDXDo9LSOWv03y1d0HLpWo4nC5XaNrm_P6eJZHKbXUD_-WpV5joBwgChk/s1600/DSC_0228.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKiWs4owVZeI8lVI9vuamSu7Oxae9wF2koIEGD-peRHsIAiHTZQsQeITxdKMuBKAUpsh15GNAZJ6g3e-BNQMyDXDo9LSOWv03y1d0HLpWo4nC5XaNrm_P6eJZHKbXUD_-WpV5joBwgChk/s320/DSC_0228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670391931012269554" border="0" /></a>Can crushing contraption made from old farm machinery and completely mesmerizing.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz8BXXvhZWkIhms7PXvgouW8Ss0CvmMc1zCVV5DXRNv1IULJ-QdSpujlKUHYyUGKSZpH61b2g-TWKNtwuTcNZ4ljE-gr6FbjxkRaIa2709VJdy6BAIBFlLrhKqgiGJFjsxdVzMzVm33Qk/s1600/DSC_0231.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCg72z_OTczellp0wnMP7z3M6kI-qf2mzGVg35H6CScJqhddu01PhNtAaqRxnf8w2IDOKBjOdj_5nf15VrzwemiBS6FUWtiGB26DdcgEmYksO348jkGnYsqxlD_tAQ-5ljkqIbzbsU7pw/s320/DSC_0236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670391360030937970" border="0" /></a>Orion getting to "drive" a Farmall for the first time.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ZS5lIwVdFdGOufDTowBV9nZgCItfEQTDVA7a0umGaI0g8lK-IyzmT8WFRR3Wp_0OvxCDy0UEG9DC7LYjY_JFPpFluUGaNy8hC7uhEKpYQBs2eHQuig9qcfIxlKV_F-D9Nf5dlq_oppw/s1600/DSC_0239.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ZS5lIwVdFdGOufDTowBV9nZgCItfEQTDVA7a0umGaI0g8lK-IyzmT8WFRR3Wp_0OvxCDy0UEG9DC7LYjY_JFPpFluUGaNy8hC7uhEKpYQBs2eHQuig9qcfIxlKV_F-D9Nf5dlq_oppw/s320/DSC_0239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670391220176942002" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrMZdbF2loOZ0ZGmpiYpXvJ4iwS92YXlNmGUMb6VXGbBwHJo36qNHZ2yE7AmpNZ3OzID05LjKee53GsOzJCqt2EENPoLudwLFf0eRnhPHnBRzHdzGtEeHWZOGAYNkYzTZm4ns-Fz4tQk/s1600/DSC_0240.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBrMZdbF2loOZ0ZGmpiYpXvJ4iwS92YXlNmGUMb6VXGbBwHJo36qNHZ2yE7AmpNZ3OzID05LjKee53GsOzJCqt2EENPoLudwLFf0eRnhPHnBRzHdzGtEeHWZOGAYNkYzTZm4ns-Fz4tQk/s320/DSC_0240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670391088266917602" border="0" /></a>King on his first tractor ride, with dad, courtesy of the coolest pre-teen this side of the Mason Dixon line. I thought I was cool cause I learned to drive a car by myself at 12. This kid has studied tractors since he was 4 and drives them amazingly at the ripe old age of 10.<br /><br />Sick.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8LSu3W7bSRlkYUdsrDSiALYeaV_4WXOpsg4ZxQnMlhcmbmHNcYilBZPobaN83HWlTV56mK1TFCDB4DexS4Re_n8XywupmTNgpDR3zkKvU9G5bbrU-uGD8XXZjxXdu6fg0GlIN_l7WC8/s1600/DSC_0251.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8LSu3W7bSRlkYUdsrDSiALYeaV_4WXOpsg4ZxQnMlhcmbmHNcYilBZPobaN83HWlTV56mK1TFCDB4DexS4Re_n8XywupmTNgpDR3zkKvU9G5bbrU-uGD8XXZjxXdu6fg0GlIN_l7WC8/s320/DSC_0251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670390926565424434" border="0" /></a>Not so much "street style" as it is "dirt road style" and I can't get enough!!!<br />A lovely couple and so authentic.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFB7Gs6xglA1HTkshheym4OMEUbx2RFeZ1BxCIdDjRRgzO-SxCLAOav1tRz6PupoQit6mIHLCSlDfKlNoBcAWQKdYXAe1V4zMrA2rQBXQj_F7CbHfhIhN1nvtiNxpCoySk0IK4tKH7Vp0/s1600/DSC_0256.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFB7Gs6xglA1HTkshheym4OMEUbx2RFeZ1BxCIdDjRRgzO-SxCLAOav1tRz6PupoQit6mIHLCSlDfKlNoBcAWQKdYXAe1V4zMrA2rQBXQj_F7CbHfhIhN1nvtiNxpCoySk0IK4tKH7Vp0/s320/DSC_0256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670390751409521490" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDEjRgFBSqfntUC4p4e2F0ooNf3SSWFr0BCVI7kaIK0HQ3dCfpmOLkDTBVNam01gOwippxCk3hBpF7pBO_qNn18WktRxV-t_ciKxfALFzxNeN3XTNojuapFLyovSeVKkVLR1geUMzj_-4/s1600/DSC_0272.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDEjRgFBSqfntUC4p4e2F0ooNf3SSWFr0BCVI7kaIK0HQ3dCfpmOLkDTBVNam01gOwippxCk3hBpF7pBO_qNn18WktRxV-t_ciKxfALFzxNeN3XTNojuapFLyovSeVKkVLR1geUMzj_-4/s320/DSC_0272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670390529690225314" border="0" /></a>Fierce.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXp1LEP_cbcd12Xj_RWI7bGelvPwRSYUOd069XHRSX7Kb__O986KjJOQNsluyNcJQqPMLuu43KfLvaeYNRWfJ2I463TLmbdKFyeBHr_n28EE4n2QDuwysajkxgc4BxEkexmGX9-McX5Es/s1600/DSC_0276.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXp1LEP_cbcd12Xj_RWI7bGelvPwRSYUOd069XHRSX7Kb__O986KjJOQNsluyNcJQqPMLuu43KfLvaeYNRWfJ2I463TLmbdKFyeBHr_n28EE4n2QDuwysajkxgc4BxEkexmGX9-McX5Es/s320/DSC_0276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670430887828332130" border="0" /></a>I am a truck lover too, and adore anything vintage<br />as far as vehicles are concerned<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">so I had to capture a pic of this lovely creature.<br /></div><br />My cup runneth over!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPleeAyUC5o_U9qAqB8CQAkLjD01H1hMfnEwA90opukj4c_XohETddookH_TawvmT6fv2yO1ws5sKvSy0L1WFY_zhKEwf4OMtoJvhcGVNsH11LNzAa9BapB0EKJSOcoVc2t5Q91-YbAcI/s1600/DSC_0282.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPleeAyUC5o_U9qAqB8CQAkLjD01H1hMfnEwA90opukj4c_XohETddookH_TawvmT6fv2yO1ws5sKvSy0L1WFY_zhKEwf4OMtoJvhcGVNsH11LNzAa9BapB0EKJSOcoVc2t5Q91-YbAcI/s320/DSC_0282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670390189361740754" border="0" /></a>Happy Hambone.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br />*The subtitle of this blog post was taken from the brand Man and Machine (<a href="http://www.man-machine.com/">http://www.man-machine.com/</a>). To give you a quick rundown, Man and Machine is a great little company that makes medical grade, hygienic and liquid resistant keyboards and mice. I had the good fortune to meet and schmooze with the CEO of this company back when I worked in the technology sector in a previous life. This guy is a really cool cat and their products meet the needs of an important niche and are of the highest quality. Also...their branding kills!! Check out the names of their keyboards <a href="http://www.man-machine.com/products/keyboards/really-cool.htm">here </a>and see why this company is "really cool". Why do I jump from tractors to medical grade keyboards, you might ask? I just wanted to give credit where credit is due, since I didn't come up with the phrase "Man and Machine" but did want to use the term in this post since its about (country) men and their (farm tending) machines.<br /><br />xoxo, rrReanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-44746361691601279122011-09-19T19:41:00.001-07:002011-09-19T23:23:21.941-07:00Undead Living, Country Style.<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimOntGY15F7PmhUzSGqeIlmkqWXRjDY-BL6qUlH0bI2BkY3VHpx9jXlztQfaxz_1vpdYmYagh5Wuw1L7qthVnrgKRU-tlf7v2rcaBaAAtmDpVZCRJX_FsniInq9VPFwk6dkfbn0kP0FpY/s1600/IMG_8187.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimOntGY15F7PmhUzSGqeIlmkqWXRjDY-BL6qUlH0bI2BkY3VHpx9jXlztQfaxz_1vpdYmYagh5Wuw1L7qthVnrgKRU-tlf7v2rcaBaAAtmDpVZCRJX_FsniInq9VPFwk6dkfbn0kP0FpY/s320/IMG_8187.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654268940417309522" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I miss my tomato garden. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I reckon </div><div style="text-align: center;">the deer </div><div style="text-align: center;">and peafowl </div><div style="text-align: center;">and foxes </div><div style="text-align: center;">and groundhogs </div><div style="text-align: center;">and chickens </div><div style="text-align: center;">and all the other animals </div><div style="text-align: center;">who helped themselves </div><div style="text-align: center;">miss it too. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh well...at least I'm not the only one. (grrr)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(And yes, that is our "cowpool" in the background, </div><div style="text-align: center;">and yes, those are lawn chairs around it but usually we put them right in the pool.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">We keep it country. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ-yvES_ZV08gHvz7ORjnmWdZvjytp8bU8hVvFutiYTsMCGWNzGiaiwAHuGMbp0jm3IkPKHKnxKnTEWkErdNN559JRof-8Jg239rAqxzIqNTvvsWiILvWyr9OCvhsbU23YumFYLuoakEE/s1600/IMG_8212.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ-yvES_ZV08gHvz7ORjnmWdZvjytp8bU8hVvFutiYTsMCGWNzGiaiwAHuGMbp0jm3IkPKHKnxKnTEWkErdNN559JRof-8Jg239rAqxzIqNTvvsWiILvWyr9OCvhsbU23YumFYLuoakEE/s320/IMG_8212.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654270212109378562" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Strawberry lemonade served in a honey jar. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Not trying to be cool here and no I don't remember the "recipe."</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay, fine...it had lemon guts and strawberry blood in it </div><div style="text-align: center;">and of course diabetes generator sugar </div><div style="text-align: center;">and good old filtered cold-as-it-can-get-without-being-ice--water. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">That's all I got. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And the jar is simply cause its all we drink out of (and not the cool ones like mason jars, oh no!! That's for when we have company over or special occasions) so this was the prettiest one I had clean at the moment and it was huge which I love drinking out of the hugest jars I can find just to be competitive with myself on how much green tea I can drink or whatever....</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Lately we're big on the Party Dip (salsa from TX) jars with the labels still half attached that we really should have just taken straight to the recycling bin but tried to squeeze just a little more life out of them, if ya know what I mean. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Again, keepin' it COUNTRY. </span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3spG-JFI7qm5TFXtJLfl8y8SmdE6atcEwnC85CqzfCkuKVm0w05J9QHIuOXqwul4SbX82XeZ-Tqm5ORYV08thJgIBfSQd-AvFpTTwSGWGOEOWfsLMJEsCQIEZiT-9XIsMmmWrnM_bpmw/s1600/IMG_8170.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3spG-JFI7qm5TFXtJLfl8y8SmdE6atcEwnC85CqzfCkuKVm0w05J9QHIuOXqwul4SbX82XeZ-Tqm5ORYV08thJgIBfSQd-AvFpTTwSGWGOEOWfsLMJEsCQIEZiT-9XIsMmmWrnM_bpmw/s320/IMG_8170.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654272293941654226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Country moms like me can wear a muscle tee and yoga pants to the party. And we don't even really worry about things like store bought cakes or whatever. This happens to be a homemade "Yummy Good Cake" decorated with strawberries, blueberries and ....(wait for it)...blow pops. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Country. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div></div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi450tecGp2Gg0vpT1OSVJam4_bARmJmc5kAiDaJtj9ChDaqRSfzvuQr3dmoJOXgJiY3xiUQochnpJrtbhTHiJTb7YqnT3nr1DXljsqfIlVkRESPC_h_tRJJZquDj8VJlpUwngxK9rWG0o/s1600/IMG_8228.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi450tecGp2Gg0vpT1OSVJam4_bARmJmc5kAiDaJtj9ChDaqRSfzvuQr3dmoJOXgJiY3xiUQochnpJrtbhTHiJTb7YqnT3nr1DXljsqfIlVkRESPC_h_tRJJZquDj8VJlpUwngxK9rWG0o/s320/IMG_8228.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654274750370225298" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">In the country we like to spruce up our 1970s chandeliers </div><div style="text-align: center;">with cobwebs and vintage fishing lures and hooks. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just cause.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just cause we're country, that is. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Turbo Country. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">That's how I'm livin'! ~ rr</div><br /></div>Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-90318324093568969912011-09-09T07:04:00.000-07:002011-09-09T07:54:09.440-07:00Summer Reading for Woman and Child<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz6FLogGsFpPpo5CBwXnA9F-fRS0p6-TZgGZ-v1xD2exkrQziaq0vjJucNL5XkS7xcNvbfkfqEugd5jg9Zfk47onv147awmMe6WQ8uCjNgGqqAr83ED8Wg-x7x4HcFpei5b0JXyFc6jAc/s1600/DSC_0020.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz6FLogGsFpPpo5CBwXnA9F-fRS0p6-TZgGZ-v1xD2exkrQziaq0vjJucNL5XkS7xcNvbfkfqEugd5jg9Zfk47onv147awmMe6WQ8uCjNgGqqAr83ED8Wg-x7x4HcFpei5b0JXyFc6jAc/s320/DSC_0020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650364030178049282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Always.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ1uSNS7oXr_OJ-QWxGzZyoEkYYnfNEpdvGuqxfFUpD6Fuyegmm7p_6FBGMHudhcNvH_oBleXnlntOACFb_I0CkMh73UGHVmt7WFM0VEiiF3IvK8HiFTmM6y9CriTyS9o81sZAWnWkMMI/s1600/DSC_0002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ1uSNS7oXr_OJ-QWxGzZyoEkYYnfNEpdvGuqxfFUpD6Fuyegmm7p_6FBGMHudhcNvH_oBleXnlntOACFb_I0CkMh73UGHVmt7WFM0VEiiF3IvK8HiFTmM6y9CriTyS9o81sZAWnWkMMI/s320/DSC_0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650362784271743810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I miss entertaining</span>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Sedaris Forever!</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg635DW9cHQCpVhvp5WtBzcOV4gxGT8ffSqyjWWDV0hCKoa0D0H40fSOMyEFdkIesBJzKkRkWs7W1nXogKPy3FDVeqKXPBe_MANAiHORjONWdwudy1_K2CzwnuOY8cwNqQSFYe_y9fVcmU/s1600/DSC_0001+%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg635DW9cHQCpVhvp5WtBzcOV4gxGT8ffSqyjWWDV0hCKoa0D0H40fSOMyEFdkIesBJzKkRkWs7W1nXogKPy3FDVeqKXPBe_MANAiHORjONWdwudy1_K2CzwnuOY8cwNqQSFYe_y9fVcmU/s320/DSC_0001+%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650362680712940930" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Viva von Furstenburg! An original "modern woman."</span> </div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3NkUGbDUmWnZkk3vfksoR7hlF20nulGlIBoyBEImGrQK73Ff04BttuO_swBIdxM0GNHINxmYHsb9Re-bftEwM6oe3fTGiSLBxK1C2Fac9vLW5DBCu2puPJYQDrKsPMqTnG0TJXNk-Bpk/s1600/DSC_0009+%25289%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3NkUGbDUmWnZkk3vfksoR7hlF20nulGlIBoyBEImGrQK73Ff04BttuO_swBIdxM0GNHINxmYHsb9Re-bftEwM6oe3fTGiSLBxK1C2Fac9vLW5DBCu2puPJYQDrKsPMqTnG0TJXNk-Bpk/s320/DSC_0009+%25289%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650363265728230434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A family favorite.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfmOKqFyh4U9BzovBVJFsxY_mFucPCXwrx81jyNtOX1mVRVhWeKA4jIcPAC70Gwe3gsSK0ykorJOjImK5tMSRpz1Xt6cMa9wLcO5PD88qrogWahY9DAGdBdZ45u8K2eDaYennYvYLlHhU/s1600/DSC_0011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfmOKqFyh4U9BzovBVJFsxY_mFucPCXwrx81jyNtOX1mVRVhWeKA4jIcPAC70Gwe3gsSK0ykorJOjImK5tMSRpz1Xt6cMa9wLcO5PD88qrogWahY9DAGdBdZ45u8K2eDaYennYvYLlHhU/s320/DSC_0011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650363376371333186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Bullies suck.