Miss Piggy Lunchbox

Here are a couple of AP photos by Mark Keppler of a one-day-old rhino in Germany.  Click through for larger (and cuter) versions.

Recently there was a celebration down the street to commemorate 100 years since the park was dedicated, kind of an informal beginning for our neighborhood.  There were lots of old pictures.  Here’s one that ostensibly shows where the cable car used to run over the hill from downtown to the weekend retreat that is now our neighborhood.  But all I see is a lot of never-snow.

This is one of my favorite sights in Seattle.  What a menu.

How are you not tempted to run in and have Extra Pork?

This is a little disconcerting to be behind in traffic, especially when you catch a glimpse of what looks like some kind of spooky nurse clown driver.  You don’t quite know what’s going to come flying out of the back.

You have to appreciate the details, though.  Check out the brake lights.

I wasn’t able to get a pic of the clown driving, but I was able to pull up alongside at a light and reveal some of the mystery.

What a great way to bring people to the table….

I can think of at least two unnecessary words in this brand.

The folks in Newport, Oregon, that’s who.

This sign, and the keys directly above it, were up for at least six months.  I called the number but it was no longer in service.  Today the sign is there with no keys.

We have a bit of an ant problem.  They’ve nested in our home and come out every spring as soon as the sun starts to show itself for more than a few minutes per day.

Every year it’s the same pattern.  We buy traps and spray a little.  The number of live ants just increases, but so does the number of dead ants falling out of our vents and lying dead on our floor.  After a while we decide that we’d rather just live with ants than continue to spray poison around our kitchen.

But every year the ants get worse and worse.

The other day I looked over on my shoulder and saw this guy’s final resting place.

These railroad ties are all that’s holding up the hill behind the house we rent.  That structure on the left of the picture is our home.

When the storms come every year in early faltering and Seattle has all its landslides, we kind of hold our breath for a couple of months.