As hot as the weather is now, a python named Houdini must've felt a bit chilly. He's just had an operation in Idaho to remove an electric blanket he swallowed.
Everything's just fine now. That's great news for Houdini, who somehow didn't manage to escape the call of the electric blanket ("Eat me, eat me"). I think the first Houdini could've gotten out of that one.
Most husbands don't appreciate when their wives put their oar in, but in this case, I'm sure the guy will make an exception.
An eighteen-year-old Bengali wife has saved her husband from certain death at the paws of a hungry tiger on the prowl. Mr. Tiger was dragging the poor man into the woods when his wife beat the animal into submission with her boat oar. What a woman!
This story of a "street piano" in Sheffield, England, reminds me of my parents' The Mamas and The Papas record album that my sister and I used to dance to when we were little.
The song in particular I'm thinking of has these lyrics:
All we need is music (sweet music),sweet music (sweet music).There'll be music everywhere (everywhere).There'll be swingin', and swayin', and records playin',and dancin', in the streets.Oh, it doesn't matter what you wear, just as long as you are there.So come on, every guy (come on) grab a girl,everywhere around the world.There'll be dancing---they're dancing in the street.
So everybody, grab a street piano, grab a friend, and get moving!
Being a Florida girl, I must admit I have been to the current Dali Museum in St. Pete. I've even had the fun of draping myself over a melted-clock bench. I think Dali would approve of that move.
So even though I'm in Japan, I'm really looking forward to seeing the new and improved museum, which will be open in 2010.
Don't Dali around building it, though, guys! We're all waiting!
Japanese Prime Minister Junichiro Koizumi and President Bush have spent the day at Graceland, amid fried peanut-butter and banana sandwiches, tacky sunglasses, and one article even mentioned that the Elvis Presley fan club is giving Koizumi a lock of the king's hair. Apparently the prime minister has been a lifelong fan, even launching in to Elvis's songs with celebrities on occasion.
Not only the leader of a country, but also the king of karaoke. And you gotta love the hair.
You know, the news breaks my heart. War, gore, sickness, sadness. Don't get me wrong. I don't have my head in the sand or my bum tuber-like on the couch watching the latest daytime drivel. I do know what's going on in the world. But an ancient Scripture (translated into modern English) says, "Your marvelous doings are headline news; I could write a book full of the details of your greatness." So that's what I'm doing. Online. In this blog. Extra, extra, read all about it!
Floridian. Formerly known as a gaijin for eight years in Japan. Married to a Brit. Two kiddiewinks who are blond but think they're Japanese (give them white rice, furikake, and nori and they are happy campers). Seattle lover. Playing. Dreaming. Sightseeing. Photographing. Cooking. Greening. Reading. Cross-stitching. Copyediting and proofreading. Smiling. Crying during emotive international films (you have to see "Kolya"). Blogging about anything and everything. Staying a wee bit busy. I'm Abigail. You can call me Mamatouille.