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuBQYyOY4dJeLBACUy8ZK0QbuhwnwkqHv6h6t9wPFUsM9SNSXU62SAn92wuQRZIGuns_97XBE2ipdqLJaYHBdjRT9qX5HfW0xr2X21EfzfkYKAR0_vSJ49drfgPGZCvvn4YnKHveeTLnI/s1600/DSC_0006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuBQYyOY4dJeLBACUy8ZK0QbuhwnwkqHv6h6t9wPFUsM9SNSXU62SAn92wuQRZIGuns_97XBE2ipdqLJaYHBdjRT9qX5HfW0xr2X21EfzfkYKAR0_vSJ49drfgPGZCvvn4YnKHveeTLnI/s320/DSC_0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650363146155337154" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Richard Scarry is the BEST.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6IDMfirhNCjxiApLGxRM0TFaQRdB2mQwDwoNlXoSTHzbaDfkB9ubu56yiHaGagX2XArU0ke8PIQUJzttUGALUG1Jgrq9VedQG66eV82SSH4D0Gu689En9nuINSGCGqPN2skFbuRXFiy0/s1600/DSC_0005.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6IDMfirhNCjxiApLGxRM0TFaQRdB2mQwDwoNlXoSTHzbaDfkB9ubu56yiHaGagX2XArU0ke8PIQUJzttUGALUG1Jgrq9VedQG66eV82SSH4D0Gu689En9nuINSGCGqPN2skFbuRXFiy0/s320/DSC_0005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650363031618352562" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;">Damn straight we're the Busiest People Ever!</div></span></div><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlbiWNP9y34oRKSoP_y2myNFRY6rdBJexelMKAFAbDIp4aglQ7L4sGq6X16tnwVUf6ZCo0LXXnaswInwXBkUDwG5eut4m-R2NWEjQr8h1-ZKNY0osgz2cN180ZHkPo_zOeP5BZ9zMx5Vs/s1600/DSC_0023.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlbiWNP9y34oRKSoP_y2myNFRY6rdBJexelMKAFAbDIp4aglQ7L4sGq6X16tnwVUf6ZCo0LXXnaswInwXBkUDwG5eut4m-R2NWEjQr8h1-ZKNY0osgz2cN180ZHkPo_zOeP5BZ9zMx5Vs/s320/DSC_0023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650364127755846258" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Another classic from Doris Burn.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgf1uaA18WoiuMai9SevywbruCO2g5p2LtUbDz1Sj7WLuqlwCSPgMTtPOmDH5UOB7CwNVQYRlFgMoExp4nTEBbxjP7DYaaQQl0RdzzkQscn1VngDUPp0rwNRC51jZNcUxceeasbDn20VE/s1600/DSC_0025.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgf1uaA18WoiuMai9SevywbruCO2g5p2LtUbDz1Sj7WLuqlwCSPgMTtPOmDH5UOB7CwNVQYRlFgMoExp4nTEBbxjP7DYaaQQl0RdzzkQscn1VngDUPp0rwNRC51jZNcUxceeasbDn20VE/s320/DSC_0025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650364264743877282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Definitely in the Andrew Henry vein. </div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVWNfD8l_Ky5O-ta2LDxn7w3nEbZhvsZaftfPXtqjTj1fenskrsf3xjq5dr981qOZZ8w77mhXRzyuhQnRj1GgppivV1zZPpexV1ZjFrkk5KZxIHlvOYKZKBtwFqBw1awkhom-CUnkd1-8/s1600/DSC_0027.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVWNfD8l_Ky5O-ta2LDxn7w3nEbZhvsZaftfPXtqjTj1fenskrsf3xjq5dr981qOZZ8w77mhXRzyuhQnRj1GgppivV1zZPpexV1ZjFrkk5KZxIHlvOYKZKBtwFqBw1awkhom-CUnkd1-8/s320/DSC_0027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650364364352308226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I want to live here. </div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEksT5dypK-2IOjhXmrhilbBW76VPeN3pMttrqBnnZpWkxc7jBbkkhjwNKuMIMwUFJW2LexSMgqFVMHfw7kK5lFf-wq40sX1zhlIcHT95PldXFlT9ctmqaAx3PIhYuekP_SFtOE-Y89Co/s1600/DSC_0028.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEksT5dypK-2IOjhXmrhilbBW76VPeN3pMttrqBnnZpWkxc7jBbkkhjwNKuMIMwUFJW2LexSMgqFVMHfw7kK5lFf-wq40sX1zhlIcHT95PldXFlT9ctmqaAx3PIhYuekP_SFtOE-Y89Co/s320/DSC_0028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650364468576637602" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kids being kids.</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf896k26GBF90M9YNP_bfDZqKCqnXQhWyiiU8PGujqhVTjoLoBiEUMxwkG5_XMQ6SyzHNJM-qjsNJobcK4lQrnrTsA9w7bCxWJ7Ypgsk8zyLLeBMIkm48zfMcPiQR0cYXfepv8SjA3L_0/s1600/DSC_0029.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf896k26GBF90M9YNP_bfDZqKCqnXQhWyiiU8PGujqhVTjoLoBiEUMxwkG5_XMQ6SyzHNJM-qjsNJobcK4lQrnrTsA9w7bCxWJ7Ypgsk8zyLLeBMIkm48zfMcPiQR0cYXfepv8SjA3L_0/s320/DSC_0029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650364563691319442" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Perfect.</div><div><br /><br /></div></div></div>Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-43245913402258984702011-09-03T13:08:00.001-07:002011-09-03T21:02:13.641-07:00Back on the Wag
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<br />Not that anyone really cares but I am really trying hard to get myself to write more. I am pretty busy/distracted right now in my life, but also I can be quite lazy when I do get a free second (that's what its for, right*!?!) which makes for a bad mix with writing. Just taking a second to write helps me clear my head sometimes so I must try to do it more selfishly and not care what any of you might think. That is, any one of you 3-7 people in my family or friends circle that read this blog. Look at me---damn, I went there. I sound like Fantastic Mr. Fox talking about his column.<div>
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<br /><a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSj6LMNWjq7SRFSZbEtI0li0UHiSqH9r0wiHgCU28KMEERXhgpwFA" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 164px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSj6LMNWjq7SRFSZbEtI0li0UHiSqH9r0wiHgCU28KMEERXhgpwFA" border="0" alt="" /></a>
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<br />God I love that movie.
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<br />And dadgummit if it isn't a totally accurate depiction of foxes as it turns out. Well I mean in personality, looks and swagger. Sure, FMF is a bit more on the urbane side. I'm not gonna lie: Our foxes are country as hell, travel in packs, don't articulate quite as clearly and they are naked every time I see them. With fat squirrel tails.</div><div>
<br />We have a couple that sometimes hangs out in our backyard and when they make an appearance we are so fixated on them we stop what we're doing, usually me at the sink sandblasting the egg yolk off the breakfast plates, kids at the table or the other window trying to peer out and watch these guys sit there and lazily lick themselves and scratch their ears. We are hooked. </div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHzxKLH1ycPl5mcH0qRXtHGgLS1fxqfdZiM-3jeYAp0rms5r73ZGAq3HsUfm3ElSmbw52oZaBujpa8nxwaLEnotIbq8Ww-zxX1LmP5IqXPaiLnq2sY4SkchZm2bBqEMISTsx5SZj6v7M8/s1600/IMG_8266.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHzxKLH1ycPl5mcH0qRXtHGgLS1fxqfdZiM-3jeYAp0rms5r73ZGAq3HsUfm3ElSmbw52oZaBujpa8nxwaLEnotIbq8Ww-zxX1LmP5IqXPaiLnq2sY4SkchZm2bBqEMISTsx5SZj6v7M8/s320/IMG_8266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648335439768211602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">"Crazy like a me</span>!"</div>
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<br />Poor things look sort of mangy sometimes but still super cute and the coolest color red with some black white and gold highlights cause he's a Commodore or something, I dunno. I love anything with an Italian Greyhound looking body, a cat head and a squirrel bordering on ferret tail.It's such a cool hybrid! God totally rocked it out on this one! (air guitar)
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGawF9Hsow9QyYDYztfL2ygmnvOL-jl67M7URZL3eFaus8yuA3GWFbkXUVZQc0sYEhiBA1nHXBPNgujnQaFIzEnt4bCPa6UWZiDacDuEF62i1Q7Y_ng-3rj3HHdLgeMwr8pu4qjM7iaj0/s1600/IMG_8264.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGawF9Hsow9QyYDYztfL2ygmnvOL-jl67M7URZL3eFaus8yuA3GWFbkXUVZQc0sYEhiBA1nHXBPNgujnQaFIzEnt4bCPa6UWZiDacDuEF62i1Q7Y_ng-3rj3HHdLgeMwr8pu4qjM7iaj0/s320/IMG_8264.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648335968613883458" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >These pics were taken through our kitchen window so not as clear </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >and he wasn't really doing anything but chillin. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Cause he's a foxxxx</span>.</div></span></div><div>
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<br /></div><div>He's pretty dwarfed by our overgrown grape arbor as you can see in the above picture, for reference. </div><div>(yah yah, there is an old grape arbor on the property that needs mega maintenance and restoration. Dang. ...I'll get to it, I'll get to it...It's on the "to do" list right after "Get back into wine making" and right before "tap our maple trees for syrup"....sheessh. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>You know...it sucks sometimes being in such a cool world with so many choices of rad and fun things you have to choose from cause you can't do it all. If you can't get my Louis bite, check <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8r1CZTLk-Gk">this.</a>..</div><div>
<br /></div><div>God I love that man.
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<br /><a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ1YRm58Rgzhq8TgYADjnRAjQPfx7MNlyKbfkhMLIx8N4QxNMDS" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 195px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQ1YRm58Rgzhq8TgYADjnRAjQPfx7MNlyKbfkhMLIx8N4QxNMDS" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Yummy.</span></div>
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<br /></div><div> Anyway, back to our <a href="http://grupthinkpro.s3.amazonaws.com/grupthinklive450d78b97fdc31cd14706ed692084523">WYLD</a> FOXES!! </div><div>
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJT7dxuJ3_e6SIXv18IJW45-DHElVqqkSnhtgmqpPYygR-qOTYaiNYltygDmqBngfkKcGRBEs_K1FkDpqJStHpAizynFquP-GkSMPfemQSiTsmCm5PTsFHb5yvpPgi9dGh6jNe7IT__I/s1600/IMG_8269.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJT7dxuJ3_e6SIXv18IJW45-DHElVqqkSnhtgmqpPYygR-qOTYaiNYltygDmqBngfkKcGRBEs_K1FkDpqJStHpAizynFquP-GkSMPfemQSiTsmCm5PTsFHb5yvpPgi9dGh6jNe7IT__I/s320/IMG_8269.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648342829697565026" /></a>From this angle he looks perched on the wood but in reality that is our deck and he's clearly in the grass way behind it. Couldn't get any better than this cause his wily butt jetted off after spotting me. The puss.
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<br />I love watching them run away not knowing we are their biggest fans and would never hurt them. The picture I am posting is super bad but its the closest I could get and then one of them ran off and the other waited a second, saw me and jetted. It was such a kick in the groin cause I was trying to get a picture of them in the wild, not through my window, so I went out of my deck door to take the shot when he spotted me. Wily fella. I went and took a random snack of fruit and nuts to Reuben's memorial stone which was close to their hangout and set it there as a snack cause I found out they like that stuff. So I'm trying to provide for the little guys. I'm into it.</div><div>
<br /> <div>Check out our friendly fox. </div><div>
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<br /></div><div>xoxo, rr</div>Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-54537042075988636332011-07-20T22:21:00.003-07:002011-07-20T22:53:11.049-07:00Reality Checks Bite (Cross Stitch Wisdom)<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Let me help yo<span class="Apple-style-span" >u read this rad cross-stitch by typing it out below, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >because "Altho" I did my best to zoom in, its still hard as heck to read. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >"Altho You'll find our house a mess, come in-- sit down converse. </span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >It doesn't always look like this, sometimes--its even worse.</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Welcome To Our Country Home"</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></b></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMqdvBAsrgwoamWNTwRtzERAjngZagxb_2zYTt-UqiH2MpZxCFz-QAzRD7R4Y342fGUDFlmEHZ2APSplc0F-pG75Oov8YGHqBszw_GgRka92ZQxL0KwZAKPKHezph0XoxZcl0f06KaJFo/s1600/DSC_0628.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMqdvBAsrgwoamWNTwRtzERAjngZagxb_2zYTt-UqiH2MpZxCFz-QAzRD7R4Y342fGUDFlmEHZ2APSplc0F-pG75Oov8YGHqBszw_GgRka92ZQxL0KwZAKPKHezph0XoxZcl0f06KaJFo/s320/DSC_0628.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631671750231705042" /></a><br /><div>Not that I couldn't cross stitch the you-know-what out of this design (if I had the time), I can't actually take credit for this amazing albeit hard to read specimen. Well I can take credit a little bit, but not for making it. The person who made it or perhaps a traitorous relative or possibly lunatic but well meaning friend discarded it while helping the owner tidy up and I do use that word on purpose. <i>Discarded</i>. Because even thrift stores have dumpsters in the back lot (dadgummed rich ass country of ours) so you never know where your amazing and rootin' tootin' radical homemade artifact you so lovingly "donated" could end up. Someone spent some time and definitely some wit on this bad boy. Love it and love everything the two owls stand for. (whatever, birds, I ain't no naturalist!). Seriously though,dude...this could have ended up in the trash, dadgummit!!! And (speaking of biting), to nibble Raul Malo, "what a cryin' shame" cause its just so TUFF and so quaintly and unabashedly honest, isn't it?<div><br /><div>Pure wisdom, too! Love and yet honesty. It says, "Welcome to my dump, don't say anything about the dishes piled in the sink." Not all of us in the south are belles. I mean, of course, I am, but I'm still an icy hot mess on a warm winter's day, as you have probably figured out by now. <div><br /></div><div>And bless this mess. </div><div><br /></div><div>Bless it hard. <span class="Apple-style-span" >(everyone say Amen!)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >luyu...rr<br /></span><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div>Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-46748395049118498622011-07-20T00:28:00.001-07:002011-07-20T00:40:32.619-07:00Fairy God Room Service-person (Let's see if this works.....)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUyHpMKv2hHlGMCu1p74nebK6vhgRd4UPql1bvE1VrKsvWO-AdLb5kH0kSgFW_8zWPrh2QpU_99bsE1u0LYB_f_qnzoQDLBTjTIDRAiKiTD11x1UkJo8WG4lhO-TKpeo7musGf4AsQq2Q/s1600/DSC_0106.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUyHpMKv2hHlGMCu1p74nebK6vhgRd4UPql1bvE1VrKsvWO-AdLb5kH0kSgFW_8zWPrh2QpU_99bsE1u0LYB_f_qnzoQDLBTjTIDRAiKiTD11x1UkJo8WG4lhO-TKpeo7musGf4AsQq2Q/s320/DSC_0106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631334028622939618" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/herbed-baked-eggs-recipe2/index.html">This</a> is what I want to eat tomorrow*<div>But I don't want to have to cook it. <div><br /></div><div><br /><div>Just putting it out there in case the Universe wants to make it happen. (closing eyes violently wishfully and doing trademarked "Bewitched" nose twitch.)