Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Super Bowl At Shawshank

The Warden at Shawshank was kind enough to approve a block party of sorts at Shawshank on Super Bowl Sunday. A part of the circular drive was cordoned off and the game was projected onto a building. The Association sprang or sprung for burgers, hotdogs and tables and chairs. At halftime they bussed in some female dancers and did a line dance for us inmates.



Lovely evening for an outside block party.  I was alone and this one woman, who was also alone, started talking in the thickest, heaviest New Yawk accent I've ever heard.  She said she was divorced and I was not the least bit surprised.


The projection was pretty decent and the sound system was fantastic.  Someone mentioned doing this weekly as a movie night.  You want to ruin a good thing?  Do it every week.


There were probably 40 or so people there and many filtered in and out as the game went on.  Much applause after some of the commercials.  The one garnering the most appeared to be the dog that ran backwards at the finish line.  Not my favorite, though.


Here we are at half-time with the ladies gearing up for their line dance.  




By the way, I lost $20.00 to Neighbor Tim, as he picked the Giants.  Last year I won and he paid me in pennies, dimes, nickels and quarters.  Hmmmm.  Wonder how I can get even??

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

More New Random Pictures


The blog is always hungry and since I have set the standard for new entries each day (give or take weekends) carrying the camera, or phone around is second nature. It is amazing what you see out there on any given day and thus, on Saturday, January 21st, this is what I saw.




The Farmer's Market is in full swing but failed to spot my Bloody Mary Mix maker and the line was too long at the fresh fruit stand, so decided to get Holly a metal gecko I promised from a few months ago.  But there were a couple things to snap first.  Here we have a purveyor of hugs.  He wasn't alone, as there were free huggers all over St. Pete this weekend, some sort of feel-good civic function, or another example of big government, take your pick.  I stayed away because I'm particular about who gets to squeeze me and feel me up.   


Also not too far from the free huggers,  was this stand telling everyone breast feeding is normal.  Not sure if they were selling anything other than that message, and didn't want to find out.


USF is pretty close to where the car was parked and one of their dorms sits right next to the sidewalk.  Perhaps this is a missive to Bob, who may have gone to the Breastfeeding stand at the Farmer's Market, or maybe it's some newfangled college cryptic message.  Either way, its an odd thing to use your window as a "To-Do" list.    


Heading over to Tyrone Square Mall, saw these two bikers riding together.  At first the Lone Wolf patch struck me as humorous with him having a buddy to ride with and all, but further research had another somewhat interesting twist to this picture.  Apparently the Lone Wolf No Club is a nationwide organization for bike enthusiasts to look like a badass biker without actually having to be a badass biker.   In essence, it is a way for people to play pretend being a biker without all the hassle of actually joining a biker club, which, I suppose has certain risks, depending on the club, of course.  By the way, the other rider is wearing a Chicago Bears ball cap.  Insert funny comment here.


Having made it over to the Mall, we entered the New York & Company store which is closing its doors for good here at the Mall.  My daughter was a co-manager and is leaving the company after pleas to stay on in another local store.  She has decided to become an administrator at Piper Fire in Largo.  It will be a M-F job with weekends off, a very alluring prospect if you have never had it.    


The parking lot had this truck and message.  I didn't think you could buy monkeys, but, evidently, you can down here.


Went looking for pooches again this weekend, but arrived at this one just as it was closing.  


Saw this dead moth that may have come off the front of the car, or simply decided to die at this spot.  Look at the size of it.  Its the size of a bird. 



This is NOT a political blog.  I blurred the party written on this bill.  And this could easily have been written with any political party.  But the reason I am posting this is who has the hate to take a bill and write on it?  A member of the family received this in a transaction and  I wondered who has the time, inclination and anger to write on bills?



Norah, my biker chick.  I put this one Facebook and received lots of good comments.  I have noticed on Facebook there are three levels of stuff people leave after you write something:

LEVEL ONE:  Lots and lots of comments and likes if you post babies, kittens or puppies.
LEVEL TWO:  If you post a picture of yourself or song lyrics there will be dramatic drop in comments.
LEVEL THREE:  Post political crap and you'll virtually be ignored. 



Monday, February 27, 2012

Mugshot Monday


I can't ever get enough of dumbshits who plaster permanent ink all over their face. 


Gross!  Jesus, at least change the dressing.


This is what I look like when I want something really bad.  Without the long blond hair and vagina, of course.



Oooooooh, I done something bad this time.



Do I look familiar.  SAme chick as last week.  Must be her signature mug shot look.   


It wasn't me, Officer!


Let's see.  How about a face tattoo that will be on forever.  OK, sounds good.



 I did some quick research regarding the cross tattoos under the eyes and it simply means "New Life".  





Octoman! 


Another face that looks like a note pad.  With lots of doodles.



Bright colors are a way to attract the opposite sex.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Alligator Walk - Part 2

OK, You're back. Let's continue our Alligator Walk at the Boyd Hill Nature Preserve in St. Petersburg, Florida. After one of the most boring instructional lectures by a Preserve volunteer, we ambled down gravel pathways looking for one of those gators. The lecturer said that on these walks which they do once a month, the gators don't always show themselves. It is not a zoo, but a natural preserve and the animals here do pretty much as they please.


I'm mostly going to shut up now and let you wander.  











Yes, that's a tail.




A gator sunning himself.



At one of the open areas, this guy was down the lane a bit.  He never moved even with all of us rubbernecking and taking pictures.  But he knew we were here. 



There's another one on the bank to the right of the bird.






Gators like what is called brackish water, neither all fresh nor all salt.  


Lots of walkways here,  about 6 miles worth.


This lady didn't seem to mind becoming gator food.  I, however, made sure he'd get her before he'd get me.  Ever the gentleman.


Beautiful place, I'm going back soon.



Kenzie and Norah checking out the Old bridge Trail.





We had left the group by this time and noticed this home for some kind of varmint here tucked between two trees.  Beaver?



There is also an aviary that houses several predator birds who have been injured. 



That does it for our tour and Alligator Walk at the Preserve.  Sometimes the coolest things are in your own backyard.  This preserve is only 4 miles away and can provide a restful and enjoyable day in the wild seeing stuff some people never see except in zoos.   And all this for the cost of a bottle of beer and change.