Memory...Gone!

I tried to shoot the moon Saturday night...not too good but the point is I tried.  I stay so isolated I heard about this special moon on someone's blog.  I really keep up with current events!

Then I got this picture.  Who knows how but I thought, Kinda artsy, I'll keep it. Yes, that is the moon in the middle.  Maybe all these circles were my guardian angels.  Goodness knows I need the help.

As the evening progressed I discovered I could answer many of the questions some shows now post between commercials so you will keep watching to discover the correct answer.  Where does all this useless knowledge come from???  I've discovered I knew ten million people in the US owned pianos, that Cairn terriers continually change colors, and the record weight of a Blue Catfish..  Could you tell me please when this sort of information might EVER come in handy.

I need to know important things like...Where are my glasses?  Where did I set my tea glass? and Where is the book I was just reading?

The Old Outhouse

...well, this a the next natural subject after Ship High In Transit.

The term outhouse originally referred to an outbuilding, or any small structure away from a main building, used for a variety of purposes, but mainly for activities not wanted in the main house.

In North American English, an outhouse) sometimes also called a back house) is now a small enclosure around a pit that is used as a toilet.

In Australia the outdoor toilet is frequently referred to as a dunny or "thunderbox". Waste deposited in earth closets was also euphemistically referred to as "nightsoil".

In New Zealand such toilets are referred to as "long-drops".

Now for my outhouse stories.

I once used one that was placed across a narrow, deep gulch of running water. Now that was scary when you looked down. This was also the first time I rode a pig. I was probably four and was wearing a dress. As the pig's hair scratched my bare legs, I remember thinking that is why they called them razorbacks!

I was pretty ornery as a child, if you hadn't noticed, some of that orneriness still remains. I would hide behind the smokehouse when I knew Bev was going to the outhouse. I would always jump out and scare her. She would get so mad! But, hey, she should have caught on quicker, she is on the way, I always jump out and she always got scared. (I feel really bad that for years she was afraid of the dark.)

Anyway, Bev finally got smarter and made me go with her.

One night she was sitting there, screamed and jumped up accusing me of doing something. I said I did not do anything I was right there. Bev said something grabbed my behind! I shined the light in the hole and there sat...Orange Juice, my cat. OJ had been hunting and when that round object blocked her view she jumped up and batted it with her paws!

I do not think I have ever been forgiven.

Warning: Four Letter Word

I have read my favorite blogs. I have pondered, wondered, and thought, what I will write tonight. I have decided to give you a bit of history and some useless knowledge. Hope you enjoy it. Please do not be offended, the title warned you! And it's not as bad as it sounds.

Have you ever wondered where the word "shit" came from? Well, having nothing better to do, I wondered and then looked it up. It is not a dirty word at all!! Bear with me here.

When we began to settle America, everything had to be shipped...that's right everything. To fertilize a garden you must have manure. It had to be shipped 'cause there wasn't enough here yet. (Now that's another blog!)

They would bale it for shipping within the cargo hold. Several ships blew up with unknown causes until the shipping companies investigated.

The bales of manure were in the bottom of the cargo department, ships would leak a little, salt water and manure makes methane gas. When the sailor would go down to check the cargo, the lantern would ignite the methane gas...poop boom!

There after they stamped the bales of manure Ship High In Transit...shortened to shit...ever after, all manure was called SHIT!

Didn't I say history and worthless knowledge? Now it will not give as much satisfaction when we say Ship High In Transit...SHIT!

PS: Picture has nothing to do with shipping high in transit. These are some of the crystals we found in Mt. Ida, Arkansas during Spring Break.