Did I ever tell you about the time I left a comment on someones blog and instead of typing my website address I typed the password to my blog and didn’t realize it until I hit publish.

Well I did that but that has nothing to do with this post, that was just on my mind and I had to get it out.

I have a rule to not have hard and fast rules but general rules.  Which is kind of like my never say never rule.   Generally I never say never except right there.   So my point is that generally when someone is having a contest on their blog I don’t comment, or whatever else it is they want me to do to enter the contest because, well I just don’t.   Knowing that the rule is a general rule I may have been feeling some crazy and I may have participated and when I did,  SCORE.

Diary of a Mad Bathroom posted this on her site and asked her readers to guess what it is.

I guessed “brittany spears ovaries” and while I expected to get a smart-ass reply, DG is like that, I not only won but got a supporting vote from another contestant.

This is my prize.

I was pretty excited to get the card but a bonus gift, that was not disclosed at the time of the contest, was included in the envelope.   I can’t begin to tell you how jealous you are that I have a Diary pen and you don’t.

Next was my win over at Jillsy Girl. When I started following Jillsy Girl she was Two Yorks and a Bean and you all know how I feel about beans.

Jillsy Girl has turned her creative on and taught herself to use her new Nikon and her new version of Photoshop Elements and the results are quite amazing, although most of her shots are not “shopped”

This contest was more of a guessing game where Jill would post close-up photos of everyday items and ask you to guess what they were or it might have been some other thing she did, she’s so freaking creative it hurts my head.

Anyway I won and I got to select any photo she had posted on either site for my prize and this is the one I chose. This photo is one of the first ones she posted on Jillsy Girl.

The fog in this photo makes the trees feel ghost like, it’s one of my favorite things to see in a forest.

How much do you love the card she included with the photo, I know, all creative and stuff.  Jill can shoot some, well photos.

The part I was most excited about when getting these gifts?

Seeing the handwriting on the envelopes.   I love handwriting for me it’s comparable to talking to someone on the phone you’ve never met and then meeting them.

I was surprised by both their styles.

Go visit both of these wonderful sites, Diary for her wit and Jill for her creative.

When I came home from work tonight Scout had pulled down one of the 4 boxes of photos that are stored in the hall closet and was searching for pictures of the boat we use to own.  We have 15 years of photos on film and 5 years of digital photos.  I’ve often thought I should get the film photos scanned to file but UGH, too hard.

Anyway, in the process of looking for what he was looking for he found this:

I know 2 water heaters, who can afford that.

Oh, wait not what you were looking at.

Remember my last post about being low maintainence, well not so much if you’re going to a Halloween party.

This party is a huge event, held in a private home, attended by hundreds of people and it is legendary.   This was the first and only year Scout and I dressed for the theme.

The night of the party , after putting on my ‘ho clothes and spraying as much hairspray as has been on my head since 1972 and making sure that when I looked back on this picture I’d be FOREVER grateful I grew my atrocoius bangs out I went next door to the Neighbor Lady’s house with my newly purchased box of “we can’t match your skin tone but who do you want to be” makeup box and had her apply the most inappropriate amount of make-up she could.

I don’t think my hair or my make-up out weighs the shiny-ness of my friends suit.  Holy crudolie girl that santa suit is shiny and that fake black hair is rockin the…I don’t know, but I do know if she knew I had posted this picture she’d laugh her ass off.

Then there’s Scout all Hugh Hefner:

If these women knew I’d posted this they’d maybe kick my ass, one at a time, or all together taking turns, especially the one on the right.  But look at Hugh Scout Hefner in the middle all relaxed in his 1950’s thrift store robe.

Recently Scout and I went on a ride to Sugar Pine, a place we haven’t been in a very long time.

This ride spot consists of logging roads that wind through the forest and loop back on each other and in the summer it can be hot and very dusty. Following the leader I end up with a beard and a mustache made up of red dust that is not very attractive and it doesn’t match my skin tone or ethnicity so we avoid this ride in the summer.

But if you’re lucky enough to catch it right after a light rain it is the best ride and the forest is amazing. On this ride we did.

After unloading we took a walk to the creek which is in the process of being “recovered” by the Forest Service and got to see all the wonderful moss, baby trees (reforestation) and I got to practice shooting the water so it looks like melted silver flowing over the rocks.

On the way back to the truck I caught this:

Who knew penis-Pinus Lambertiana existed in this part of the country but there it was in all it’s glory.

And, hell yeah that’s my dream truck?
And look, there’s still snow in the Sierras for the fisrt time in a long time.
And why is that tree karote choppin that other tree?
And why does Scout have two helmets?
And please let the trees get taller and stop chopping them down!

Old growth, please let there be some old growth.

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