Stadium Pizza

Okay, it's not like I'm gonna post pictures of pizza every week, but will ya look at that? That pizza is art. Look at the grease. We had this pizza at a sports place of sorts I guess. I'm totally not into the sports end, just the pizza end.

 

I still have a few pieces in the refrigerator and I like 'em cold. I'm gonna go get one (or two) now. If you were here, I'd share.

 

Just kidding.

I woke up one morning and this lizard was sunning in my window. He looks normal lizard size, but he was actually a baby. These guys are really mellow. They just sit there and watch me sometimes. Like trees do.

This tree was totally watching me.

But when I made a quick move to my right,

it totally started watching somebody else.

"It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure."
Marquis de Sade

Ladies and Gentleman...

I present further evidence that the Borden Ranch guacamole bowls

will not be deep with dip this year.

Here are a couple of small stretches of road on our property. I took these pictures with an old Sony Mavica and the quality is not so great. Some of these roads are pretty steep and the first time I was on them some many years ago, they were spooky. Now they are just.... there. But I have to be vigilant.

Loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong drops await them what don't pay attention.

Here's a lovely little number that I like to call,

 "Waiting For The Novocain To Take Effect In Preparation For A Tooth Extraction".

I took this photo about three weeks ago and yes, perhaps the title is a bit wordy, but it is accurate.



I had pizza yesterday. This pizza. This pizza place makes some BIG ASS pizzas lemmie tell ya. There is more cheese on this pizza than in the whole state of Wisconsin (pretty much).

 Seeing as how pizza is either my first or second favorite type of food, I am usually able to eat more than two pieces. Not with this one. No way. The only thing I am not real fond of with this place is that they put the toppings under the cheese. I guess that would make them bottomings, but we won't go there.

That there round thing is a quarter I put down for size reference. Anyway...

Do you think the karma is worse for doing this to a frog,

or for keeping a frog that this has been done to?

And why are we always compelled to put stuff like

this with the liquor cabinet or bar area?



This is a boulder in my "neighborhood". It has been under vegetation for who knows how long. But when fire crews cleared some of the land, it revealed a white "line" of sorts on the boulder. I thought it was like some kind of layered rock formation or something. It peaked my curiosity so I took a closer look. It isn't what I thought. Somebody actually painted a freakin line all around it. I have NO idea when or why. It's not a property line or anything. It is just a boulder with a white line painted around it that was under brush for years and years.

You are now intrigued and aroused.



I've never had my own personal totem pole until now. I'm not sure what it means, but if I had to guess, I would think it means fox hawk turtle bear owl. My son gave it to me for Christmas. It's something that I would've never bought for myself and it's something that I don't often think about, but when I see it, it makes me happy. It can be used indoors or out, but I prefer to keep it inside.

When I was very young, my parents had a friend who took us on a flight all over Southern California in his private plane. This is a photograph I took of Los Angeles City Hall.

The year was 1965.

Thar's GOLD in them thar Counties of Orange and

this here's my little vial of

 "Actual GOLD panned at the gold mine,

KNOTT'S BERRY FARM Ghost Town, Calif."

(This was NOT panned at the infamous "Knox Berry Farm" I have so often heard of.) I did venture into them thar hills of Orange to stake my claim on these "gold nuggets" quite some time ago so I don't know if they package your own personal Mother Lode quite the same way anymore. Thar used to be water in that little container. It evaporated some hunered years ago, by crackee.

My modest fortune in gold remains intact and gents with less than honest intentions are reminded that Lizzy Tex Borden does indeed go heeled.