Thankful Thursday - Unanswered Prayers

This week's hostess is Lois. Please visit her for a list of participants.

I am currently looking for a job. I have spent a bit of time this last week applying for jobs, filling out applications, reading the "Thank you, we have nothing for you at this time but we appreciate your interest" letters, and applying for more jobs.

I have, needless to say, been praying that I get a job.

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I need to remember to thank God for the unanswered prayers. I need to remember to trust God that, if I didn't get a specific job, it is because He has something better in mind. I need to remember that "no" is also an answer. I need to remember that I have faith and to lean on my faith.

I need to remember that the best prayer that I know, the only one I really need, is this:

Thy Will Be Done.

I also need to thank Lisa for giving me this marvelous award. Those who know me will know how much this particular award means. Thanks, Lisa and, as always, thank to Julie to this chance to give thanks publicly.

What Kind of Fruit Am I?

Well, Sayre is an orange. I thought I might be an orange, but I'm not. I am a banana. A banana.

You Are a Banana

You are mellow, easy going, and a total softie on the inside. People find it really easy to get along with you. You suit most tastes. And while you're very sweet, you're not boring or ordinary. You have an attraction to the exotic, and you could show up anywhere... doing almost anything! You are spirited, energetic, and a total kick to be around. You're also quite funny. Your sense of humor is on the goofy side, and it fits you well.

What Type of Fruit Are You?

WW: The Dragon

Yippy, Jif

Meg, the Megnificent, tagged me. That's right, she tagged me! Me! Humhph!



Thanks, Meg, I had nothing else to write today, so you saved me.



Rules: (1) Link to the person that tagged you. (2) Post the rules on your blog. (3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself. (4) Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs. (5) Let each random person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their site.

1. I shower and wash my hair, then bathe, every day. I use tons of bubbles, lots of bath oil and read in the tub.


2. I am occasionally joined IN the tub by either Holly or Buddy. This necessitates another shower.


3. I drink at least 8 cups of coffee a day.


4. I cannot eat shrimp. I buy shrimp, I cook shrimp, I look at people enjoying shrimp, I think I should enjoy shrimp, I put one in my mouth and I gag.


5. I leave a book every where that I might conceivably spend any time. There is a book by the toilet (TMI, huh?), at least one by the bed, one by the computer, one by the couch, one in the car.


6. If I am running errands, I cannot go backwards. I will reschedule something for another day but I cannot go backwards. OK, I could, but I choose not to.

I am going to tag anyone who wants to play or who has vowed to try and post every day and needs a topic. Just let me know and I will list you and link to you.

PS: The title of this post is an obscure reference to my daughter's post on the same subject.

Fun Monday - the night stand edition

This week, AOJ& the Lurchers would like to peek into our bedrooms. Continuing in the spirit of "being interested in people", I would like to know, or see, what's on, in or under your bedside table! So open those draws and bare your soul to us! Is there anything special there that has a story or a memory that you can tell us about? Books that you keep there to delve into from time to time? Trinkets that you don't know where else to put? Let's see!

First, a disclaimer. I have not had any coffee yet. I did not have my glasses on when I looked at those nightstands and went, "nah, the dust isn't that bad". My camera's eye is much better than mine. Having said all that, did I have a cuppa, clean the room, and reshoot? Nope. 'Cause I am just too dang lazy.

Hubby's side. The music is mine (the CD player is on his side) and the jumble of cords and God knows what is his.

This is my side. The 4 books I am reading, the stupid inserts from magazines I have read, lotion, tissues, nail clippers, nail smoothers, bandaids and a dragolin bank that my sweetheart bought me at a street fair in Minden, NV when we were first married, a long, long time ago when dragons and unicorns played together.

Provincialism

I have been reading "Boom" by Tom Brokaw. This book is a series of Mr. Brokaw's recollections and remembrances from the 1960s and early 70s. I was in grade school and high school during the period of time.

Today, my husband and I, along with Lil Man, watched "We Are Marshall". For any of you who don't know this story, it is the story of the Marshall (West Virginia) University football team. 37 members of the team, along with the coaching staff and 22 boosters perished in a plane crash in November of 1970. The movie is the story of the rebuilding of the team, the town, the university and the honoring of those players.

I was beginning my junior year of high school in November 1970.

