Went to the annual Pentecostal yard sale yesterday, and although I have little interest in cars, this one stood out. It's a 57 Chevy, right? And as I walked around the back of the car, I found the license plate that reads -

While I wandered around through the numerous tables of sit around stuff, I found this interesting chair -

Mystical Baskets 

 I've decided to make a series of goddess baskets.This is the first one. Just finished the above basket this morning .It is done with the wheat and plain stitch. The coins reminded me of moons.So I dedicated it to the Goddess Diana. As I made the basket, I chanted: :

                                           To the Goddess Diana, I make this basket
                                           May the spiral dance shape it the way I ask it.
                                           With magic needle from ages past,
                                           Bless this basket and make it last. 

Rowdy Boy

This past Monday, Rowdy Boy was rushed to the vet in critical condition. He stayed at the vet’s office until today. Fortunately, we have a bird vet in Jackson who is very good at his job. I first met Dr. Whittington when I asked if anyone in the area worked on wildlife. I had a sick Black Vulture that I brought to him. Oh yes, Black Vultures are really neat birds. They are very social.

Anyway, back to Rowdy Boy. When we arrived home from the vet, Rowdy perked up when he saw his cage mates, DoWeDontWe, and Lavendar Larry. There was a great reunion and everyone seems happy now. Hopefully, the flock will remain healthy. They better! I cleaned every square inch of their cage with bleach and water. It was an undertaking, but worth it to see Rowdy Boy alive and healthy once again. Thanks Dr. Whittington!

 Disturbing Photo Moments at the Thrift Stores

Since my neighbor and I like to go to the local thrift stores, occasionally I find myself stopped in my tracks. You never know what you'll find in a box or hidden on the bottom shelf. Here are a few stoppers.

Blue Moon Tonight

Green Door

                        Painted my back door green and this old song popped into my head. 

                                                http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aLOuvRT9wA

                                              Midnight, one more night without sleepin'.
                                              Watchin' till the morning comes creepin'.
                                              Green door, what's that secret you're keepin'?

                                            Knocked once, tried to tell 'em I'd been there.
                                            Door slammed, hospitality's thin there.
                                            Wonder just what's goin' on in there.

                                            Saw an eyeball peepin' through a smokey cloud,
                                                 Behind the green door.
                                           When I said, "Joe sent me," someone laughed out loud,
                                                 Behind the green door.
                                            All I want to do is join the happy crowd,
                                                 Behind the green door.

                                             Midnight, one more night without sleepin'.
                                             Watchin' till the morning comes creepin'.
                                             Green door, what's that secret you're keepin'?
                                             Green door, what's that secret you're keepin'?
                                             Green door!

Going Commando

Taken from Smithsonian Magazine:
Did Native Americans wear undergarments before contact with Europeans?

Not really – but then neither did Europeans wear underwear before contact with Native Americans. American Indian men and women wore loin – or breech cloths, which might be considered under garments or outer garments, depending on climate and tribal lifestyle. But what we deem “going commando” today was more the norm until the 18th century – among native peoples and Europeans. 

My side: life is so much better without underwear, especially in the south.

 
The Europeans always thought they were superior to the American Indians because they had more technology.  When Europeans (my ancestors and yours too) first came to America and encountered Indians, the Indians found them rather revolting. Most Indians bathed regularly, but Europeans seldom bathed and stunk to high heaven. But the most disgusting habit the Europeans had was to take out a cloth handkerchief, blow their nose in it, and then put it back into their pocket, multiple times. That really grossed them out. So who is to say which side is more advanced?