Cicada! y TARANTULA!
INSECTS: Meet "Buzzer"
As I understand.. these newborn nymphs burrow in the ground for 2-5 years (some up to 15 or 17 years) and feed on root juice. The strong front legs allow for digging in and back out of the ground. They attach to something (our backdoor frame) after the emerge and molt.
I watched it as it was perpendicular to this skin and it then clung on to its old skin's back... Whoah (Joey Lawrence "whoa!") Took about 50 photos as its wings were dropped
and we realized it had a monkey face. hahaha.
poor guy. getting flashed at like it was a celebrity after years of being in the dark.
So then after it sat there all night it goes on and finds a mate by buzzing with its "timbals" on its abdominal area. Up to 120 decibels "at close range", among the loudest of all insect-produced sound... and it happens all day long. Then the women lay the eggs and they die. What a life cycle?!!?
So then after it sat there all night it goes on and finds a mate by buzzing with its "timbals" on its abdominal area. Up to 120 decibels "at close range", among the loudest of all insect-produced sound... and it happens all day long. Then the women lay the eggs and they die. What a life cycle?!!?
SPIDERS: Meet "Harry". not to be confused with our sunflower.
I skerd it. HA.
Dogs are unlikely entertained and not the typical evening "bite each other chase" in the living room while I am doing the dishes... then I see it... the largest spider crawling... not in my shoe, not behind glass in a museum or at a zoo. Ummmm. Crap. uhhh. Shit. What can I put it in??? Will it jump? Does it climb vertically? How did it get in? Through a window? Images of it in my bed, or in my room or climbing on me... ugggghhhh. shudder. Ok. Big box can keep it for the time till Abby gets home to see our second "national geographic" episode. Shudder.
Book #2 DONE.
I have to say when you find a good book and it gets you laughing and turning pages faster than you ever thought you could read... IS REALLY entertaining. Not like I have spent the last 7 years only reading educational, wait, Architecture related readings, so I am excited to keep my leisure reading at a good pace.
A little jungle up in here.
We went consumer shopping for plants on sat. and we are now in the green. We also went to check out the Habitat for Humanity ReSale store, intentions for an old door to make into a desk... SCORE! a narrow solid oak door $20. Pretty perfecto! I found Abby smiling in a green wheely chair that looked like a mushroom and almost consumed her totally. I sat in the one next to her and asked, "want to get em?" We had a mini bumper car episode and we found a lllllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaady (ha! my keyboard just went psycho) to claim them ours. We got our kicks out of the drive home; "it will fit, trust me."
I skerd it. HA.
Dogs are unlikely entertained and not the typical evening "bite each other chase" in the living room while I am doing the dishes... then I see it... the largest spider crawling... not in my shoe, not behind glass in a museum or at a zoo. Ummmm. Crap. uhhh. Shit. What can I put it in??? Will it jump? Does it climb vertically? How did it get in? Through a window? Images of it in my bed, or in my room or climbing on me... ugggghhhh. shudder. Ok. Big box can keep it for the time till Abby gets home to see our second "national geographic" episode. Shudder.
Book #2 DONE.
I have to say when you find a good book and it gets you laughing and turning pages faster than you ever thought you could read... IS REALLY entertaining. Not like I have spent the last 7 years only reading educational, wait, Architecture related readings, so I am excited to keep my leisure reading at a good pace.
A little jungle up in here.
We went consumer shopping for plants on sat. and we are now in the green. We also went to check out the Habitat for Humanity ReSale store, intentions for an old door to make into a desk... SCORE! a narrow solid oak door $20. Pretty perfecto! I found Abby smiling in a green wheely chair that looked like a mushroom and almost consumed her totally. I sat in the one next to her and asked, "want to get em?" We had a mini bumper car episode and we found a lllllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaady (ha! my keyboard just went psycho) to claim them ours. We got our kicks out of the drive home; "it will fit, trust me."
We now have a talk show set up and it is going over well with our visitors.
The DINNER BELL.
My new fav. weekend breakfast grub ritual I will have to keep up with Abby. It does not compare to the experience or talents of Al's but it is breakfast and it always tastes better when you order it from a local family owned business.
Belay ON!
The DINNER BELL.
My new fav. weekend breakfast grub ritual I will have to keep up with Abby. It does not compare to the experience or talents of Al's but it is breakfast and it always tastes better when you order it from a local family owned business.
Belay ON!
WATSON LAKE
When Abby's good friend Dan (BELOW, BELAYING)
comes back into town they go climbing; they know the ropes, they have the gear, they kick ass.
