BlondHiLites
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This just in ...
O.K., I've got it ... this is the sort of thang that y'all can do without.
On the other hand you will hike five miles uphill during hot weather
to spend thirty minutes lookin' for a Bison tube in a huge bush even
with bad GPS coordinates and an uncalibrated compass.
Note to Self: Go figure.
Uh, Harmon, The prints on the fabric are in the wrong places,ya think? Bells on the toes and stockings on the legs.
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Better watch out ...
Better not cry ...
Better not pout ...
I'm tellin' you why ...
Santa Claus is comin' to town!
Note to Self: I have a punch-line but I dare not use it.
Note two Self: Intelligence is knowing what to not say.
Hey!Where did everyone go?
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This just in ...
O.K., I've got it ... this is the sort of thang that y'all can do without.
On the other hand you will hike five miles uphill during hot weather
to spend thirty minutes lookin' for a Bison tube in a huge bush even
with bad GPS coordinates and an uncalibrated compass.
Note to Self: Go figure.
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This just in ...
Winslow Homer: Another FTF, rock wall ammo-can.
Nice work, Harmon
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This just in ...
To know him is to love him!
Yeah, I agree!
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This just in ...
To know him is to love him!
Yeah, I agree!
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Congrats Ragfoot!!!! You are headed to the TOP
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Day one ..
Duck Tape flip-flops!
Day two ...
Cousins take Duck Tape beyond Cheatah cammo' containers including
flipflops, belts, purses, flowered ballpoints, and more. Overnight stay
put huge dent in "Papa's" grandpa-wallet.
- Sixteen rolls of Duck Tape
- Dinner out for four
- Unlimited snacks
- iPod and iPad Apps
Note to Self: Nine grandchildren ... I'm a goner!
Note two Self: Twelve year old arithmetic ... 12 + 12 = 100 dollars
My daughter Marisa did the same with duck tape. I didn't get quit so "worked over" like you did. Smart, cute and creative girls
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Day one ..
Duck Tape flip-flops!
Day two ...
Cousins take Duck Tape beyond Cheatah cammo' containers including
flipflops, belts, purses, flowered ballpoints, and more. Overnight stay
put huge dent in "Papa's" grandpa-wallet.
- Sixteen rolls of Duck Tape
- Dinner out for four
- Unlimited snacks
- iPod and iPad Apps
Note to Self: Nine grandchildren ... I'm a goner!
Note two Self: Twelve year old arithmetic ... 12 + 12 = 100 dollars
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Day one ..
Duck Tape flip-flops!
Day two ...
Cousins take Duck Tape beyond Cheatah cammo' containers including
flipflops, belts, purses, flowered ballpoints, and more. Overnight stay
put huge dent in "Papa's" grandpa-wallet.
- Sixteen rolls of Duck Tape
- Dinner out for four
- Unlimited snacks
- iPod and iPad Apps
Note to Self: Nine grandchildren ... I'm a goner!
Note two Self: Twelve year old arithmetic ... 12 + 12 = 100 dollars
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BlondHiLites ...
Poster Child: San Diego County Unbunched Sock Police
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.
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Hey, I've seen that photo creeper somewhere before! beep beep, hooooonk!
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This just in ...
Honk if you know where this is ....
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You do ... something to me ....
I got my eye on you, pal! I do like the detail on the jeans. Hey, are those spuds or cow patties?
Concho-girl, where y' been? O yeah, Oregon and parts
in between haven't y'? Missed y' babe.
Those conchos I tacked to your riding breeches are
from an Internet western-wear.
As to th' flyin' horse-apples, they were contributed
by ol' Happy, my Sandy Creek Cowboy mount that not
so long ago became infirm and had t' be put down.
My years at Sandy Creek Ranch were deeply enriched
by Happy and by Ricky D. Goose, both gone to where
th' good critters go.
I'm sure that you will treasure the honor of being the
only cowgirl, or perhaps mulegirl ever honored with
flyin' Happy horse-apples. Maybe I can find a shot of
Ricky D. Goose to spruce up another BlondHiLites photo.
Say, remember th' day we hid those doggone dawg-caches?
I'm still lame from a bruised heel that was aggravated
by the paved and cobbled streets and closes of Scotland
and the two Irelands. Ouch!
Kiss-kiss,
Sweet ol' Harmon
Have you been hanging around lady gaga? When your bruised heel feels better, we'll go check on them dawg-gone caches along the sugar trail. Oh, and feel free to invite John along (you know?)
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Man in the moon? No ...
Snake-biting blond in the moon!
But is it art?
Note to Self: No hitch in her get-a-long if y' please.
Note two Self: Does she spin when not being watched?
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You do ... something to me ....
I got my eye on you, pal! I do like the detail on the jeans. Hey, are those spuds or cow patties?
Concho-girl, where y' been? O yeah, Oregon and parts
in between haven't y'? Missed y' babe.
Those conchos I tacked to your riding breeches are
from an Internet western-wear.
As to th' flyin' horse-apples, they were contributed
by ol' Happy, my Sandy Creek Cowboy mount that not
so long ago became infirm and had t' be put down.
My years at Sandy Creek Ranch were deeply enriched
by Happy and by Ricky D. Goose, both gone to where
th' good critters go.
I'm sure that you will treasure the honor of being the
only cowgirl, or perhaps mulegirl ever honored with
flyin' Happy horse-apples. Maybe I can find a shot of
Ricky D. Goose to spruce up another BlondHiLites photo.
