Cherokee's Thought of the Day

If you stare really hard, sometimes they'll give you a french fry.

If they won't give you a french fry, laser eyes are also helpful.

The Car With No Name

My first car, a 97 VW Golf.  This picture, however, was taken in 2003 right before we traded it in for Murray (a Mini of some renown).

As the title says, this car didn't have a name.  Not sure why, really; it wasn't on purpose.  It just never seemed to have one.  It did shuttle me back and forth to school for four long years, through every type of weather imaginable, and performed admirably in situations where I did something stupid.  Like drive myself home with a 103 fever, or convince myself that if I didn't blink all the way home, I wouldn't fall asleep.  Or when I took the corner leaving our street too quickly and spun all the way around on the ice.  The woman two doors down looked at me pretty strangely when I drove by in different directions within the space of 30 seconds, I tell ya.

It was a good car, with a variety of growing problems.  By the time we decided to get something new it was pretty clear we had to either move on trading it in soon, or drive it until it fell apart (which I suspect it was getting ready to do in the next couple of years - arbitrary things like the muffler were falling off out of the blue).

It was still in good enough shape that the Mini dealership gave us more than their initial estimate for it, which is probably pretty unusual for car dealerships, I think.  I was sad to see it go, but driving Murray home washed a lot of that away.  It's a shame the car and situation that replaced Murray didn't go the same way.  Maybe next time.

(Also, that's the same bag I carry now.  And I still love those shoes, but they're more hole than shoe now.  Sigh.)

(Also also, yes, there was no Sunday post for Sunday.  So we've officially missed one for the year.  I'll keep track.)

A less than great picture

One that I actually took with  my cellphone in 2008 sometime.  This was one of the first polymer clay foods I made - poppyseed bagel with cream cheese.  Mmm.

Random Friday Cute Doggie Picture

From last summer, when I was working on my Tinker Bell wings during a thunderstorm.  This was before Cherokee decided the small bathroom was a good safe place to hide and tried to hide under other available things.  Like me.

Whoops...

I was so tired last night I forgot all about posting this.  What a horrible night.  Anyway... let's cheer up a with a little belated Disney Thursday.



I think this shot was from 2004.  Judging by the angle, I suspect it was taken from the Peoplemover.

I like it.

Did I mention I was really tired?

Going places on Wednesday (slightly on Thursday)

Among the reasons I regret leaving The Biggest City in the Country(TM) for The Poorest Excuse for a Large City On Earth(TM).  T.O. gets cool traveling exhibits that only go to a handful of cities in the world.  Atlanta gets Sinbad on tour.

This was the second exhibit that came through for LotR, for Two Towers.  The first one was at Casa Loma and this was at the planetarium (which is completely dead now, I suppose - sad).  The first one was a little more sedate with displays of props and costumes that you were, sadly, not supposed to take pictures of.  It wasn't as well attended, though, and you could wander around as you liked.  This one was a big, elaborate affair with sets rebuilt and stuff - like the Dead Marshes (complete with bodies under the water).  It still had the props and costumes, but you had to move through in an orderly procession with all the other people.

Still, Atlanta doesn't rate when it comes to things like this, unless you're looking for a Yankee to torch the place.  That they qualify for.

Cherokee's Thought of the Day

Persistence is key.  With persistence, you can turn any chew-proof item into a scratched up shell of its former self.  Or, you know, some non-chewing-related activity.  Case in point:





I'm going to add to Cherokee's thought for today by saying persistence is great, but the biting power of a great white shark doesn't hurt, either.

For the record, this is Cherokee's nylabone.  The blurb on the website claims "Made of X-tra tough nylon and designed to stand up to the most POWERFUL CHEWER!"  Hers is in 'wolf' size.

When we dropped her off at dog camp last time we went away, the guy checking her in - who works with dogs all day, every day - looked at her bone and made a face.  "That's not supposed to happen..." was his assessment.

Indeed.