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Many of us have some sort of holiday tradition – maybe even more than one. In my family, the tradition was, on Christmas Eve, to see who could say (or shout) “Christmas Eve Gift” first, before the others could. That meant they’d been “gotten” and they had to hand over a little gift to the person who had gotten them.
One Christmas Eve morning, probably some 12-13 years ago, when I was living in an apartment in Texas, next door to my elderly parents, I woke up early to bake a huckleberry cobbler. An hour and a half later, fresh from the oven, I carefully bore my dark berry prize down the stairs and across the lawn to my parents’ back door. My intention was to get the cobbler safely onto their dining nook table, then go and wake them up with the words “Christmas Eve Gift!” and then we’d all have that luscious, hot, cobbler for breakfast.
Carefully setting the foil-covered hot cobbler down on the chair next to the back door, I brought out my set of keys and quietly unlocked the door. Stepping inside the dark house, I flicked on the light switch to the dining nook.
“CHRISTMAS EVE GIFT!” my parents shouted as they stepped from their hiding place behind the kitchen wall, extremely tickled with themselves. I’d been “gotten.” Thankfully, the cobbler was still outside on the chair, or else we’d have been spooning it up from the floor, because I’d probably have dropped it in surprise. Very clever, my parents were, on that Christmas Eve.
Mom and Dad are gone and we don’t celebrate that tradition any longer. All the other Christmas Eve Gift events, I cannot remember. This one, though, I remember as if it happened just a few minutes ago.
Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas to you and yours. I hope you have some sort of memorable holiday tradition of your own.
… for 42 miles. So you’d better stock up.
You never know what you’ll see when you take your camera out. I was walking along the Stehekin Valley Road after I’d checked into my lodge room. I passed a fellow ferry passenger, who told me I’d see some interesting sights further up the road. This particular sight caused me to burst out laughing.
Copyright Rebecca L. Latson, all rights reserved.
For the past three weeks, I’ve been photographing the hummingbirds flocking to the three feeders in my mother’s backyard. During that period of time, I’ve gotten some really neat shots and have watched some funky behavior exhibited by these amazing little creatures.
Ever have one of those days?? Or maybe the caption should be “Quit Ruffling My Feathers!”
This seat is taken!
I Said, Back Off, Dude!
More to come. In the meantime, visit this link to see more hummingbird photos taken over the years. Visit my website and select from the menu items to see my hummingbird calendar (another is in the making) and the hummingbird-themed (and very useful) book products I’ve created (more to come here, too).
Guess which national park I am at this week?
I had the image for this photo in my head about two weeks prior to my trip to Arches National Park, Utah. After I figured out what I wanted to do, I went into MS Word and chose a heart from Clip Art to print on 11” x 17”. I then folded the paper up and packed it away for my Utah trip. I just *had* to make the hike up to Delicate Arch at some point in time during my stay in Moab, but the question was: when? If the weather remained below freezing and/or snowy during the day, I probably would not have attempted the hike because of any icy conditions on the slick rock. But, that one day that dawned crystal clear and the temps felt like spring, well, I *knew* that was the day. So I hiked to Delicate Arch with the paper heart folded into my camera backpack.
For the past month, now, I’ve been going over to Mom’s house (I live next door to her) every afternoon upon coming home from work. I’ve been changing out the hummingbird feeders since I don’t want my 87-year old mother getting up high on the step stool to do this herself. Instead, Mom makes the nectar solution.
So this afternoon, after a short visit with Mom, I was walking out the door and looked directly across toward one of the feeders, to see an unusual sight: a bright green Anole lizard sitting on the feeder, lapping up the nectar. Southeast Texas has a lot of these pretty little things, so I shouldn’t have been too surprised. But this was the first time I’d ever seen anything like this.
A few seconds later, a little hummingbird perched itself at the feeder and started sipping from the same siphon. International Amity….for a moment.
Shortly after the photo above, the Anole turned around and started crawling up the feeder, only to be buzzed by other hummers more than happy to send the lizard packing. While buzzing the lizard, they would alternately buzz each other. Sooooo territorial.
I titled this photo “Righteous Indignation”
I don’t know how I missed this the first time, but I was a woman with a mission hiking up to Delicate Arch in Arches National Park, Utah. Coming down from the arch, though, I was much, much slower , and I happened to look over and see this hilarious setup: someone had taken the nearby rocks and created a recliner chair, complete with foot stool, a “glass” on one chair arm and a “tv remote” on the other chair arm. I decided I needed to try it out. I believe I like the modern recliner much better than the Stone Age recliner
I finished reading one of the photo blogs I follow titled “In The Pink”. My immediate thought was to create a short post titled “In The Pink…..I Don’t Think”. Or maybe “In The Pink….Not Really”. In the end, I came up with the original title you see here.
For the past two weeks, I have been down and out for the count with a nasty little bug that started with three days of scratchy throat, followed by what felt like a full-blown cold, followed by a return of the sore throat, altered hearing, and completely no sense of taste except for differentiation between sweet, sour, and salty. If you blindfolded me and then fed me a piece of chicken, it would be the same as if you were feeding me a piece of alligator….or ostrich….or tofu….well, OK, I would figure that one out just from the mouth-feel.
Anyway, I’ve not been up to par, but I am incrementally improving, which is a good thing since I will be on a plane to Washington State next week, visiting Seattle, Mt. Rainier, the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival, and celebrating my and my brother-in-law’s birthdays in eastern Washington.
I like to try and post something once a week, and this was pretty much all I could come up with. Dad took this shot of me when I was, oh, maybe two or three years old, zonked out on the swing set in our postage-stamp back yard in Montana. I’ve been in a state of “zonked-outedness” now for two weeks and am ready to wake up…..but, well, not tonight; I’ve taken my Nyquil (which still tastes bad even when I don’t have any taste buds).
Hope all of you out there are in a better frame of health.