I grew up in a very insular society. I attended 12 years of Catholic schools and the county that I grew up in was NOT racially diverse. I did not grow up uneducated. I studied current events in school. My parents subscribed to the local daily newspaper and on Sundays, we got the paper from "The City". We watched the nightly news on TV, all 15 minutes of it. I was a typical self-absorbed 16 year old.

I have no recollection of the story of the Marshall University plane crash. I have no recollection of a great many of the things that are in Mr. Brokaw's book.

I think that we were braver and more courageous for not having all of this knowledge. We truly were not aware of all of the pitfalls awaiting us. We knew that we were the brightest, the best, the boldest. We knew that we were the future.

I think it time that the right to know is tempered with the right to protect. The right to protect our children's dreams and hopes and spirits is ours. It just takes diligence and control. Yes, control. We have the right, the obligation, to control our children's lives until they have the ability and the knowledge to do it themselves. It is necessary for us to monitor their media input, their friends, their reading material. It is our job to remind them, and ourselves, that they are the best, the brightest, the boldest. They are the future and the world, the wonderful world, rife with possibilities and opportunities, is theirs.

It is not necessary to know everything about everybody, everywhere, every second of every day. History is often a lesson best learned when it is history and not still current events.

'Cause It Made Me Laugh

Round Robin - Landmarks

This week's Round Robin challenge is "Landmarks". This was indeed a challenge for me. Oh, I could have gone 50 miles up the road to the Cadillac Ranch or 50 miles east to the Palo Duro Canyon but I tried to stay in my home town. Any guesses what we do here?
Our town's population is somewhere right around 15,000. Our feedyards' population is somewhere right around 1,500,000.

Our high school teams are named after cattle - the official name is the Whitefaces.

Our movie theatre is named (sort of) after cows.

We know who we are!

**just to note I have tried to comment on those who have AOL journal and am unable to comment. Sorry. But they all look great.

Robin's SSD

This week, I am participating in Robin's recipe carnival. That Robin, she is becoming the queen of the carnivals! Anyway, she asked this week for either snack foods or for recipes that feed a ton of people in preparation for the Super Bowl. Although, to be honest, the Super Bowl no longer holds any allure for me. Oh, well, there's always next year.

I have posted this recipe for Picky Eater's Pasta before and I made it again just last night. It has evidently turned into my "what am I gonna cook?" recipe for Wednesday night. My daughter and I teach CFC class at the same Church where lil man attends CFC classes. This leaves hubby at home by himsef and we have to eat before he gets home from work. This is NOT usual in my house.

Picky Eater's Pasta

Ingredients:

1 lb spaghetti, uncooked

2 boxes chicken broth

2 T bacon grease or olive oil

1 small onion, diced

1 large carrot, diced

6 cloves garlic, peeled and diced

1/2 lb bacon (Cut into bite-sized pieces) or pork or sausage or whatever your family will eat or nothing.

Pour broth into saucepan and heat just to boiling. Turn down heat and keep warm.I

n large pan (I use my Calphalon everyday pan for this) brown the bacon if that is what you are using. Then remove the bacon and save the grease in the pan. In the same pan, saute onion, carrot and garlic until onions are translucent. At this point you can add the meat back in and mix well. I have made this without meat and it also works REALLY well.

Now, add the spaghetti. Do not break it or cook it or try to do anything with it at this point. Just put it in the pan and let it sort of brown a little bit and absorb whatever grease is still in the pan. Then add two ladles full of the already heated broth. In just a couple of minutes, the pasta will start to soften. Stir.

Add another ladle full of broth and stir well. Wait until the liquid is almost completely absorbed and add another ladle.Repeat this until the broth is almost completely gone. As the pasta cooks, it makes the most amazing, creamy sauce. There is a whole long explanation about starches breaking down and carbs decomposing and a bunch of other stuff like that but I think it is just plain magic.

Anyway, my daughter LOVES this, my grandson eats this, my husband pretends that he is the first and second string team of whatever football team y'all are rooting for. This is an adaptation of a Rachael Ray recipe. I deleted the beans because my husband is on a restricted protein diet. That sounds very wifely, doesn't it? Actually, I deleted the beans because I didn't have any in the house the first time I made it. If you want to make the original recipe, here is the link to Rachael's recipe (pictured, courtesy of the Food Network).

