I've been reading Breda for many months now, and with this post (link), she has confirmed that she is the bee's knees.
excerpt:
"...the mouse growled at me.
It was a small sound, barely audible, and if the world hadn't been so hushed and muffled under its thick blanket of snow, I might not have heard it. I went very still, holding my breath - I heard it again.
Trapped in the bucket and cornered by a large seemingly menacing creature, the tiny mouse, somehow realizing that flight was impossible, decided to fight for its life..."
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Travel plans
Amy and I have a tentative travel plan coming up, so we better get back into the "packing light" mode....
This is all the two of us took for four weeks Down Under.
This is all the two of us took for four weeks Down Under.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Faschnacht
Amy and Niko and I recently went to the San Antonio Leiderkranz's German Mardi Gras, also known as Faschnacht.
In the parking lot, Amy was accosted by a wolf.
He turned out to be a friendly wolf.
Amy also got a photo with the Queen and Prince Phillip.
A Highlander joined the clan.
And we all had a drink with Elvis!
In the parking lot, Amy was accosted by a wolf.
He turned out to be a friendly wolf.
Amy also got a photo with the Queen and Prince Phillip.
A Highlander joined the clan.
And we all had a drink with Elvis!
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Weird animals
Our llamas are not what you would call normal, even for llamas.
Case in point: We feed them pellets and alfalfa hay. The other day, Angela somehow got alfalfa on her back. Was she laying down and rolling in her food? I wouldn't be surprised.
Anyway, she and Pepper came up to the house later, and Pepper thought he needed a little snack, and the hay on Angela's back looked just like the ticket.
It was some kind of weird llama body sushi scene.
As you can see in this video (link), he was not too careful about getting only the hay, and kept biting and pulling her wool, which nearly got him spat upon. Llamas bite the plants/grass they are eating, then yank it to tear off a piece. Angela was not amused.
Case in point: We feed them pellets and alfalfa hay. The other day, Angela somehow got alfalfa on her back. Was she laying down and rolling in her food? I wouldn't be surprised.
Anyway, she and Pepper came up to the house later, and Pepper thought he needed a little snack, and the hay on Angela's back looked just like the ticket.
It was some kind of weird llama body sushi scene.
As you can see in this video (link), he was not too careful about getting only the hay, and kept biting and pulling her wool, which nearly got him spat upon. Llamas bite the plants/grass they are eating, then yank it to tear off a piece. Angela was not amused.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
Groundhog Day Ride to Vanderpool via the OST
The weather here in Central Texas has been pretty darn nice lately, especially right about midday.
Joe, Lee, Tom, and I planned a breakfast run to the Old Spanish Trail to take advantage of Saturday's weather.
Lee showed off his new look, "goateed intellectual." The Duke, looking over his shoulder, appears skeptical.
Is Lee giving me the stink-eye?
You can't tell from this picture, but there about a dozen sweetener packets in that stack, seeing as Crystal had kept us well coffee'd up.
We stopped at the Shell station on the way out of Bandera so Joe could gas up. He finished filling the bike, got on the bike, then back off, then back on. Lee and Tom and I wondered what the hell he was doing.
He finally pushed the bike from the gas pump over to the side where we were waiting, "It won't start," he lamented.
We all unhooked our heated vests and mp3 players so we could gather 'round his bike and troubleshoot.
Headlights and turn signals worked fine, so it had battery. However, the headlight didn't dim when he pressed the starter button. In fact, nothing happened when he pressed the starter button.
Hmmm, sidestand or clutch safety interlock failure? (keeps the starter from engaging if the sidestand is down or the clutch is not pulled in.)
We fiddled with all the wiring on those two parts--no joy.
Next, Joe pulled off the seat so we could check the fuses. Damn, can't find the fuse box.
Just for grins, I held the starter button, and Joe held in the clutch while Tom poked his finger in random places in the wiring. Voila! She fired right up when Tom poked the positive battery terminal connection.
Looks like it was a loose connection.
Joe, Tom, and Tom's "magic finger."
We rode on to the picnic table overlook near Lost Maples. Damn, it's a pretty view:
There was a couple there on their Kawasaki Concours, so we struck up a conversation.
Turns out they were all the way from Illinois, down enjoying our "winter" weather. We asked where they'd ridden, and where they were planning to ride. Joe recommended some good roads, as well as lunch at the OST. (I saw them there on my way home.)
Here they are, Wayne and Ginny Sweet.
Departing the picnic table.
On my way home, via Utopia.
You know, I have no business complaining about how cluttered our 1800 square foot house is.
Hey! There's something by the road. Is it a groundhog?
Nope, unless they've taken to wearing armor.
The animals were glad to have me back.
Joe, Lee, Tom, and I planned a breakfast run to the Old Spanish Trail to take advantage of Saturday's weather.
Lee showed off his new look, "goateed intellectual." The Duke, looking over his shoulder, appears skeptical.
Is Lee giving me the stink-eye?
You can't tell from this picture, but there about a dozen sweetener packets in that stack, seeing as Crystal had kept us well coffee'd up.
We stopped at the Shell station on the way out of Bandera so Joe could gas up. He finished filling the bike, got on the bike, then back off, then back on. Lee and Tom and I wondered what the hell he was doing.
He finally pushed the bike from the gas pump over to the side where we were waiting, "It won't start," he lamented.
We all unhooked our heated vests and mp3 players so we could gather 'round his bike and troubleshoot.
Headlights and turn signals worked fine, so it had battery. However, the headlight didn't dim when he pressed the starter button. In fact, nothing happened when he pressed the starter button.
Hmmm, sidestand or clutch safety interlock failure? (keeps the starter from engaging if the sidestand is down or the clutch is not pulled in.)
We fiddled with all the wiring on those two parts--no joy.
Next, Joe pulled off the seat so we could check the fuses. Damn, can't find the fuse box.
Just for grins, I held the starter button, and Joe held in the clutch while Tom poked his finger in random places in the wiring. Voila! She fired right up when Tom poked the positive battery terminal connection.
Looks like it was a loose connection.
Joe, Tom, and Tom's "magic finger."
We rode on to the picnic table overlook near Lost Maples. Damn, it's a pretty view:
There was a couple there on their Kawasaki Concours, so we struck up a conversation.
Turns out they were all the way from Illinois, down enjoying our "winter" weather. We asked where they'd ridden, and where they were planning to ride. Joe recommended some good roads, as well as lunch at the OST. (I saw them there on my way home.)
Here they are, Wayne and Ginny Sweet.
Departing the picnic table.
On my way home, via Utopia.
You know, I have no business complaining about how cluttered our 1800 square foot house is.
Hey! There's something by the road. Is it a groundhog?
Nope, unless they've taken to wearing armor.
The animals were glad to have me back.
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