</div><div><br /></div><div>God Bless Elizabeth Montgomery. She made it look so easy. </div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>luyu,</div><div>rr</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >*well later this morning seeing as how its around 2am right now. So I guess I answered my own question. Of course this won't work. I got the order in too late! </span></div>Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-86441332140559119582011-07-13T07:43:00.000-07:002011-07-14T23:10:29.347-07:00Icy Hot Mess: A series of self revealing photographic dry heaves. (cause you gotta start somewhere)<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7YZmkeZBjge4jCgafEEvo3mBGpKP9aqB-PSdhMtAf-GReoVL7hlc9qufToJGUAGnq3SW5sjZ2F_MC8GfaBsXBh-YSvmnGnM1p0XOHuUrJiwf2wahqDZAquj-WdnFneDZl6qMsri1ANvU/s1600/DSC_0586.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7YZmkeZBjge4jCgafEEvo3mBGpKP9aqB-PSdhMtAf-GReoVL7hlc9qufToJGUAGnq3SW5sjZ2F_MC8GfaBsXBh-YSvmnGnM1p0XOHuUrJiwf2wahqDZAquj-WdnFneDZl6qMsri1ANvU/s320/DSC_0586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629422526200300338" border="0" /></a>Even a unicorn can't sit on her laurels anymore.<br /><br />She's gotta have like 19 pieces of flair, some ornamental peacock feathers to infer swag,<br />a bowtie made of money, a tutu and a sheriff badge (or somethin'.)<br /><br />The horn is just the bare minimum.<br /><br />Even extinct and fantasy animals have to put their best hoof forward.<br />It's 2011 and things have changed. No more free rides.<br /></div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieWSkCgNdA-PfRcOXpGaZE-heHa1NVGB2lwE5xQsIJSjtw381U5h0z8sgWFJM1zoOo6m0_aKM25TBl9n5QqXNh-IeU8kcbGknBqa8o7jgbnRmAZ5EdtTXNlpbPuUscJNDl1MD-NxcFn-Y/s1600/DSC_0560.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_twWgHyo9W-cZVuTqVIEw5-Z3AVPZS74evOMbAeE3W_gqiqvX4uOLxkJp7eKHwAtqx3AQCSalkYoebTpciWLH6VOI3BIsRhgpVwBrN3YRhwT4qT8E7UmpVVKABzrtttfyvc6qeZ3-2Lk/s1600/DSC_0560.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_twWgHyo9W-cZVuTqVIEw5-Z3AVPZS74evOMbAeE3W_gqiqvX4uOLxkJp7eKHwAtqx3AQCSalkYoebTpciWLH6VOI3BIsRhgpVwBrN3YRhwT4qT8E7UmpVVKABzrtttfyvc6qeZ3-2Lk/s320/DSC_0560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629426374389529810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Pinny<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is Pinny.<br />Pinny the Pinata.<br /><br />Pinny is my most loyal fake mascot.<br /><br />She never talks back, she's always smiling<br />and her hair only fades into a cuter and paler pink each year.<br /><br />So she gets to stay.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioNqapS4mFH3ki2wvstqgu7WFluCCGCtiiJrsHFQX9Jc1rsXhq_8S-VrdJAS3DR-gWJB_a0BOjfbuQ4gTj7bJdrOtNeIvtdwdvfbE3uQ8kiPTlDH9xCnZOVV3dKWDIBK40T3BPiIUU4BE/s1600/DSC_0558.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioNqapS4mFH3ki2wvstqgu7WFluCCGCtiiJrsHFQX9Jc1rsXhq_8S-VrdJAS3DR-gWJB_a0BOjfbuQ4gTj7bJdrOtNeIvtdwdvfbE3uQ8kiPTlDH9xCnZOVV3dKWDIBK40T3BPiIUU4BE/s320/DSC_0558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629420609002001298" border="0" /></a>What can I say?<br />It just needed that little somethin' extra.<br /><br />And that somethin' was red paint made to look like blood.<br /><br />Sorry, I just think these nursury animals looked creepy without it!!!<br /><br />(Trust me on this one)<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdnA_9f-oeKEgoKzlIylHsNlOHAmUuIzmyMMh5SPZjn7fajRPRjDYFm0gSBjAjZsuyyt4FesWPpY6oYnnfbneLJbrGSmbl7DoVjrZ32gOlvcykM9zvldpjk1m448KvKoFBHiGba2fqm0s/s1600/DSC_0557.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdnA_9f-oeKEgoKzlIylHsNlOHAmUuIzmyMMh5SPZjn7fajRPRjDYFm0gSBjAjZsuyyt4FesWPpY6oYnnfbneLJbrGSmbl7DoVjrZ32gOlvcykM9zvldpjk1m448KvKoFBHiGba2fqm0s/s320/DSC_0557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629419422098943602" border="0" /></a>Got crafts needin' tendin'<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwzRlSfBfYBc4KTNUqMFHywVksOOJDBtHWpV-zEuSEApMyDi5LWxdkjZXz_qfvhRmGjrXN7s0mhmazR-sqeZ7JDSyY66wuFX27Kz8iH3WFatiWlYoCzPsvxkG-Ly6hwRUMmcCYoOi1LFc/s1600/DSC_0562.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwzRlSfBfYBc4KTNUqMFHywVksOOJDBtHWpV-zEuSEApMyDi5LWxdkjZXz_qfvhRmGjrXN7s0mhmazR-sqeZ7JDSyY66wuFX27Kz8iH3WFatiWlYoCzPsvxkG-Ly6hwRUMmcCYoOi1LFc/s320/DSC_0562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629431327076371106" border="0" /></a>Got clothes needin' mendin'<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgckl77Lj2SgQw9QqKCK5PE8f3RNO4FlJxuLkSAny5Kk7TpBWuTWnTqQgvL8FBysyBv2zAEkAN3CVM_q9yf06RuwZ9_kaN3Z_uk71uQrjhpV9zx0U_CrMky4K-rBvo9AKTWeqKD6eU5c6U/s1600/DSC_0895.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgckl77Lj2SgQw9QqKCK5PE8f3RNO4FlJxuLkSAny5Kk7TpBWuTWnTqQgvL8FBysyBv2zAEkAN3CVM_q9yf06RuwZ9_kaN3Z_uk71uQrjhpV9zx0U_CrMky4K-rBvo9AKTWeqKD6eU5c6U/s320/DSC_0895.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629418642150576658" border="0" /></a>Got some vehicles needin' fixin'<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3iuDw6-kqVFvoeaPmiCRBQqMVqEJnDk055UTnOi6jiG4PS4186laT_jPHCSKp1OegsX0XIE943Zx0nChdCbEx-PhZk1YeLzgmm_8K_cZ_VCJ9NFJjlZHWtF4qhjv239Va2hyWYQwVzqQ/s1600/DSC_0561.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3iuDw6-kqVFvoeaPmiCRBQqMVqEJnDk055UTnOi6jiG4PS4186laT_jPHCSKp1OegsX0XIE943Zx0nChdCbEx-PhZk1YeLzgmm_8K_cZ_VCJ9NFJjlZHWtF4qhjv239Va2hyWYQwVzqQ/s320/DSC_0561.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629421088257447010" border="0" /></a>And some stuff needin' listin'<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi62jMsoM53y6nP6NLv2IEJ2pw4tq_4Zkbm6PKXbvUmPnIIgNyHcR2Nnfv0OhnM1_N6fi77RlNSSsVTIsYIssMZI9K6r51AyMD9dSHxg8lBdwMZrPpyMvc9d6Woz10bTwsSGXAAxqqhEv0/s1600/DSC_0565.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi62jMsoM53y6nP6NLv2IEJ2pw4tq_4Zkbm6PKXbvUmPnIIgNyHcR2Nnfv0OhnM1_N6fi77RlNSSsVTIsYIssMZI9K6r51AyMD9dSHxg8lBdwMZrPpyMvc9d6Woz10bTwsSGXAAxqqhEv0/s320/DSC_0565.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629421850677944722" border="0" /></a>Downstairs windows need some washin'<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj60mxisStVGnbR7Zh-flDeUfpTKCckb9clRjtTUDH-jT-LJxmBsNMKmP5qB1ppOsg2HXR0fZiaU-fKVUyvgcb-PtavCDk9XQpi8dnqMI5pT3itwsSm7kFRo4arJ6HRiMxFI0q3fK7BD8I/s1600/DSC_0602.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj60mxisStVGnbR7Zh-flDeUfpTKCckb9clRjtTUDH-jT-LJxmBsNMKmP5qB1ppOsg2HXR0fZiaU-fKVUyvgcb-PtavCDk9XQpi8dnqMI5pT3itwsSm7kFRo4arJ6HRiMxFI0q3fK7BD8I/s320/DSC_0602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629431998877315122" border="0" /></a>And some shoes need some *tossin'!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySWF4v5D9fn4-Xbfy9fjDSKjQY_ikyaU41wr0NEuIe-hZbwhBJ4SqEecwpTe0zpvW2xWEGr54AoC-iWZGEqGb53PYmyJwtyBIA8G2xzFrJ5kXZCR4fWNyr43uEuLNCgmMssN_FuPi5Fg/s1600/DSC_0696.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySWF4v5D9fn4-Xbfy9fjDSKjQY_ikyaU41wr0NEuIe-hZbwhBJ4SqEecwpTe0zpvW2xWEGr54AoC-iWZGEqGb53PYmyJwtyBIA8G2xzFrJ5kXZCR4fWNyr43uEuLNCgmMssN_FuPi5Fg/s320/DSC_0696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628858067663622626" border="0" /></a>We've moved past this being a Traditional or even (dare I say) Contemporary "hot mess."<br />This one is ICY hot.<br /><br /><br />And it glides right on.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">ttyl.<br />.rr<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;">*not my shoes, yours. Specifically those old nasty flip flops you got!<br />Buy some of <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/FatRolls">mine</a>!!! (you know you're curious).</span><br /></div><br /></div></div>Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-16125964838112549332011-07-11T07:55:00.001-07:002011-07-11T21:48:38.110-07:00City Snakes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRLKUJMRSIWht_rlwwojbHDbR6hyphenhyphenWwcdD6ElZRRIigH8TB_X84al44FrUpLewA-lEENRb4N4jS0lnwvRu3oJzN8rtLST3JQvgIwliw9irSnritNKhRMcCvudYJBBaXz38nsJk2-37HbGY/s1600/DSC_0192.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRLKUJMRSIWht_rlwwojbHDbR6hyphenhyphenWwcdD6ElZRRIigH8TB_X84al44FrUpLewA-lEENRb4N4jS0lnwvRu3oJzN8rtLST3JQvgIwliw9irSnritNKhRMcCvudYJBBaXz38nsJk2-37HbGY/s320/DSC_0192.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628108889332547122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Big City Snakes on the Scene </div><div style="text-align: center;">trying to distinguish themselves </div><div style="text-align: center;">from the wolf pack</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg64ddHODBcR-XvA_T0bEQFb0uE8p125oRz6paeiYW25JcEhurUL4IUQJLM4vczHYt2cSH-95mGDPug2hHkhyphenhyphenX0jGOpe51oBB1kIsNOyqIskRa0XpullL9W1r8gZlep0MDr_30Z3S3QBHg/s1600/DSC_0210.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg64ddHODBcR-XvA_T0bEQFb0uE8p125oRz6paeiYW25JcEhurUL4IUQJLM4vczHYt2cSH-95mGDPug2hHkhyphenhyphenX0jGOpe51oBB1kIsNOyqIskRa0XpullL9W1r8gZlep0MDr_30Z3S3QBHg/s320/DSC_0210.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628314923005568290" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">Colorful mob of urban serpents </div><div style="text-align: center;">flies into an impromptu mosh pit</div><div style="text-align: center;">and balance is restored. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_0Hi2A1AgioWETUGy_xhGOMo2glliZygLMPFygoz7bd0NrInWwZMERW9-WvO1GOlVKuKVfe37STYzjzbIMMFC_YmtB_gZsA8u_u7orulGE2Nrxws1iHWRvSQl53-FoOjEAFL1A4_IViM/s1600/DSC_0204.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_0Hi2A1AgioWETUGy_xhGOMo2glliZygLMPFygoz7bd0NrInWwZMERW9-WvO1GOlVKuKVfe37STYzjzbIMMFC_YmtB_gZsA8u_u7orulGE2Nrxws1iHWRvSQl53-FoOjEAFL1A4_IViM/s320/DSC_0204.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628314319057758482" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Individuals in a Kaleidoscope of Standouts</div><div style="text-align: center;">all experiencing the Irony of</div><div style="text-align: center;">Blowin Up in the Big City</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd2pEn1KSNHq0CguuZ-1w-ctlRc8D5C5uG2vE0HA4glfznPYoozvUz466Y535Necajjfoy-X-UBTze69IUvZgcJpKj-z24PxbpLYWnuOaZRwuo3NLIfZfjD_xWY7HbExpIyy63AmtoHqY/s1600/DSC_0192.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd2pEn1KSNHq0CguuZ-1w-ctlRc8D5C5uG2vE0HA4glfznPYoozvUz466Y535Necajjfoy-X-UBTze69IUvZgcJpKj-z24PxbpLYWnuOaZRwuo3NLIfZfjD_xWY7HbExpIyy63AmtoHqY/s320/DSC_0192.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628313506564276466" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Names<span class="Apple-style-span"> (and other l</span><span class="Apple-style-span">abels)</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span>become illegible </div><div style="text-align: center;">and the Individual colors compliment the Group </div><div style="text-align: center;">spotlighting No One and yet Everyone. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Let it be seen and known as of this day. </div><div>Snakeskin flesh is on the way. </div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo, rr</div>Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-68303126987773977712011-07-06T22:10:00.000-07:002011-07-11T21:54:26.659-07:00Country Snakes<div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_FzZLl0xs3Fq2TABOaExS3TTuAPwqvNNnXDWRXo53NZQb5td5lmA7AgdzmErxYyl8uZdFbhnlwH5ykHv2J5aj9y3F52bJUWGifnzdO9VRCOfKPjCPFxwm2sQUS8cKP2-FAZuWG0nMe6M/s1600/DSC_1088.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_FzZLl0xs3Fq2TABOaExS3TTuAPwqvNNnXDWRXo53NZQb5td5lmA7AgdzmErxYyl8uZdFbhnlwH5ykHv2J5aj9y3F52bJUWGifnzdO9VRCOfKPjCPFxwm2sQUS8cKP2-FAZuWG0nMe6M/s320/DSC_1088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628104323302898594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Orion meets one of the neighborhood serpents. No biggie. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Just what country boys do in the summertime. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div><br /></div></div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-G_i2S5iT8MwxX7c_gajNCh7E8tqhNY0-1JvdDsRPkzQFYIlHCXYGvX8TLQQ9ydEM8Wuy7SkBDV5Kz2akGfYd6MJupC3rL2IixhDuj5f_S_DojYs-nN3EdXUkB5Dlj6RVN9YC2-YIWEA/s1600/DSC_1090.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-G_i2S5iT8MwxX7c_gajNCh7E8tqhNY0-1JvdDsRPkzQFYIlHCXYGvX8TLQQ9ydEM8Wuy7SkBDV5Kz2akGfYd6MJupC3rL2IixhDuj5f_S_DojYs-nN3EdXUkB5Dlj6RVN9YC2-YIWEA/s320/DSC_1090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628104743867952386" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Could I be any paler? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">(But with nice muscles)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9g6msKPAD-j4Mh2Tjnys6iK-LrIZ3ghfexcSF4laVyGMspQTIj41GBUHO-tmikOfLuxbSCzqZ_nvSECiM0sE3K8TPOdcLRQQSPpnoaDkSbDrr2l1ZSUgjRDpcCsDvnvGfQQqQkVRZ8iY/s1600/DSC_1092.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9g6msKPAD-j4Mh2Tjnys6iK-LrIZ3ghfexcSF4laVyGMspQTIj41GBUHO-tmikOfLuxbSCzqZ_nvSECiM0sE3K8TPOdcLRQQSPpnoaDkSbDrr2l1ZSUgjRDpcCsDvnvGfQQqQkVRZ8iY/s320/DSC_1092.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628105170052725954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The transition is the most important part here. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Not smiling for the camera obviously.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP7ivmgipIBSvBO6nfAvu2W5zBaquq1u-TriYFqcmS_h0QuJUgYGaM9IbFz4kR_8mebp25uTqd8VXIb1bYQVi-x3m-XoIDhuiMDFYlRZMLZFnQ5dBZ1tmB6_kpBi3rMajPCMG0dFAqh1o/s1600/DSC_1093.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP7ivmgipIBSvBO6nfAvu2W5zBaquq1u-TriYFqcmS_h0QuJUgYGaM9IbFz4kR_8mebp25uTqd8VXIb1bYQVi-x3m-XoIDhuiMDFYlRZMLZFnQ5dBZ1tmB6_kpBi3rMajPCMG0dFAqh1o/s320/DSC_1093.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628105586120584386" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Check it out! And I'm not even flexing in this picture!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">(or wearing makeup, obviously)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">By the way, love the one work glove and one dish glove in these pictures. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I was in the middle of scrubbing out our recycling bins (ew) so I had to take a quick break to check out the snake my dad found on our property. Just a typical day in the country. