Fushia in December in Ohio

Semper fi

Oops .... about 12 hours later

We forgot to take a picture before the grueling quality test.
Yeap, the results show that this is a gooey, rich, indulgent & DANGEROUSLY IRRESTISIBLE cake.
Eat at my own waistline's risk!
Someone had to sacrifice for the sake of ... ummmm ....ahhhh ...what is the field of study .... Science??
Back to testing.

See you in 40mins

Thanksgiving

This is our early Thanksgiving meal!! So full!      ;-)

Thanksgiving.... kind of

Thanksgiving but switch the turkey with beef.

I cannot stretch that far .....

Tooo cold to get out of bed

Oh S***

No school delay this morning, so the kids unwillingly left the house & piled into the "bus".

The evil elf's new favorite ....

Scallopped potatoes.

Dinner!

Our world famous (not really) cottage pie. Yum!

Darn cold

SNOW!

Are dog in the first snow this year

Winning ribbon

A lot of bulbs for veg soup

Fennel from the garden.
Last leak.

Pretty salads

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The last hoorah

As the cooler slowly creeps into the calendar, the bounty of our garden rapidly diminishes.
This may be our last pick for 2014.
Now we shall return what remains to the ground for next year.

R.A.W. RUN 2014

R.A.W, Returning American Warriors, held their first run on August 23rd, 2014.
One of the founding members is a friend of mine and asked me to help with this event.
I must say, my hair was too long for riding, so I helped with the inside stuff.

An impressive sight as all the riders roared out on the asphalt for a great cause.

RAW is a group of private citizens and Veterans of the Armed Forces ranging from Vietnam to modern day. They are dedicated to assist Veterans and their families upon their arrival back to their homeland. Whether it be hlp finding a job, a baby sitter for a night, help with rent, a new place to call home or even a washer or dryer, R.A.W. will be their source of assistance.

www.facebook.com/ Raw Run

2014 garden

Hopefully most of these will return next year

Mr Stripey tomato

Huge tomato slice

Great yield from the garden, meaty & hardly any seeds.

Today's bounty

One hatched on the first day of school

Huge buggers

2014 garden

Or what is spared by the rabbits & deer.

Lin Tai-Drebert
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In the mornings...

These roses are fragrant from 5 feet away

That is a big one

Still green

1 pepper, 2 peppers

Still green

There is a LEEK in the garden

Size of a softball

.. but still green

Time to get creative

6 cucumbers averaging 20 inches long.

2 more for today

Evil elf's cocoon resorts

Cocoon2 day 2

Cocoon 1 day 2

Jellii's Joy Ride

Daggone Dawg's ears are flying in the wind.
*challenging filming her while watching the road at the same time.

B-1 Bomber for Sale - not really but funny

Hat tip to  Blackfive.net

B-1 Bomber For Sale (Visa, Master charge accepted)

This one's been making the rounds lately..from Billings, Montana...

Some B1B bombers, stationed in  Ellsworth AFB, South Dakota were operating around the Billings, Montana area.  The story goes like this: 

One bomber was doing practice approaches and touch and go's. On one of the landings the pilot lands long and in attempting to stop, sets his brakes on fire. He taxis in, and the airport parks him on a taxiway and then puts cones around him until parts and mechanics can be brought in from Ellsworth AFB the next day....and provided an opportunity for an enterprising practical joker..

 

 

The next day is a Saturday, which doesn't have much going on, so we get to laughing in the tower that maybe somebody should hang a For Sale sign on the plane. We convince one of our guys who's well known for doing things like this that it would be a good idea.

 

So he takes off for the hardware store to buy a For Sale sign. On the way back he stops at a car dealer and gets one of those "As is/No Warranty" signs that hang in all used cars. On that sign was written something like low miles, new engines, needs brakes and tires. Those signs were taped together, and off goes our hero.

 

He climbs over the fence, leaving some skin on the barbed wire, and makes his way the 1000 feet or so to the aircraft. As he's doing that, we see a couple of airport vehicles starting to gather with the recently arrived mechanics as well as the plane's crew. Not looking good for our intrepid airplane salesman. He gets to the nose wheel and tapes the sign to the nose strut.

 

Then he starts to make his way back from the plane as the vehicles start to head out from the shop on the way to the bomber. Somehow he makes it without being seen.

 

The vehicles arrive at the plane, and of course notice the sign right away. The Air Force guys are in stitches, funniest thing they've seen in a long time. Airport guys are not sure what to think. Airport management is livid as they've been tasked with security.

 

Pretty soon a camera appears and all the Air Force guys are taking pictures of each other by the sign.   Our hero is back in the tower now, and notices the bomber's commander is talking on a cell phone. Our guy gets on the radio to the airport truck and asks for that guy's phone number.

 

As soon as he finishes that call, our guy calls the aircraft commander on the phone. When he answers, our guy says "I'm calling about the plane you have for sale." Aircraft commander about falls over from the laughter.

 

It just so happened that the chief photographer for our local newspaper is a pilot and he may have been called prior to the sign being placed. He was told to get up here with a big lens. Here's one of the pics he got:

 

 

An article showed on the front page of the Sunday paper. When that came out, the Colonel running Ellsworth called the airport director and read him the riot act, wondering what kind of dog and pony show he was running up there. We were later informed by the crew that the sign was framed and is now permanently mounted inside the aircraft.

 

Hard to have that much fun anymore.

I'm sorry Buddy, I'm afraid I did!

John, who lived in the north of England, decided to go golfing in Scotland with his buddy, Ken. So they loaded up John's minivan and headed north. After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard. So they pulled into a nearby farm and asked the attractive lady who answered the door if they could spend the night.
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'I realize it's terrible weather out there and I have this huge house all to myself, but I'm recently widowed,' she explained, 'and I'm afraid the neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my house.' 'Don't worry,' John said. 'We'll be happy to sleep in the barn. And if the weather breaks, we'll be gone at first light.' The lady agreed, and the two men found their way to the barn and settled in for the night. Come morning, the weather had cleared, and they got on their way. They enjoyed a great weekend of golf.

But about nine months later, John got an unexpected letter from an attorney. It took him a few minutes to figure it out, but he finally determined that it was from the attorney of that attractive widow he had met on the golf weekend. He dropped in on his friend Ken and asked, 'Ken, do you remember that good-looking widow from the farm we stayed at on our golf holiday in Scotland about 9 months ago?' 'Yes, I do.' Said Ken. 'Did you, er, happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and pay her a visit?'

'Well, um, yes!,' Ken said, a little embarrassed about being found out, 'I have to admit that I did.' 'And did you happen to give her my name instead of telling her your name?'

Ken's face turned beet red and he said, 'Yeah, look, I'm sorry, buddy. I'm afraid I did.' 'Why do you ask?' 'She just died and left me everything.'

The shortest twirler!

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Caution men playing in kilts

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Meat pie

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Smiley face

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17 in cucumber

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