The World's Largest Thermometer! Finally.

Welcome back!  Seems my posts about Baker, CA have brought quite a bit of attention to my blog.  Whether you landed here in your search for aliens, beef jerky, or extremely large (and rather elusive) thermometers... GREETINGS!  And welcome.

Ok, back to Baker.  (If this is your first time here and you actually want the back story, you can start reading here.  However, it is not absolutely necessary.)

Before we get to the World's Largest Thermometer! I feel the need to mention another stop in Baker.  One that made Guy Fieri's "Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives" featured on the Food Network, The Mad Greek. Signs were everywhere clamoring for my attention stating they were "World Famous." However, I was not that hungry, I am not a huge fan of Greek food, and I had my sites set on bigger things. Much. Bigger. Although, in hindsight, I could kick myself for not at least taking pictures of the place.  But, like I said, I was preoccupied. That and I had my Mom's voice nagging me about the whole "Ball of Twine" thing.

Alien Fresh Jerky

Better than The Biggest Ball of Twine (part 2) or Alien Fresh Jerky - The inside!

Yesterday, I showed you the outside of Alien Fresh Jerky.  Today, I take you inside.  With out all the extra chatter, let's get right into the pictures. Now, keep in mind we didn't take pictures of everything. I didn't want to look like a desperate blogger in need of something to write about, so we aimed for pathetic tourist instead.  So ya, we didn't miss much.

Like any good Alien based tourist attraction, there were plenty of little visitors on hand to welcome us:

Better Than The Biggest Ball of Twine!

Over this last weekend, I got to scratch something off my bucket list.  But first, a quick back story:

At 3:08 am on September the 16th, my beloved Grandmother passed away.  She was my very last grandparent. 2 days later, I turned 40. In short, life stared me straight in the eyes and bitch slapped me hard with reality.  Then, to add to my already altered state of mind, I was tossed into our SUV and subjected to 12 hours of close confined and torturous hell with my Father, Bruce and our 3 lovely children.  (Yes, you should assume a sarcastic tone when you read the "lovely" part.) Our destination? Laughlin (and then Las Vegas), Nevada.  And the only thing worse, was the 14+ hour ride home.

But it wasn't all bad. --  Yes.  I played a bit and lost. But that wasn't the highlight of the trip.

Hellooooooo Russia!!!

So, I was poking around in my stats (because I like feeling bad about how few people actually view my blood, sweat, and tears) and I clicked on the "Traffic Sources" tab.  Would you believe I have more visitors from Russia than I do from the U.S.?  That just blew me away!  Obviously, they are all lurkers (along with the other 99.9999% of you who visit.  Sad really.  I like comments.  Really.  I do.) But that is OK!  It feels fabulous to know I'm not just talking to myself.

Well.... kinda.  I mean, I AM still just talking to myself, but at least I now know some one's watching me do it.

Wait.  That sounds creepy.

Eh.  They are probably here for the fabulous picture of the "tick tock" clock embedded in my "Hello Insomnia, My Old Friend" post. (Thanks Google!)

But I digress... back to the topic at hand.  

 

Helloooooo RUSSIA!!!! 

 

 For whatever reason you have stopped by, WELCOME!!!   And... Thanks! 


I feel so worldly now.  ;0)

Happy Birthday Bubba! ~~~ Very Much Belated!

Oh wow.  I have failed as a bloggy mom, in more ways than one!  I thought I posted this the day after my son's birthday, come to find it hiding in the "edit" file.  No wonder it never showed up on anyone's Comment Luv!  CRAP!  Sorry baby boy.  Mommy does love you.  She's just a hot mess of a blogger.

Well, better late than never, I guess.  

 

 

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Yesterday was my son's 7th birthday.  He was excited because he made it to the doubld syllables.  Se-ven. He thinks that big, wait 'til he turns eleven. ;0)

 

Happy Birthday Handsome!

Flunking Back to the 5th Grade at 40

No one ever tells you that when you have kids, you will be forced to repeat your entire school career.  Starting with macaroni necklaces and finger paints, baby!  Yup. So get comfy in rehashing everything you learned (and all that you didn't) with no end in sight for the next 12+ years!