tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85130570126804551752012-02-16T20:15:15.871-08:00pugdudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985183697739168429noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513057012680455175.post-73779963465507145582009-10-01T20:07:00.000-07:002009-10-01T20:13:37.781-07:00Came across this today, it is absolutely brilliant.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=518XP8prwZo">Kseniya Simonova - Sand Animation (Ukraine's Got Talent)</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513057012680455175-7377996346550714558?l=pugdude.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pugdudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985183697739168429noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513057012680455175.post-50756080180226786822009-10-01T19:41:00.000-07:002009-10-01T20:07:30.447-07:00<div style="font-size: 0.8em; font-family: Comic Sans,Comic Sans MS,cursive;"><br />Liz's Hair at Breakfast<br />(an embellishment of an almost true story)<br /><p><br />Hello Brenda, how are you?<br />We've been driving for a day, or two.<br />I'm writing to say what fun it is<br />Travelling with mom, dad, and my sister Liz.<br />But first there's one thing I must say<br />About something strange I saw today.<br />Let me tell you of our morning rest<br />And of Liz's hair at breakfast.<br /><br />We were seated in the restaurant,<br />The waitress asked, "What do you want?"<br />We ordered eggs, hash browns, and toast<br />(That's what Liz and I both like the most).<br />And while waiting for our breakfast fare<br />I began to notice Liz's hair.<br /><br />She was sitting in the sunny light<br />And her hair was flying, like a kite!<br />It happened slowly, strand by strand,<br />Till all her hair did take a stand.<br />Not straight up, but in a slant,<br />Behaving like a potted plant.<br /><br />As I stared at her unique hair-doo<br />The waitress returned to serve our food.<br />She took one look toward Liz's way<br />And nearly dropped her serving tray.<br />"I've seen many things", the waitress said,<br />"But that, my dear, is one strange head."<br /><br />She closed the shade to dim the light<br />Still Liz's hair remained in flight.<br />But by the time our meal had ended,<br />Liz's hair at last descended.<br />We finished up our jam and toast<br />And I said "Liz, do you know what I like most about being with you?"<br />"It's that I'm never sure just what you'll do".<br />Liz smiled brightly and said "Me too".<br /><br />We're on the road now, once again,<br />Travelling toward our journey's end.<br />I'm not sure who, but you can bet<br />Someone will ask "Are we there yet?".<br />And so, dear Brenda, I trust that you<br />Are enjoying your vacation too.<br />I hope your days they can compare<br />To this breakfast tale, and Liz's hair.<br /></p><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513057012680455175-5075608018022678682?l=pugdude.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pugdudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985183697739168429noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8513057012680455175.post-76895941214016286782008-07-13T18:13:00.001-07:002008-07-13T18:13:52.485-07:00Hello, World!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8513057012680455175-7689594121401628678?l=pugdude.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>pugdudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06985183697739168429noreply@blogger.com3