How about a mini-castle for Hearst Castle? Or redwoods? Or some dramatic rock cliffs for Yosemite? Those are all easy ones.
Papa Tigs took the Idiots out for a long swim early this morning, and they are both comatose right now. I must say that the old adage “a happy dog is a tired dog” is the truth. I just wish they’d pick better places to sleep that right smack in the doorway of my office; it’s a constant obstacle course trying to get in and out of here. :Rolleyes:
I wish I could do the gay couple. I can’t even do an airplane bottle (for the vineyards)–I don’t want #2 son kicked out of 4th grade! :eek:
We already have a palm tree, so no redwoods–good idea, though. Daughter suggested I build the Golden Gate bridge out of toothpicks. I told her to go soak her head…
On second thought, the yew bush would be easier. Off to go dig in the dirt/mud.
Got up early, went to play golf, came home and now shall rest.
How about a teensy-tiny golf course for Pebble Beach, then?
Or a big bunch of mud for mudslides? 
Or a big jagged crack in the middle for an earth quake? Or a teeny tiny little cattle skull for Death Valley? The possibilities are endless!
Ol’ y’all know who, JoeDawg’s Daddy and Partner are showin’ up in a bit. We shall grill some burgers. I gotta do sump’n! I think I’m not contagious anymore. Anywho, I made some N.O.T. sallit and JoeDawg’s Daddy and Partner are bringin’ dessert. I figure bacon/cheese burgers, N.O.T. sallit and whatever for dessert are enough. The good thing, it’s not so hot out so we will probably eat out by the pool, just cause. I might even have a beerverage or two. I haven’t had any since Wednesday! :eek:
Ok, off to make up burgers.
Later Y’all!
The daily question sounds reasonable to me, FCM.
I can’t think of a 5th California thing, either. I say go for the mini-license plate.
I’m exhausted. Spent 4 1/2 hours in the garden at church. We got lots and lots and lots done, but it was about twice as much time as I’d been planning to spend there. It’s gonna be pretty though. (And yes, beebs I’ll be posting pics of both my garden and the church garden eventually.
Think I’ll go take a nap.
Back later.
GT
A mini-burrito? An empty mini-bottle? With a note on it that says, “My Mom drank this?”
If you’re a little more ambitious, you could do some San Francisco landmarks, such as:
cable car
Transamerica Building
Golden Gate Bridge
Sutro Tower
Coit Tower
Is that like preaching to the choir?
<snerk> Good one, Pie!!!
I guess we had a semi-traditional Memorial Day supper - broiled hot dogs (didn’t feel like cleaning the grill), beans, chips, cuke salad. Ice cream later.
There goes my long weekend. * <sigh>*
I’m awake and thinking I might go to Tar-zhay and World Market. Also to Giant Eagle for groceries.
Just 'cause.
GT
Y’all have great suggestions, but they all have one drawback–they involve much work on my part. No dice.
I transplanted the yew. It was right next to (and being crowded by) a quince, so now I’m all full of scratches and jab marks from the friendly quince (which has thorns). I [del]watered the hell out of it the yew[/del] did the best I could with it, so we’ll see. It’s supposed to get cooler tomorrow, which will help the shock of it all for the yew. I am now clean and scrubbed and hair washed. I swear one reason I garden is that it feels so good to clean up. I am now eating Hershey’s Kisses with almonds. I’m happy.
Is the 49 mile Scenic Drive still marked by seagull signs? When Cousin, Friend, and I were there in '92, we took turns driving so we could take turns shouting “seagull alert!”
FCM, there are two area theme parks that have characters, but one would be a really long commute, the other still a ways: Six Flags America in Largo MD and Kings Dominion down in VA. I don’t know anything about their hiring needs, though. 
Really enjoying the three day weekend, even as it winds down now. I do wish that I’d been able to visit my Dad this weekend; my two brothers who live far away (TX and CA) have been there since Tuesday - and they’re leaving tomorrow morning. Ah well!
21 days and counting. 
I found a Mini-Mouse corn on the cob holder thingy, that I’m going to just push into the “float” and that’ll be #5.
I am so tired all of a sudden. And hungry. Gah.
**tarra ** - he’s not interested in going the theme park route any longer. Plus those would just get him thru the summer. He needs to keep working till January at least. There’s a job fair in Waldorf next week, and I subtly said something about “If you don’t come up with something this week…”
Yeah, I’m subtle. It’s my middle name.
I thought your middle name was Chat?
d&r
Just woke up from a good long sleep. I don’t get those much anymore so it was nice, besides the bizarre dream I had.
Set back in my childhood neighborhood I somehow found myself roped into marriage with my crazy ex-gf. But she was younger, like really young, like only 18, and we couldn’t tell anyone. After trying to make some loveless sex, and pretending to enjoy… (well, okay, we don’t need all the details of my dream) we went back to her house where she still lived with her single Mom and Mom’s boyfriend.
Here’s the weird part though, the house they were living in was actually my best friend’s parent’s house. And even weirder still was that crazy ex-gf’s Mom was not the same lady, for some reason in my dream her Mom was the Mom of my high school gf.
We’re pretending to act like we haven’t just got married when suddenly and somehow my new wife says something too loud that hints at what happened, then all hell broke loose. Now Mom is throwing a fit and fighting, and everyone is crying, and we’re poking each other with sticks. And Mom’s boyfriend is even joining in on the fight, but he’s too fat to do anything but try to ram people with his butt… so we pushed him down the stairs.
And inbetween fighting everyone is still crying and I try to take out my cellphone and call a dummy number to see if I can cancel the ring before the call goes through, but it turns my phone into some magical walkie-talkie and we can hear inside the Mom’s bedroom as she’s talking about us and it gives crazy ex-gf some dirt to use against her Mom (which once again, is actually in the form of a Mom from a previous ex-gf) so that it proves she’s some sort of liar.
There was a lot more too it. Odd things about textbooks, canoes, we took a walk in the park, there was the brief ceremony of marriage. And that look in her eyes was still there. The one that wanted to, no, needed to hold on, but knew things were ruined for the both of us. Saddest goddam eyes I ever did see. If I could see myself I would have seen the eyes of someone dead I’m sure, someone who was defeated and given up long ago.
Anyways, I think it ended up that everyone was sorry, depressed, and I was still stuck in a loveless marriage with a woman I fear more than anything for the rest of my life… until I escape again.
The best part is that I slept until past 6PM, I haven’t done that for some time. But after a dream opera like that… wow.
The worst part is that I woke up missing her again.
Your resident TMI nut,
beebs
Dang, beebs, that dream has the makings of a mini-series! A very disturing mini-series…
In order to lighten the mood and quickly revert back to my “loveable jokester” status I will tell you that my dreams usually have all the depth of this brilliant remark by the zombie kid:
Here (YouTube Vid, about 15 seconds long)