Thankful Thursday #2 - the Freezing Edition

The last week, we have been blessed with sunny weather. We have been blessed with sunny, cold weather. We did not make it above freezing for longer than 1/2 hour on any given day and some days not at all.

These are the things I have been thankful for during the last week.

Warm dishwater on a freezing day.
Pipes that are not frozen on a freezing day.
Folding laundry fresh out of the dryer on a freezing day.
A puppy sleeping on your lap on a freezing day.
The one pair of levis that is still large enough to put long johns under on a freezing day.
Being able t buy perishables at a store 30 miles away and not worry about them spoiling in the car, on a freezing day.A sink deep enough and wide enough to completely submerge my big stockpot after I have made THE Pasta on a freezing day.

Now, if you'd like, click on over to Julie's for the rest of the participants.

"Not Yours"

It is a point of pride with me that it is possible to eat dinner around my dogs without being unnecessarily bothered. Yes, I feed them off the plate but only after we are all done and they wait their turn. Even off of one plate, Duck gets hers first and then Holly and then Buddy.

My dogs are not perfect. Holly, in particular, loves to counter surf, garbage dive, etc. However, if she or either of the other dogs looks at a food item, all I have to do is say, "Not yours". That's the phrase that pays at my house. It works for everything I want them to leave alone.

Buddy just turned 1 on the 16th and, by Jove, I think he's got it!

I feel like a cross between Henry Higgins and Dr. Doolittle. Maybe I'm just Rex Harrison!

Me and My Band

I found this at Hootin' Anni's and thought I'd give it a shot. It was more fun than I thought it would be. It started out as a meme so if you want to do it, super. If not, that's OK, too.



Here's how it goes. You are about to have your own band's CD cover. Follow these directions to the letter. It is easy and requires no thought at all.





1. Go to www.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first article title on the page is the name of your band.


Sequence Analysis - DNA stuff, way beyone me



2. Go to www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last 4 words of the last quotation on the page is the name of your album.

"Men for the sake of getting a living forget to live"...Margaret Fuller



3. Go to www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
The 3rd picture, no matter what it is, is your cover art.



4. Use whatever program you want to put it all together into a CD cover (I actually typed album jacket and then realized that some of y'all might not know what an album is).


Publish the results. Here is mine:









So have a ball and remember to follow the rules - even you, Swampy, if you decide to do this.

Just When I Needed It Most

I got this lovely from Christine at Are We There Yet, Mom? She cannot have known how much I needed this today, but I do.

Thank you so much.

Fun Monday - 1st Anniversary Edition

This week's hostess is Vicki - yep, the same Vicki who hosted the very 1st Fun Monday a year ago. This week, she would like "For those of you who did NOT post a picture of your view from your front door, then your assignment is to post a view from your front door. To do this you stand in your doorway looking outside and take a picture. That simple. We (I) want to see what you see when you look out your front door.
For those of you who DID post your view, link back to that post you posted a year ago, and then re-list your very first post ever. We want to see how far you've come baby! Also, if you can, post the comments you received on that post. "

I was not a participant last year so here are this year's pictures.

No surprise here - it's Buddy!

The currently fallow corn field across the road

The currently fallow onion field down the road

The reason for this town's existence down the road the other way

That would be one of the feed yards. Home to around 1,500,000 cows.

The good news is that our house is now DOWNWIND from the feedlots! Hurray!

Have fun visiting everyone else. Vicki has listed all of us in the right hand sidebar at her place - she's so clever.

Telling on Myself

I decided to whip up some oatmeal/coconut/date/walnut cookies this afternoon. I had noticed yesterday, when I was looking for something else, that there was a container of oatmeal in the back of the cupboard. I reached up, grabbed it and opened it. It was about a third full of oatmeal and no bugs. Always a good start. I poured out the oatmeal into a measuring cup and found a coupon in the bottom of the box.Notice anything odd about this coupon? Wait, let me reopen my editing junk. Hang on just a couple.

Ok, so my editting skills are not up to this today....that expiration date? Yeah, you read it right. Expires 12/31/90.

Book Review - Pontoon

I just finished reading this book this morning. I started it yesterday. I laughed out loud in the middle of the library where I was killing time until it was time to pick up the little man. I laughed out loud at home. I read my husband excerpts out loud.

