Showing posts from May, 2010

Popinjay: Joyful

Heather Goodman , a blogging friend for nearly four years, is hosting a meme this week and next called Popinjay.   She says:  pop⋅in⋅jay--noun--a person given to vain, pretentious displays and empty chatter. In other words, blogging. Isn't that what this personal blogging is all about? Me. Me. Me. For this photo challenge, that's perfect. We're going to dig inside of ourselves and do some concept photography. I'm going to give you a word and you're going to take a photo of something that describes the concept of the word.  Today's word: joyful. joy·ful [ joi - fuhl ] –adjective 1. full of joy, as a person or one's heart; glad; delighted. 2. showing or expressing joy, as looks, actions, or speech. 3. causing or bringing joy, as an event, a sight, or news; delightful: the joyful announcement of their marriage .   So I'm playing.  AND... I'm choosing the third definition of joyful -  causing or bringing joy. My son-in-law gave me a beaut

4 Rambo, 1 ramBoPeep

4 Rambo, 1 ramBoPeep from pamela on Vimeo . Taken this afternoon about 120 miles East of Portland Oregon, on I-84

Conversations with Grandchildren

This evening earlier: Buttercup:  Grandma.  You are eating a griller instead of meat. Grandma:  I really don't eat very much meat. Buttercup:  Are you only half a carnivore? Before Granmda can answer.... Jammin:  Buttercup, Grandma is mostly a veterinarian.

Hard Headed Woman, et al

Elvis lovers will recognize that song.  Many others songs in his repertoire came to mind yesterday when Willowtree (of the infamous A Dingo ) was chatting with me on Facebook.  He informed me (and provided a news link) that The King’s personal physician wrote a book with a disturbing revelation:  Presley died from chronic constipation.  If you don’t believe me – google it. Then, WT and I changed a few words in his long list of performed songs.  You know, to go with the constipation theme.  I laughed. But I sure felt sorry for the legend.    GI Blues.   Elvis,  March, 1960. The birds are going through two tubes of sunflower seed daily.  (I don’t know what to do about the Starlings!) When I hurried out to feed them this morning there were hot air balloons over the housetops.  Its the “festival’ weekend. I Believe in the Man in the Sky.     Elvis. October 1960. Also greeting me was the cold white blanket of a May 7 frost.  I forgot to che

Incognito Kitty

"I'm ready for my close - up , Mr. DeMille."   * * * * * Our youngest daughter had to leave her apartment quickly when the building was sold to be converted to condos.  "Mom, can you take Little Girl until I can find an apartment that takes cats?" That was 3 years and 4 months ago.  We figure elGee is our cat now.  Well, she's WR's cat.  Spoiled little feline. * * * * * Sayre is hosting Fun Monday and invites everyone to primp your pet and post it.  Dog-gone it! Go grab your camera and join in.