I got to go with on Sunday morning at Watson lake; a place I loved to go to back when (in '05). From climbing the fake walls at Dakotah! or at ELC when I was in the 6th grade to now facing a large wall with all natur-ale nubs that I will soon act like Spiderman and scurry up it like it ain't no thing is.. FINALLY! Dan gives me the low down, Abby shows me the safety figure-eight knot...I have on a mean pair of 9.5 mens climbing shoes and no sock stuffing needed... given a few terms and I got it.. here I go, Belay ON! climbing!
Me doing my thing thinking and then just lean into it. Go. Trust that your little bit of fingers on the tiny ass ledge or stub will support as you somehow defy gravity and move upward.
My eye is on the large quartz nobber.
A sweet photomerge idea gone AMAZING_ all up on the climb at once!
A few runs up each and we are all thinking the same thing... icecream!
Back-to-Baking! and Grilling!
Monday was a solid night of good people and good food. The itch to bake my grandmothers Finnish Flat bread is now scratched. I started it at 7ish when the grill was a grillin our mushroom n' veggies to make the best and only mushroom, eggplant, zucchini and bbq sauce "burger" I ... mm mmmmm. I did not know that this craving would be such a long process; when I thought back to the memories of my mother making the bread; I remember kneeding and sitting by the fire as it took a while to rise. And the process I found out goes... mix dry, stir wet, add bacon grease, flour, flour, more flour, flour, flour, more flour, still more flour, still sticky, more flour, lil more, lil more flour, ok ball it up, let it rise, punch it down, let it rise, roll it out, let it rise, flip it, fork it and put it in the oven. wait one loaf, wait loaf two. wheeew. its now 1230 and mmmm. nibble nibble, go to bed. I now remember the part where my mom started this at 10 in the morning so by late afternoon we had fresh bread to munch on and share when we were all... awake. Looks and tastes like I remember. Crunchy toasted crust with light and fluffy buttery _ ahhhhhh satisfied.
mmm. Cookie monster. Oatmeal, raisin, choc-a-latte. easy process throw it all in (melting the butter with some chocolate). add some icecream for sandwhich style. OMG! YUM.
Keep Breathing. (work and business).
Getting in to the groove of the 9-5, or not at all. I get antsy. I get bored. I wait for autocad to spit out some error message at me and shut down. I wish it would at least pick a few funny jokes to place on the screen while I am going cross eye'd. ... breathe. I feel the tension and the stresses of a non-profit and sit in the middle "behind the scenes" of budgeting, finances and enrollment of and preparation for eager students.
WHIP IT! WHIP IT GOOD!
Monday was a solid night of good people and good food. The itch to bake my grandmothers Finnish Flat bread is now scratched. I started it at 7ish when the grill was a grillin our mushroom n' veggies to make the best and only mushroom, eggplant, zucchini and bbq sauce "burger" I ... mm mmmmm. I did not know that this craving would be such a long process; when I thought back to the memories of my mother making the bread; I remember kneeding and sitting by the fire as it took a while to rise. And the process I found out goes... mix dry, stir wet, add bacon grease, flour, flour, more flour, flour, flour, more flour, still more flour, still sticky, more flour, lil more, lil more flour, ok ball it up, let it rise, punch it down, let it rise, roll it out, let it rise, flip it, fork it and put it in the oven. wait one loaf, wait loaf two. wheeew. its now 1230 and mmmm. nibble nibble, go to bed. I now remember the part where my mom started this at 10 in the morning so by late afternoon we had fresh bread to munch on and share when we were all... awake. Looks and tastes like I remember. Crunchy toasted crust with light and fluffy buttery _ ahhhhhh satisfied.
mmm. Cookie monster. Oatmeal, raisin, choc-a-latte. easy process throw it all in (melting the butter with some chocolate). add some icecream for sandwhich style. OMG! YUM.
Keep Breathing. (work and business).
Getting in to the groove of the 9-5, or not at all. I get antsy. I get bored. I wait for autocad to spit out some error message at me and shut down. I wish it would at least pick a few funny jokes to place on the screen while I am going cross eye'd. ... breathe. I feel the tension and the stresses of a non-profit and sit in the middle "behind the scenes" of budgeting, finances and enrollment of and preparation for eager students.
WHIP IT! WHIP IT GOOD!
OH and did I mention the weekend festivals... all summer long.
This past weekend events...
This past weekend events...
National Day of the AMERICAN COWBOY, yes ladies!, get your cowboys right here in Prescott.
Front line news reads: MAN CRACKS THE WHIP ON HARMLESS CELERY!
and what true American cowboy would be without their Shady Ladies.
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