It’s going to be almost 80 degrees later this week, which doesn’t seem fair to Winter at all. Weather.com says the historical monthly average for February is 53 degrees. Two months from now in April, the historical average is 69 degrees. (No wonder the birds look so freaked out.)
I just want Winter and the snow to know that they are always welcome in Albuquerque. 🙂
In search of cheaper cigarettes, I ended up at Four Winds Travel Center yesterday, where I didn’t have to pay:
“Effective July 1, 2010, the excise tax on cigarettes is $1.66 per pack [$16.60 per carton] if the cigarettes are packaged in lots of 5, 10, or 20, and $2.075 if the cigarettes are packaged in lots of 25.”
As a liberal, I should feel guilty for not paying the sin tax on cigarettes. But as an informed poor person, I know these taxes aren’t used for their intended purpose. Like cancer research — with as much funding as cancer research gets, you’d think doctors would have come up with a cure by now. And in New Mexico, it’s more likely that cigarette taxes will be used to help support the government while oil is under $30 a barrel.
I found this place next to the gas station:
It was a windy day:
They don’t look very happy, do they?
Cool door:
Selfie of the day:
Thanks for viewing. 🙂
I need me some sugar therapy, but I don’t know what to make. Something soft and easy to chew. Easy to make, too, as I don’t have a lot of kitchen tools (like a mixer) and baking supplies (like cream cheese).
I love my cinnamon bread:
https://painkills2.wordpress.com/?s=%22loss+for+words%22
But I was thinking about brownies:
https://painkills2.wordpress.com/2015/10/17/an-omg-chocolately-experience/
It’s definitely time for some chocolate. Let’s see, I have a little bit of baking chocolate…
Should I bake a cake? With caramel icing? Wait a minute…
Why do I need the cake? 🙂
From Google: Â The Zia Sun Symbol is featured on the New Mexico flag. The Zia Indians of New Mexico regard the Sun as a sacred symbol. Their symbol, a red circle with groups of rays pointing in four directions, is painted on ceremonial vases, drawn on the ground around campfires, and used to introduce newborns to the Sun.
http://newmexicohistory.org/multimedia/videos/the-zia-sun-symbol
To the Zia people and other cultures, four is a significant number. It is embodied in the four directions of the earth, the four seasons of the year, the four times of the day: sunrise, noon, evening and night, and in life’s four divisions of childhood, youth, adulthood and old age. Everything is bound together in a circle of life, without beginning, without end…
http://www.cnn.com/US/9909/14/new.mexico.flag/
“In a joint memorial, the state acknowledges that the sun symbol belongs to the Pueblo of Zia, that they appropriated the symbol without proper permission and authority,” said Peter Pino, Zia Pueblo administrator… Â
“We have been so many times stepped on, pushed around, slapped around … if we’re going to let businesses use it, we want royalties,” Ysidro Pino said. Tribal administrators said there has been no movement on that front so far.
(Photos above taken yesterday.)
In searching for an apartment today, I wandered down a dead-end road, where I met Hank and Harriet:
Don’t ever try to sneak up on a horse to take a picture, because they’ll hear you:
Hank has a white spot on his forehead, so he thinks he’s special.
Hey, Hank, can we talk?
I guess not…
From Urban Dictionary:
Dead-end (verb): The sending of a text that gives the recipient no where to go when texting back and disrupts the natural flow of the conversation. Often a one word answer, or closing comment.
Guy (texting): So howd u like that party the other day?
Girl (texting): It was good.
Guy: Aww man, she just dead-ended me.
That’s okay, I’ll talk to Harriet:
I’m lookin’ for a place to live, Harriet. Do ya’ll have any room in the barn?
Hank said that Donald Trump owns this farm, so monthly rent is one million dollars.
Well, I guess I’ll have to keep looking…
Hank also said, don’t hate me because I’m beautiful. (And live rent-free on a farm.)
“I once thought that I was the only man that persevered to be the friend of the white man, but since they have come and cleaned out our lodges, horses, and everything else, it is hard for me to believe the white man any more.” Black Kettle
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