This creative dad has been drawing on his kid's lunch baggies since 2008.
And he has photographed nearly every one. He does his illustration right after making their sandwich and the kids are surprised at lunch.
Way to go dad!!
Humongous Haute Couture?
Ginormous Donkey Head?
Gargantuas Guinea Pigs?
Nooooo....Bird's Nests!!!Sociable Weaver Bird nests to be factual. These massive bird abodes can be seen through out the Kalahari Desert in the south of Africa and each can be home to one hundred birds of varying species at one time including the South African Pygmy Falcon.
View from below:
Via the San Diego Zoo:
Ivika Turkson of the Tallinn Central Library says that last week the man in his mid-80s returned the overdue book — which was checked out on March 7, 1944, while Estonia was occupied by Nazi Germany — along with an apology and an offer to pay a late fee.
Turkson said Tuesday that the library waived any penalty for the late return of the tome, which still contained the original emblem and serial number, allowing librarians to identify it.
It was not immediately clear why the man waited so long to return the book, a work of fiction by Estonian author Eduard Vilde.
Technique used: Transparent liquid resin - mixed with a hardener or catalyst - is poured. When the resin has set into a solid, the surface is painted with acrylic paint. By repeating this process, the artist is able to create three dimensional sculptural pieces. More Flickr photos- http://www.flickr.com/photos/dominicspics/sets/72157628617194683/with/6592898491/
Riusuke Fukahori - http://goldfishing.info/works/resins.html
MyCuppa MugsTar-like or wishy washy? You decide!
Add milk to match the colour
The colour strips range from Milky to Black with variations such as Dark & Strong and Builders' Brew in between.
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| Why not paws for a cup?|
Everyone loves a good old cup of tea, but there are times when the boring standard brand tea simply won't do. After all, we doubt the Queen of England chucks a couple of bags of Lipton's in the pot when she's having visiting dignitaries come by for sandwiches. The only problem is, unless you've got a title in your name and your palate is as pretentious as your hyphen, fancy brews like Earl Grey and Darjeeling just don't hit the spot. What's more, posh tea is hardly likely to get your guests in a lather of excitement.
That's why your good friends here at Firebox finally decided to seek out a decidedly different brew to enliven your lunches and transform your tea breaks. And by Jiminy, have we found one!
Monkey Picked Tea is a wonderfully refreshing brew that has been hand - or rather paw - picked by monkeys! Do not adjust your computer - you read it right the first time. These well cared for monkeys are famous in their native China and are specially trained by their owners to pick rare, wild tea plants in inaccessible places, such as cliff faces. The monkey-picked leaves produce a pale, golden tea that's so fragrant and delicious it's best served without milk. Or sugar. Or cookies. Or cake. The point being, drinking Monkey Tea should be viewed as an important spiritual event, not to be sullied by crass diversions.
Best of all, the monkeys enjoy their work. Picking tea is a family business for most of these resourceful little simians, as their parents before them were usually in the tea picking trade too. And let's face it, scurrying around in the great outdoors harvesting Asia's favourite drink is a far more dignified way to earn a living than prancing around on a barrel-organ in a grubby, ill-fitting clown's suit. Monkey Tea is guaranteed to get tongues wagging and mouths watering the minute you mention it, so put the kettle on and order some today.
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REIDSVILLE, N.C. (UPI) -- Rockingham County, N.C., authorities said a man was arrested after he posed as a sheriff's deputy while dealing with a store clerk who was an off-duty deputy.
The Rockingham County Sheriff's Office alleged Kevin Michael Taylor, 31, asked for a law enforcement discount from a clerk at an AutoZone store, the News and Record newspaper in Greensboro, N.C., reported.
Taylor allegedly showed the clerk a Rockingham Community College identification card from a Basic Law Enforcement Training course and claimed to work in the patrol division of the Rockingham County Sheriff's Office.
However, the clerk was an off-duty sheriff's deputy and knew the man was lying, the sheriff's office said.
Taylor, who was charged with impersonating a law enforcement officer, was released on $5,000 bond. He is scheduled to appear in court May 15.
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heh heh heh...all for a free cup of coffee
1970's that is!!
....Yeah Baby!...that was My Generation.
I was born into a black & white world ,a poster child for 1960's suburbia, coming of age in a post-psychedelic world of Disco balls, Dancing Queens and DayGlo.
What a time to be a teen with Dance Fever!
I recently came across one of those "you know your are from..." email list (which I usually ignore) that took me by surprise. It was "you know you were a girl in the 70's if..." The first line (repeated below) caught my eye and though many of the others did not apply to me, the memories came flooding back to me and I hope my list does the same for you.
So get out your bean bag chair, pour yourself a Fresca and be young again with me.......
