a collection of photos, thoughts, links and other assorted detritus from my online and real life
A Tucson Blonde
Pizza Sauce Like A Boss - In Pictures
2 Tins of Tomatoes / Onion / Half Bulb of Garlic / Fresh Basil / Black Pepper / 2 Tbl Spn Olive Oil (1)
MAKE a date like a boss
CHOP the garlic like a boss
SLICE the onion like a boss
HEAT a pan like a boss
POUR in oil like a boss
SIZZLE that onion like a boss
WAIT til it’s softened like a boss
THROW in garlic like a boss
ADD tomatoes like a boss
BRING to the boil like a boss
REMOVE from heat like a boss
CHUCK in basil like a boss
HAND blend like a boss
FEEL up your date like boss
MAKE a pizza like a boss, or
STIR into pasta like a boss
SERVE it up like a boss
EAT all civil like a boss
NAIL your date like a boss
FOLLOW us on Facebook like a boss
GO COOK YOURSELF like a boss
a couple of squirrels were darting in and out of the rock wall at one of the scenic view stops near the top of Mt. Lemmon. Look closely at the first photo and you can see the eye of one hiding between the rocks. He would eventually come out for a quick peek around.
As we rounded a corner at the top of Mt. Lemmon, we saw a car half-way over an embankment beside the road. We stopped, fearing the worst. Turned out the woman had pulled to the side of the road to look out over Biosphere 2 and didn’t get the car all of the way into park. The car rolled away as she looked on helplessly. She wasn’t hurt and a firefighter stopped and called for assistance.
It would have been in bad taste to take an obvious photo, so I snapped this one in my side-view mirror.
I was named, indirectly, after my grandmother’s younger brother. My grandmother was very close to her brother and named her only son after him. From then on, it was ‘big Curtis and little Curtis’. My great Uncle was killed in an accident about 3 months before I was born and to console his mom, my dad said he would name his unborn son Curtis so there would always be ‘big Curtis and little Curtis.’
My great uncle Curtis Jones was a Navy veteran who served aboard the USS Medusa (photo below) during WWII, something my grandmother was always proud of. She thought he looked dashing in his uniform (I have a photo somewhere) and always hoped I would join the Navy. I had to disappointment her, military life wasn’t something that interested me.
On this Memorial Day, remember those that served, especially the Greatest Generation, not many remain.
