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That bird. That stupid bird–the one I thought was trying to mate his reflection. My friend Mela says he’s a California Towhee. And, he’s jealous of the bird in the reflection. He’s staking out his territory and attacking the bird in the mirror. I just think he’s a bird brain. Here are some pictures of …
Yesterday, Alan told me he’d found two rattlesnakes sunning themselves on the deck. He said he’d found one on the BBQ deck. He’d opened the sliding door to go outside to play with the dogs and he’d just simply walked by it. He noticed it, though, when he was going to go back inside. It …
This posting is for my sister Nat. She’s been asking me for this recipe ever since she visited in early May. My cousin Nik sent me a recipe chain pyramid thing to which I haven’t replied yet either, but I plan to. Margaret (a former colleague) once made this salad for one of those potluck …
It’s time, I think, to start my series of stories on toilet humour. I have a few stories about outhouses, about flatulence (yes, I can write about the F word, but I can’t really say it–or talk about it–so, unless I know you really well, please don’t come round expecting that I can hold a …
When my sisters and aunt came to visit, we somehow got talking about losers and the sign for losers. When my friend Rachel was 11, she showed me the universal sign for loser along with a little song. I can’t remember the song, but I do remember that it was Rach showed me that universal …
Over ten years ago, my friend Vicky told me about peanut butter and cucumber sandwiches. I thought, Yuck! Peanut butter and cucumber? Disgusting. Last summer, I accidentally tried the combination though. I was having peanut butter on toast for breakfast. I was also making a salad for my lunch. I guess I used the same …
There is this bird that flies into the bottom corner of my window-wall at Bush-Field. The one wall in my office is a sliding glass door and what isn’t a door, is a window. Against one wall in the office, there is a sofa bed (perpendicular to the window-wall). The sofa bed has two end …
I was in the break room the other day at the vending machine. I wanted a sweet treat in the middle of the afternoon–and I had one dollar–that is–one, one-dollar bill. That’s all. No extra change. No nothing. I just wanted a sweet treat. I fed the dollar bill to the machine–AND IT STUCK THERE! …
My aunt and my sisters have been visiting me in California. We had an awesome time! Mainly though, we ate. We ate. We drank. Then we ate some more. My sister asked me for the salad recipes I made. I said I would post them on my blog. So–ben, voila!–here is one: One head of …