I love Garrison Keillor. I love Prairie Home Companion, the radio show. The movie? Not so much. I love the cadence of Mr. Keillor's speech and the lovely way he strings words together. When I read something that Mr. Keillor has written, it is his voice that I hear in my head. This is generally a good thing.

Reading about "400 pounds of menopausal flesh bumping around and breathing hard" while hearing Mr. Keillor's voice in my head - slightly disturbing. OK, very disturbing. And very, very funny!

I love Lake Wobegon with it's dark Norwegian bachelors and it's dark Norwegian Lutherans and it's dark Norwegian nutcases.

I love that my ancestors went no farther north than the northeast corner of Iowa and that I am not Norwegian, nor am I Lutheran.

A very funny book.

Thank You One and All

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

This, obviously, is the dog's treat jar. My husband and my daughter both insist that the figurine on the top of this jar is a.....chicken! I know, I know. I married him. She's my baby. I humor both of them a lot of the time but this is a dog.

Not My Idea

This post is at the request of my child.

I am stubborn.

My daughter is, quite possibly, even more stubborn.

My husband? Well, she got it from somewhere, didn't she?

Anyway, here are 4 separate views of the same canister lid. I would love for you, in your comments, to identify what it is on top of the canister lid.

I'm not sure if there's a prize or not, but I would LOVE to have this argument settled.

Thanks in advance.

It Is Much Harder

A couple of months ago, I signed up to participate in a monthly poetry carnival. Since then, I have discovered several things:

• there are an amazing number of good poets participating


• it is much harder to write poetry sober


• it is much harder to write poetry now that I have outgrown the angst-ridden portion of my life


• it is much harder to write poetry, now tht I am happy, that doesn't sound like a bad halllmark card


• it is much harder to write poetry


• it is much harder to write


• it is much harder


• I still love writing

Thanks, Robin. Of course, if I turn to alcohol, throw my husband out on the street, submerse myself in self-inflicted drama all in the interest of improving my poetry, I take full responsibility.

Thankful Thursday, the inaugural edition

Julie at Another Chance Ranch is starting Thankful Thursday for those of us with brain burnout who cannot think of thirteen things about anything by this late in the week. Julie would like us each to just post one thing for which we are thankful.

This week I am thankful, truly and deeply thankful, for the health of my immediate family.

I am also thankful (yes, I know it was supposed to be just one) to Julie for inspiring me to give thanks to God for those things I tend to take for granted.

PPL - Beginnings

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January: Form~Terza Rima Theme~Beginnings OR Favorite Snack Foods (in honor of the New Year and the Super Bowl)Post poem Thursday, January 17



This month's poetry challenge was just that for me - a challenge. I am still not satisfied with this but here it is.


Beginnings

We began in flirtation and lust,
In laughter, with secrets chased ,
Combined satisfaction a must.

We began in selfishness and haste
With little regard for convention,
With reputation and time to waste.

All held together by tangible tension,
The unfettered joy of uncaring souls;
Thank God for divine intervention

We continue with lives made whole;
Reputations repaired, trust regained,
Each other’s love we each extol.

It's Wednesday and.....

My daughter and I laugh at inappropriate things. I do it as a form of self-preservation. I assume (and yes, I do know what happens) that the same is true for her.

I should probably shut up now and just join a wordless wednesday group somewhere.

My mother has not spoken to me in 22 years. When I put a return address on cards, they are returned. I only did that once, actually. Now I don't put the address on them. In my imagination, she now opens them and reads them.

This is the same woman who is the grandma that loves my daughter unconditionally and vice versa.

Anyway, the newspaper where my mom lives is a weekly. Every Wednesday, I check the online version of Mom's paper, call my daughter and say, "It's Wednesday and your grandma's not dead."

We laugh. One of these weeks, we'll cry.

My Flower

I am a Lily What Flower Are You?

"Your artistic expression tends to show up in flamboyant bursts. When you are feeling creative, it consumes your every thought and action. But just as quickly as the muse shows up, it leaves you and you are back to your relatively normal self."

I find this amusing. The lily is my least favorite flower, followed closely by azaleas.

This Can't Be Good

This is my daughter's new dog. He is a Bull Mastiff. He is 2 years and 11 months old. He is a cream puff baby. He is a free dog - and all y'all KNOW what that means!

