12 years, 12 hours--either way, it's still cool and I still want it! :-)

--TwoDragons

*sigh*

Well, at least I have SOME customers who appreciate my work.

Just...not here, apparently.

--TwoDragons

My Mom has multiple organs as well. Turns out she absorbed a twin in utero. Unfortunately, cancer prevents her from donating any of her excess innards. Ah well.

I bet this guy's got the cleanest blood on the planet!

--TwoDragons

Yay Mark! Moist, delicious cake and Companion Cubes for everyone! ;-)

--TwoDragons

I'd much prefer these instead:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vgttpqjaUjE

--TwoDragons

Once not too long ago, I helped my husband make a batch of jambalaya using his favorite special ingredient: Scotch Bonnet peppers. I was in charge of finely mincing those vegetable firebombs, so that that yummy spice would blend evenly through the food.

And afterwards, I really needed to pee.

...I think we all know where this headed...

Needless to say, I was a whimpering wreck for more than an hour. And that was AFTER washing my hands thoroughly with dish soap before heading to the head. What had come into contact with my, erm, sensitive flesh was watered-down compared to the 200,000 Scovilles that could have wound up scorching the Land Down Under.

Just REMEMBERING it makes tears leak from my eyes...

So, having that as a frame of reference, I can not even IMAGINE the absolute agony this poor lady was experiencing! I hope they find the dogs that did such a cruel act, and give them a, ahem, "taste" of their own medicine...

--TwoDragons

What that guy does on one foot, I couldn't even HOPE to accomplish on two.
And it seems my ceiling is leaking...right on to my face...

--TwoDragons

I'm thinking it wasn't so much the presence of a mouse, as the fact that the dung rolled away and suddenly these pachyderms were confronted with an unnaturally-colored (albino) critter that stank of human. It didn't help that they were sitting right there, a few dozen feet from the elephants, with cameras trained upon them. They were probably already pretty edgy at that point!

Try it with a wild-type mouse and no human odor while setting the test site MUCH further in the distance, and I doubt the results would have been the same!

--TwoDragons

Aw, I luvs ya, man! And congrats on the bun in the oven!

I had to work today, Thanksgiving for our family will be this Saturday. Hopefully my son will stop bouncing off the walls long enough to actually eat with us this time... *long-suffering sigh*

I'm thankful for God, my family, my wonderful circle of friends...and the fact that we're neither rich enough to spend all our time worrying about our possessions, nor poor enough to wonder when our next meal may be, but wealthy enough to give what little we have to someone who needs it.

Hope y'all had a great Thanksgiving! :-)

--TwoDragons

When we moved out to what would end up being the patch of land I'd spend more than half my life growing up on, we had almost no television to keep us entertained. In those halcyon pre-cable days, there was a strip of dead airspace between Austin and San Antonio, and my parents had unwittingly chosen to homestead smack-dab in the middle of it. Only three stations managed to penetrate the hazy badlands of the Texas hill country: two PBS stations, and Channel 7. We were destitute, satellite was out of the question and even a tall aerial would have set us too far back financially. And all Channel 7 tended to show was soap operas.

Not being a fan of soaps, this left Mom and I having to cast about for other forms of entertainment. Thankfully, while we may have been dirt-poor, we were never too broke to hit the used-book store. Reading was a favorite pastime (that has still stuck with me!), and we had eleven acres of wilderness as our reading room. Once the chores were done, balmy afternoons would find us both lolling in a random tree like a couple of literate-minded jaguars, noses buried in novels. Mom cultivated in me deep and abiding passion for the written word that has colored every aspect of my life since. To this day, the thought of throwing a book away is almost as perverse to me as throwing my own son onto the garbage.

And almost two decades later, my favorite reading-tree still stands. To this day the bark is still worn down from all those years I shimmied up its trunk, novel crammed into a pocket, and settled in its branches.

--TwoDragons

Sergeant Medic Non-Dairy Creamer, Captain Decaf Latte and Astronavigator Turbinado Sugar prepare to explore the planet Starbucks, in the Overpriced System...

--TwoDragons

That story was IN. FRIGGIN'. CREDIBLE!!

Of course, it also continues to feed my rapidly-growing fear of flying. Eek!

--TwoDragons

Why do I suddenly have Primus's "Pork Soda" playing in my head...?

--TwoDragons

Keeping you and your family in my prayers, Alex!

--TwoDragons

Oh for Montezuma's Mother In-Law's sake...if they're going to be that uptight about a kid's chalk drawings, they'd die of apoplexy at the sight of my carport floor.

My son has a passion for drawing maps and floor plans all over it. I don't get mad, I get more chalk!

--TwoDragons