Dollars to Donuts


Rocket Donuts! Oh.My.Goodness. The donut of the month is Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup! I would bet even the staunchest dieter “dollars to donuts” that they couldn’t resist just one of these lovely, gooey, miracles with a good, strong cup of coffee.

Who can blame me? I had to give in to its siren song. But give me credit, please, I took my time and thoroughly enjoyed it while doing some necessary reading. Just one of those small moments of pleasure in life that can lift a person’s spirits. We all need them!

(My apologies for not presenting a full donut but I dove right in before I thought of the picture. Oopsy. *wink*)

PLUS, they have this beauty outside their establishment!
Copyright Carol Bourns-Roberts, 2010
“…The optimist sees the doughnut; the pessimist the hole!” – Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)

All Photographs ©Carol A. Bourns 2010
(except the “Donut of the Month” picture)

“The cure for boredom is curiosity…”


“…There is no cure for curiosity.” – Dorothy Parker

Boredom brings on a quick post about goats! Hopefully, my readers will enjoy the side-step.

Our friends, Will and Jenny had a few fainting goats, until they recently moved house. Since the goats and I seemed to be on the same sleep schedule, I was able to shoot a few pics of the capras while visiting. They are adorable. I must not have frightened them, as they didn’t faint once. Oh well, that would probably have made me feel awful anyway.

Steve, my husband, is afraid I will amass a small farm when we get our own place with a bit of land. He has good reason to worry, bless him. *wink*

“Uncertainty and mystery are energies of life. Don’t let them scare you unduly, for they keep boredom at bay and spark creativity.” R. I. Fitzhenry
 
All pictures ©Carol A Bourns 2010

To Market To Market…


Just a few more pictures from the BFM. Enjoy!

All pictures ©Carol A Bourns 2010

…bring me the sunflower crazed with the love of light” – Eugenio Montale


A taste of images from tomorrow’s post.
Photos ©Carol A. Bourns 2010

Bellingham Books


Today, I became an official ‘hamster, so to speak. I went to the Whatcom County Central Public Library and acquired my library card! I am like a kid in a candy store, when inside a library. You can’t believe the excitement I feel when walking into a library or bookstore. My automatic response is “So Much Knowledge! I want to read it all!”

That’s all for now.

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I MUST be a geek. I get excited about library cards. Sheesh…

We No Speak Americano


Excellent entertainment from Cleary, Harding and Reed at Up and Over It.
Check out their site. It is well worth your time!

Scooter Love: Vroom Vroom


As you probably guessed, by seeing some of the links on the sidebar and my avatar, I LOVE scooters. You know, the two-wheeled, gas-engine kind. Think Quadrophenia and Roman Holiday with the wind in your hair (or rather rushing past your helmet, of course), and feeling more in contact with your surroundings than a “cage” (aka four-wheeled vehicle) could ever allow you to feel…ever.

My Scooter Love affair started when I was sixteen-years old and never died. But the love affair had to be more of a crush, a fan-based crush, for twenty-four years, as I wasn’t allowed to obtain a scooter for various reasons. First, my parents feared, as any good parent would, that I would kill myself on two-wheels. Then, as I grew into adulthood, my worry replaced theirs and financial reasons got in the way. I drooled over others’ scooters, the green-eyed monster rearing its ugly head. And I could only dream about owning and riding my own. Or so I let myself think. The power of thought is a fantastic tool, for good or evil.

I had been to scooter rallies in the U.S. and the U.K., rode pillion (on the back) of scooters and motorcycles for years and then, finally, at forty-years old, I met a few local scooterists and decided that it was “now or never” time to purchase my own scooter. I had to or I felt like I was going to regret it until the day I died.

My cousin, Barb, lives her life to the fullest. While I was going through a personal crisis in my thirties, feeling like I was wasting my life, she told me that forty was even better and not to worry. She truly lives her life: rides a motorcycle; became the president and CEO of her family company; the first female president of the local contractors’ association; and goes on adventures when she can fit it in her busy schedule. She is an inspiration and an incredible woman. She was correct about turning forty.

Maybe my love of two-wheels also was ignited by my mother. I remember my parents going out into the wilderness, when I was a child, to ride dirt bikes with their friends. Mom’s dirt bike was purple, if I recollect correctly — with a matching, sparkly helmet, of course! Hey, it WAS the 70s! She often would let me ride on the back of her bike during short, slow, and safe rides.

Only having flashbacks of standing in a dusty clearing of the woods, waiting for the other riders to return, I had forgotten all about the riding along part. But one day — during my drive-everyone-to-insanity scooter search — she smiled, kind of chuckled and reminded me of those rides. Laughing, she said it was probably her fault that I had such a passion to find my OWN scooter, not just ride on the back.

Fast forward to 2004, I met and fell in love with a mod/scooterist in England at the first ever Modstock, while on vacation. He owned (still owns, hopefully) two beautiful scooters: a P-series, T5, 172Vespa and a Lambretta 200 Special (SX200),  both faithfully restored and GORGEOUS. Sadly, I only was allowed a few rides on the Vespa, as a pillion, before we parted ways. There are not enough words to describe riding through the English countryside, your arms wrapped around a cute guy, feeling connected and alive with everything whizzing past you. You can smell everything, feel the wind on your face, the rumble of the scooter below doesn’t hurt, and people SMILE at you as you ride by. Now try that with about a hundred scooters riding together, during a rally, and people stop and take pictures. It’s magic!


To be fair, my first ride on a scooter, as a pillion, was on my friend Nick’s Vespa. He named her “Vicky”. Cute, eh? Nick and I took off from his flat on a crisp, English morning and rode down some narrow, ancient streets, onto the motorway and made our way to a scooter get-together in the town centre of Birmingham. I still remember one stop where we had a quick snap taken by a couple of men standing on the sidewalk, and he leaned back a bit to yell over the engine’s loud putt-putt-putt, “Don’t you just love being a Mod?” I had the biggest grin on my face at that moment. Scooter LOVE! (Check out his amazing scooter art here. He takes commissions too!)
– Update 2012: Links broken – trying to get new info to link-up. If you would like the info now, remember Google is your friend.)

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