Edited for Modesty

Not that any boy-dog has any of that modesty stuff. This is Darby Crash’s version of a sleep mask. Too much light and he can’t sleep like the dead.

Absolutely no shame. Balls to the wind, or the draft created by the ceiling fan.

Yes, greyhounds sport technicolor butterflies over their junk. Be glad they do, the glare off of those things can be blinding.

I love it when things are spelled out for people

You know this guy has better things to do than pick Honda Accords and Toyota Camrys out of his axels.

Remember folks, there’s a correct side for everything, AND….
if you can’t see his mirrors? HE CAN’T SEE YOU. Notice I cannot see his mirrors? If we were moving, this would be a problem. However, all it means in this photo is that he can’t see me taking pictures of his rearend.

This has been a message from the I’m a Better Driver Than You Service. Now stop texting and pay attention to the road. Stupid.

The road to Santa Fe

Is lined with Mexican sunflowers

I pulled off the road and waded into them. Then I got the lenscap keeper that Paula sent me for the new camera caught on one of the bushes. I felt it pull, and then heard it go “ziiiinnnggggg……fluff” into the underbrush. I must have spent 20 minutes shuffling thru the sunflowers peering into the underbrush looking for it and hoping no rattlesnakes were in the immediate vicinity. It’s a miracle I found it, not 2 feet from where it zinged.

When I got back up to the side of the road I looked down and noticed I was drenched in bright yellow pollen. The kind that doesn’t brush off (think Easter Lily pollen). My hayfever thought that was absolutely brilliant. I am a genius some days.

Flagstaff has 3 things that stick out in my mind on this trip:

Late for the Train coffee.
I’ll be bringing home a can of Rez Dog and a can of the Black and Tan. Art the Husband isn’t so much into coffee as I am, but he likes the good stuff. From what I tasted, this is the good stuff.

Bun Huggers. I failed to stop there on the way out to Santa Fe, I will not fail on the return trip. Oh no, I will not fail.

Extremely large cows that watch you at stop lights.

I mean, that is a REALLY LARGE COW.

Furniture Barn, indeed. I got what I needed from that place just watching that cow watching me. And the cupcake stand. And the fuzzy pink patio umbrella. Who needs to go inside???

I think I’ll check it out and see if they really sell cupcakes outside of a Furniture Barn on the way home. Just for kicks and giggles, you know.

Oh just stop it people, NOBODY CARES.

Peeve #147, Short List:

This crap:

NOBODY. FLIPPING. CARES. about your oversized hobby oriented clan. Okay, well, in a morbid way I do. So here’s the rundown on a statement posed to me re: this photo when I posted it to MyFaceSpaceBook page.
“I always go by the standard question: what would they do in the wild?”

Good question. Here’s my vaguely but brutally thought out answer;

Well, the first to go would be the small dog at the end. Daisy is gator-bait. Then Jesus and Diego would perish mindlessly chasing their soccer ball into a deadly ravine lurking with tigers, badgers and one very angry mongoose. Dad would be… beaten to death by the natives for wearing his hat sideways like a retard, which signifies mental weakness and necessitates culling to avoid spreading those genes. Mom would be caught unawares by some wild animal whilst rummaging thru her oversized purse for a tic tac and a Valium. Mayra will survive, but only after being found malnourished, curled up shivering in the fetal position in the back of some smelly bone littered bear cave after a mere 3 hour separation from the rest of her ultimately doomed and quickly defeated clan.

Call me horrible, but everytime I see one of these stupid ‘family ID stickers’ (always ALWAYS on a stupid SUV, by the way) it makes me want to whip out one of those super-sharp putty blades and just scrape all that narcissistic crap into a gooey little poo-pile of vinyl sticker waste.

My current fav is the family of 6 all sporting hula skirts, toting surfboards and wearing big hibiscus flowers on their heads. Guess who went to Hawaii everybody, bet you can’t guess?!? Makes me want to paste on a tall Honolulu trany street walker next to Dad and a big fangy hammerhead shark behind little Billy. And a weasel humping their sad ratty little excuse for a dog.

Okay, back to your regular programing.