What has been your best vacation so far and what made it so special?
Frankie and Slim
Happy New Year
Monday, September 26, 2016
Sunday, September 25, 2016
NON-SENSE OF HUMOR
My son keeps me laughing with memes he forwards. Here are a few favorites to brighten your Sunday.
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Can anyone guess which is my favorite? What is your favorite?
My favorite was #8:-)
My favorite was #8:-)
Thursday, September 22, 2016
PICTURES FOR WEDNESDAY
We
got pictures for Wednesday instead of words and now we have to supply
our own words.
Two
pictures on Words For Wednesday were provided by Margaret
Adamson and her friend Sue Fulcher. Thank you for these two
challenging photos. You will find both photos offered and other
stories posted at the blog of
Elephant's Child.
JUNGLE FEVER by Granny Annie
The island could be seen across the ocean in the fog. The jungle that surrounded us was less appealing, though the elegant hotel made up for the massive foliage that surrounded us.
We sipped our drinks in the shade and despite all the beauty we look forward to going home. The travel agent had not said the mosquitoes and other jungle infestations and animals would feel so threatening. It would still be days before the boat returned to pick us up.
The third day dawned and we could hear a soft distant drum beat. It was echoing through the forest. The rhythm of the sounds grew louder and closer. The employees and other guests of the hotel begin to scurry around. They grabbed their belongings and moved in a panic toward the exit. We were totally confused about what was about to happen. We had not yet seen the swarm of pygmy warriors descending on our hotel. These natives were armed with spears, knives and poison blow darts. They had shrunken heads as decorations on what little clothing they wore.
Our tour guides had assured us this was a safe place for a vacation. Those tour guides had already disappeared with the fleeing guests. My husband noticed two large baskets and quickly turned one over me and told me to crouch down as he turned the other over himself and we quietly stayed hidden against the wall.
It took several hours for the carnage to end. We could barely breath and did not even whisper to each other. My husband finally determined it would be safe for us to vacate our basket havens.
We were at the water's edge the last few days waiting for the boat. There was never a more glorious sight than the appearance of our rescue transport arriving to pick us up. We shared the story of what happened to the others. We were so very happy to be able to escape this island and return home.
The boat moved away from the shore but nor before we heard the drums once more and rejoiced that we were just out of the range of spears and darts being hurled toward us.
JUNGLE FEVER by Granny Annie
The island could be seen across the ocean in the fog. The jungle that surrounded us was less appealing, though the elegant hotel made up for the massive foliage that surrounded us.
We sipped our drinks in the shade and despite all the beauty we look forward to going home. The travel agent had not said the mosquitoes and other jungle infestations and animals would feel so threatening. It would still be days before the boat returned to pick us up.
The third day dawned and we could hear a soft distant drum beat. It was echoing through the forest. The rhythm of the sounds grew louder and closer. The employees and other guests of the hotel begin to scurry around. They grabbed their belongings and moved in a panic toward the exit. We were totally confused about what was about to happen. We had not yet seen the swarm of pygmy warriors descending on our hotel. These natives were armed with spears, knives and poison blow darts. They had shrunken heads as decorations on what little clothing they wore.
Our tour guides had assured us this was a safe place for a vacation. Those tour guides had already disappeared with the fleeing guests. My husband noticed two large baskets and quickly turned one over me and told me to crouch down as he turned the other over himself and we quietly stayed hidden against the wall.
It took several hours for the carnage to end. We could barely breath and did not even whisper to each other. My husband finally determined it would be safe for us to vacate our basket havens.
We were at the water's edge the last few days waiting for the boat. There was never a more glorious sight than the appearance of our rescue transport arriving to pick us up. We shared the story of what happened to the others. We were so very happy to be able to escape this island and return home.
The boat moved away from the shore but nor before we heard the drums once more and rejoiced that we were just out of the range of spears and darts being hurled toward us.
(Now
don't you want to go look at the pictures and come up with your own
story?)
Monday, September 19, 2016
GET A GRIP
Question Of The Week 9-19-16
If you could send a message to the entire world, what would you say in 30 seconds or less?
Louvregirl said...- Jesus saves.
Changes in the wind said...- Do better....
Kailani said...- Believe in God. And Trump is NOT the answer. And do unto others
as they would like done unto them. (the Platinum Rule.) And life is
short; don't make mountains out of molehills. Smell the flowers and
swing on the swings.
Tabor said...- Take a deep breath and count to 10 BEFORE YOU DO ANYTHING!
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Arkansas Patti said...
- Relax and put down your weapons, it is all small stuff.
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Elephant's Child said...
- We are ALL in this together. Give peace a chance.
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River said...
- Think before you act, think it through. Are you prepared for any negative consequences?
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Sparkling Red said...
- Don't be a hater. Calm, open-minded conversation is almost always more productive than an argument.
LL Cool Joe said...- We often say "Only God can judge me" not realising that one day he will.
Brite Mist said...- stop killing each other!
Lynn said...- To calm down!
12:04 PM
Barb said...- We are more alike than different. Violence is never the answer.
4:39 PM
Snaggle Tooth said...
"It's hard enough to stay alive without killing each other, then ourselves. Stop wasting life!"
2:52 PM
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The Happy Whisk said...
- I enjoyed reading those. Thanks.
Kay said...- Respect each other's customs, religions and live in peace.
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Although the outdoor temps were high in the 80's, the crystal clear fresh spring fed water there is on the cool side...We would swim a tunnel-like shoot to an aqua green grotto, where 3 springs fed this place...the bottom was a pure white grainy sand. One time, we went there after a hurricane had passed, and it was wild! The water was soooo high! We also swam with (MANY) manatees here, both big and small...babies, too. It felt as if we got to know the manatees, and we became familiar with their behavior. It was a wondrous time for us...
Ha ha.
Most of our "holidays" were spent at home doing things that didn't get done during working weeks, we just didn't have money to be going away anywhere. Even kids school breaks were spent at home, we couldn't take them anywhere, maybe a movie or two, but when Videos and then DVDs were invented, movies were watched at home, usually with a bunch of neighbourhood kids invited in.
I Are Writer!
My trip with my sister Jo, and nieces Abby and Amanda, to Europe in the late 90s. The highlight - beloved Scotland.
Difficult choice with all the travels I made with Alastair but the most memorable one was in 1939 - the summer before WW2 - on holiday with Mum and Dad and my younger brother. We lived in a tent on the edge of Lake Windemere - I can still smell the warm grass beneath our sleeping bags. Once we had done our chores we had complete freedom to climb, swim, fish and get up to mischief. Magical days.