Say, remember th' day we hid those doggone dawg-caches?
I'm still lame from a bruised heel that was aggravated
by the paved and cobbled streets and closes of Scotland
and the two Irelands. Ouch!
Kiss-kiss,
Sweet ol' Harmon
So,I'm surrounded by Quacks I see.
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You do ... something to me ....
I got my eye on you, pal! I do like the detail on the jeans. Hey, are those spuds or cow patties?
Concho-girl, where y' been? O yeah, Oregon and parts
in between haven't y'? Missed y' babe.
Those conchos I tacked to your riding breeches are
from an Internet western-wear.
So,I'm surrounded with quacks
As to th' flyin' horse-apples, they were contributed
by ol' Happy, my Sandy Creek Cowboy mount that not
so long ago became infirm and had t' be put down.
My years at Sandy Creek Ranch were deeply enriched
by Happy and by Ricky D. Goose, both gone to where
th' good critters go.
I'm sure that you will treasure the honor of being the
only cowgirl, or perhaps mulegirl ever honored with
flyin' Happy horse-apples. Maybe I can find a shot of
Ricky D. Goose to spruce up another BlondHiLites photo.
Say, remember th' day we hid those doggone dawg-caches?
I'm still lame from a bruised heel that was aggravated
by the paved and cobbled streets and closes of Scotland
and the two Irelands. Ouch!
Kiss-kiss,
Sweet ol' Harmon
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You do ... something to me ....
I got my eye on you, pal! I do like the detail on the jeans. Hey, are those spuds or cow patties?
Concho-girl, where y' been? O yeah, Oregon and parts
in between haven't y'? Missed y' babe.
Those conchos I tacked to your riding breeches are
from an Internet western-wear.
As to th' flyin' horse-apples, they were contributed
by ol' Happy, my Sandy Creek Cowboy mount that not
so long ago became infirm and had t' be put down.
My years at Sandy Creek Ranch were deeply enriched
by Happy and by Ricky D. Goose, both gone to where
th' good critters go.
I'm sure that you will treasure the honor of being the
only cowgirl, or perhaps mulegirl ever honored with
flyin' Happy horse-apples. Maybe I can find a shot of
Ricky D. Goose to spruce up another BlondHiLites photo.
Say, remember th' day we hid those doggone dawg-caches?
I'm still lame from a bruised heel that was aggravated
by the paved and cobbled streets and closes of Scotland
and the two Irelands. Ouch!
Kiss-kiss,
Sweet ol' Harmon
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You do ... something to me ....
I got my eye on you, pal! I do like the detail on the jeans. Hey, are those spuds or cow patties?
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Heeee's Baaack
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OMG! Facebook users "suffer"
two whole hours of interrupted
service.
Meanwhile Zuck' and his sweet bride are living
high in Italy where he doesn't tip waitresses.
Note to Self: I've got tears in my ears from lyin' on my back cryin' over Facebook.
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Some taste like Chicken and others like Pud-in-boots
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This just in ...
When next you are out on some lonesome trail do keep in mind
that you are not alone. Tree-creepies and Sugar Pine fairies are
always watching you! Call it enchantment if you will.
Note to Self: Probably shouldn't mention that Mountain Lions are watching too.
Note Two Self: Hmm, do you suppose we taste like chicken?
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Hey look everybody!
Jodi wrote "So I guess I will have to reach deep down in my heart
and thank that Old Man Harmon for one of the best gifts he has
given the local Geocachers ... the dirty dozen and the dozens more
who will enjoy the renewed interest in this great mountain
playground.
Thank you Harmon!!!"
I don't like it. Nope. I don't like this one little bit.
I come here to be entertained by whatever trouble Harmon has managed to get hisself into and what do I find but some sort of mutual admiration society.
I'm a startin' ta' think them Mayan calendar builders may have been right, after all.
Not to worry James. it's just that Jodi hasn't spotted the photo
I posted on "Harmon's Happy Hideout." Figured that I should
build up a few sweety-points before I need 'em.
Here, I'll share the photo with you butt for goodness sakes don't
go telling Jodi about it.
So how's that make y' feel ... all better?
Poor ol' Harmon
SD Rowdies
Mr. Harmon, I told Jodi about this, but I don't think she saw the butt in it.... Just trying to help. 
I finally visited your hideaway yesterday.John
Butt??? ... who put that there?
Hey! is that a PUD cake? This place looks great(not sure about the butt). Could be a good spot for an event!
An event huh? Sure, you get to haul in the food and drinks.
Here's the coordniates N32 53.378, W116 32.586; y' might
want to look over the route with Google Earth before you
take this on. Can y' say "tuft-grass?"
Still an event at my Hideout is a good idea but let's
wait until Jodi tidys up the roof, rearranges the
furnishings, and vacuums the pond so's we can swim.
... bring your own chair, snake-bite kit, and insect
repellant I should think.
But seriously, Duncan! did a great job spotting the old
cabin with Google Earth. Lucky break for me to be part
of his scouting party.
In answer to your question about the PUD cake, no, Jodi
tried a new recipe and it was terrific. She gave it a
name but I hesitate to post what she called it ... she
had a failure and so had to bake a second one for me the
same morning and in a hurry. My first clue was when she
arrived and said "Here's you !@#$%^& cake Harmon."
How d' y' think I felt? (Well fed, that's how.)
Ain't she th' sweetest thang?
Poor ol' Harmon
I finally visited your hideaway yesterday.
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