LIGHTS OF MEXICO ON OUR SOUTHERN HORIZON |
YUMA'S GLOW OVER THE HORIZON WITH THE RV LIGHTS OF FELLOW BOONDOCKERS VISBLE IN THE FOREGROUND |
THREE VIEWS OF THE CONSTELLATION ORION FOR MY AUNT JEAN IN FLORIDA |
THE BIG DIPPER STANDING ON IT'S HANDLE |
IF YOU LOOK VERY CLOSELY TO THE EXTREME LEFT YOU CAN SEE GORD AND CATHIES 'UN-LIT' RIG |
Had us big wind advisory going on for today so this morning I anchored our satellite dish down real darn good and positioned the Jeep as a windbreak. Winds howled and barreled in from the south-east and by noon there was no keeping a hat on anymore while outside. Surrounding horizon lines disappeared into clouds of blowing sand. Had we stepped out we would have had our socks blowed right off.
OUR UNSEEN SATELLITE DISH IS SANDWICHED BETWEEN THE JEEP AND THE MOTORHOME |
On the leeward side of the coach before the winds reached their worst potential for the day Kelly was able to barbecue a steak. Would you believe neither one of us could even remotely remember the last time we had barbecued while traveling. We're guessing almost 5 years ago about the time we bought our Congress house in late February of 2012. Of course our orange barbecue was used a lot while at the house but even on our short winter side trips we never bothered taking it along.
HEY THIS IS GONNA GET AWESOME GEORGE SALIVATING |
A RELAXING MORNING AT OUR HOUSE |
LOOKS LIKE I'M GOING TO HAVE TO GET BUSY AND DUST THOSE BINOS OFF |
CATHIE GORD AND KELLY ARE ALL BLACKBERRY USERS SO THEY HAD LOTS TO TALK ABOUT.....NOBODY SEEMED TOO INTERESTED IN HEARING ABOUT MY PEN AND SHIRT POCKET NOTE BOOK |
JUST BECAUSE THIS IS A TOUCH SCREEN MACHINE IT DOESN'T MEAN I WILL BE TOUCHING IT AND GETTING MY GREASY LITTLE FINGER PRINTS ALL OVER IT.....I MUCH PREFER MY TRUSTY MOUSE THANK YOU VERY MUCH |
I'M GUESSING THIS NOTEBOOK/TABLET CONFIGURATION WOULD BE BEST FOR TOUCH SCREENING.....NOT GONNA HAPPEN |
CAN'T EVEN SEE THE CARGO MUCHACHO MOUNTAINS ON THE HORIZON |
THESE NIGHT PHOTOS WERE TAKEN IN MUCH CALMER AIR THURSDAY NIGHT |
Three Little Pigs went out to dinner one night.. The waiter came and took their drink order.
'I would like a Sprite,' said the first little piggy.
'I would like a Coke,' said the second little piggy.
'I want beer, lots and lots of beer,' said the third little piggy.
The drinks were brought out and the waiter took their orders for dinner
'I want a nice big steak,' said the first piggy..
'I would like the salad plate,' said the second piggy.
'I want beer, lots and lots of beer,' said the third little piggy.
The meals were brought out and a while later the waiter approached the table and asked if the piggies would like any dessert.
'I want a banana split,' said the first piggy.
'I want a cheesecake,' said the second piggy.
'I want beer, lots and lots of beer,' exclaimed the third little piggy.
'Pardon me for asking,' said the waiter to the third little piggy,'
But why have you only ordered beer all evening?'
The third piggy says -
'Well, somebody has to go 'Wee, wee, wee, all the way home!!
I AM ABLE TO ENLARGE THE PRINTING OF SOME JOKES I COPY AND PASTE BUT NOT ALL...........
A man lost two buttons from his shirt and put them in his pants pocket. But the pocket had a hole, so the buttons fell into his shoe. Unfortunately, the shoe sole also had a hole, so he lost the buttons. As pockets with holes, holes without buttons, and shoe soles with holes are useless, the man ripped the buttonholes out of his shirt and the pocked from his pants and tossed them in the trash along with the soles of his shoes.A police officer who was observing the man asked him for some identification. The man gave the officer a document that shoed he was an ordained minister of the gospel. When the officer began to escort him to a mental institution, the minister protested violently, asking why he was receiving such unjust treatment.“Look, we both know it’s the best place for you now,” the officer replied. “Anyone claiming to be a preacher who doesn’t save souls or wear holy clothes has probably lost his buttons.”
A man lost two buttons from his shirt and put them in his pants pocket. But the pocket had a hole, so the buttons fell into his shoe. Unfortunately, the shoe sole also had a hole, so he lost the buttons. As pockets with holes, holes without buttons, and shoe soles with holes are useless, the man ripped the buttonholes out of his shirt and the pocked from his pants and tossed them in the trash along with the soles of his shoes.A police officer who was observing the man asked him for some identification. The man gave the officer a document that shoed he was an ordained minister of the gospel. When the officer began to escort him to a mental institution, the minister protested violently, asking why he was receiving such unjust treatment.“Look, we both know it’s the best place for you now,” the officer replied. “Anyone claiming to be a preacher who doesn’t save souls or wear holy clothes has probably lost his buttons.”