Today, Julie and I were out running errands and thought we would stop by our vet's office. The new dog's previous owner used the same vet we do so we just wanted to get his last name changed so that the vet would know who to call if anyone called about him.

We walked in and greeted the clerk. She is a courteous person but not overly friendly. I have been dealing with this vet for over 5 years and I have never heard this girl laugh.

Julie explained why we were there and the clerk asked who used to own the dog. Julie gave her the person's name and the clerk laughed. She LAUGHED and said, "You've got MoJo". Julie said that yes, she did but she had changed his name to Bo. The clerk just smiled and said she would change the records.

Is it good when the vet's clerk LAUGHS when she finds out who your dog is?

What Constitutes News?

Bermuda Bluez posted yesterday about the tragic news story where the father killed his 4 children. I mentioned, in my comment, that I was not sure why we had to get all of the news all of the time. I remember when I was a child, getting national and international news (and it basically pertained to nations) every night on TV but local news was obtained via your local daily newspaper.

I thought later that I sounded awfully coldhearted. I also thought that maybe I was misremembering my childhood. That happens more and more the older I get.

I started reading Tom Brokaw's "Boom" today. In the first chapter, Tom talks about when he got his first job on the national news in 1962. ABC did not yet have nightly news. CBS had Walter Cronkite and NBC had the Huntley-Brinkley Report. They each had 15 minutes of news in the evening. 15 minutes.

No wonder news seemed more important then. With only 15 minutes, the stories chosen were those stories that had world impact. Not every horrific story meritted national news coverage.

I know that knowledge is power. I know that we, the empirical we, are destined to repeat history if we don't learn from it. I know that I do not watch the 2 hours of dinner time news available in my area. I do not watch the 1 1/2 hours of morning news available in my area (this is not the 'morning show'), it is the morning news.

I am horror-stricken that 4 children died at the hands of the person they should have been able to trust the most. I am horror-stricken by at least 3 stories every day. Do I think that these stories are national news? No, I do not. I think that they are, and it grieves me to use this word, fillers.

I think that "news" programs cost less to produce than dramas or comedies or decent children's programming. I think that "news" programs are easier to produce than dramas or comedies or decent children's programming. I think that if you click on the "Top Stories" button on whatever home page you have and read the first five entries, you will have absorbed everything that the media is going to regurgitate all over your nightly news.

Unfortunately, my larger semi-local newspaper has started taking this same easy way out. The front page of this newspaper, which is published in a city 50 miles from me, has the same 5 entries as my computer. Yes, there is local news inside but, you know what?

I want to read about the local stock show on the front page. I want to read about the kindergarten class learning to pour tea for the senior citizens at the assisted living center. I want to read about 4H scholarships and high school academic standings and who's kid is on the honor roll. I am blessed because I do have this in my local small-town newspaper.

I am not uninformed. I make it my business to stay informed. I do not believe that the mainstream media, print or electronic, is the best source of objective information. I listen to 30 minutes of news a day. I read the small town newspaper in my hometown, in the town where my mom currently lives, in the towns where I used to live and I read the small town newspapers in towns where the national media thinks that there is "news".

I don't know that this would work for everyone, but it helps me keep my sanity and my spirit.

Fun Monday - Most Amazing Website

Our hostess this week is Ann who's in it For the Long Run. This is her request.

I want to hear about a web site and not just about any old web site. I want to hear about a web site that's changed your life. A web site that you can't live without. A web site whose inventor you'd like to see win a McArthur Genius Grant.Maybe you want to sing the praises of a dating web site for helping you meet your spouse. Maybe the only thing getting you through the dark days of winter is an Internet comic. No story is too big, no story is too small - I want to hear it all on Monday.

When I first read this, I couldn't think of a single, specific website that fit the criteria. That same day, I either checked, referenced or referred people to: www.snopes.com 7 times.

Without the assistance of this fact checker, this urban myth buster, this compendium of odd and interesting facts, I would be lost. Actually, I would probably be in Nigeria living the life of leisure with that nice gentleman who needed my help cashing a check. Or maybe celebrating that free money and/or merchandise that I won by forwarding that email to 12 of my closest friends within 12 minutes. Or taking pride in the fact that the online petition I signed resulted in the ouster of some misanthropic politician. Or adding to the unnecessary and unwanted deluge of mail to an ill child who is no longer ill and no longer a child.