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></div><div></div>Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-64689963998847675222011-06-27T21:54:00.001-07:002011-07-04T10:25:16.255-07:00Rolls at Roo--- Part Two<div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpwaSLLKGaQFUOH0WlK4wtiN439a28K4MprA3C_gYvSGXzqHnEJji5Dt41XMFf3nCEx9oD44ncS6c71jmgmRqlC9MZn4vSpOYE8NmcTiCkjHgBs9mpeX9nPE7hyfYEU69yJw0OGebDwyw/s1600/DSC_0044.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpwaSLLKGaQFUOH0WlK4wtiN439a28K4MprA3C_gYvSGXzqHnEJji5Dt41XMFf3nCEx9oD44ncS6c71jmgmRqlC9MZn4vSpOYE8NmcTiCkjHgBs9mpeX9nPE7hyfYEU69yJw0OGebDwyw/s320/DSC_0044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625358389784731650" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Loretta Lynn's sign (cause that was it from my vantage point)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> but man did the top of her hair look gooooood. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">No pictures of Elson's show but I did break away from "work" to see Karen Elson play and also the great Loretta Lynn. In both instances I was so far away since I just rolled up (no pun intended) and so the best I got was this one picture at Loretta's show and I am sad to say I couldn't even get a picture with her in it. With my height being what it is, I was barely able to see the top of her coiffure but what I did see was mighty fine. Karen rocked it too, big surprise. Local girl makes good. (music)</div><div><br /></div><div>But if you do want to see some stunning pictures of Ms.Elson please check out <a href="http://undertheguise.com/2011/06/17/3655/">these</a> rad pictures here by Heidi Jewell of <a href="http://undertheguise.com/">Under The Guise</a>, another local girl making good. (pics) </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK87Wz-C3qN2lq-IWGRZP40-c3-3Y4AACAyL-Qv6KGkEmY0fixgWj6tqj43pSN2AHWHWQ4yd8__F59kiYVslUs6fdgMeyWtysJg4kVSuRGkgpFk9XN-0JaA-gY4GfY8EspEl7BN6_P6PQ/s1600/DSC_0004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK87Wz-C3qN2lq-IWGRZP40-c3-3Y4AACAyL-Qv6KGkEmY0fixgWj6tqj43pSN2AHWHWQ4yd8__F59kiYVslUs6fdgMeyWtysJg4kVSuRGkgpFk9XN-0JaA-gY4GfY8EspEl7BN6_P6PQ/s320/DSC_0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625357290155783106" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">"What the f**k is a Fat Roll?!" -Lewis Black </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Highlight of the whole week unquestionably was meeting Lewis Black and Kathleen Madigan. They were across the way and my sister motioned them over and I guess curiosity got the best of them with our signage so they strolled over with video camera person in tow. They were gracious enough to let us get our picture taken with them, which I will cherish forever even though I look caked with dirt because I was. I'm also wearing my favorite vintage shirt which is the t-shirt from the Cyndi Lauper concert I went to in 4th grade in 1987. ish. Kathleen commented on it and I told them the story of how Cyndi ended the show by climbing into a metal garbage can which was then lifted up into the air and over the crowd while she sang.</div><div style="text-align: left;">And that the Bangles opened for her. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What can I say? </div><div style="text-align: left;">They needed to know. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We met them on Thursday evening and it was our slowest sales day but that pretty much made me feel like a total player so I didn't give a crap that my pockets were full of lint. You can't pay for stuff like that. It was so incredible. Must add that quote to my requested engravings for my tombstone. Right next to the one Mike Judge gave me in the form of a pretty significant compliment when he told me I was "funnier than average." That was about a year or more ago and it still makes me want to die* just so my family can commence with the chiseling and I can face all my friends out. Yeah, I'll be laughing all the way to the bank. The big bank in the sky. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">ttyl</div><div style="text-align: left;">xoxo, c</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">*Painlessly and with a lot of glory, please. </div><div style="text-align: left;">* Just kidding, please disregard this. I was trying to be shocking and funny and it doesn't reflect my true state of mind regarding my EOL plans. In other words, I don't want to die just so I can face out my friends by having a tricked out tombstone. </div>Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-24385702800931204962011-06-22T08:03:00.000-07:002011-06-27T22:42:23.381-07:00Rolls at Roo- Part One<div style="text-align: center;">The Booth by Day.....<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF6p2zAu8L8e_aLnimlnrpy9sz9zo2vz4d_Ozo3CMLMfOgg6sUWF7xZz-vJh1hWUv2-gDkPCYMM-rff83jF9TWpD3nzq7ExtNeO5-nuCL2QGDEqJ9ZO9s0cU-5tPHCw93ijISIIpbJIjQ/s1600/DSC_0002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF6p2zAu8L8e_aLnimlnrpy9sz9zo2vz4d_Ozo3CMLMfOgg6sUWF7xZz-vJh1hWUv2-gDkPCYMM-rff83jF9TWpD3nzq7ExtNeO5-nuCL2QGDEqJ9ZO9s0cU-5tPHCw93ijISIIpbJIjQ/s320/DSC_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621061268424799154" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We didn't come here to work!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOe-DUeG4lQi2fmhzcXTduyPb4Qu_1s_QRy_knzHjNksGqgZ46-4_eeqdqwfmDIVXhSuKRQinN2cir5xgf6DfIZFcJVx2MQpN9NeQDe7lpRLxI806HjJ9msmGRk0VDjYcdsocaKXaFPCk/s1600/DSC_0031.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOe-DUeG4lQi2fmhzcXTduyPb4Qu_1s_QRy_knzHjNksGqgZ46-4_eeqdqwfmDIVXhSuKRQinN2cir5xgf6DfIZFcJVx2MQpN9NeQDe7lpRLxI806HjJ9msmGRk0VDjYcdsocaKXaFPCk/s320/DSC_0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623137002778282114" border="0" /></a>Check out my 70s lawn chairs and my $4 stool I repainted to fit in with our branding colors. That's all the work I was trying to do here. Just set up these chairs so I could sit my butt down in this heat.<br /><br />Seriously.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwj3DTHrLhJRPSbp1ueROOeDTqE3_m7nurep3KGW3Bm0bzUZ9Ssz8TBLaO2xK-LFPRSWXqQzgSogXptP9Ixl24F6vb6cWp8g8SU71dBC5u9haFlR1wcN8gG1qFJTO0hRBZ5udmF9CYEgY/s1600/DSC_0039.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwj3DTHrLhJRPSbp1ueROOeDTqE3_m7nurep3KGW3Bm0bzUZ9Ssz8TBLaO2xK-LFPRSWXqQzgSogXptP9Ixl24F6vb6cWp8g8SU71dBC5u9haFlR1wcN8gG1qFJTO0hRBZ5udmF9CYEgY/s320/DSC_0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623137526441392274" border="0" /></a>The vintage accordion style paper flower streamers were a huge hit. One chick was so in awe of them and asked had I made them and her amazement made me really want to lie and say "yes."<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtG4-FUx8PnkDaiE5-ICFIOEREwM9Lvl8p7suu8OA5V-LKloWs54IFVBkHb5KUhefKP73oz3B3lO8JORFlGyJ83edC-kzsw3E_gbsh3mj7RVKXQot902kMUZajTDKBxpy-WkE2GwB3BaQ/s1600/DSC_0008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtG4-FUx8PnkDaiE5-ICFIOEREwM9Lvl8p7suu8OA5V-LKloWs54IFVBkHb5KUhefKP73oz3B3lO8JORFlGyJ83edC-kzsw3E_gbsh3mj7RVKXQot902kMUZajTDKBxpy-WkE2GwB3BaQ/s320/DSC_0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621062887519667106" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This fella wanted a picture of him holding the bird and I wanted to take one as well. </div><div style="text-align: center;">So it all worked out. </div><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8H34umcT3HBMznoGwB26VCuEiz1oEAjxh1uL-36k5pP1CGZ4s4ACsWdpTlE84h-yxHLhOcMehcIbP4Xg5NwbEMNJGhX7zCEb9338JUW9TAVUy4GIVXEonwZzZKHL1BfA6m-SgknOTV1g/s1600/DSC_0010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8H34umcT3HBMznoGwB26VCuEiz1oEAjxh1uL-36k5pP1CGZ4s4ACsWdpTlE84h-yxHLhOcMehcIbP4Xg5NwbEMNJGhX7zCEb9338JUW9TAVUy4GIVXEonwZzZKHL1BfA6m-SgknOTV1g/s320/DSC_0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621063397566248770" border="0" /></a>Total Chick Magnet<br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYa5R1TApTGU_ewDI9BCgVS6pPYr-pdocav_2UkmtMH9O3QN6L8pddFCCR8_lzTdB7yJCsWDKp4TJ9XvE_wqcliH6q9wqCffFGInXWJNGda9yVs7iYMNwn-Ma88WmuYJFp7ABu7KJj650/s1600/DSC_0007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYa5R1TApTGU_ewDI9BCgVS6pPYr-pdocav_2UkmtMH9O3QN6L8pddFCCR8_lzTdB7yJCsWDKp4TJ9XvE_wqcliH6q9wqCffFGInXWJNGda9yVs7iYMNwn-Ma88WmuYJFp7ABu7KJj650/s320/DSC_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621061989514396658" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Nice to see a pet that has a chance of outliving its owner. I learned these lovely creatures can live to be 120+ years old. Can that be right? According to this guy, Teddy Roosevelt's parrot is still alive saying "F*** Hitler!" You tell em!</div><div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJpmcZsBg_lj9EF9f9ekMSzcaPXJAbiUq_r-4pe_UqgfI03qFRZFfjaGMqkE82z7aqKDecfqzZbjWEAtW1mT7Dd0qrDaFJuO8lKrlDmyGQqD5jTQfPD6Kull7bn8-pX2rNDf3kl730RA/s1600/DSC_0014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJpmcZsBg_lj9EF9f9ekMSzcaPXJAbiUq_r-4pe_UqgfI03qFRZFfjaGMqkE82z7aqKDecfqzZbjWEAtW1mT7Dd0qrDaFJuO8lKrlDmyGQqD5jTQfPD6Kull7bn8-pX2rNDf3kl730RA/s320/DSC_0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621067425367425842" border="0" /></a>Jordan getting his Fat Rolls customized for the mosh pit lifestyle. This earned him a really sick discount on this windowpane blue pair cause his other shoes broke during a show. He didn't want to lose these so his friend tied them on with hemp and it was definitely a first. <div></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioHsMODzJyNshhFuIA65YucoJpjQ4EblrudIJtK_x-0-vE-pTkf9_SRvl5j_A69s0z2CrqYAfCm-uYv6GMSBdPqjCR666rwrdjVctTPWo0nD6UrB_bOrNBVt9BTxd62FjU73TeD6QG17Y/s1600/DSC_0016.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioHsMODzJyNshhFuIA65YucoJpjQ4EblrudIJtK_x-0-vE-pTkf9_SRvl5j_A69s0z2CrqYAfCm-uYv6GMSBdPqjCR666rwrdjVctTPWo0nD6UrB_bOrNBVt9BTxd62FjU73TeD6QG17Y/s320/DSC_0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621068328764349490" border="0" /></a>Try and lose these shoes!<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ-6SOrLKwdKAOUzYM7yq6FQI9ZWGcC26nNGbnGz3Goy6aan1bB0kuTYPOhhUpuaD3mey7V9Zx4f6RuiCY6zqo3w0UawDyyi6NNO0R2agMdiggyAa2JMXKAzdWB6rCBEsnl-Q3a0pqdVY/s1600/DSC_0019.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ-6SOrLKwdKAOUzYM7yq6FQI9ZWGcC26nNGbnGz3Goy6aan1bB0kuTYPOhhUpuaD3mey7V9Zx4f6RuiCY6zqo3w0UawDyyi6NNO0R2agMdiggyAa2JMXKAzdWB6rCBEsnl-Q3a0pqdVY/s320/DSC_0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621070502204663394" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I love a guy that can rock some Fat Rolls. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Jordan owned it.Literally. He owned them.<br />He bought the demos baby!! and it was as good for him as it was for me.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFIEJoww-4jcwdTst1F-yS7begB14vpfVU_ANvWiQ4JwMpAaOowdyUgdoyikC5xBD2Nf_llkMJ9QWwlCB6W2YegA_rqdESC3Hqe3ykB9Hb0f9PmfOGOKLHRYQAtFrFEnQJ95qJ3wEbf6Q/s1600/DSC_0022.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFIEJoww-4jcwdTst1F-yS7begB14vpfVU_ANvWiQ4JwMpAaOowdyUgdoyikC5xBD2Nf_llkMJ9QWwlCB6W2YegA_rqdESC3Hqe3ykB9Hb0f9PmfOGOKLHRYQAtFrFEnQJ95qJ3wEbf6Q/s320/DSC_0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621071254917453746" border="0" /></a>The booth at night....<br /><br />Being the "beach bum" wanna-be that I am (that sounded weirder than it needed to, sorry) I wanted people to stagger up accidentally (due to the drugs mostly, lets be honest) thinking it was a beachfront hangout. Some actually fell for it and plenty of people came by and took pics of the booth and some wanted to pose for pictures in the booth. So, in summary it helped us make some sweet sales, a ton of new friends and it kept me from getting that anxious feeling when I am having to "work." Auuugh...getting butterflies now just thinking about it. (gag reflex)<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsg1_kMCGH8_fzy_33ap8DxVr0n0aRfwLfr7PUJ-F93DFb7jF6E1_1r8CI8yBwgNWE3JmDEovitUrq91CrV9vPweUtPgRsHe3ntsgsom805DHrLmRuShjUaV04Mm7TWVaMs9QupIdFeiA/s1600/DSC_0054.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsg1_kMCGH8_fzy_33ap8DxVr0n0aRfwLfr7PUJ-F93DFb7jF6E1_1r8CI8yBwgNWE3JmDEovitUrq91CrV9vPweUtPgRsHe3ntsgsom805DHrLmRuShjUaV04Mm7TWVaMs9QupIdFeiA/s320/DSC_0054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623139519524964994" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Oh yeah and Pappy made me some signage of my brand in Lite Brights that you can see behind him in this shot, again while we bum around getting caught on camera shirking responsibility. It was incredible. I had four Lite Bright kits with me but we ended up scrapping working on the rest of them cause it was too much "work." I know someone feels me.... Speak out for the lazy and defenseless.<br /><br />More pics coming up...perhaps even some celebrity shots if you're being good girls and boys. Stay tuned...<br /><br />xo, c<br /></div>Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-24606653652487255152011-06-03T10:26:00.001-07:002011-06-03T11:27:45.643-07:00Singer<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjECPi3e_VNBIJZtPXIp4t_1uRtW8Asc8IVNlaEA__XiJh80zUg2UnbwYSBbH-wFH4jYkwImABGg1dqKp3C5-l-Fp1ndDqs3_CKN0Yz126EKcPenFCMJ3r7oE4IIRUU399gxRWS_1BEQwU/s1600/DSC_0618.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjECPi3e_VNBIJZtPXIp4t_1uRtW8Asc8IVNlaEA__XiJh80zUg2UnbwYSBbH-wFH4jYkwImABGg1dqKp3C5-l-Fp1ndDqs3_CKN0Yz126EKcPenFCMJ3r7oE4IIRUU399gxRWS_1BEQwU/s320/DSC_0618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614049917922267170" border="0" /></a>My husband picked the spot and its about as perfect as Reuben was perfect.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiCXos_y9b428LgVRsVvyCK3C-bEsKcEq4Ai6hMiR0vNykXV3KW6WbXrrIcnKphbaVWvmE_60tqybH9Glnfpdknao3EZNbLZVxMMsU4eB1XXdRU_IiMJvOUN3cV_-o3aCxCcpChXvX7uU/s1600/DSC_0607.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiCXos_y9b428LgVRsVvyCK3C-bEsKcEq4Ai6hMiR0vNykXV3KW6WbXrrIcnKphbaVWvmE_60tqybH9Glnfpdknao3EZNbLZVxMMsU4eB1XXdRU_IiMJvOUN3cV_-o3aCxCcpChXvX7uU/s320/DSC_0607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614050282800423218" border="0" /></a>I sit on the stone my brother recovered from our dry creek and<br />I just rest there, fiddling with the wheel & pedal.<br />Just getting my head right.<br /><br /><br />I miss him so much. But I'm healing.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidX3XyLLnBzB88WwAD2dCXvvE9z7OUBQaP6QNypiPAs1CoXbKapnovru87U9Ynb2gdT1VMpVrppXWsc8O-nqc5K6rP1lCuXCwBF1aX7udtmAOFPNGhOkma13LdNhTKmlbbZePinHFL5y4/s1600/DSC_0608.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidX3XyLLnBzB88WwAD2dCXvvE9z7OUBQaP6QNypiPAs1CoXbKapnovru87U9Ynb2gdT1VMpVrppXWsc8O-nqc5K6rP1lCuXCwBF1aX7udtmAOFPNGhOkma13LdNhTKmlbbZePinHFL5y4/s320/DSC_0608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614050467177243394" border="0" /></a>Shit happens.