Posted on 06/11/2006 7:39:20 AM PDT by Mo1
*grumble*
Is that one of Zark's new virgins?
The bite is not right and so it is sensitive, but the extreme pain has disappeared thank Goodness!
Now that's a body, but a face only a mother could love.
Don't talk to me about gardens...I can't find my flowers the weeds are so thick from all our rain and lack of care because of it. I'm getting too darned old for this much gardening. Just filling the window boxes is a job.
I've heard all the flowers I usually buy are sold out, so I am hoping that they are getting a lot more in. Hell, no ones planted yet. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..
Oh....I have one of those. I don't go to the Dentist either when I should.
Now I have to take anti's before I get anything done. Sighhhh....getting old sux!
What would we do without your grumbles..and Darks hauntings? lol
Hang onto your socks, Pup. They're baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!! :(
Getting outside doing yardwork is part of my exercise program. That's why I kill myself doing it. Gardening and yardwork are brutal exercise if you do it right, anyway, as you well know. LOL!
I don't do annuals as a rule. I just keep planting various perrennials, it's less effort, especially now that I've figured out what the deer eat.
I believe so. She was recently taken as a hostage, but he looks on on her a lot.
I'll get you some fresh pics when I get home.
Did you see the pic of the dam?
Interesting story there. The Spaniards were mining the mountains for gold adjacent to the dam in the 1700s, and were traveling south periodically with 100 mule teams laden with gold. When they were between teams, they would cache the gold in the ground (Question: How many pounds of gold can 100 mules carry?)
One of the back hoe workers hit one of those caches, filled up the bed of his pickup with the ingots, (5 lbs each) and disappeared off the face of the earth. I heard this story in 1990, right after becoming involved in a ranch nearby.
In 2004 I heard the finale -- someone from the ranch was visiting the Carribean, and happened to meet the fellow in a bar, recognized him, and asked what had happened -- big surprise to find him alive and obviously well. The fellow now has a big spread on an island there, living out the rest of his natural life in ease.
You can still find ingots in the mountains there, on old mule trails where they fell out of the bags and landed on the ground. I have heard of 2 such finds.
The mine itself -- That is shrouded in secrecy. Brigham Young contacted the Ute Indians for permission to extract 100,000 ounces of gold, enough to setup the Mormon mint in SLC, that produced gold coins from 1849 on, for the settlers to do commerce. The gold covered Moroni statue on the temple in SLC, that really is a gold covered statue.
When Brigham had his 100,000 ounces, the Indians sealed the mine, and to this day it has never reopened. It is on tribal lands up there. I talked to one party that searched on Tribal lands for other caches like the one found, and they apparently located a second but were not allowed to dig it up. Now the Indians keep armed patrols up the canyons and on the mountain tops, and I have encountered them. They move you along and escort you back to public roads if you are off them.
Apparently the elders won't tell the young bucks where the sealed entrance is, or so the story goes. Brigham left a cannon up there, and it was possible to find it through the 1990's, but I suspect it has been moved by now.
Sooooooooo, how's the weather???
Hi Westie.
I do the same as you do...every year more perenials. Of course winter gets them now and then so I have to keep planting those too.
I don't mind doing the window boxes so much, as I don't have to bend over...but the low gardens are getting to both of us.
Wow...how interesting, Dog. I would be roaming those hills forever with a metal detector if I were you.
That dam didn't even look real it was so precise. What a country!
Yes...do keep the pics coming.
That poor hat.
Started the new job today. I actually only spent an hour and a half at the office here, then spent the rest of the day in the old office...but at least if the dingbat had so much as said "boo" to me, I could've told her to pound sand. I actually have a supervisor with a clue. What a novel concept. She accomplished more in an hour and a half than the dingbat does in a month!
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