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Mmmm Mmmm.Doesn't it make you want to teach law in Boulder?expern
Where do the sisters go to school?
While the sisters are outside my age range, I can only admire what spendid things shorts can be on certain ladies!
That's one of my favorite spots. I have a similar picture (with my own family in the foreground) for wallpaper on my computer at home. It's a wonderful place.
Fashion...Ho!In the west, in the west, where the vistas are long;Helps a man in ban rays to look craggy and strong.
Which reminds me that the female equivalent of a flat belly is thighs free of cellulite.
Such happiness in all of these shots!That last photo is like a painting -- gorgeous.
As I am still trained, after all these years, to kiss up to law professors: that is a great picture of Ms. Althouse. She looks no older than her early thirties. In fact, her "adorable" husband is clearly too old for her. As a fellow Hoosier- good catch sir!
Words must bow beforethe spectacle of God’s creationwhere lives well-livedstand proud to see forever.
Ann,You really are a stunningly beautiful woman.Meade, Watch your back, dude.
Ok...enlarged the picture....trees...rocks... what am I looking for, again?
do not miss the spectacular overlook at Wolf Creek PassMe an' Earl was haulin' chickensOn a flatbed outa WigginsAnd we had spent all night on the uphill sideOf thirty seven miles of hell called Wolf Crick PassWhich was up on the great divideAnd we was sittin' there suckin' toothpicksAnd drinkin' Nehis an' onion soup mixAnd I says "Earl, let's mail a card to motherAnd then send them chickens on down t'other side"Yeah, lets give them hens a rideWolf Crick Pass way up on the great divideTruckin' on down, the other sideWell Earl put down his bottleMashed his foot down on the throttleAnd then a couple of boobs, with a thousand cubesIn a 1948 Peterbuilt screamed to lifeWe woke up the chickensWe roared up off'n that shoulderSprayin' pine cones rocks 'n bouldersAnd put four hundred head of them Road Island RedsAnd a couple of burnt out roosters on the lineLook out below...cause here we goWolf Crick Pass way up on the great divideTruckin' on down, the other sideWell we commenced a truckin'And them hens commenced a cluckin'Then Earl took out a match, and scratched his pantsAnd lit up the unused half of a dollar cigarAnd took a puffSays "My ain't this pretty up here"And I says "Earl this hill can spill usYou better slow down or you gonna kill usJust make one mistake and it's the pearly gatesFor them eighty five cratesOf USDA approved cluckersYou wanna hit second?"Wolf Crick Pass way up on the great divideTruckin' on down, the other sideWell Earl grabbed on the shifterAnd he stabbed her into fifth gearAnd then the chromium plated, fully illuminatedGenuine ac-cessory shift knobCome right off in his handI says "you wana screw that thing back on Earl ?"He was tryin' to thread it on thereWhen the fire fell off a his cigarAnd dropped on down sorta rolled aroundAnd lit the cuff of Earls pantsAnd burnt a whole in his sockYeah it sorta set him right on fireI looked on outa the windowAn' I started in a countin' phone polesGoin' by at the rate of four to the seventh powerI put two an' two togetherAdded twelve, an' carried fiveCome up with twenty two thousand telephone poles an hourI looked at Earl an' his eyes was wideHis lip was curled and his leg was friedAnd his hands was froze to the wheelLike a tongue to a sled in the middle of a blizzardAnd I said Earl I'm not the type to complainBut the time has come for me to explainThat if you don't apply some brake real soonThey're gonna have to pick us up with a stick an' a spoonWell Earl rared backCocked his legStepped down as hard as he could on the brakeAnd the pedal went clear to the floorAnd stayed - right there on the floorSays it's sorta like steppin' on a plumWell from there on down it just wasn't real prettyIt was hairpin county and switchback cityOne of 'em looked like a can full of wormsAnother one looked like malaria germsRight in the middle of the whole damn showWas a real nice tunnel now wouldn't you knowSign says clearance to the twelve foot lineBut them chickens was stacked to thirteen nineWell we shot that tunnel at a hundred an' tenLike gas through a funnel an' eggs through a henAn' we took that top row of chickens offSlicker 'n the scum off a Louisiana swampWent down an' around an' around an' downAn' we run outta ground at the edge of townAn' bashed on into the side of a feed storeIn downtown Pagosa SpringsWolf Crick Pass way up on the great divideTruckin' on down, the other sideWolf Crick Pass way up on the great divideTruckin' on down, the other sidePeter
Way off T.Beware house of Althouse .. and Meade.I was scammed (more like suckered) by some outfit called Valuemax.They charged my credit card 19.95 over a period of many months (since last year).I know, I know.. it was always there in the statements but I've gone paperless (I got to be green you know) and they send me an email telling me "your statement is ready" so there.. I didn't go and check. Baam Pow right in the kisser.Until last night, the sox game was well in hand, Althouse was on autopilot and I decided to check my statements.Apparently I ordered something online at what I thought was a "discount" but in the rush to get the discount I inadvertently signed up for the bogus "savings service". Today when I called to dispute the charges (they were close last night) I had no recourse apparently. I could only call to have the "service" discontinued but all that money just went into a black hole.I've spent all day in a really foreboding mood.I googled ValueMax and it seems I'm not the only one.
Truly beautiful people are the greatest work of art by the great Creator.
Great skiing, too.
traditionalguy said... "Truly beautiful people are the greatest work of art by the great Creator."Thanks, man. You're not bad yourself.
When we drove through Pagosa years ago, there was a hot springs resort of some sort that stunk up the whole town with a sulphurous smell. From then on we called it Poo-Gas-A.
But the Red Sox won, right Lem?wv = sulis - How Lem is feeling.
They are a striking couple. I wonder if Mr. Meade eats egg salad sandwiches?
I enlarged the picture and saw Yosemite Sam tryin' to blast some varmit way down in the valley by the water. On the far off cliff I can clearly make out some sort of bird...I believe a roadrunner that is just sort of hanging there in thin air....wv cosive... something my 13 yr old is about to learn in math this yr
"Doesn't it make you want to teach law in Boulder?"I did teach there as a visiting prof in the Spring of 1991. Beautiful!
I was on a road trip in precisely this area in June - Pagosa Springs, Ouray ... truly spectacular!And now I am sweltering in the Austin heat - I am jealous!Congratulations on your new marriage and taking the time to enjoy its start.
Nice depth on last photoWile E. Coyote 'poof' element missing.wv: headebb = vertigo
Since you're now in southwestern Colorado, I definitely hope you make a point to stop by the Anasazi ruins at Mesa Verde National Park. Also, don't miss Chaco Canyon a bit to the south of Mesa Verde in New Mexico either. Then there's spectacular Canyon de Chelly to the west of Chaco Canyon in Arizona.And while you're visiting the old piles of masonry left over from the heyday of the Anasazi civilization, you might want to check out their modern descendants, the Hopi, whose Old Oraibi in the Hopi Reservation (the unofficial capital of the Hopi nation), at around 860 years old (founded around 1150 AD), is the oldest continuously occupied town in the United States.
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