<br />Even on grave markers while the mourners are still fresh with grief.<br /><br />Good thing my God has a sense of humor cause I need it right now.<br />Bad.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgakZOnYhOQ4JUr17-Zz0aMmnGcWSbZqoCaBiYBObISeq-iqLYS2cjR_2uxs5wgPovJRdlZujpkAxyQUIc_-8yOtsTWP9BatcC4yFa0xJbdzzGCbIShgZFrPc7TSWpwLlhzV5948tuxl3Y/s1600/DSC_0609.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgakZOnYhOQ4JUr17-Zz0aMmnGcWSbZqoCaBiYBObISeq-iqLYS2cjR_2uxs5wgPovJRdlZujpkAxyQUIc_-8yOtsTWP9BatcC4yFa0xJbdzzGCbIShgZFrPc7TSWpwLlhzV5948tuxl3Y/s320/DSC_0609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614050822979829362" border="0" /></a>I still cleaned it off though and replaced it with a curly branch.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVIRZGbsPkFc8cuDpikn6OqsDPE5OKYDPSJbdSq9Ln1dB28TMW8hlHEKV1C4TKKCIXAlwFW2tXws0p8U-6K4631Ss3auzLyWGF-HmNHkVzN7HNYON8AtvzK71hlME0N6BVa1chYjp9x0/s1600/DSC_0612.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVIRZGbsPkFc8cuDpikn6OqsDPE5OKYDPSJbdSq9Ln1dB28TMW8hlHEKV1C4TKKCIXAlwFW2tXws0p8U-6K4631Ss3auzLyWGF-HmNHkVzN7HNYON8AtvzK71hlME0N6BVa1chYjp9x0/s320/DSC_0612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614052511487536354" border="0" /></a>Reuben's eternal resting place and my new spot to find some peace.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJdQMsilSZWkR-EgmNohQ-fTB5hehCkiWsOIUPN1bKoY-oRI9KHULYU0AP0l40qNW6sj5514axWfCFUFO1tBzsSPLJ1XCF6VmGkq16AyqV5ZmBTpFrYFDWQKCGDUHGBKA49GnnWR4D9y8/s1600/DSC_0613.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJdQMsilSZWkR-EgmNohQ-fTB5hehCkiWsOIUPN1bKoY-oRI9KHULYU0AP0l40qNW6sj5514axWfCFUFO1tBzsSPLJ1XCF6VmGkq16AyqV5ZmBTpFrYFDWQKCGDUHGBKA49GnnWR4D9y8/s320/DSC_0613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614052631502355490" border="0" /></a>Wild Green Life<br />and Fragmented Light<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFP-Xwf2rjANhjauMfYZJ2ZD0t9QbetAYlR9SfOYb13jNz2vuewqHpRZy2egsXcpRC1PIiIjWpAaLdypoQqzOrlcpQMhh-6xlGkzKpYzKwqhwNJrVQGm3G_kpG8nzAviE_z4RwV2y_t4s/s1600/DSC_0615.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFP-Xwf2rjANhjauMfYZJ2ZD0t9QbetAYlR9SfOYb13jNz2vuewqHpRZy2egsXcpRC1PIiIjWpAaLdypoQqzOrlcpQMhh-6xlGkzKpYzKwqhwNJrVQGm3G_kpG8nzAviE_z4RwV2y_t4s/s320/DSC_0615.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614052848650572354" border="0" /></a>Godspeed.<br /></div>Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-4833461494870543672011-05-31T05:09:00.000-07:002011-05-31T05:39:26.888-07:00Footwear for (Fashion) Patriots<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz2ZY2N7M6MsEvAhckqmYh7vuCRp67JI-CSmi_RsMAbuxqawBIfKwpnxIdU9znze6HRBgiJ_W_c32ZF59p3Rtewkvrjyy5JnRG9pFKeP6VTTWS_m-IMirsTjJgIfnPg3g6gcHfZQujI80/s1600/DSC_0471.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz2ZY2N7M6MsEvAhckqmYh7vuCRp67JI-CSmi_RsMAbuxqawBIfKwpnxIdU9znze6HRBgiJ_W_c32ZF59p3Rtewkvrjyy5JnRG9pFKeP6VTTWS_m-IMirsTjJgIfnPg3g6gcHfZQujI80/s320/DSC_0471.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612857306295449778" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-HjevEupoQNEZvS9xZ3Xn4N70dpevXaK80MbqngFhKtF_qvz1fPeRbneE_MMtccQzVEEwaddhiX5nYSEDKq30Q9zmLDy-OAV9QM-yYfKhEM34sqvNLcbjtpv-TnnKFzgRrIRyhsyueao/s1600/DSC_0357.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-HjevEupoQNEZvS9xZ3Xn4N70dpevXaK80MbqngFhKtF_qvz1fPeRbneE_MMtccQzVEEwaddhiX5nYSEDKq30Q9zmLDy-OAV9QM-yYfKhEM34sqvNLcbjtpv-TnnKFzgRrIRyhsyueao/s320/DSC_0357.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612856714776135074" /></a><br /><div>I'm usually a stickler about not wanting my flag in the form of anything but a flag...no stars and bars bikini tops for me in other words. But these two pairs just got me and held me by my heart strings. So they get a pass this year. </div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Memorial Day Everybody. If you've served, I want to say thank you for your service. </div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo, C</div>Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-64897239948737102742011-05-30T05:26:00.000-07:002011-05-30T05:59:37.182-07:00R.I.P. Most Loyal Friend Reuben Drummond<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisl_WZen29ppYExB6zxTxTXQ8ks4at4FLLyh0YshL21SNoLHp7baDwCFnABwZmKNKB7IqFik010GvcDc73Vuc2_-X0VIDx0JJKsmTdYtMlMGRW8DWHIPDw-zfZSvanwImhATPjmjyQWCI/s1600/IMG_2056.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisl_WZen29ppYExB6zxTxTXQ8ks4at4FLLyh0YshL21SNoLHp7baDwCFnABwZmKNKB7IqFik010GvcDc73Vuc2_-X0VIDx0JJKsmTdYtMlMGRW8DWHIPDw-zfZSvanwImhATPjmjyQWCI/s320/IMG_2056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612484935856961762" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The best damn friend a girl could ever have. Through thick and thin, literally. </div><div style="text-align: center;">This dog loved me at my heaviest and at my lightest and </div><div style="text-align: center;">was loyal to the very end. </div><div><br /></div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsP1u72EFEVgqc9-ePbGimhJcC1-6-q4-aOQC8z8E1kZyeRAn9IAnHWyOF-rdyP73MQkRYORir0_cNzn8I6bl4Dxhc_nRRygURl6WssdmiW7UhAT8jTTvG51xLY5s5Yn35RV2BfuOmN68/s1600/IMG_2041.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsP1u72EFEVgqc9-ePbGimhJcC1-6-q4-aOQC8z8E1kZyeRAn9IAnHWyOF-rdyP73MQkRYORir0_cNzn8I6bl4Dxhc_nRRygURl6WssdmiW7UhAT8jTTvG51xLY5s5Yn35RV2BfuOmN68/s320/IMG_2041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612487465194736290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Capo and his/my best friend </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">While searching for some appropriate words to say at his burial yesterday I found this and was really blessed and yet utterly leveled by this speech so I am cutting and pasting the whole thing from <a href="http://fortheloveofthedogblog.com/article/dog-writing-poetry/eulogy-for-a-dog">this site</a> so you can check out more <a href="http://fortheloveofthedogblog.com/article/dog-writing-poetry/eulogy-for-a-dog">here</a>. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="post-headline"> <h1><br /></h1><h1>Eulogy for a Dog</h1> </div> <div class="post-byline"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-size: medium; "><strong>This one is a special favorite of mine and I’ve shared it before but am sharing it again by special request. A dear friend asked that I post it because we all need to be reminded that the love of our dear companion animals, the beloved canine, is not something new. Dogs have been loved, cherished and revered for centuries. This is a speech from a trial in the latter 1800s and it says so much. Take a moment to read and you will be touched, you will understand….</strong></span></div><div class="post-bodycopy clearfix"> <p>George Graham Vest (1830–1904) was a lawyer and a politician who served as a Missouri Congressman, a Confederate Congressman during the Civil War, and finally a US Senator.</p> <p>He is best known for his closing arguments from the trial of a dog named Old Drum in 1870. The speech was delivered in the Johnson County Circuit Court in Warrensburg, Missouri.</p> <p><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-6022" style="margin: 5px; float: left;" title="George Graham Vest" src="http://fortheloveofthedogblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/George-Graham-Vest.jpg" alt="George Graham Vest" height="225" width="178" />George Vest (1830-1904) Gentlemen of the jury: The best friend a man has in this world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it the most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog.</p> <p><span id="more-6021"></span>Gentleman of the jury: A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.</p> <p>If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies, and when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death.</p></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We miss you so much Reuben. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div></div>Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-71524800587895473562011-05-27T09:26:00.001-07:002011-05-27T09:40:47.776-07:00Attention!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggP1q4NM5LnLFHh5mUp1O981TK3D0fQ6MHG1aqeaYNjJrdYqQvhkKYk_7kgscWx0P_gjCnkzAfdZsVPNZ-MqhlTxX852hgZh2ddSedcuzdfBIKBbSgyIn6kJdiklblNL9VU9VvlJKix9s/s1600/DSC_0220.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggP1q4NM5LnLFHh5mUp1O981TK3D0fQ6MHG1aqeaYNjJrdYqQvhkKYk_7kgscWx0P_gjCnkzAfdZsVPNZ-MqhlTxX852hgZh2ddSedcuzdfBIKBbSgyIn6kJdiklblNL9VU9VvlJKix9s/s320/DSC_0220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611433460848651522" border="0" /></a>Just one of those fun things to see when you walk into your garage. Two super long snakeskins just dangling from the rafters. Attention!<br /><br />So we've left them up there a while cause its just creepy cool but finally I couldn't wait any longer and I had to have at least one of them. So I got one of them down to use as a photo prop. Also completely coincidentally I found a kite in the garage I forgot I'd even bought called a Sky Serpent. Weeeiiirrd.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnyQ0r0hIUqaVq6vRqd08ddd3ZiMspgPmZxSq9_6UnwoTILbA3k_9iIte7Ti6yKZKpI_Y378b1TeccMgVIG0Cb9heKLIxrUI5Tg0H4HSYpLTpbu6QrZkKU0oAidUEph3yj_4IIdDK3cM/s1600/DSC_0235.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGnyQ0r0hIUqaVq6vRqd08ddd3ZiMspgPmZxSq9_6UnwoTILbA3k_9iIte7Ti6yKZKpI_Y378b1TeccMgVIG0Cb9heKLIxrUI5Tg0H4HSYpLTpbu6QrZkKU0oAidUEph3yj_4IIdDK3cM/s320/DSC_0235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611434710154325506" border="0" /></a>Talk about daily distractions. Now I want to "go fly a kite"! Sheesh. And how about those sweet white leather pumps by Bass. Must list. But had to try them on just for this trip outside since they are too big for me and I won't be able to enjoy them ever again, except in pictures. Make it worth it, mommie!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZQUalQj43B3Gz9ouatQDjW2Nu4EwmVM6tUBBSsO1QLFPDcskbuK-Psw15r8r5gkPnh2m6ypNyCxHETGr1pvGiVbLOC-b8_ijEHq9Tx2EwmjIZ82D5NPn4fd1Y7MYOMjF-CFezMtb4i-s/s1600/DSC_1039.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZQUalQj43B3Gz9ouatQDjW2Nu4EwmVM6tUBBSsO1QLFPDcskbuK-Psw15r8r5gkPnh2m6ypNyCxHETGr1pvGiVbLOC-b8_ijEHq9Tx2EwmjIZ82D5NPn4fd1Y7MYOMjF-CFezMtb4i-s/s320/DSC_1039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611435813087396978" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">All your sexy white leather Bass vintage pumps are belong to mommie.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><br />This snakeskin is bad to the bone. I gotta get some more pics up of it in various situations but for now this will be it. Currently its in my room hanging from the ceiling over a vintage Robert Redford poster in my office area. I think I'll call it "Robert."<br /><br />~rrReanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-59511514933783945652011-05-24T22:34:00.000-07:002011-05-25T00:06:53.373-07:00Shedding your old skinI can't get anything done. If its not the deafening cicadas in the day its getting caught up into my 12th accidental/on purpose viewing of Lady Gaga's Monster's Ball at Madison Square Garden on HBO late at night. At least that distraction is enjoyable. The laundry is still just sitting there. And these shoes won't list themselves! Distraction: Its my middle name.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ZKCb_tX28LWSNH0A01Kq8twf1fQci_mUnPXND9Z_NoGQFCCGQ7k_sd0ayos0eEue-MClTsHVCzli5dh7KKHcNO0L8okXW161QnDDdgdj4XIa8oeP5rKTiGXsJIAWyu78WZ6SHcaiWxU/s1600/DSC_0879.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ZKCb_tX28LWSNH0A01Kq8twf1fQci_mUnPXND9Z_NoGQFCCGQ7k_sd0ayos0eEue-MClTsHVCzli5dh7KKHcNO0L8okXW161QnDDdgdj4XIa8oeP5rKTiGXsJIAWyu78WZ6SHcaiWxU/s320/DSC_0879.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610528019458218322" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Just a shell of a man. Oh wait, that is a cicada.</span><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKqXzRbOpXA7scuQigSLjs7ZOZEbvSM7qGEhnrZXfcnw0gcJOABriwGtc27aq_Rx_Z8ux6j54JOEHEDe7WV4VVrAwDhBixjiwBEiipS_11OchLieWZs-iOItXF4UbQuFXV2SjJcB4_2mo/s1600/DSC_0878.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKqXzRbOpXA7scuQigSLjs7ZOZEbvSM7qGEhnrZXfcnw0gcJOABriwGtc27aq_Rx_Z8ux6j54JOEHEDe7WV4VVrAwDhBixjiwBEiipS_11OchLieWZs-iOItXF4UbQuFXV2SjJcB4_2mo/s320/DSC_0878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610534381363760338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Ghosts</span><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnmCVYA2MkE-bEmy-0WgBEmxdH9VK6jnRQumfntVfxsGDo_ZRRwEUVQMCQ_YtYrRREhcO0fNmWQhDaOgzKdfJkYideVDX_1wtc81vxaSBA1JO5i5N_BjNE3w0iwuAJhGX82jxxqQEFHEo/s1600/DSC_0874.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnmCVYA2MkE-bEmy-0WgBEmxdH9VK6jnRQumfntVfxsGDo_ZRRwEUVQMCQ_YtYrRREhcO0fNmWQhDaOgzKdfJkYideVDX_1wtc81vxaSBA1JO5i5N_BjNE3w0iwuAJhGX82jxxqQEFHEo/s320/DSC_0874.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610534857100788354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">These guys are loitering like a mug! </span><br /><br /><br /></div>And now for some non life forms shedding their skin. I love it when undead things imitate us. "Us" meaning humans and animals...living things, duh. "Undead things" meaning just that, not alive, but also not dead. "Non-living things", I guess you could say if you wanted to just be a bitch about it. But I think they do have some kind of life in them so they can be undead, which just sounds bad assier.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_43b9Sn246-p-MfPIlpnhzlIQ5pYI6g7cui1ekpffHxYBxk0pqivRivBEzZYysJLV68XUFu3NdzUD7bAl2ka5tuzOB0hXmLZvRMdQyTD2CwYuOGmwsvE6GBYAa0EPKFxdLMEysiUsI88/s1600/DSC_0820.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_43b9Sn246-p-MfPIlpnhzlIQ5pYI6g7cui1ekpffHxYBxk0pqivRivBEzZYysJLV68XUFu3NdzUD7bAl2ka5tuzOB0hXmLZvRMdQyTD2CwYuOGmwsvE6GBYAa0EPKFxdLMEysiUsI88/s320/DSC_0820.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610536925694157986" border="0" /></a>This is a playground shedding its skin but I won't let it! I love this so much it hurts me physically. All the rawness, the colors underneath. It betrays all the years it endured new colors and horrible paintjobs. Its like the rings in a tree showing you its age.<br /><br />Damn, I'm deep.<br /><br />Okay, I won't talk over the playground....<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrpngLT2c_wytHs5oVWsqNzyjqd-DQs2Q9WS78ikej5gGZEnK_qDK6nZsGIg6Ynty-lpAqqi2btQuUacSXuFNgiay_FhgqS6tNjFgWvVBxhP66rsl6HAeE_RHnl-6EDybW6happldpQg/s1600/DSC_0833.