MADDOGS

THE ADVENTURE CREW: Master, The Nomad, Sweet Bird of Freedom (aka Freeta Roam), Pixie & Pod, Miss Cycle, Ivan the writing muse, Jude, and the brains of the crew--Croc. DOUBLE-CLICK ON ANY PHOTO TO ENLARGE

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

 

Jude has caught the Bug

Beetle found on the patio. Big and pretty. Nice design and color. He/she stayed still long enough for Pixie to click, then was in the wind -- like we like to be. The Crew has been running low on moolah. As far as we are concerned, there is only one answer to that -- Jude must generate some. Since she is the only one with a social security number, we elected her. She reactivated with Kelly & has been doing odd jobs (flu shot clinic registrations, TV preview for new shows & commercials so far -- who knows what else?) With Kelly, we can still take OFF on on ROADTRIPS -- and have moolah to exchange for gas-o-line (which is also a good song). Work, Jude Work. So we can Play, Jude, Play.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

 

Call of the Wetlands

Sandhill Crane just before sunset. This is the time when all the birds over There, fly over Here. And all the birds over Here, fly over There. Sky was filled with a cacophony of fowl symphony--as well as crane, heron, egret, swan, geese, ducks and avocet.
Just as the sun set, The Crew was lucky enough to see a pair of gray owls fly directly overhead. Look out all you little beasties!

As the sun went down, the full moon came up.

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Wednesday, November 01, 2006

 

Day of the Dead


Post by Jude:
When Heather Baby-not got home from work today, she ran into her downstairs neighbor who was getting ready for his Day of the Dead party. There he was, standing in the house-converted-into-3-apartments foyer, getting painted like a skeleton. Butt naked.

I asked Heather if his wiener was getting painted like a bone too.

She said: M-o-o-o-m-m-m, it's like the sun. You don't look directly at it.

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Will the Real Woman Please Stand Up

Post by Jude: Those of you that go into modern-day women's underwear departments will know what I'm talking about. Those of you who don't will just have to take my opinion of what is there.

Today's bras, like those pictured above are gel-filled, water-filled, padded, and molded into the "perfect" shape. And that shape is the same from bra to bra, adjusted for cup size, but the same. And this prescribed shape doesn't even resemble the shape of real breasts. They look like implants.

Are breasts really supposed to look like this? Who decided this was the perfect shape for breasts?

Breasts vary from woman to woman (sometimes even on the same woman) and what is wrong with that? In my opinion, nothing. That being said, I don't go for the sculpted bra. Instead, I search long and hard for the thin, single layer fabric, that is rather droopy -- at least until I pop my breasts into the cups.

And if the truth be told, I confess to wearing a bra only about 50% of the time. In a bra, my breasts are a couple of inches lower than teenage-hood. And out of a bra, they are another couple of inches lower.



I HAVE GOT TO GET ME SOME OF THESE!

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