Best NM line of the weekend
From the quotable NewMexiKen.
Regarding the Obama rally held in Albuquerque last night:
“If 40,000 people were at the Obama rally, while it lasted the rally was the 7th largest city in the state of New Mexico.”
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The wonder of progress.
Yes, oh yes, the miracles of modern engineering.
Mind boggling!
I’m just astounded to be living in these times of overwhelming progress.
I mean LOOK at this…a breakthrough!
They are now able to take the humble Hershey’s kiss.
And fill plum to bursting with gooey CARAMEL!
(sorry for the bad iPhone photo, but this is an actual kiss actually consumed by me in my kitchen last night!)
Who is the glorious person that created this process and how soon may I slap a hug on ’em!
God bless the chocolate engineers!
This one is for Emmett
For you, my friend, since we share a sick sense of humor about flaming squirrels.
I bring you…raccoons that can’t be tased.
“Raccoon unfazed by cop’s Taser during wild chase”
Best line of the article:
“‘While unlocking the back door, the suspect (karen’s note: suspect = a raccoon!) ran at Officer Ek,’ the police report says.”
Hee.
And so the officer fired his taser like a rock star from “Cops“
Only the tase didn’t phase the “suspect”, and he it took off.
At least he it didn’t burst into flames.
Whuttre YOU looking at?
Thar she votes!
Time to stop waffling and fence sitting and get to voting.
What a strange election year.
Going to Carlsbad in my mind
Yeah, I just said that. Okay, maybe not actually Carlsbad, but near Carlsbad.
For a while back in the day (also called “the college years”) my folks lived in Carlsbad. Meaning I spent holidays and summers there.
Have ya’ll been to Carlsbad? No, not the caverns, those aren’t actually in town. Actual Carlsbad. Where are my southeastern New Mexico people? You know what I’m talkin’ about.
Yeah. Carlsbad.
So with those dull days in mind, while my mom resided in fabulous downtown Carlsbad, she sought to find ways to get OUT of Carlsbad.
One of the places she took me, one hot summer day, was a location called Sitting Bull Falls. Yes, in the middle of the desert, a glorious oasis with an 130 foot waterfall.
Gorgeous!
What got me waxing about such a wonderful (cooooool) place?
Well, first, it’s been a hard day. Bleary eyed I scanned the Las Cruces Sun News and followed *this* link.
To my surprise, I found a nice write up about Sitting Bull Falls! Nestled deep in the Lincoln National Forest, it’s a beautiful and surprising destination in the, uh, middle of no-frickin’-where.
(When you are a NM kinda person, the corner of no-frickin’-where and BFE is a party destination!).
So on this bleary, sad, hard day, I went to Sitting Bull Falls in my mind.
I remembered a really good day. A break from the oppressive heat. Natural beauty. And relaxing. It was a nice mental vacation.
I sort of doubt I’ll ever be back that way again in person…so the best I can do is go to Sitting Bull Falls in my mind.
Ahhhh.