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrpngLT2c_wytHs5oVWsqNzyjqd-DQs2Q9WS78ikej5gGZEnK_qDK6nZsGIg6Ynty-lpAqqi2btQuUacSXuFNgiay_FhgqS6tNjFgWvVBxhP66rsl6HAeE_RHnl-6EDybW6happldpQg/s320/DSC_0833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610537595015369298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">These broken fragments of someone's dear precious history.<br />This playground equipment means something to this world.<br />It promoted Play! What a gift to all of us.</span><br /></div> <br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg14vCPbEK-s5vKjAFw60NNuQL_UjfyGT-qREUf9YJ4sG6K-bK4JOigrmLUkMrCodH2Hm16NIov2YUGFM5S8bRwyBLooTGsfQFQI91Acmeq0pTZEtEAwXI1HS3rDjLtswt2aUALI2vOFCs/s1600/DSC_0803.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg14vCPbEK-s5vKjAFw60NNuQL_UjfyGT-qREUf9YJ4sG6K-bK4JOigrmLUkMrCodH2Hm16NIov2YUGFM5S8bRwyBLooTGsfQFQI91Acmeq0pTZEtEAwXI1HS3rDjLtswt2aUALI2vOFCs/s320/DSC_0803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610538099660475650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">It means something to me. </span><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjomRFa3OXEW_tXjbKDJJ9LhpXmU4voEmhELP2nDn9Oq49s4_Sm6Mm0AIQplnt49bA8XqHult6UEp0GCdqZER4mfzImlK1wuueJ-jW6HW7_6WpweAVIIunaHaadZULXXonh3ymqXNvIzCg/s1600/DSC_0805.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjomRFa3OXEW_tXjbKDJJ9LhpXmU4voEmhELP2nDn9Oq49s4_Sm6Mm0AIQplnt49bA8XqHult6UEp0GCdqZER4mfzImlK1wuueJ-jW6HW7_6WpweAVIIunaHaadZULXXonh3ymqXNvIzCg/s320/DSC_0805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610538382679907010" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">It gives me inspiration and perspective. A frame, in fact.<br /> And now I offer you that frame as well. <span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;">I hope you like...</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_iA4eb5USigEb9wc3eqBGnZdbhvVc59sN_IRuz4LFppYGqa3ZMTWOXqW1veIyZGBhSj3zRxvneUshe0QPabJq1w1n7X7ANjqZcJMtZj7Z4W7DO3L3kW6MrsgW114jfDi44VFjWBgsXN0/s1600/DSC_0818.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_iA4eb5USigEb9wc3eqBGnZdbhvVc59sN_IRuz4LFppYGqa3ZMTWOXqW1veIyZGBhSj3zRxvneUshe0QPabJq1w1n7X7ANjqZcJMtZj7Z4W7DO3L3kW6MrsgW114jfDi44VFjWBgsXN0/s320/DSC_0818.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610538709439991602" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Stay undead my dear ones....keep growing and changing for the better...And for goodness' sake stay strong even if you lose some skin in the process. </span><br /><br /><br />xoxo, rr<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">P.S. Speaking of shedding skin....snake pictures coming up next time! ( I do live in the country). And of course some images of serpent flesh so stay tuned. </span>Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-31025939560313394332011-05-20T19:30:00.000-07:002011-05-20T20:49:51.765-07:00Jesus PowerI couldn't get a good shot of it because the flash on my sister's otherwise amazingly rad camera was broken and also my kid couldn't stay still for 2 seconds. So here are some pics of what appear to be ghosts running around a toy train track. The yellow shirt says Jesus Power on the big heart in 1970s letters and I just love it so I got it (& not the first time I've thrifted another church's shirt and why not advertise a place of worship? We wear everything else under the sun blazed across our chests.)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnDTjsr45jB5dh7V6vgzucstQCHrT-_BvpI1oyZscgK7VprcL-m7egb5Q6DHekjRZumDGgTipism27SkXmyfc2Syacju7U97WIhUH2gGTi8PmrYIDFbqJ505UjzrRyBfCmd_uNWt2Zsjw/s1600/DSC_0911.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnDTjsr45jB5dh7V6vgzucstQCHrT-_BvpI1oyZscgK7VprcL-m7egb5Q6DHekjRZumDGgTipism27SkXmyfc2Syacju7U97WIhUH2gGTi8PmrYIDFbqJ505UjzrRyBfCmd_uNWt2Zsjw/s320/DSC_0911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609005437194397618" border="0" /></a>Messy house...don't judge me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBBvxmG4Bn7YwllnsQyqzrO5TVYAMTeCVaK6xuyNlBpV_Ow6Sayp06yXXG8uCvjPePnP1NjEB2X6kwEant28TVsGBm9y7QCxRUq9ZYiINtmM2yzkEajVu51iSNRWhWoOwMLOoDt74DqXE/s1600/DSC_0918.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBBvxmG4Bn7YwllnsQyqzrO5TVYAMTeCVaK6xuyNlBpV_Ow6Sayp06yXXG8uCvjPePnP1NjEB2X6kwEant28TVsGBm9y7QCxRUq9ZYiINtmM2yzkEajVu51iSNRWhWoOwMLOoDt74DqXE/s320/DSC_0918.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609005907569852866" border="0" /></a>Not to be too name-droppy but that rad painting in the back is one my mom did when we were kids ourselves and I was obsessed with it cause she used actual gold leaf in it.<br />She's local famous. With me at least.<br /></div><br />The nun lockers on the left used to be in St. Bernard Academy. Also on loan from Granny.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzN5Y_9YmQhHl32Byg-e3RIPuWJGwji6zSSPcGV3veY76qUWxT3doUXqrqkBBw32tOKCuay6khYjYoNiaLOqSeW90rbjb-ELTbLbiLFZV5L7f29pZMRSTQ63Ozd1f77NY51sch_azbILg/s1600/DSC_0914.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzN5Y_9YmQhHl32Byg-e3RIPuWJGwji6zSSPcGV3veY76qUWxT3doUXqrqkBBw32tOKCuay6khYjYoNiaLOqSeW90rbjb-ELTbLbiLFZV5L7f29pZMRSTQ63Ozd1f77NY51sch_azbILg/s320/DSC_0914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609006228229403122" border="0" /></a>They grow up so fast.<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9g_lojOsuVdrRdu_Ms11po-dJsxjS7RMn6s-uV52PZZZA0Iy8f8AKumcaKKtS_2uikbEz_ReFxFKU3atjmy5rnprOFC5cMFm6RHSGS-kAN-t1k1FAfobMquTkWMb6-oHUzeNY-Yb4y0/s1600/DSC_0917.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK9g_lojOsuVdrRdu_Ms11po-dJsxjS7RMn6s-uV52PZZZA0Iy8f8AKumcaKKtS_2uikbEz_ReFxFKU3atjmy5rnprOFC5cMFm6RHSGS-kAN-t1k1FAfobMquTkWMb6-oHUzeNY-Yb4y0/s320/DSC_0917.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609006682574407122" border="0" /></a>And if there was any question those are indeed Thomas the Train moon boots my sister thrifted him.<br /><br />They are too small but he found them hidden in the closet while he was in time-out. So I guess in a weird way while he was "on punishment" he rewarded himself by wearing his favorite albeit too-small boots. ???<br /><br />If someone can extrapolate this into a life lesson please offer it now.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Jesus Power.<br /></div>Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-42544680821065820422011-05-14T21:30:00.000-07:002011-05-14T22:09:52.183-07:00Jankied Deviled Eggs<div>These are some really janky boiled eggs I made to prepare some deviled eggs for my granddaddy a couple weeks ago. Unfortunately I'm not the best egg boiler in the west so the peeling part got really and truly <b>wicked</b>. </div><div><br /></div><div>We lost a lot of good men in that stainless steel sink. Let's just say a fair amount of protein vanished forever, not to be recovered. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was not cute. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglky7CVAGSuXJ1BFVJ-bRa8__Ix0eGS5O8T5Qx9CMFMYuMO5JCIgMLb2-zf3-Gc4q4XRbkS3FSmEkIOAgRAkrthfo9xPUSp-7OCvoRcfTW5sfkEyRsKJOwsdSXPCuRmU6_6XGOn3wMvdk/s1600/DSC_0871.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglky7CVAGSuXJ1BFVJ-bRa8__Ix0eGS5O8T5Qx9CMFMYuMO5JCIgMLb2-zf3-Gc4q4XRbkS3FSmEkIOAgRAkrthfo9xPUSp-7OCvoRcfTW5sfkEyRsKJOwsdSXPCuRmU6_6XGOn3wMvdk/s320/DSC_0871.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606799830683144802" /></a><div><br /></div><div>But....I still used them, (naturally, you know this...) and yeah, they tasted the same as eggs that look cute after they are peeled. (Again, Shocker!)</div><div><br /></div><div>It's sort of sad when you stop caring, but its also understandably liberating. So I reckon this means I am maturing....changing even. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am <i>growing</i>. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So that being the case, I think I can actually verbalize it now, with a peace that surpasses all else---</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSrUAL0OvQzO4TRoJRR6zhGBscOB-a_DwaeZZLNXyWA8sIodgd3Kqaq8BXzQFORLm4YBRpKhHpB1DHZ-LduaJBcre2oP-IKLuleCnNPk3G1NvkkD5cUNOM4ZpR07jGn1kDuL1DSGwzwA/s1600/DSC_0870.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSrUAL0OvQzO4TRoJRR6zhGBscOB-a_DwaeZZLNXyWA8sIodgd3Kqaq8BXzQFORLm4YBRpKhHpB1DHZ-LduaJBcre2oP-IKLuleCnNPk3G1NvkkD5cUNOM4ZpR07jGn1kDuL1DSGwzwA/s320/DSC_0870.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606799735902786802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >"I will never be a food network superstar</span>."</b></div></div>Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-80044464133532005692011-05-10T20:41:00.000-07:002011-05-10T20:55:18.235-07:00Death Star Waffle<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9ep6s9kHioXcVylQ07wE2GsA2vWWMVxgInBsAjEmFYF_eAt1Ti8sx6juVBRnLy8LCTnsyo2BqQW9Y9y33qY7LvAXMGtvcUE2npC22j5RUbp1K9Ubv7UDX5ZhcoR4TDGodrcPi7782nI/s1600/DSC_0070.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9ep6s9kHioXcVylQ07wE2GsA2vWWMVxgInBsAjEmFYF_eAt1Ti8sx6juVBRnLy8LCTnsyo2BqQW9Y9y33qY7LvAXMGtvcUE2npC22j5RUbp1K9Ubv7UDX5ZhcoR4TDGodrcPi7782nI/s320/DSC_0070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605301782271237906" border="0" /></a>Sure...//..This waffle looks like a Culinary Clustercuss<br />but that doesn't mean roll your eyes at it, sulk or (gasp) throw it out.<br />It just means put a little more confectioner's and cinnamon up top.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmbKcf85S1WmtgXQGjq2jR6O-hGa38dt-jl8cU_CI-owhkjBcPsDKhqivdV85F3XSlcH5M_CYFbVYCdCKlBiI7Jeo8azZUA86imdlU04RebtFjMoPGHDUna6mEuVLLEg6C2XkoGsf6I8/s1600/DSC_0069.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmbKcf85S1WmtgXQGjq2jR6O-hGa38dt-jl8cU_CI-owhkjBcPsDKhqivdV85F3XSlcH5M_CYFbVYCdCKlBiI7Jeo8azZUA86imdlU04RebtFjMoPGHDUna6mEuVLLEg6C2XkoGsf6I8/s320/DSC_0069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605299117219906546" border="0" /></a>Not everything is meant to be perfect.<br />& that's what's cool about life.<br /></div><br /><br />xoxo,rrReanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-59826627429053407752011-04-14T18:54:00.001-07:002011-04-14T19:33:24.913-07:00Bob Cat Mama<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhesnmxdEowKGLWXI4NyJoOOWLwiruQIy6MCZX1cvVut2YyzFv7ZuTmNw4NbTdqOLWBtR09GdvvNUEgP-ONXXtdlK-2AjaTQvBgzSSagWEgrAIvC7hmVKx2VyYfrnf7XZqCIrPCpuf0sb4/s1600/DSC_0793editedwithlove.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhesnmxdEowKGLWXI4NyJoOOWLwiruQIy6MCZX1cvVut2YyzFv7ZuTmNw4NbTdqOLWBtR09GdvvNUEgP-ONXXtdlK-2AjaTQvBgzSSagWEgrAIvC7hmVKx2VyYfrnf7XZqCIrPCpuf0sb4/s320/DSC_0793editedwithlove.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595631961759986610" border="0" /></a><br />I got to ride a pretty sweet Bob Cat zero turn mower this past weekend. Super fast and excellent for doing donuts in the dried leaves and grass. Go Carts are fun and all, but they aren't really thrilling unless you're out on the real earth and grass. But mowers like these...its like a go-cart with a purpose! Shoot, a destiny!! Don't get me started....I do love me some lawn equipment.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN8fNjI-OaeeCha2vRKxyf6sRxF-zwvTusTHpTjN_X6CK5eMTdL4AWTL5yO3WxJAkwjBxbg9cYZM36QRBaKYzddUyydXIxVZCr-fdX6BmpPGuxqyFg3fKkOv5YGLYVdvSl2UbmAknUMEY/s1600/DSC_0769.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN8fNjI-OaeeCha2vRKxyf6sRxF-zwvTusTHpTjN_X6CK5eMTdL4AWTL5yO3WxJAkwjBxbg9cYZM36QRBaKYzddUyydXIxVZCr-fdX6BmpPGuxqyFg3fKkOv5YGLYVdvSl2UbmAknUMEY/s320/DSC_0769.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595624896302827026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">This is me chilling on some playground equipment while I waited my turn.<br />Sister is hogging the ride.<br />I thought the juxtaposition of the wooden "make-believe" car<br />next to that grass-devouring stunner might make for a humorous image.<br />Hope it was as good for you as it was for me.<br /></span></div><br /><br />I'd never used the walkie talkie style noise cancelling headphones during mowing before* and I did that today too, talking shit with my dad and using up all his gas mowing the yard for fun.<br /><br />I need help.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGFaSvLB60CbiuvvLA1o7WfwYJs1QnB2mKU9CX8ZdesV8_h1HncZFzrm3Z6QKkS60fdKwVdzqbkeaoPCgt6VhEe58U7UDLv3EiUdubpUaH9buLeKqT3CIDrS8xTPXYArq-xNQpprEz_Q4/s1600/DSC_0791.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGFaSvLB60CbiuvvLA1o7WfwYJs1QnB2mKU9CX8ZdesV8_h1HncZFzrm3Z6QKkS60fdKwVdzqbkeaoPCgt6VhEe58U7UDLv3EiUdubpUaH9buLeKqT3CIDrS8xTPXYArq-xNQpprEz_Q4/s320/DSC_0791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595622284441114226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">I got a mean farmer's tan on my neck but it was so worth it.....<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">happy mowing...rr</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*This is my subtle attempt at being snobbish because I have used the walkie talkie phones plenty of times but not actually during mowing as I did this day. I usually listen to just the AM/FM plus noise-cancelling headphones during mowing. In case anyone was losing sleep over this. </span><br /></div></div>Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-67280277215343841972011-04-08T21:53:00.000-07:002011-04-09T05:52:10.496-07:00Zombie Mommie (Please imagine with hearts over the "i's"<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeA4WWn2qs0dNTNgQEFqAOfbWNs3l7ZHYGTmPkEMPVlxekSr-NtzyiUrxXymxnAOjgg4JI0W93VONtCWXrC8jV0g7YvJ94Yck874Ps6LOVVtFpJ1l-fLyzIGxNsSnVlr_Pq-u2c1X2J-E/s1600/DSC_0478.jpg" style="font-style: italic; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeA4WWn2qs0dNTNgQEFqAOfbWNs3l7ZHYGTmPkEMPVlxekSr-NtzyiUrxXymxnAOjgg4JI0W93VONtCWXrC8jV0g7YvJ94Yck874Ps6LOVVtFpJ1l-fLyzIGxNsSnVlr_Pq-u2c1X2J-E/s320/DSC_0478.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593443950591321010" /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><i>Just a good Christian zombie housewife. </i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i>From the South. </i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Oh, that not good enough for ya? </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><i>In a Laura Ashley dress.</i></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span">(Ding!)</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP63TXiowJxuP0PJjLGoVA9HBl0p9zUeQriJ6Gz2DFGv9HCshzgt4u3tRSF3VzjUSOk5L8_Z4r4Wk6BOB8RtAIazIxqYcCnzPRYzxGnFhAqC9W5c4ZtbH2lmikC-s3Oe3uQPM5arDwuqw/s1600/DSC_0487.jpg" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP63TXiowJxuP0PJjLGoVA9HBl0p9zUeQriJ6Gz2DFGv9HCshzgt4u3tRSF3VzjUSOk5L8_Z4r4Wk6BOB8RtAIazIxqYcCnzPRYzxGnFhAqC9W5c4ZtbH2lmikC-s3Oe3uQPM5arDwuqw/s320/DSC_0487.