Picture Language

Instead of sign language, I was thinking of coming up with something similar: Picture Language. Rather than writing the word or name you wish to communicate, say it with pictures. So what would these next two pictures together be saying?

Correct! That would be Football.

Let's try another one.

What would the next two pictures be saying?

Yes! We are saying Tiger Woods!

OK, now for a more difficult one.

What would this single picture be saying?

Office Window

Our garden-level office looks southly out under our deck. We call this area: "Down Under". During the winter, it makes a great blind to do some bird watching while sipping coffee, emailing, or blogging.

Earlier today, I observed a turf war between two local patridge gangs. The whole thing was a nice compliment that Down Under was worth fighting for. Hungarian Partridge got their name because they don't like being hungary.

White Christmas

We are definitely having a White Christmas in North Dakota (and numerous surrounding states). The interstate highways are all closed. City officials are advising no jogging. The sound of snowblowers is in the air.

I like to shovel my snow instead of using a snowblower. That way it can be directioned into a nice big pile which will eventually become a snowfort.

It looks like Christmas 2009 will include lots of snow and shovelling, partridge and sparrows in the backyard, indoor nibbling on all the leftover food from Christmas Eve, and of course, there is one NFL football game on TV tonight. There's nothing like a good old-fashioned Christmas.

Wrap It Up

With four days until Christmas Eve (and just three days to Festivus), you'all probably have all your shopping done, cookies made, trees decorated, snowflakes hung up, and cards sent out. If you want an easy, last minute idea, to transform any room into major Christmasland, wrap your hanging framed pictures!

Of course, the back sides don't need to be wrapped like an actual present, but it certainly changes the feel of any room quickly! We first saw this idea at a hotel in Minneapolis. The other nice thing is it covers up pictures that might not be on board with the Christmas holiday theme. The paper can be reused to wrap "future presents" (an unplanned oxymoron).

Floating Tiger Hidden Golfer

Apparently, Tiger's future x-wife told him to shape up or ship out. Since he was already quite shaped up, The Tiger decided to Ship Out.

Golf Without Tiger

Tiger says he will be taking an indefinite break from golf. I wish he wood not.
Watching golf without Tiger is like:
Basketball without Michael Jordan
Spaghetti without sauce
Football without John Earl Madden
Thanksgiving without turkey, dressing, and gravy
Internet without the Drudge Report
A Christmas tree without lights
Global Warming without Al Gore
(or Algore without Global Warming)
Halloween without pumpkins
Corona without a lime
Mornings without coffee
Sunrises without sun
Summer without flowers
Watching a NASCAR race
Paparazzi without Britney Spears
Larry King without suspenders
The Jackson Five without Michael
A blogpost that doesn't include any pictures!

Oh, I supposed I could try to get excited about:
Watching John Daly smoking, drinking, and walking off in the middle of a tournament. Listening to Jesper Parnevik comment on current "affairs". Fred Funk and Dicky Pride just because of their names. Watching Camilo Villegas line up a putt. Waiting to see what color pants and hair Ian Poulter will don. Wondering if Billy Mayfair will lighten his hair. Waiting for the day that Jason Day gets paired with Brian Gay. Watching Phil try to win the U.S. Open. Watching Jim Furyk wow the crowd. Waiting for Ernie Els to turn on his electric personality. Waiting for Bo Van Pelt to win one for Linus and Lucy Van Pelt. Wondering if the fathers and grandfathers are all watching Davis Love III, Charles Howell III, and Tommy Armour III. Watching Steve Stricker win the Fedex Cup, and D. A. Points try to earn a few more. Watching Vijay Singh karaoke. Watching Sergio running after shots from the rough, swearing in Spanish. Watching Boo Weekley running around frightening people. Waiting for Daniel Chopra to get married to Oprah (so she would be: Oprah Chopra). Waiting for Ben Curtis to win the British Open again. Wondering if Jean Van de Velde is ever going to win the British Open. Waiting for David Duval to make a comeback from behind those glasses. Wondering if Greg Norman or Tom Watson can win another major. Wondering what ever happened to Adam Scott? Wondering if Kirk Triplett will add three more children to his family. Watching Chris Couch eating potato chips while watching golf on TV. Wondering why David Peoples doesn't attract much of a gallery. Wondering if Rich Beem has enough support. Wondering if Geoff Ogilvy is related to Joe Ogilvie. Watching Padraig Harrington stare down another approach shot. Watching Mike Weir practice his backswing. Watching Kenny Perry's weird backswing. Waiting for Justin Rose to get into and out of a thorny situation. Watching Ben Crane stand in a water hazard. Waiting for Retief Goosen to lay a golden egg. Wondering if James Nitties will produce a line of scarves named after himself. Waiting for Fred Couples to match people up through his dating service. Waiting for Stewart Cink to clean up in the kitchen. Waiting for Nathan Green to create some earth-friendly jobs. Hoping that Steve Flesch will put on some more clothes.

Like I said, Golf will not be the same without Tiger's Wood.

Bogie Man

As of December 7, 2009, this picture was on the Tiger Woods website with the following caption:

"It's very difficult for Tiger to leave his wife, Elin, and two children to go on the road."

In light of recent events (Elin moves out after #7 was announced), perhaps the caption to this picture should be changed? He might have missed his family, but it doesn't sound like he was lonely for companionship.