When I went to the Gene Autry Museum of Western Heritage (which is what it will always be to me no matter what they change the name to) in Griffith Park California in August of 2010, they had one of Michael Jackson's gloves on display. I left the photo I took pretty large so the description could be read when the image above is clicked on.

I took this picture on the 101 freeway as we drove by the Disney Animation Studios in Burbank, California. And no, those cars are not parked, it's "rush hour". "Rush hour" used to be when people got off of work. But "rush hour" seems to be perpetual anymore.

It's not a very good picture, but I like these hills around Lake Elsinore, California.

To me they look like a painting. I took this photo today as I was driving by.

Here's a view of the hills of Calabasas/Agoura California from a Shell gas station off the Ventura (101) freeway. If those mountains look familiar, it might be because among other things they were the exterior location for the television show MASH.

This gas station is one of my restroom stops on my way from here to there.

Everybody... SAL-SAAAA!

Hey, I have no idea. But it looks kind of nuclear,
in a Lost In Space sort of way.

Yes, they are not the oh so sexy columns on one of the

many patios of mi Estate De Grandes. Nope.

The taillight tells me that I am only in line for an IN-N-OUT Burger.

With the warm weather comes fire season and the dreaded brush fires. This one yesterday was fortunately knocked down in just a few hours with the help of water dropping helicopters, spotting planes and ground crews. A car fire was the cause.

Fires suck.

Happy Birthday America.

I took this picture quite a few years ago at a radio controlled airplane show in Ventura, California.

Ice.... Cold... Coca-Cola.

Does this not look good. And even if it didn't not look good, well... No matter.

It's actually Diet Coke, as I am a Diet Coke freak, as in... I must have it daily.

!! Fun with Tires !!

(...that have been cut in half, cemented into the ground,

 painted to look like a *insert your thought here* and tagged.)

I don't know what his name is, so I'll just call him John, Farmer John.

John has been sitting there for years, twenty-four hours a day, and it gets hot out there. On this day it was over 100 degrees. And yet there he sits. Night and day. Day after day. And he has a camera on his barn. He's pretty cool.

My computer is upstairs in the house and this guy is the guy who greets me as I reach the top of said stairs. He's been there for years and never complains of boredom or anything. In this photo you can see he is saying,
 "Que pasa señorita Tex?"
 I'm sure you've seen others like him, but he is mine.

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,

A tale of a fateful trip.
That started from this tropic port,

aboard this tiny....

Wait, what? Where? Tropic who?

Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides was awesome. Of course, I'm a pretty big fan girl, so going into it I'm going to give it a lot of room for error. I am admittedly biased. But dang-it all, it was GOOD. I am very tempted to go see it again.

Above is some POTC swag that I picked up over the last few weeks. No biggie, just fun "junk". I'm hoping it is not another four years until the next installment.

The Captain Jacks on my shelf are tellin me that tomorrow is the day that I will be going to see Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides.

And to that I say

!!! Huzzah !!!

Here's our modern day mule (more or less).

Without these things, gettin around this property would be purtneer major difficult. This picture was taken in an area where I liked to shoot my firearms. I don't shoot there lately. We worry about brush fires starting from a bullet ricocheting off a rock or something. It's a legitimate concern these days. I took this picture on a hot summer day with an old Sony Mavica. Not the best quality.

Doesn't this look like a nice, breezy, cool place to park your car? It almost looks as though you could lay a blanket out, open an ice cold beverage and have a lazy Sunday snooze.

Well, it's not. It's a hot, germ infested, litter filled Walmart parking lot.



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I heard a ruckus outside one day and went out to find this baby hawk a little confused about how to exit our balcony. I don't know if he was scared or angry or both, but he was making a lot of noise. Unfortunately there was not much I could do but watch and he finally did find his way out.

Hee hee hee! Ha ha ha!! Ho ho ho!!!

Here's one of the sunflowers that I grew last year. I actually didn't have much luck with them. I'm thinkin they didn't get enough water, and then the birds got to the seeds before I did. I'm a slacker.