The 70's is your generation if.....
- . . . you wore that rainbow shirt that was half-sleeves and the rainbow went up one sleeve, across your chest and down the other.
- . . . you owned a bicycle with a floral banana seat, handlebars as high as your head (with long ribbons and a basket. In the early 80's you moved onto the ever popular 10 speed. Gosh that seat hurt.
- . . . your started out on metal roller skates that go stretched & locked with a "key and then graduated to the "Professional" shoe skates (white) that laced up like granny boots
- . . . . while we're on skaters you had or desperately wanted a "Dorothy Hamill Do"
- . . . you wore psychedelic & paisley bell bottoms with midriff tops (and looked cute not trashy.
- . . .you caught lightening bugs, wore flip flops and played "red light, green light"
- . . .you carried a metal lunch box to school with a thermos inside. Inside the thermos was glass that broke the first time you dropped it(probably within the first two weeks)
- . . . your t.v. had knobs that clicked and rabbit ear antennas
- . . .Admit it......you thought Gopher from Love Boat was cute BUT not as cute as Davey Jones. You never missed an episode of The Monkeys. Hey..heyyyyyyyyy
- . . . you had rubber boots for rainy days (galoshes) that you pulled over your shoes, owned a smelly, rubber rain coat & tied a plastic triangle over your head.
- Later you had a " bubble umbrella and lace up granny boots....ohhhh...remember granny skirts, mood rings and chokers!?!
- . . . you wore snow suits,clip on mittens and wrapped your feet in plastic before putting on your snow boots
- .. . . you had either a "bowl cut" or a "pixie" because your Mom was sick of braiding your hair. How traumatic when people thought you were a boy.
- . . . your sleeping bag was a prized possession and you took it on sleepovers with the girls.
- ******you got your first period at a sleepover and were wearing white pants******** .....oh wait..that was me!
- . . . you owned several"ponchos" most crocheted by your mom (who was also into macramé planters) & wore toe socks with your clogs.
- . . .you dressed to the hilt for Easter..tights, new patent leather shoes, matching purse & a straw hat.. and your mother wore hats of bright colors with fake flowers or ones with a gazillion shiny discs all over it..
- You wore a bathing cap to go swimming that made a frightening noise when you took it off.....like it was sucking out your brain.
- . . . you used to tape record songs off the radio by holding your portable tape recorder up to the speaker.
- Jeans were called "Dungarees". All the males in your family owned a "Leisure suit" And your mom wore Velore "Track Suits" and Jogging Ensembles. ................hahahahaha....MY mother jogging....hahahahahah
- . . .wore your Sunday clothes to go "shopping on the Avenue"
- . . .Adored the Flying Nun, wanted to dress like "That Girl" (Oh, Donald), watched General Hospital from the beginning and dropped everything to be at "Luke & Laura's wedding"
- . . . Tattoos were for Bikers, big hoop earrings for Tramps, Black nail polish for bad girls and you only got your ears pierced..once!
- . . . passed the time with a yo-yo, Frisbee, hoola-hoop or a slinky.
- . . .went to dances at "The Social Hall"
- . . .went through a lot of chalk on the sidewalks
- . . .wanted to be a "Safety" at school and get to "clap the erasers"
- . . ."Trick or Treated" until midnight and walked to school the next day
- . . .your most favoritist thing was a powder blue Snow White watch that you kept in your jewelry box...the one with the beautiful twirling ballerina
- . . .had a Thumbelina doll, Chatty Cathy or Betsy Wetsy...maybe "Mrs Beasley" too
- . . .thought of Sissy, Buffy, Jody, Mr French and Uncle Bill as family
- . . .saw Herbie the love bug, the Towering Inferno and "Billy Jack" at the "theater" and probably watched "Nanny & the Professor, the Banana Splits and the roller derby on t.v.
- . . .had a P.O.W. bracelet and still remember the name on it
- ********** I do.....Staff Sgt. Russell T Bott...
- ...................I wonder if I can find out anything? I've always wondered.............
Well..I'd better stop for now.
There's tears in my eyes and I'm feeling kind of sad. I guess we really did have nothing & everything at the same time. We were safe and we were free...roaming the neighborhood barefoot from sun up to sun down & beyond. And where ever we went & whatever we did our mom's knew it. Our doors were unlocked, our windows were open and somebody always had an eye on us. The world has changed & we can't give that "safe neighborhood" to our children & grandchildren but we can share the memories.
No matter what stage your girls are in (or mood) they really do get a kick out of hearing your corny story.
Print this out, call your daughters and go pop some Jiffy Pop.
Then look up some "grade school buddies" and email them this
And if you are still fortunate to be able to do so...CALL YOUR MOM!
Please pass this on.....Peace, man.