Saturday, July 4, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Three Wolf Moon Shirt, Celebrity Edition
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Brandy and R.J.'s Flight
Today Steve took the Huey out for a flight, and this is the one that was actually supposed to happen while Brandy and R.J. was here. Dang it.
So I made Shay go with me. He DID NOT WANT TO GO.
I think he looks at Steve's cane every day and is reminded of what can go wrong in a helicopter. But I made him go anyway.
He wasn't so thrilled at first.
But then his attitude improved.
And then we posed together.
And then he gave the "devil horns" to some boaters on the lake below.
He learned something today. A couple of things, really.
1. Steve's a really good pilot. No need to stress.
2. People on the ground always wave to a hovering helicopter.
3. The big helicopter has no air conditioner. So when we got out on the runway, we hopped in my car and looked at the temperature:
Time to go home!!!
So I made Shay go with me. He DID NOT WANT TO GO.
I think he looks at Steve's cane every day and is reminded of what can go wrong in a helicopter. But I made him go anyway.
He wasn't so thrilled at first.
But then his attitude improved.
And then we posed together.
And then he gave the "devil horns" to some boaters on the lake below.
He learned something today. A couple of things, really.
1. Steve's a really good pilot. No need to stress.
2. People on the ground always wave to a hovering helicopter.
3. The big helicopter has no air conditioner. So when we got out on the runway, we hopped in my car and looked at the temperature:
Time to go home!!!
Hoover Dam By Pass Road
We've been hearing about this by-pass forever, about seven years. It's because the terrorists have slipped up on the ol' information pipeline and emailed that they'd love nothing more than to bomb America's infrastructure. Like nuclear power plants and dams. So no trucks and no vehicles with trailers on the dams, Hoover Dam included. Immediately our wise government decided to build a bypass road near the dam because it's a major trucking route. And, after all, if we just give up, the terrorists win.
Finally took a route that included the Hoover Dam, and we saw the Bypass under construction. You may hear how people call the Hoover Dam the 7th Man Made Wonder of the World.....
Well the Bypass will easily be the 8th.
In order for this roadway and bridge to bypass the Dam, it has to cross a canyon that's about a half a mile across. That's concrete, steel, and cables to transport semi trucks and buses across a huge canyon and the structure is about three quarters of a mile up in the air. Above the Colorado River. With the Hoover Dam BELOW.
As we passed over the Dam taking photos of the nearby Bypass under construction, I noticed that the tourists on the Dam were doing the same. Forget about the Dam, that's old news. This Bypass is CRAZY.
Pictures do not do it justice. It is WAAAY up in the air. And, as I said as we were looking at it, it is gi-normous.
Here's a close-up of the concrete forms...
And another view...
And then this is the Dam below...
Take note, terrorists. If you are planning to bomb this area and are using my pictures to plan your Jihad, then you better think twice. I will find you.
Finally took a route that included the Hoover Dam, and we saw the Bypass under construction. You may hear how people call the Hoover Dam the 7th Man Made Wonder of the World.....
Well the Bypass will easily be the 8th.
In order for this roadway and bridge to bypass the Dam, it has to cross a canyon that's about a half a mile across. That's concrete, steel, and cables to transport semi trucks and buses across a huge canyon and the structure is about three quarters of a mile up in the air. Above the Colorado River. With the Hoover Dam BELOW.
As we passed over the Dam taking photos of the nearby Bypass under construction, I noticed that the tourists on the Dam were doing the same. Forget about the Dam, that's old news. This Bypass is CRAZY.
Pictures do not do it justice. It is WAAAY up in the air. And, as I said as we were looking at it, it is gi-normous.
Here's a close-up of the concrete forms...
And another view...
And then this is the Dam below...
Take note, terrorists. If you are planning to bomb this area and are using my pictures to plan your Jihad, then you better think twice. I will find you.
Twitter-Less
I refuse to "do" Twitter. I just can't "do" it. I am public enough with the blog, and I really haven't gotten to the point where people want to know what I am doing all the time.
But if I "did" Twitter, this is what I'd put on there right now....
Bourbon has become a pretty good friend of mine. I see this relationship going on to the next level. Don't know what that means, but alls I know is, I like Bourbon.
Thanks to the ladies who organized the Kentucky Derby fundraiser (Linda, you know who you are...) I am addicted to Bourbon and everywhere I go I order a Mint Julip. I am such a Mint Julip snob now. Bartenders who apparently haven't learned the gorgeousness of the Mint Julip get very snotty when I roll into town and ask if they can make one. Usually they can't. But since I'm such a close and personal friend of Bourbon, I can rattle off the ingredients, no problem.
Oh and here's another Twitter entry....
Someday I'd like to go visit Metropolis, Illinois. Not because Illinois is awesome, because it's not. But I'd like to be among a whole town full of people who idolize Superman. I honestly think I'd cry upon arrival.
And there you have it, my Twitter contributions for a world (my world) that refuses to Twitter.
But if I "did" Twitter, this is what I'd put on there right now....
Bourbon has become a pretty good friend of mine. I see this relationship going on to the next level. Don't know what that means, but alls I know is, I like Bourbon.
Thanks to the ladies who organized the Kentucky Derby fundraiser (Linda, you know who you are...) I am addicted to Bourbon and everywhere I go I order a Mint Julip. I am such a Mint Julip snob now. Bartenders who apparently haven't learned the gorgeousness of the Mint Julip get very snotty when I roll into town and ask if they can make one. Usually they can't. But since I'm such a close and personal friend of Bourbon, I can rattle off the ingredients, no problem.
Oh and here's another Twitter entry....
Someday I'd like to go visit Metropolis, Illinois. Not because Illinois is awesome, because it's not. But I'd like to be among a whole town full of people who idolize Superman. I honestly think I'd cry upon arrival.
And there you have it, my Twitter contributions for a world (my world) that refuses to Twitter.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Baja 500 Photos
Okay it took me a little while to get the photos (because I was using a borrowed camera) but here are some of the pics from this month's race in Baja....
This is the Governor of Baja Norte (north half of Baja)
Before the Trophy Trucks started, there was a bit of a photo op at the Start Line. I caught Robby Gordon giving a good smile:
Me and the Girls, having our annual reunion:
A Lexus S.U.V. sponsored by the Cancer Centers of America....
Starting the race....
And finishing the race many hours later...
Roger Norman beginning the race, very much intact:
And finishing the race, not so much intact:
That's a rear-view mirror, at the bottom of the picture. We do our scoring from inside a motorhome at each race. We have computers, printers, our own bathroom, it's pretty much a Shangri-la compared to the staff sitting out in the weather outside. It's hot and sunny during the day, and frikkin cold at night!
During one of our lunch breaks, Sunny ordered fried fish. I was disturbed at what arrived. Eyeballs and all...
I stuck with the shrimp.
This is the Governor of Baja Norte (north half of Baja)
Before the Trophy Trucks started, there was a bit of a photo op at the Start Line. I caught Robby Gordon giving a good smile:
Me and the Girls, having our annual reunion:
A Lexus S.U.V. sponsored by the Cancer Centers of America....
Starting the race....
And finishing the race many hours later...
Roger Norman beginning the race, very much intact:
And finishing the race, not so much intact:
That's a rear-view mirror, at the bottom of the picture. We do our scoring from inside a motorhome at each race. We have computers, printers, our own bathroom, it's pretty much a Shangri-la compared to the staff sitting out in the weather outside. It's hot and sunny during the day, and frikkin cold at night!
During one of our lunch breaks, Sunny ordered fried fish. I was disturbed at what arrived. Eyeballs and all...
I stuck with the shrimp.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Pirahna Pics
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