The picture below in from Instapundit, Glenn Reynold’s blog, and shows some cows near Dayton, Tennessee. We are looking to see how many, if any, are leaning. And if one is, leaning that is . . . then who stole our cow? Or is a new fashion trend?

Back to the time when we named bears – and labelled them:

As I type, a concocted gel-like substance that started out green is working on my hair to color the gray and make me look younger and beautiful and so attractive you can’t believe it. Well . . . as Ronald Reagan was known to drawl, that may not turn out to be the case. Right now we’re hoping my hair won’t remain green.

My scalp is actually tingling. Oh, well. Summer insisted that I get light golden brown; I think if I am going to do this, I should have a new and thrilling color. Or what about those ladies who have a shock of white running through their hair.

Now Summer is filming me with a camcorder – the cassette type. We are going to see if we can find a cable that will allow me to transfer the “movie” from VCR to the computer and then, look out world, on to YouTube and mega views as America goes wild over AmeliaJake.

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The timer got goofed up and we think the stuff was on my hair way too long. I am not looking in the mirror. Maybe tomorrow I will go to the store (wearing a hat, of course) and get a nice red color. Let’s not panic; I am an older woman, after all. It can’t be the end of the world.

But if I die tonight and my mother insists that I be buried and not cremated, please, please somebody do something about my hair.

Summer and I mowed the front yard – we don’t really have a lawn, but there doesn’t seem to be a word “yardmowing” . . . not that that has stopped me before. We picked up sticks and she mowed and then I mowed and then she mowed and then I mowed. When we were in the non-mowing phase, we pulled and cut little Christmas lights off of the two huge bushes by the front door.

The Christmas light thing isn’t as bad as it seems; they wind all around the branches and the wind rearranges them and makes certain they are caught up on several branches at once. They freeze like that; they get iced over; they get buried in snow . . . and fortunately they blend in with the dense leafless sticks that make up our winter bushes. Usually, we cut them off much earlier than this, but for some reason we didn’t get around to it as soon this year . . . Perhaps because days of sun didn’t get around to us for a long time this year?

Whatever, they are down now, but as my husband says, “It is almost time to put them up again.” Well, not really, but before we get too far into winter. I know what it is like to stand out there in December with a bitter wind, low temperatures and sometimes snowflakes. Oh, it’s fun to laugh about it in memory mode, but while you are doing it, it can be brutal – especially if a string goes defective not before it is put up, but right after. Swearing during the Christmas season . . . tsk, tsk.

I have wandered a far piece from the mowing theme. Well, it was the first of the season . . . and we still have the back to do. I am thinking of the days when it will be HOT out there, and HUMID. Those are the times I imagine a bunch of people with lawnmowers lined up. They start their engines; they march across the yard side-by-side and finish it just that fast. They kind of look like that network group that shows up in one of the cellphone company commercials . . .

I guess there are a group of people called Mommy Bloggers who are affiliated with an ad group called Blogher. I am very sketchy about this, but stumbled onto one of them in Boston a while back and occasionally check in to see what she is writing. She said she was awarding a “perfect post” to another blogger, Mrs. Chicken at Chicken and Cheese. So I read it and because Mrs. Chicken has a nickname for her daughter – The Poo, which connects us by coincidence of family nicknames – I read more.

Part of what I read was that this is her private writing space where she can make remarks about people, but she did mention one of those people had found her already so she had to change locations. Well, okay . . . except with my curiosity piqued and with only a few references in the blog, I soon knew all about it her.

Now, if I can do it so quickly, does she not think these folks who found her once before won’t be able to do the same thing again? I’m thinking, oh, the revealing web we weave when we when first we a blog do conceive.