Monday Night Football, the Trolly Story

Once upon a time, there were two friends. They may not have been the BEST of friends, but they got along OK.

But, one sad, memorable Monday night, not too long ago, something came between them. Something that threatened not only the friends, but the entire fabric of their world.

One of the friends was happy, but the other was most assuredly NOT.

Order had to be restored.

The rift between the friends had such far-reaching repercussions that drastic changes had to be made. But, now that our long national nightmare has come to an end, all can be friends once again.

Being different

Doesn't everyone think that Trollys live under bridges? 

Well, this guy doesn't. 

Looks like the mushroom is his abode. 

And we shall leave it that way....

Long ribbon of road, part 2

Every town we have driven through the past few days has a surplus of stray dogs. This was one of many who slept in our hotel parking lot. If I collected them all.... 

But I don't collect these dogs. I collect photographs of sites we don't see in our desert hometown. The aspens in Colorado just capture your eyes and your thoughts. You can't react, the ripple of the leaves own you.

And soon you lose the trees. You have entered into a fire recovery zone. This is a small view of the remnants of the Neola North Fire (which occurred in the Ashley National Forest, Utah, in 2007). We drove miles through burnt trees and scorched earth.

The beauty of Flaming Gorge reservoir is a relief to your eyes. Once you see the water, you long to rinse the pain from both your eyes and from the earth. Beauty shouldn't hurt.

And tomorrow? On to Yellowstone! My niece and nephews call it Jellystone... I wonder if we will see Yogi and BooBoo? 

Inventing Xena, part 2

More 'inventing' choices are provided today, continued from yesterday's post. Pick your favorite and post your choice in the comment section! I have added job titles to yesterday's trolls, so check them out.

Life guard, always on duty:

 

A old fashioned bellhop:

 

bike riding enthusiast (he's no Lance Armstrong):

Florence Nightingale. nurse:

 

Snow White with her apple!

A gentleman farmer:

 Or the friendly fireman!

The choices go on and on (as does my troll doll stock), but we'll end the choices here...
How would you invent yourself?