The Female of the Species

Internet - "This confirms my belief that there is an intelligent designer who took a lot of acid."

There is something quite Zen about this.

Packaging Fail

Me drinking a Bloody Mary at the Grand Hotel in Big Timber

We're Number 2! We're Number 2!

Want It!

1. Think how fast you could field dress a deer. Particularly in my neighborhood.
2. One word - "zombies."

Want It!

Er, I have no idea what this is about.

A Good Read

What I'm Reading Now.

Specifically, "Discriminatory Segregationism in A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving."

Why Peanuts was always cool.

In the summer of 1968, Charles Schulz—born yesterday in 1922—decided not to take the path of least resistance.

WTF?

Beaver Creek Brewing Company in Wibaux

"An oasis in a desert of no microbrews."




Their beers are Wibaux's Gold, Beaver Creek Pale Ale, Redheaded IPA, Paddlefish Stout (comes with a chocolate chip cookie), Rusty Beaver Wheat and root beer.

The Rusty Beaver Wheat was great - we had two.

How to be a really bad parent

The piggy bank every teenage girl needs to build self-esteem and positive body image.

Tom Horn’s Winchester Model 1894 Rifle

Horn was suspected in the sniper-style murders of rustlers and settlers suspected of cattle stealing throughout the Chugwater River country of Wyoming from 1895 through 1899, when he apparently moved south to the Brown’s Hole region of extreme northern Colorado, an area he knew well from hunting outlaws during his Pinkerton Agency days. Mysterious, sniper-style killings of several cattle rustlers in that area (including Matt Rash and Isam Dart), were attributed to Horn, though never proven. Sometime in early 1901, ill with malaria from his recent volunteer service in the Rough Riders during the Spanish-American War, Horn returned to the Chugwater and recovered at the ranch of his old friend, cattle baron John C. Coble. Horn also picked up his chosen profession of cleaning out rustlers and suspicious nesters by killing and terrorizing them with the constant threat of a bullet from nowhere. Those bullets were almost certainly delivered from his Winchester Model 1894

As verified in the grocery store check-out line

Happy Thanksgiving

Not much of a winter

Crazy Mountains.

Love for All

Yeah, THAT Bjorn Borg.