One is the loneliest number ~ so it is for this Calla Lily that blooms in our back yard every Summer. She’s right on time. Why don’t we have more of these in our yard? I’m sure she’d love some company.
Monday, June 24, 2013
Day One Hundred Seventy Five 2013
One is the loneliest number ~ so it is for this Calla Lily that blooms in our back yard every Summer. She’s right on time. Why don’t we have more of these in our yard? I’m sure she’d love some company.
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Day One Hundred Seventy Four 2013
A picture a day for a year. This is the mantra of the 365 blogger. Sometimes I take way more than one picture in a day’s time. And then there are days like today when I realize I haven’t taken any pictures and the day is nearly gone. On my way out the door to head to Sunday evening worship service, I noticed this grasshopper sitting there, and I figured he/she wouldn’t mind becoming Day 174/13. And thanks, grasshopper, for not jumping on me.
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Day One Hundred Seventy Three 2013
Neil and I always seem to be standing in an ugly parking lot when there’s a beautiful rainbow in the sky. There have been many rainbows in our sky lately. Makes you want to stop and stare. Earlier this afternoon, we sat on our front porch and enjoyed cool breezes an area storm was stirring up and the rumble of thunder which is one of my favorite sounds. Hope there was something special about your Saturday, too.
Day One Hundred Seventy Two 2013
NASHVILLE FLEA MARKET
Neil and I spent part of the first day of Summer melting in the heat at the Nashville Flea Market. I think last time we were here, it was Winter. [This expensive horsey could use some Crest White Strips.]
I thought this was just plain weird and creepy, so naturally I took a picture of it. The vendor in this booth wanted to know why I was taking a picture and what I was going to do with it and said I should ask before taking a picture. Apparently, he knew someone who had her stuff on display somewhere and someone took a picture, then used it to create a greeting card and made lots of money and didn’t give her credit for the image. I asked him if he wanted me to delete the picture. He said no and became apologetic [sort of] and I told him all I wanted to do was share it on my personal blog. I asked him if he made this [whatever it is] and he said no and I think at that point he realized he really didn’t have a case. It’s not like he had a patent or a copyright on it [like 99% of the junk at the flea market]. But, hey, maybe I should create a greeting card or T shirts using this image and make millions of dollars. Over all the many years we’ve been coming to this flea market, there has been only one other instance of a vendor questioning my picture taking [she seemed to think I was stealing her chandelier design ideas when all I was doing was taking a cell phone camera picture of a pretty light fixture display.] Anyway, I’ll get off my soap box now. I just had to vent a little about people who take their junk a little too seriously.
Angels don’t care if I take their picture.
Does anybody really know what time it is?
I love the expression on that bear’s face.
Buy a vowel.
Pick me! Pick me!
The funniest things at the flea market are deer heads because they end up in the strangest places.
American flag displays always catch my eye.
One of my favorite past times.
Something caught Neil’s eye ~ don’t know what.
She’s got feet down below her knees.
We saw lots of these big letters around the flea market today.
I wonder if I could’ve watched ‘Day Of Our Lives’ on this thing. I missed it again today. [You could pick up most anything if you adjusted the rabbit ears.]
Salute!
Love old boxes, especially if they have signs on them.
Green bottles
Purple bottles
Blue bottles
This was the coolest light bulb
Got mouth breath?
Give peace a chance, y’all.
We all know what happened to Nixon. I’m wondering whatever happened to Weldon Grimsley. That’s, like, the best name ever.
You better not cry. I’m tellin you. Don’t even think about it.
Must be G.I. Joe. Ken doll was never this pumped/ripped. Poor guy. Some veterans get no respect.
Dolls at the flea market always make me feel a little bit sad. And totally creeped out.
This is for my brother Ken who was driven insane by one of these when our little brother Rob was a small child. Tick tock.
I like these.
And these. They were huge. And pricey.
From a bygone era ~ I wonder if little boys still play with stuff like this.
Made me smile
Just another one of those bizarre things you see at the flea market.
Nashville cat
The Nashville Flea Market is still open, but I’m still seeing signs here asking people to help save the fairgrounds which is the home of this flea market.
I’m Batman!
It’s sad when people can’t speak for themselves.
93 degrees when we left Nashville and headed to daughter Kelly’s house. The clouds were awesome.
We went to Toots for supper with grandson Knox, Elmo, and daughter Kelly.
Knox in the Mac n Cheese zone. He dipped his noodles in ketchup. It was kind of gross. But he liked it.