Yep, my life would be SO different. I would be avoiding certain companies because of their oil policies. I would be attributing most of what is on the internet to George Carlin - who knew George was so prolific? I would be helping my friends by forwarding them every informative and interesting warning that came my way. I would be proving my love to Jesus by forwarding sappy and sentimental illustrated poems on everyone in my address book lest some horrible fate befall us all.

If you have never "snopesed" something, please do. If you're ever bored and just want a laugh or two, stop by and check out the newest internet rumors.

Thanks for stopping by. Please go visit the other players and we can all check out everyone else's favorites.

The Season Is Over

Can You Tell Who's the Favorite?

Buddy misses Maggie Mae. I did not realize how much Buddy played with Maggie Mae until they were gone.

Buddy now has only Holly and Duck. Duck does not play. Duck will not play. Duck will never play. Duck will eat your face off if you bother her too much. This does not apply to humans. Duck will play fetch, retrieve, catch with her humans FOREVER. She just will not play with other dogs. Duck will occasionally take the other end of whatever toy the dog(s) have and then, just when they think she is gonna play tug-o-war with them, she snarls thisclose to their face(s) and they let go. She walks away with her prize and it is done.

Buddy now plays with Holly. Buddy weighs 7 lbs. Holly weighs 65 pounds. Holly knows that she is not allowed to hurt Buddy. Buddy does not know that he is not allowed to hurt Holly. OK, maybe he knows. He doesn't care.

The most used phrase these days in our house where the dogs are concerned is, "Where's the toy?" I just like to make sure there is a toy between Holly's and Buddy's mouths. Buddy has actually gotten very good about letting go of Holly's leg and going and finding one of their toys.

I was at the computer earlier and heard the walrus noise from behind the couch. You know, the noise that two dogs make when they are playing. I got up, stepped over the dogs, and, in passing, said, "Buddy, the inside of Holly's mouth is not a toy." My hubby snorted and pointed out that if Buddy's head was INSIDE Holly's mouth, she might be the one I should be addressing.

Who Knew?

We have 3 dogs. When they are outside, they all have different ways of letting us know that they want back in.

Duck stands at the top step and gives 1 bark.

Buddy stands at the top step and paws at the glass storm door.

Holly stands at the top step with her back to the door and bumps the door. She does this all the time and, about 1/2 the time, it means she wants in. The other 1/2?

Chocolate Cake for Breakfast

If you're looking for the Round Robin Photo Challenge, please scroll down.

Back in the day, Bill Cosby did a hysterical bit about "Dad made us eat chocolate cake". My grandson just found Bill Cosby this summer on my limewire and loves this bit. He loves the dentist bit better but that's a different story. If you have never seen this bit, here is a link:

Bill Cosby - Chocolate Cake


So, this morning, we all woke up. Shorty doesn't have to work today, Charlie was here 'cause his mom worked last night and I was here because I am always here.

Someone asked what was for breakfast and I, mother of the year, grandmother of the century, wife par excellence said, "Chocolate cake!"

To quote my daughter, when she learned of the chocolate cake (she got here in time to eat her share) said that her mother was definitely not the same person as her son's grandmother.

And so it goes.

Round Robin - Madame Queen

This is my first week participating in the Round Robin of Photographs. I got here via the Nekkid Lizards (how many lizards do you know that wear clothes?) and because of the topic.

Trains. My husband loves trains. Me? Not so much. But I love my husband. I also just happen to have some photos of a really cool train move.

The "Madame Queen" is an AT&SF 5000. She was the prototype and was built in 1930, converted from coal to fuel-oil in 1940 and was retired in 1953. She has been on display in Amarillo, TX since 1957.

In 2005, the City of Amarillo and the Railroad Artifacts Preservation Society arranged to have her moved to a permanent display by Messer Construction of Hereford, TX. This move was filmed by the History Channel as part of their MegaMovers series.

Here are some pictures of the move.

Below is my favorite picture. It shows how they "Leapfrogged" the track. The crew from Messer Construction would lay a section of track on the street, they would move the Queen down the track, pick up the track behind her, move it in front of her and so on. Just amazing. The Queen did not move under her own power but with the assistance of some heavy duty construction equipment. No trains were damaged in the making of this blog. Good job, guys!