Here is a photo for women and girls with low self esteem, how to express yourself about your body image when you are with friends. This is a public service announcement.
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This is no joke. It is grave humor. The name of the cemetery is Ha Ha Cemetery. It is in the Canadian province of New Brunswick. It is a pioneer cemetery and the name is thought to be not from laughing but from an Indian phrase or word.
There is no hope for the Bahamas. The first Prime Minister after Independence was Lynden Oscar Pindling. There was even a question as to whether he was born in the Bahamas, or born in Jamaica. One thing is certain. He was on the take. He sold his country to the Columbian cocaine cartels, and they used Norman's Cay, a small island off Nassau as a transshipment point for cocaine going into the US. Pindling made a fortune by collecting protection money.
Pindling was a member of the PLP party. I won't even spell out what it means, because it is the height of hypocrisy. Now the PLP under Perry Christie who said that he would swim in vomit for the PLP party is trying to restore the tainted image of his party and Pindling. He named the airport in Nassau after Pindling, which is ironic because it was by air that cocaine was shipped to the US. The Drug-Runner-In-Chief died and now they made his wife the Governor General. She is the one wearing the lampshade in the above picture.
She is also a tax deadbeat. She owed 14 years of taxes on her multi-million dollar home, and the bill was magically erased when that fact came to light.
I fear that the moral compass of the Bahamas is not functioning at all. What the PLP doesn't realize, is that one cannot re-write history, and the truth cannot be redacted. History will judge them sharply, and the country is now suffering because of the endemic corruption.
This is what the blurb reads:
Life can sometimes be funny in Margaritaville. The quirks and twist and turns of daily living under the tropical sun are universal to everyone. The protagonist in all of these stories is a joneser. A joneser is a lovable rogue almost like Cosmo Kramer of Seinfeld fame. He usually has no visible means of support. At times he is a lover, a super-hero, a sport and a drunk. He is not unacquainted with the inside of a jail. But he has the milk of human kindness flowing in him that exemplifies that universal and most valuable of all things -- hope for a better tomorrow.
These stories were inspired by an islander who lost such hope, and yet in dying gave us some heartwarming examples of how life always offers the unexpected. Stories are illustrated.
I highly recommend this book.
You can get the book here:
When in the north woods, one of the biggest and annoying problems this time of year, is the deerflies mosquitoes. Mosquitoes can be repelled with a good dose of DEET base product, but deerflies, not so much.
However I get these strips at the dollar store. They are long strips that cost a quarter each. I cut them in half and pin a half to the back of a blue hat. Deerfly problem over. There are also four mosquitoes attached to the sticky strip as well the dozen deerflies. This was just on a fifteen minute walk.
It is amazing how well it works. I got out of the car, and immediately three deerflies buzzed me. Fifteen seconds later, it was all quiet. They were all stuck to the thing on my hat. I love it when something works really really well and solves a problem.
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Passengers wait at the rail on a mailboat waiting for it to depart. Mailboats not only carry mail, but they carry passengers, freight and even automobiles. It is a slow boat and takes over 8 hours to reach the next island destination in the Bahamas.