Here's a few more pictures from Yellowstone!
We were really lucky to see these two Bald Eagles in their nest on our first day into the park.
Just another one of the many beautiful hot springs
Old faithful in a snow storm about 30 minutes before it went off
Old faithful as it erupts (the snow stopped and the clouds cleared about ten minutes before)
One of the many waterfalls
15 comments:
*cough* *cough* need...... more...... pictures...... *cough*
p.s. why do they call it "word verification" when you have to type in the jumbled letters before you post your comment? It's not really a word. There is no way "xwjjjx" will EVER be a word no matter which way you arrange or re-arrange the letters! It should be called letter verification, for that is exactly what it is. Just another example of google lying to us and telling us they are not going to take over the world!
I am unofficially declaring this blog DEAD!
For at least the next two years, anyway.
It's sad though, I enjoy Up Close Photography, but everyday, it seems to get further and further away....
I bet I'm the only person that will ever see this comment too. That's how dead this blog is.
Yup, still dead. One year later.
-bob
Dear Bob,
I was thinking that since you and I are the only ones who are disappointed that this blog died off ( I check this blog every couple of months or so), this could be our new secret meeting place, kind of a myspace for grown dudes to share jokes. An OurSpace. Only is a straight way. There's only one good way to start off an OurSpace:
Jewish Son to Jewish dad:"Dad, can I have $50?"
Jewish Dad:" I can't afford to give you 45 dollars. What do you need 40 dollars for?I'm not giving you 35 dollars! "
Dear Josh,
You amaze me. I have always wanted an OurSpace page to post comments, jokes, and useless random facts and trivia. The fact that this is secret and nobody but us knows about it makes it even better. It's like a super secret club. We should have a code word, secret handshake, and a sign that says, "No Girls Allowed!"
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How do you start a Jewish Marathon?
Roll a Penny down a Hill.
Yeah! No girls..and...stuff!
Oh, if you have a minute a day to do anything, this is my recommendation:
Eli's Jokes on youtube. Best time I've ever spent on youtube. Shayla might enjoy some of them, too.
A man walks into a bar and asks the bartender, "If I show you a really good trick, will you give me a free drink?" The bartender considers it, then agrees. The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny rat. He reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a tiny piano. The rat stretches, cracks his knuckles, and proceeds to play the blues.
After the man finished his drink, he asked the bartender, "If I show you an even better trick, will you give me free drinks for the rest of the evening?" The bartender agrees, thinking that no trick could possibly be better than the first. The man reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny rat. He reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a tiny piano. The rat stretches, cracks his knuckles, and proceeds to play the blues. The man reaches into another pocket and pulls out a small bullfrog, who begins to sing along with the rat's music.
While the man is enjoying his beverages, a stranger confronts him and offers him $100,000.00 for the bullfrog. "Sorry," the man replies, "he's not for sale." The stranger increases the offer to $250,000.00 cash up front. "No," he insists, "he's not for sale." The stranger again increases the offer, this time to $500,000.00 cash. The man finally agrees, and turns the frog over to the stranger in exchange for the money.
"Are you insane?" the bartender demanded. "That frog could have been worth millions to you, and you let him go for a mere $500,000!" "Don't worry about it." the man answered. "The frog was really nothing special. You see, the rat's a ventriloquist."
The Taco Bell Chihuahua, a Doberman and a Bulldog are in a bar having a drink when a hot female Collie comes up to them and says, "Whoever can say liver and cheese in a sentence can have me."
So the Doberman says, "I love liver and cheese." The Collie replies, "That's not good enough."
The Bulldog says, "I hate liver and cheese." She says, "That's not creative enough."
Finally, the Chihuahua says, "Liver alone . . . cheese mine."
What do you call a telegram for the lady of the house?
A Ma'am-o-gram.
Times New Roman walked into a bar...
The bartender said, "Sorry, we don't serve your type here."
Here's a little cop joke, for all my police offer friends out there. You know who you are!
A blonde was speeding in a 35 mile per hour zone when a local police officer pulled her over and walked up to the car. The officer also happened to be a blonde and she asked for the blonde's driver's license.
The driver searched frantically in her purse for a while and finally said to the blonde policewoman, "What does a driver's license look like?"
Irritated, the blonde cop said, "You dummy, it's got your picture on it!"
The blonde driver frantically searched her purse again and found a small, rectangular mirror down at the bottom. She held it up to her face and said, "Aha! This must be my driver's license" and handed it to the blonde policewoman.
The blonde cop looked in the mirror, handed it back to the driver and said, "You're free to go. And, if I had known you were a police officer too, we could have avoided all of this."
Random Fact of the Day:
The average human emits approximately 95 watts of energy as heat in the form of infrared light. A standard 100 watt incandescent light bulb emits only about 5% of its energy as visible light, the rest is given off as heat in the form of infrared light. This means the average human produces the same amount of heat as a 100 watt light bulb.
Once there was a boy who started a blog. He started this blog as a way to show off his mad photo taking skillz to the world. After only four simple posts, this boy stopped blogging about his mad photo taking skillz to the world, leaving his blog floating aimlessly around in the wide world of the internets.
Luckily for this blog, the boy had a brother. This brother faithfully checked up on the wayward blog, making sure that it had not wandered too far. The brother was disappointed that the blog had been so neglected, but he still posted comments to ensure the blog would have some sort of update, even if this contribution was quite small.
One day, the boy's and the brother's brother-in-law caught the blog as it floated aimlessly by. The brother-in-law posted a comment, urging the brother to keep posting his comments in an effort to save the blog and use it as a place for brother-in-lawly comments and discussion.
The brother was excited. He knew the blog would finally serve a purpose once again. Perhaps the purpose wasn't what the blog's initial creation was meant to support, but it was a purpose still. No longer would this blog blatantly boast the boy's mad photo skillz to the world. Now, it would serve as a depository of random comments.
The brother posted a comment, the brother-in-law posted a comment. Things were going beautifully. The blog was no longer floating amidst the mass of internet wastelands, but it was slowly being reigned into usefulness once more!
The brother posted a comment once more. The brother-in-law, who had once come to aid the fateful blog out of it's deprived state of underuse, no longer stopped by to post comments. Slowly the blog began to slip back into oblivion. The brother knew this blog could not be forgotten. He kept posting comments. Hoping that one day, the brother-in-law, or perhaps even the boy, would come running back to the blog once again.
One month passed, and then another, and then another. As the months passed, the blog sank further into the unforgiving blackness of the internet graveyard. The brother, resolute in his conviction and dedication of supporting the blog, failed to give it up for dead. He vowed to keep posting his comments until the very last day, when the blog officially dies and is no longer accessible by man.
Whether it's demise be due to the eventual downfall of technology giant Google, the invention of the mindternet (an internet that will be accessible only by brainwaves), nuclear winter, a rampant bedbug explosion pandemic that causes gazillions of tiny little bedbugs to suck the entire human population of their blood so that all humans die a sad and torturous death by bedbug, or the eventual revival of the Thundercats, the brother will remain loyal to this blog and will hold out hope that others will find it, helping to pull it from the depths of internet hell and back into mad photo skill prominence once more.
Until then...
An Indian, a Rabbi, the Pope, an Italian, and an Irishman all walk into a bar together and sit down. The bartender looks at all 5 of them and says, "What is this... some kind of joke?"
This joke is courtesy of Max,
Knock Knock.
Who's There?
Pee.
Pee Who?
Pee-u Pickles Stink!
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