Happy Halloween! 10/31/2011
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Have you noticed that guys do everything the hard way? Thanks to the Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art, North Adams MA. Road Signs: Slow children, thickly settled 02/18/2011
Long before I moved here, I knew the locals must be quirky, to say the least. It was in their signs, those that either didn't make sense or had to have been designed by someone with a wicked sense of humor. As I find more examples, I’ll share them with you.  These poor little kids. My heart goes out to them and their parents! In our town, apparently many boys still wear knickers, and girls wear little jumpers, since that’s how they’re pictured in street signs.  Take your pick. All roads lead to Rome!  Are there no English teachers in this town? How can they pass this place and not cringe?  If not the best, the biggest seat in Vermont!  Here’s a sign that’s not found everywhere, except maybe this winter.  Here's a quaint way of saying slow down for pedestrians, you jerk! Some people (me) use this sign as an excuse, not a warning. It's easier to blame a mid-life spare tire on your hometown’s expectations. Live too close to one of these signs, and you know what happens! (Notice how thickly settled a place must be to merit one of these signs.) Fun: Hate the song, love the dance 01/27/2011
For those of you reluctant to follow any more talent shows, here's a peek at a dynamite performace by a group of young men from Miami, choreographed to the James Brown super hit, "It's a Man's World." Enjoy! Fun: Who says we're Luddites? 12/06/2010
Danish cartoonist Morten Ingemann certainly understands birdsonawire, doesn’t he? We may not know what we’re doing or why we’re doing it, but we’ll keep on keepin on, freaky or not. Thanks, Brad, for sending this along. And thanks, Morten!  Petula Birdwire, b. July 4, 1776, in Kenya 10/27/2010
Just so you know, my REAL name is Petula and I was actually born in Kenya, of all places. Imagine that, Barack Obama and I share a heritage (other than Kansan). Want proof? Here's my birth certificate:  Postcards: County fair! 09/14/2010
 Pickles, fruit, veggies, quilts, sheep, cows (one getting a shower), fried dough, food stands, bees, milk bottles (remember them?), a 781-pound white pumpkin AND the Flying Wallendas!                     Aucun tire-bouchon? Caught without a corkscrew? Sacré bleu! Brad was kind enough to send along this educational video. Has this been on Food Channel or DIY? No translation is necessary. http://www.wimp.com/wineshoe Bonne anniversaire à la Tour Eiffel! 03/31/2010
From The Writer’s Almanac for today, March 31, 2010: On this day in 1889, the Eiffel Tower was inaugurated in Paris. It was built for the Paris Exposition as part of the commemoration of the 100th anniversary of the French Revolution, and also as a demonstration of the structural capabilities of iron. The tower elicited strong reactions after its opening. A petition of 300 names, including writers Guy de Maupassant, Émile Zola, and Alexandre Dumas the younger, was sent to the city government protesting its construction, declaring it 'useless' and a 'monstrosity.' De Maupassant hated the tower so much that he started eating in its restaurant every day, because, he said, 'It is the only place in Paris where I don't have to see it.' A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinarian's office. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest. After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away." The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?" "Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet. "How can you be so sure?" she protested. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something." The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador retriever. As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head. The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room. The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck." The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman. The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$150!" she cried, "$150 just to tell me my duck is dead!" The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but with the lab report and the cat scan, it's now $150." ~~~~~~ Thanks for this, Brad! | Blogger Profile
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