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593445471822803410" /></a><i>The freshly cut grass just made my forehead vein pop out with joy. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Work with me, here. </span><div style="font-style: italic; "><b><br /></b></div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxq77yh7VTfS0gRby-XDxxAx1nGAdFkD2NSFBAkxjNRQWX1Juc2xu6Znsd99eocbPthzCTTBpuq1ZxIgOWlxxyGwOW6wZ6508HYraZwSKlZtPUOwsEIBjA6VeyMf8Lzo6dsQxL_gFai3E/s1600/DSC_0523.jpg" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxq77yh7VTfS0gRby-XDxxAx1nGAdFkD2NSFBAkxjNRQWX1Juc2xu6Znsd99eocbPthzCTTBpuq1ZxIgOWlxxyGwOW6wZ6508HYraZwSKlZtPUOwsEIBjA6VeyMf8Lzo6dsQxL_gFai3E/s320/DSC_0523.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593446879142521250" /></a>I don't know why I felt led to show off one of my amazing calf muscles in this picture. </div><div>(I have two of them)</div><div>But go on ahead and enjoy it while ya got it.</div><div>I'm not usually this much of an exhibitionist. </div><div style="font-style: italic; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: italic; "><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUUDiHvpUqovV8AzbMgdddDMPtQvI2cN4kowAbUH9tS01eCRxFi2j-MmVXBOP5PlkVqhz-50BUEr9IKz2weDy8z-AQlOJVCFwsCUYv9VsoiyHLh-79nx7dMs3ZFATQI7J38HsLF3jqO9c/s1600/DSC_0531.jpg" style="font-style: italic; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUUDiHvpUqovV8AzbMgdddDMPtQvI2cN4kowAbUH9tS01eCRxFi2j-MmVXBOP5PlkVqhz-50BUEr9IKz2weDy8z-AQlOJVCFwsCUYv9VsoiyHLh-79nx7dMs3ZFATQI7J38HsLF3jqO9c/s320/DSC_0531.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593447464005260466" /></a>But in all seriousness, the vintage military boots make it.</div><div>This total tea party dress, that is.</div><div><i><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTjUIOhR6UpnvrEswz7wNOgTJdcUm7G9wUki2KZ2UDPFswvqy4F77XfpT6m-1V7j8EMVFwRzLV8F_3_mtlcg20e5AtpKszrbAgd0LlKcQ7Ei_pU4x54XlSGPWImI_zpUV78P0kb9AQtkg/s1600/DSC_0532.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTjUIOhR6UpnvrEswz7wNOgTJdcUm7G9wUki2KZ2UDPFswvqy4F77XfpT6m-1V7j8EMVFwRzLV8F_3_mtlcg20e5AtpKszrbAgd0LlKcQ7Ei_pU4x54XlSGPWImI_zpUV78P0kb9AQtkg/s320/DSC_0532.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593448150888682114" /></a>Then I saw them...my offspring. My young.<br /><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_gkJKvnDniMiXhDH1mnzBrYTQQXKNwpqlE2Z5xU4z7Rg9fU3ywZTSNIyV6rl4AEw1kOhfWx7aNBxOVfqCvmuNaGlM8QgbamwPnXn6apo4gcpGciYxzMmIzab4ErxWX2Cl8rcBiA_tm-E/s1600/DSC_0533.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_gkJKvnDniMiXhDH1mnzBrYTQQXKNwpqlE2Z5xU4z7Rg9fU3ywZTSNIyV6rl4AEw1kOhfWx7aNBxOVfqCvmuNaGlM8QgbamwPnXn6apo4gcpGciYxzMmIzab4ErxWX2Cl8rcBiA_tm-E/s320/DSC_0533.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593449009254742642" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Yea, time for a quick game of chase. The paparazzi can wait. </div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">(Er, I mean my husband holding a camera out of obligation.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Yeah, I used "Er"...so what?!! I'm bringing it back, ya'll!!</span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC17s8tK0vG_qr4gUshifROUNYMPuLMGUvNNBtuFwRFyf1rgl1SyW6UqU1XAG7J7s5FxhNfnn9wswzblfxxZnV736tNFVIEjw3L3wiPxO1recp3lxxE4MlnKm8buU-ttJ0odPM1Qm-w0M/s1600/DSC_0534.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC17s8tK0vG_qr4gUshifROUNYMPuLMGUvNNBtuFwRFyf1rgl1SyW6UqU1XAG7J7s5FxhNfnn9wswzblfxxZnV736tNFVIEjw3L3wiPxO1recp3lxxE4MlnKm8buU-ttJ0odPM1Qm-w0M/s320/DSC_0534.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593449574693562450" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">They're gonna get the hug of their life!! </div><div><div style="text-align: center;">From "<i>zombie mommie"</i>! (<i><span class="Apple-style-span">"Ew....Scerrrwwwyyyy!!!")</span><br /></i></div><div><i><br /><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMJIJsHKSX_V40E88FZv39w3i_aM-WgOsUOHMtRpzHbr665oqNWoY4cpWRvpA9OS23Muj5CcxA46tSRSTAkA4MSDDEaJsONOKtON-1uCR2a6H_tiSXaWtcY7bg6jQY5k-W-PYyHXc6miw/s1600/DSC_0535.jpg" style="font-style: italic; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMJIJsHKSX_V40E88FZv39w3i_aM-WgOsUOHMtRpzHbr665oqNWoY4cpWRvpA9OS23Muj5CcxA46tSRSTAkA4MSDDEaJsONOKtON-1uCR2a6H_tiSXaWtcY7bg6jQY5k-W-PYyHXc6miw/s320/DSC_0535.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593450952308394866" /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">Hubby said not to "scare the kids". Isn't that sad? </div><div><div style="text-align: center; ">It's not like I'm a banker or Wall Street douchebag or something. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3NWo7FO5Wur0ZXFu-ysTzyiEl6OLrQpxDyUQOOyYMEZtC8FWrVF4d2WBuO0g5iNLPH6XZk60JC1ah3og9hOufvn1KkOdUb-C2WcHi4Hp7kg9xQ0EPd_DO96k75mXB_Da1SSSSJgTQ2w/s1600/DSC_0537.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3NWo7FO5Wur0ZXFu-ysTzyiEl6OLrQpxDyUQOOyYMEZtC8FWrVF4d2WBuO0g5iNLPH6XZk60JC1ah3og9hOufvn1KkOdUb-C2WcHi4Hp7kg9xQ0EPd_DO96k75mXB_Da1SSSSJgTQ2w/s320/DSC_0537.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593451667552190354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>This is honest work.</i></span></div></i><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkAGhKqgF4RZmXi3zjNH_GAnC4eoD5dBVXkGxi2uVWhPjWPn3qrqdxhneYF-_23x8TPbG2JR6PphhzFWgleglgsiGflJuUnwv892McxMwazpS13t-PBekAypcCRSQ_xF_5-zBQLnnil6Q/s1600/DSC_0465.jpg" style="font-style: italic; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkAGhKqgF4RZmXi3zjNH_GAnC4eoD5dBVXkGxi2uVWhPjWPn3qrqdxhneYF-_23x8TPbG2JR6PphhzFWgleglgsiGflJuUnwv892McxMwazpS13t-PBekAypcCRSQ_xF_5-zBQLnnil6Q/s320/DSC_0465.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593454030666972722" /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span">I mean it's only corn syrup. </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Generic</i> c</span>orn syrup.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGo7YcymOEDxp76i1ibwjsOYUAin6kZzU3k7Hn19baKDr0Vd1blXRqDMEBG2wWJqeYDZBAX-TVOtFPWSmHABvAsQPQJgWHgxZxfvvAwmolyAaXEd4CtMuI_dtObNaiCeSTKFhmYQlR3fw/s1600/DSC_0460.jpg" style="font-style: italic; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGo7YcymOEDxp76i1ibwjsOYUAin6kZzU3k7Hn19baKDr0Vd1blXRqDMEBG2wWJqeYDZBAX-TVOtFPWSmHABvAsQPQJgWHgxZxfvvAwmolyAaXEd4CtMuI_dtObNaiCeSTKFhmYQlR3fw/s320/DSC_0460.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593454925552653026" /></a><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; "><i>Want to try it?</i></div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVYS1X4eVJaUhYMwj6KfjDg1A9Pg45Ge18b-02tSvM5g20YodiWPPODhaKSnaPgdO4dC8SuMm7B12luKCauQL8yp6t0jZpIEcIcSonD2zf2wSVA01yXTjXGXTpf1BeRlHbZcdGk5wJd8/s1600/DSC_0467.jpg" style="font-style: italic; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQVYS1X4eVJaUhYMwj6KfjDg1A9Pg45Ge18b-02tSvM5g20YodiWPPODhaKSnaPgdO4dC8SuMm7B12luKCauQL8yp6t0jZpIEcIcSonD2zf2wSVA01yXTjXGXTpf1BeRlHbZcdGk5wJd8/s320/DSC_0467.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593455425080408050" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">This is actually worse parenting for him to be allowed to taste this concoction. Which is in most candy he would be allowed to eat at any given birthday party. So no, I won't be feeling bad that the kids saw "zombie mommie."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixPs7cgeG5cvGaES0ke1DLEO2MN1o4qCxw_unOQQyvb76wXs_4xkHXw8Xg_qX8TAVDaMYCZ2aa07WbquKZAiaBrGrBufEK2kqRjYgWfk7k6qNo4Ow6QQO0X3iylysN67mGb-ViL6U_C8Q/s1600/DSC_0469.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixPs7cgeG5cvGaES0ke1DLEO2MN1o4qCxw_unOQQyvb76wXs_4xkHXw8Xg_qX8TAVDaMYCZ2aa07WbquKZAiaBrGrBufEK2kqRjYgWfk7k6qNo4Ow6QQO0X3iylysN67mGb-ViL6U_C8Q/s320/DSC_0469.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593456143112490498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Always with the branding, huh mom? Guess I'll just have to lick it off, really? </div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">Poor me.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42g4Mb5G5X9oILGK_PgF4EwUKZXvHdQXswDG7xyjC1FwkTGARuPe739CQTr4Q4ZYeJ_IEPG5sTn7BCP80R2yJ0ismSIohi1PXMFNPXkkMhGql0SpOtzItFnARmfpcfKByPJ2WVm8LYTo/s1600/DSC_0473.jpg" style="font-style: italic; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42g4Mb5G5X9oILGK_PgF4EwUKZXvHdQXswDG7xyjC1FwkTGARuPe739CQTr4Q4ZYeJ_IEPG5sTn7BCP80R2yJ0ismSIohi1PXMFNPXkkMhGql0SpOtzItFnARmfpcfKByPJ2WVm8LYTo/s320/DSC_0473.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593456603422575154" /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Zombies are trendy cause even babies like them.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; "><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></i></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3BN0e43sCpykwy9-lVRADZ7nHDySpYcCRrpacHZaaB2IbKVcw70QMPws-pkRdAY2XV3EbZCABw7c4-XMMW5vW6XpC4-KI8Ef3xPRhgDyXvY4BxakCM-Y7PF9vELUOBpxWK25i9uaSjmM/s1600/DSC_0597.jpg" style="font-style: italic; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3BN0e43sCpykwy9-lVRADZ7nHDySpYcCRrpacHZaaB2IbKVcw70QMPws-pkRdAY2XV3EbZCABw7c4-XMMW5vW6XpC4-KI8Ef3xPRhgDyXvY4BxakCM-Y7PF9vELUOBpxWK25i9uaSjmM/s320/DSC_0597.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593443459781512610" /></a><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Starting to get dark out.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; "><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZe-fT59E3RKpSgTpXtk8V8FoFn8fBow7Jz_-g6y0DzkVFK3IBD10Uds-NxpLZRpWq8lt9G12h1MA-0fFrkjF7i39Hvyq42JgvU6s5yYSitU28zca2JHBlkDOglHaX27zGMf0fy2AtLfk/s1600/DSC_0608.jpg" style="font-style: italic; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZe-fT59E3RKpSgTpXtk8V8FoFn8fBow7Jz_-g6y0DzkVFK3IBD10Uds-NxpLZRpWq8lt9G12h1MA-0fFrkjF7i39Hvyq42JgvU6s5yYSitU28zca2JHBlkDOglHaX27zGMf0fy2AtLfk/s320/DSC_0608.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593442944643077330" /></a><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; ">ruffles mean I'm girly! </div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; ">xoxo,rr</div><div style="font-style: italic; "><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-31026272746028891652011-04-05T21:01:00.000-07:002011-04-05T22:46:06.507-07:00Horror of a Desk<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_HLNYB5WIaQfNIFBcRzFjUPJnYmTq8FHf3jYCtEyzcP8ft1QDpLJF4uWG7hL5h6kcYxhNpcpQZfNAXegugFFWKtb2Jzg_Q5Xps9C12AFhhi7U6Ps8UNu42pZCwuhnwT8a98WXvrEe4zk/s1600/DSC_0287.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_HLNYB5WIaQfNIFBcRzFjUPJnYmTq8FHf3jYCtEyzcP8ft1QDpLJF4uWG7hL5h6kcYxhNpcpQZfNAXegugFFWKtb2Jzg_Q5Xps9C12AFhhi7U6Ps8UNu42pZCwuhnwT8a98WXvrEe4zk/s320/DSC_0287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592319838955641490" border="0" /></a>I gotta clean this messy desk!! Its just awful and this is only the tiny portion of it that I was willing to show you. The "cute" angle. The sucking-in-the-gut shot.<br /><br />But the pencils really distract in a delightful way I think.<br /><br />Horror+ Adorable = "Horror-able" . Better search that and see if its been done. If not, I'm a millionaire!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmRPv4cP1rpHBT_eBzwoK_QMG_pkF9KoUTFDhQzzGd_Lklz9PbLumpJj9ixGLE7KBlKKJ7VT5R5Iy1ZlNcY-D2Imy-KxuagYakcH31bW_htSRB25W-VtiqKlqXnyWRjj9TZma3EBm_2Lw/s1600/DSC_0288.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmRPv4cP1rpHBT_eBzwoK_QMG_pkF9KoUTFDhQzzGd_Lklz9PbLumpJj9ixGLE7KBlKKJ7VT5R5Iy1ZlNcY-D2Imy-KxuagYakcH31bW_htSRB25W-VtiqKlqXnyWRjj9TZma3EBm_2Lw/s320/DSC_0288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592326877551603314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />You ain't even ready.....but if you want to try you can see more of my "Love You 2" Pencils <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/71203056/the-original-love-you-2-pencil-genuine">here</a> or <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/71472079/the-original-love-you-2-pencil-genuine">here</a>. I'm really into the Killer Clown homage right now so you'll probably see some frightening buffoons in your parcel if you order somethin' from my shop right now cause I've been trying to include one in every order for the past couple months since I got a new supply of eyeballs and hair, etc. Well you won't get one of the really snazzy ones you're seeing here, but at least you might score one of my rejects with paint blobs in their hair, googly eyes that have dried slightly askew or ones with messed up hairdos. Sorry, just being real with you that it won't be the sexy one with a sequin bow that took me hours to doll up, cause you're mainly getting it for free cause I'm a whore for branding. Its like a biz card, alright?! Only hairy and with eyes that appear to watch you from all angles cause they are in fact googly with evil. Anyways, back to the wicked little knaves. I have a ton of colored pom poms so I've been snatching out all the red ones for their little red foam noses. Total creepazoids. Check them out...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFg_2WXlTMfHyvIagW-12BatQPx5DLTifEV8UcTAdVZr8GnpKY-z0gqOv5ruqpWRyUY641dxX6Mbvz6cbuh4PbXGDXTViOWLs-zRk3IZ00CgQIBzPJmItAetjeZHqOMi9N7Pcx0wajYKY/s1600/DSC_0307.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFg_2WXlTMfHyvIagW-12BatQPx5DLTifEV8UcTAdVZr8GnpKY-z0gqOv5ruqpWRyUY641dxX6Mbvz6cbuh4PbXGDXTViOWLs-zRk3IZ00CgQIBzPJmItAetjeZHqOMi9N7Pcx0wajYKY/s320/DSC_0307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592322979913071426" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">The white sequin bowtie on this one paired with the neon orange hair just keeps me awake at night knowing it hasn't sold and any minute it could just rip my throat out.<br />Or something gross like that. Lead poisoning, maybe?? Even worse!</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGt6NywNsXhXO9BVSVwWHbP7cO348lruAoKJq2z6BpDJX7EkIiWTzwWo6LAuxDMQLKU5jwvtEZXqrWQhkM4ERiF1uPD7k0vHu6RBenBHA0jyWr_V42ThVmlEiFsLb-T-n6UzL2D_sOXq0/s1600/DSC_0309.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGt6NywNsXhXO9BVSVwWHbP7cO348lruAoKJq2z6BpDJX7EkIiWTzwWo6LAuxDMQLKU5jwvtEZXqrWQhkM4ERiF1uPD7k0vHu6RBenBHA0jyWr_V42ThVmlEiFsLb-T-n6UzL2D_sOXq0/s320/DSC_0309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592323221382712210" border="0" /></a>It looks like its just asleep....but wait. Don't get too close!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfUhHujHy1rylIUkTxaVLAarWkrNRNDeeDUTpB5lhyZPQXZVe2emfkg0EJR1XMBPWKGYDbLfUo3zSXDE1mBw4Hzx_wcVLkSFOk1IuMeU2KYahY45XWwiFvB3DU_9J9az5tSiTS2Q7H9vo/s1600/DSC_0310.