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(And just for the record, all of these photos are mine, even though I did not run them through Picassa to watermark them.  Just sayin’….don’t steal ’em.)

At the Loveland Living Planet Aquarium in Salt Lake City:

Jellyfish – ain’t it beeootiful?

20150730_141938 20150730_142021  Lion Fish

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Found Nemo…..20150730_144026

Blood Shrimp20150730_144042 Bizarre little wormy thing that sticks out of the sea floor…..20150730_144131

Giant, I mean really big cucumber-type fish in the shark tank: 20150730_144843

Sharks! 20150730_144941 20150730_145012

Big spotted fish in the shark tank:20150730_145326


20150730_145135   Anaconda!! 20150730_151009

It was fun – the aquarium is set up so nicely and compactly that there is quite a lot to see in a very efficient space and it doesn’t take all day to get through it.  We missed the new baby penguins, but we did get to touch the medium sized stingrays.  In case you are wondering, they like to have their “wings” touched, so I obliged.  They feel squishy, like fatty tissue, and smooth.

I think we’ll go back!

Over and out.





Well, here in Utah they do up patriotic holidays real good.  In rural Utah, some of the small towns in a given area celebrate the 4th of July, and then the others will have the 24th of July (Pioneer Day, aka “Mormon Day”) celebrations.

The days are spent in the community parks – there are vendors of various stripes, lots of food and fun stuff for kids to do.  Along with Navajo Tacos, which are positively sublime, especially when prepared by real Navajo Indians, there are funnel cakes.

In case you don’t know, a funnel cake is a deep-fried confection made of cake batter swirled via a squirt bottle into hot oil.  While we were shopping yesterday in WalMart, we saw this:


So, of course we bought it.  The singing girl, aka Dolphin Caller, cooked us up some last night.  I was so busy eating mine that I didn’t think to photograph it first.  That will be remedied soon….

While we obviously don’t celebrate the LDS faith here in this house, we do take advantage of the summer relief that the celebration provides:  the parade that goes practically right by our house, the fun at the park, a lovely cookout with family (beer can chicken again this year!), and a pretty fair fireworks display, watchable from the front yard.  All and all, it will be a very pleasant day on Friday, and I’m really looking forward to it!

In other news…here is a picture of one of my three tomato plants.  20150721_135505The plant that died I never did replace.  This one struggled through our weird spring and did manage to produce two lovely tomatoes.  They are coming off the vine today, and the size of them is just slightly larger than a golf ball and slightly smaller than a tennis ball.  The cherry tomato and the golden tomato plants are doing very well, fruit-wise.

Then there was the little matter of my first-ever colonoscopy, which happened on Monday – hence, that cryptic post about Desitin ointment on Sunday evening.  I thought about doing the whole Katie Couric thing and having the test filmed and then posting it online,* but then decided to just tell you about it.

The prep is indeed the worst part of it, followed by the anticipation and nerves of the unknown, and then there is also that story that aired on MSN a couple of months ago about the guy who accidentally left his cell phone on and recorded the sound of his whole procedure and the awful things the surgeon and support staff said about the poor man.

But in my case, the ball and chain knows the surgeon, and the nurse was a little sweetie so I wasn’t too concerned.  That propofol stuff is unbelievable!  It’s like – BAM!- you’re out like a light! And the next thing you know, you’re being wheeled back into recovery and you open one eye and ask your husband when he came into the procedure room!  He laughed at me.

The long and short of it is that my colon is in tip-top shape!  However, I still have to go back in 5 years instead of the usual ten between visits, thanks to my sister, the first person in the family to ever have cancer.  And next time I will tweak the prep to make it less miserable.

Have a lovely day, week, and month, people.

Over and out.

* That’s a lie.  I never, EVER considered recording and posting it online.

Mother of Unfettered Evil

God help us.


For the Love of God, People….

…..please advise us colonoscopy noobs to buy some freaking Desitin before we begin the effing prep!  GAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tough Guy


Unfettered evil a*sh**e.

“C’mon! Bring me someone really bad, like a passel of nuns…I’ll show ’em who’s boss!”

Unfettered Evil


For Your Weekend Amusement

Just one of the many reasons why one shouldn’t use one’s fire pit as a trash container, while it is setting on your deck and your very strong Lab doggie is tied to a cord on said-deck:


Over and out.


What ever happened to this gift of the Holy Spirit – Wonder and Awe (known to some as Fear) of the Lord?

I’m pretty sure that God spends about half His time shaking His head when it comes to me; but at least I try to be decent and morally upright.  I never presume that I “am good.”  I go to confession and then get back to business, but I don’t think like Lucy does.


Over and out.

Your New Assignment

If you are not a fan of Ann Barnhardt, well, you probably should be.  What an interesting person!

I heartily recommend everyone bop on over to Creative Minority Report and read the 4-part interview that Patrick Archbold did with Ms. Barnhardt.  Only if you have sensibilities like mine, though; she speaks the truth very plainly, albeit harshly and more power to her!

If you like the interviews, go on over to Ann’s blog and read and watch her Youtube videos.

Over and out.

….to THIS flag, of the United States of America, and to the former Republic, for which it stood, formerly one nation under GOD, sadly divided, with liberty and justice for a few.”


It was a good run.  Everything that the Founding Fathers warned against has come to pass; people have learned how to vote themselves entitlements, politicians have made pandering, self-preservation and enrichment the name of the game, and the Supreme Court is an horrific joke.

It might be time to fly this old girl upside down…if we are not distressed now, I don’t know what distress is.

God bless everyone who fought for this flag, when it meant something good and just.

Over and out.


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