What were you thinking???

The barn at Berthusen Park

Enough of this nonsense...really! First I find that Kahshe Cottager has tossed one of those Thinking Blogger things my way. I was honored...but confused. When do I think? Not often, if I can avoid it. Thinking can be stressful. But then...then it gets followed up by RoseMary sending a second one my way, and on the very same day!

And I just need to know...WHAT were you ladies thinking?

Just to set the record straight, I have a long history of not thinking. It began as a child. I recall my mother often saying to me, "What were you thinking?" And my reply would be.... .....or something equally as profound.

City Boy often times will be rambling on and on about something around here, and then I'll hear him say, "What do you think?" Huh? What? I was supposed to be thinking? I forgot. Could you repeat the question?

Cleary, thinking is not my strong point. Yet two of you numbskulls went and handed me something that eludes to the (non)fact that when someone visits here, they're visiting someone who thinks. And to make matters worse, I've got to find five more bloggers who think. No, wait...I've got two awards, which means I've got to be finding ten thinking bloggers. This will take a great deal of thought, something I'm not sure I'm ready for. Thought confuses me. It befuddles me. It hurts to think.

And you know what? I’m not going to do it. At least not right away. Hey! I’ve got a vacation to take! You can’t expect a person to think while they’re on vacation, can you?

By this time tomorrow, we’ll be on the road to Oregon. I’ll be posting updates for you along the way; City Boy has installed Adobe onto the laptop so it’s good to go as far as getting my photos resized and online for you. Hopefully we’ll find something interesting to take pictures of, or you’ll be stuck with (more) videos of me!

Before I go, I’m going to share a couple photos from the other day. After leaving the cemetery with Lanky, we went to Berthusen Park. It’s another one of those old homesteads that has been donated to the parks department. My cousin and his wife manage it and are lucky enough to actually live there! Of course, living on a homestead has it's disadvantages...

One more thing before I wander thoughtlessly off for the day: I’ve added a link here where you can subscribe to my blog. This will ensure you get my thoughtless drivel in your email each time I post something. Which really you probably don’t need, but if your brain is like mine, it may forget to check in. And you wouldn’t want to miss out on our little vacation, would you?

Random Silliness

Happy Birthday, Lanky Hanky!

Today is Lanky Hanky's birthday. Darling and I took her to the cemetery to celebrate. We feel it's important to do things on one's birthday that one will be able to look back on later in life and say "Gee, that was warped". Lanky Hanky, thanks to us, will be able to do that.

Lanky Hanky and Darling exchange a hug.
This is a birthday she will long remember!

Lanky Hanky is taller than Darling!

Lanky is the older sister of Miss Banana Head, and the younger sibling of Trouble. She is also more than a full year younger than Darling. Which why we're puzzled as to the size difference between the two. Lanky's mother is Little Hitler, who is a good four inches shorter than I am. Both City Boy and Lanky's father are about the same height. So how did Lanky grow so tall?

While at the cemetery, we pondered nicknames for Lanky. Darling suggested Skinnie Winnie. Lanky nearly fell of the tailgate of the truck laughing. No, she didn't think that was a good one. Hmmmm...how about Thin Min? No, that wasn't going to cut the mustard either. Darling sighed...Lanky Hanky? Another outburst of laughter from Lanky. "It's all about the rhyme with you, isn't it?" she asked Darling. "Yes. The rhyme an the fact that you're too skinny."

And that is how Lanky Hanky got her nickname. It was just one step above Skinnie Winnie, and as it's Lanky's birthday, we allowed her that one small token as a gift. However, it still doesn't answer the question of how she got so tall.

But I swear...it'll never happen again!