Yummy boneless chicken and big fat onion rings.
We went to this really pretty shady park in an older section of town where Knox and Elmo enjoyed the swing.
The curly slide was fun.
Actually, all the slides were fun. [Elmo crash landed]
After the park, we went to Karin’s Kustard where we met up with son in law Kerry after he got off work.
This tiny little place was hoppin busy. Cars were lined up into the street. They serve up all sorts of frozen treats and other good stuff to eat. You can walk up and order or go through the drive through.
My vanilla shake [97% fat free] was so thick I had to eat it with my straw. Very yummy.
Awesome sunset on the way back to Kelly’s. Good times today. What a great way to kick off the Summer. Happy first day of Summer, everyone!
Neil and I spent part of the first day of Summer melting in the heat at the Nashville Flea Market. I think last time we were here, it was Winter. [This expensive horsey could use some Crest White Strips.]
I thought this was just plain weird and creepy, so naturally I took a picture of it. The vendor in this booth wanted to know why I was taking a picture and what I was going to do with it and said I should ask before taking a picture. Apparently, he knew someone who had her stuff on display somewhere and someone took a picture, then used it to create a greeting card and made lots of money and didn’t give her credit for the image. I asked him if he wanted me to delete the picture. He said no and became apologetic [sort of] and I told him all I wanted to do was share it on my personal blog. I asked him if he made this [whatever it is] and he said no and I think at that point he realized he really didn’t have a case. It’s not like he had a patent or a copyright on it [like 99% of the junk at the flea market]. But, hey, maybe I should create a greeting card or T shirts using this image and make millions of dollars. Over all the many years we’ve been coming to this flea market, there has been only one other instance of a vendor questioning my picture taking [she seemed to think I was stealing her chandelier design ideas when all I was doing was taking a cell phone camera picture of a pretty light fixture display.] Anyway, I’ll get off my soap box now. I just had to vent a little about people who take their junk a little too seriously.
Angels don’t care if I take their picture.
Does anybody really know what time it is?
I love the expression on that bear’s face.
Buy a vowel.
Pick me! Pick me!
The funniest things at the flea market are deer heads because they end up in the strangest places.
American flag displays always catch my eye.
One of my favorite past times.
Something caught Neil’s eye ~ don’t know what.
She’s got feet down below her knees.
We saw lots of these big letters around the flea market today.
I wonder if I could’ve watched ‘Day Of Our Lives’ on this thing. I missed it again today. [You could pick up most anything if you adjusted the rabbit ears.]
Salute!
Love old boxes, especially if they have signs on them.
Green bottles
Purple bottles
Blue bottles
This was the coolest light bulb
Got mouth breath?
Give peace a chance, y’all.
We all know what happened to Nixon. I’m wondering whatever happened to Weldon Grimsley. That’s, like, the best name ever.
You better not cry. I’m tellin you. Don’t even think about it.
Must be G.I. Joe. Ken doll was never this pumped/ripped. Poor guy. Some veterans get no respect.
Dolls at the flea market always make me feel a little bit sad. And totally creeped out.
This is for my brother Ken who was driven insane by one of these when our little brother Rob was a small child. Tick tock.
I like these.
And these. They were huge. And pricey.
From a bygone era ~ I wonder if little boys still play with stuff like this.
Made me smile
Just another one of those bizarre things you see at the flea market.
Nashville cat
The Nashville Flea Market is still open, but I’m still seeing signs here asking people to help save the fairgrounds which is the home of this flea market.
I’m Batman!
It’s sad when people can’t speak for themselves.
93 degrees when we left Nashville and headed to daughter Kelly’s house. The clouds were awesome.
We went to Toots for supper with grandson Knox, Elmo, and daughter Kelly.
Knox in the Mac n Cheese zone. He dipped his noodles in ketchup. It was kind of gross. But he liked it.
Yummy boneless chicken and big fat onion rings.
We went to this really pretty shady park in an older section of town where Knox and Elmo enjoyed the swing.
The curly slide was fun.
Actually, all the slides were fun. [Elmo crash landed]
After the park, we went to Karin’s Kustard where we met up with son in law Kerry after he got off work.
This tiny little place was hoppin busy. Cars were lined up into the street. They serve up all sorts of frozen treats and other good stuff to eat. You can walk up and order or go through the drive through.
My vanilla shake [97% fat free] was so thick I had to eat it with my straw. Very yummy.
Awesome sunset on the way back to Kelly’s. Good times today. What a great way to kick off the Summer. Happy first day of Summer, everyone!
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