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfUhHujHy1rylIUkTxaVLAarWkrNRNDeeDUTpB5lhyZPQXZVe2emfkg0EJR1XMBPWKGYDbLfUo3zSXDE1mBw4Hzx_wcVLkSFOk1IuMeU2KYahY45XWwiFvB3DU_9J9az5tSiTS2Q7H9vo/s320/DSC_0310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592323794870586306" border="0" /></a>Oh now look what you've done. You're a goner.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiGJjlpgbcSson7-bOB-fFKJDytnIUoPbknxQFg1wMIft4CyNa_DZl6OvwL3c5BnL3ANIs6AxYHTgk5tJ8INIgFs_UlhWWxhJHoi1sLL6PQjnv9qa8bLuChsN6gzXMeX4C-C6NSD15_pU/s1600/DSC_0320.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiGJjlpgbcSson7-bOB-fFKJDytnIUoPbknxQFg1wMIft4CyNa_DZl6OvwL3c5BnL3ANIs6AxYHTgk5tJ8INIgFs_UlhWWxhJHoi1sLL6PQjnv9qa8bLuChsN6gzXMeX4C-C6NSD15_pU/s320/DSC_0320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592324160062482194" border="0" /></a>Puttin on the Ritz! And the white face paint, the red nose and the blood.<br />Don't forget the blood.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmKfUkI2VJQk4vXMX-USGuygLRkvd4JjQu3afoe0zwQf2hLKAIaVusNMxZ5Hxi6m4-WSKlyTWupOcDh5Inam_XBHUC_pMeoQ79MsVGSXDD5VjlDviLQqE3ysP7q8z3gziJkWpEFKszN8/s1600/DSC_0327.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmKfUkI2VJQk4vXMX-USGuygLRkvd4JjQu3afoe0zwQf2hLKAIaVusNMxZ5Hxi6m4-WSKlyTWupOcDh5Inam_XBHUC_pMeoQ79MsVGSXDD5VjlDviLQqE3ysP7q8z3gziJkWpEFKszN8/s320/DSC_0327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592324837977888514" border="0" /></a>He might look like Beaker from the Muppets but don't let it fool ya...he totally would make your skin into a leotard or a pencil case or whatever using his top of the line Brother sewing machine. Seriously, he would if he had the chance, so keep sharp! Oh wait, don't sharpen <span style="font-style: italic;">him</span>. That would be way worse<span style="font-style: italic;"></span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0xNFg2juoTZMsePxCKRIIlnwPkB8gxUx3eHWfJD9w5_d5PbPPUfvF2L7308Rmn9ath2ImlISURi42ZAQgcxiL-Y1zKm7K5Qi8J-zc6-QreGbi61IDF07eKFSK401HYpz2qt0H2Red7RI/s1600/DSC_0333.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0xNFg2juoTZMsePxCKRIIlnwPkB8gxUx3eHWfJD9w5_d5PbPPUfvF2L7308Rmn9ath2ImlISURi42ZAQgcxiL-Y1zKm7K5Qi8J-zc6-QreGbi61IDF07eKFSK401HYpz2qt0H2Red7RI/s320/DSC_0333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592326375793011746" border="0" /></a>Just pure, silly evil. That foam nose is sniffing out all your fear and lets just say he's got your number. You know he does. It's cool, I'm scared of them too. That's why I do this, silly billy.<br /><br /><br />Luyu, rr<br /><br /><br /><br />To see more undead pencils you can peep this <a href="http://reanimatedrags.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-promo-for-early-infectees.html">post</a> from a while back. Or this <a href="http://reanimatedrags.blogspot.com/2010/11/pre-defunct-business-venture.html">one</a> from more recently.<br />Like I said, you ain't even ready...Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6022128628581578768.post-65762843193557432112011-04-01T21:55:00.001-07:002011-04-01T23:42:19.176-07:00I've been...poisoned!?So yeah, it was poison ivy after all. I don't want to post Up-Close &Nasty pictures of my sores or my flaking-like-a-Grands-biscuit-(but without the grease)-scratched-up skin where I've just annihilated it in my sleep to have the pain overshadow the itch which is so much way worse. More way worse. Whatever. Worse.<br />So I am trying to catch up on a lot of posts I'd planned out and took pics for before I was so rudely interrupted (coughing in Mother Earth's direction then realizing stupidly that its all her direction.)<br /><br />I'm trying not to hold it against Springtime that this happened to me, but it sucks!! I am so bad anyway about scratching when I have chiggers or mosquito bites or anything like that so this is just a million times worse for me.<br /><br /><br />One thing I did before this crap happened was make a yummy "pie-apple" out of some granny smiths and a pre-made dough. Cause I'm not trying to prove nothing here. It was so good. We kinda had already started picking at it when I took this picture. It got much worse.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGYhgHXCgpLMgWcRrW2WrLczzzxMauxgOYs5SrYVg7ypcDPuUzmIPUsWm9KMHnKj1qlsImPRKVfDgpVWPlfRlLnVnh4CBUz0i3yqoUFcKkfK2TwPZe8BdgeOCMkoYIrAwadAZLDp6HT9w/s1600/DSC_0203.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGYhgHXCgpLMgWcRrW2WrLczzzxMauxgOYs5SrYVg7ypcDPuUzmIPUsWm9KMHnKj1qlsImPRKVfDgpVWPlfRlLnVnh4CBUz0i3yqoUFcKkfK2TwPZe8BdgeOCMkoYIrAwadAZLDp6HT9w/s320/DSC_0203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590871811192737362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">A granny smith "pie-apple," made and later devoured by yours truly.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm an animal!</span><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJa12Ft-u_4-h_tvPTfnf_eVwwHJCjIBjAt-9jSnViZ7KRnhoLnrJp1yM_lUFbq9wtAtPxSx7cBffk84d4Z4zximq9uX4lhme3saecspafptZ-r7afjZHCla9Ea_mDRfKUCUfHdiRWZXw/s1600/DSC_0201.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJa12Ft-u_4-h_tvPTfnf_eVwwHJCjIBjAt-9jSnViZ7KRnhoLnrJp1yM_lUFbq9wtAtPxSx7cBffk84d4Z4zximq9uX4lhme3saecspafptZ-r7afjZHCla9Ea_mDRfKUCUfHdiRWZXw/s320/DSC_0201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590863243600077298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> The Ove Glove in the pic keeps up my zombie housewife schtick.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5DBc4sPU11uEDF3eqomk4cq4fGwj4LA9IKw8XqiqrU1TrIdedlo6mfCpD1EBKFOGRThqCvtx196xpo6AYlGt1AvZshSphfjA1F0IlZ5-cLpdALltTgArIu9lxSIt-RNJ_CIlfZZFwkF0/s1600/DSC_0047.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5DBc4sPU11uEDF3eqomk4cq4fGwj4LA9IKw8XqiqrU1TrIdedlo6mfCpD1EBKFOGRThqCvtx196xpo6AYlGt1AvZshSphfjA1F0IlZ5-cLpdALltTgArIu9lxSIt-RNJ_CIlfZZFwkF0/s320/DSC_0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590848867269726306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Some cool and most definitely homemade skateboards I've scooped recently while thrifting.<br />Two boards, Two boys.<br />Looks like mommy's putting that "future skateboard fund" money<br />back into the "parent's date night" piggybank.<br />One of them says "Hunter" but we can knock the letters off easily enough.<br />Nobody will ever notice the difference between this and the "store bought" boards...right?<br /><br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4BMWtxIa-jaZiHtVvG8REwob5j8YAET3YKHUh_a9eXTzuR1IiZuIzt3CXuPq26e0ksoW8UPsA_PxDpUGW9UpzAU_MsSfJhw6qvA3fS1xPuqd4PccUsto6akxEmKyS0hBrbr-xT9vDrc/s1600/DSC_0076.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4BMWtxIa-jaZiHtVvG8REwob5j8YAET3YKHUh_a9eXTzuR1IiZuIzt3CXuPq26e0ksoW8UPsA_PxDpUGW9UpzAU_MsSfJhw6qvA3fS1xPuqd4PccUsto6akxEmKyS0hBrbr-xT9vDrc/s320/DSC_0076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590849531360452658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Some construction project my kids started then abandoned.<br />Like they say... like mommy like son.<br />(Sheesh, I gotta move these bricks now?)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj2wqnQi9QpuyZTVsQaO_4cU39fPfkNsKKiiFliYeyyiJVU_afOjymxPI4sTUY3Fx0unIWj_BzRp4HW7xH0zRtegnd5tHmnkpMh1WjQ1d3y0GTp_DBToOjYYgglSr-cINOqL9yPHl_Xh0/s1600/DSC_0278.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj2wqnQi9QpuyZTVsQaO_4cU39fPfkNsKKiiFliYeyyiJVU_afOjymxPI4sTUY3Fx0unIWj_BzRp4HW7xH0zRtegnd5tHmnkpMh1WjQ1d3y0GTp_DBToOjYYgglSr-cINOqL9yPHl_Xh0/s320/DSC_0278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590864364171472322" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">oldies but goodies, but brown and too big.<br />(wonk wonk...</span>)<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So I found these green beauts the other day and first off, they are my size (maybe a hair big but thats better than my current pair like them which are a bit small and thats always worse than too big). So yeah, they fit me and they are GREEN! Which is so rad cause its like the ultimate full circle moment. I guess I should explain further. First off, the green color is part of our branding for Fat Rolls(TM) so its always fun to get into green like this. Second, I personally have a theory that the style on the right pushed out the one on the left because they were on the scene around the same time and I guess one just became more popular than the other. But why give up on the bamboo soled one? Why let that awesome geta style dreamboat just go by the wayside? Not acceptable. So after searching for years and years for another pair like them I decided to make them my dang self and it was then another couple years or so before we really even took the first step to do that. They've waited so long, guys. So its finally their chance to get back on the scene and allow the world to rediscover this awesome version of a beloved fave. The geta style bamboo soled flip flop.<br />Is there any more perfect shoe? I think not.<br /></div><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr3iGE7Nsc_dmJ3R8vbA6BMHk3lMWw-05PZzxeBIrGT76LryKVBkvwiQB4snsS4YcNsjrlsX3mfoyD7Aan3bFgLelJ0qrPSWzowjfQzkjzEmGERwMca47qcdJ9kxpBXOw58LbrApB8wu0/s1600/DSC_0082.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr3iGE7Nsc_dmJ3R8vbA6BMHk3lMWw-05PZzxeBIrGT76LryKVBkvwiQB4snsS4YcNsjrlsX3mfoyD7Aan3bFgLelJ0qrPSWzowjfQzkjzEmGERwMca47qcdJ9kxpBXOw58LbrApB8wu0/s320/DSC_0082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590851604783360290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Since the green pair was vintage and a bit dirty/used/worn,<br />I decided when I did this I'd use one of my used Fat Rolls (TM) to represent FRs so its a Fair Fight!!<br />Who cares really?? This is simply a cleverly styled photograph, no real fighting took place.<br /><br />But if it had...<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgvsIx1mRM5UOIPmL2_VonDJ6ePXfLUTZOUk8259eDHnhn0P6bPxFJytzX9OU0EfLZleH17ZbxCtqBQuSwdXJS24LVLkj6JZMcwEmcMQFGr26HQB9YgNmWOuR6ZKIUR4W7pDbHsK0WwWQ/s1600/DSC_0087.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgvsIx1mRM5UOIPmL2_VonDJ6ePXfLUTZOUk8259eDHnhn0P6bPxFJytzX9OU0EfLZleH17ZbxCtqBQuSwdXJS24LVLkj6JZMcwEmcMQFGr26HQB9YgNmWOuR6ZKIUR4W7pDbHsK0WwWQ/s320/DSC_0087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590854354057499314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Don't let the Saucer Magnolia fool ya.<br />My ass is from the projects!..."</span><br /><br /></span></div><br />Speaking of shoes...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheIxz7O-SBjqngYGvI5LTpnvQdKA8ub6Q8lDMIUodB9z5IWL72ItxnEaJyhIOl1_apvPG7sk5tXIWt7YDF1KoZAtCOwTPKZb-wH2UjZmH17QncSCm4ujRig-tuaKtF0yLSH8pGQPbkas8/s1600/DSC_0140.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheIxz7O-SBjqngYGvI5LTpnvQdKA8ub6Q8lDMIUodB9z5IWL72ItxnEaJyhIOl1_apvPG7sk5tXIWt7YDF1KoZAtCOwTPKZb-wH2UjZmH17QncSCm4ujRig-tuaKtF0yLSH8pGQPbkas8/s320/DSC_0140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590864901448370610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">My first real signage.<br />Ballin'!<br /><br /></span></div><br />I got the rest of my shoes in from Thailand, only took an extra 10 days in Miami to get them brokered through but they're here! Here are some of the new styles I am going to be listing more of in the coming days on my Etsy shops <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/FatRolls">here</a> and <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/ReanimatedRags">here</a>.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/71155859/fat-rolls-size-5-6-vintage-revival-flip"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDkK56HSpOLpX0vuHWGtPYxVr99V3jn0_pYc7fYBL5NtO8eZUxtY7wAnuR6W4gTpR_zwUXdKMIKW_HcmKRSzmOYtEYw76X4xyPTIxJADF37171Moqd6d5akW3L4F87iIM6mUVUt6roPa0/s320/DSC_0210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590857007874215058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">This one is more purple toned in person and you can't see it<br />but its a paisley textured velveteen.<br />Love this shoe or else.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZ7vCNRQSbstNrTSnvhQ0zhCzJykKHcwlHBtkre1F6a3UegPZAAnZxpjrFNwR844ouam83TIZxJKLHtI7Rg7RS7LvLr5dqYakqxlpZHEaejRgTY6ziQO15HDFYM78-8oPHhZVSJDBhQY/s1600/DSC_0218.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZ7vCNRQSbstNrTSnvhQ0zhCzJykKHcwlHBtkre1F6a3UegPZAAnZxpjrFNwR844ouam83TIZxJKLHtI7Rg7RS7LvLr5dqYakqxlpZHEaejRgTY6ziQO15HDFYM78-8oPHhZVSJDBhQY/s320/DSC_0218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590857827125483554" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Some kinda textured black velveteen.<br />Goth on Holiday.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/71154036/fat-rolls-size-5-6-vintage-revival-flip"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5d4cR6qE5BfT1nLrM4l1I9J-MqnooOBAuCpLUOR1UJQn4mjKeGpVtBvd0tTs3jpsEJR_lhDfDh3b3GYYfh9UWbYJS0by4U8sIbLe_O1US4wlLFjp8BwYrZC4GYZXqa6KzQGiNq9pQsD8/s320/DSC_0229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590858885180743266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Silver Lady with Pink Roots. Bad to the Bone.</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">You can barely see it here but this velveteen is a silvery gray but has deep pink undertones in the velveteen so that you can see them up close and with normal movement. Pretty sweet effect. Let the pink peek through my silver? That's just flat out tough.<br />Now I wish I had silver hair with pink roots!!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/71156798/fat-rolls-size-5-6-vintage-revival-flip"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTiZ28iu3t5ZNlMch1FVcHoAQRonsNunGpXs6l-q7CoBKc-eGVr_K_aKif3MCherQOVtjvee36OLf7gbD5E5ID6U7VAWay_vJqSIiMFIGdQi2YR0J4PnDnfVx5gq93xfnljOesscH8RcI/s320/DSC_0240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590860035973244162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Purple Haze and Gold Maze.<br />The extreme and almost cliche luxury of satin against a<br />natural and exfoliatingly rough baby bamboo sole.<br /></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Something for the Aspiring Slacker-Reluctant Artist Hybrids or pretty much anyone else who has good taste and appreciates supreme comfort.<br />You checkin' this satin out? Against a rough bamboo weave?<br />Its downright aberrant. But amazing. Aberrant but Amazing. You heard it here first.<br /><br />So I gotta run. Tried to cram too much in one.<br />Post, that is.<br /><br /><br /><br />smell ya later...<br />rr<br /></span></div><br /></div></div>Reanimated Ragshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06919991694491418066noreply@blogger.com