I love lakes, especially ponds on the cape, and the ocean natch.
I haven't seen a ton of lakes in Wisconsin. My fave is Devils Lake. I like Lake Winnebago too. I liked your pics from Madeline Isles or whatever up by Superior-but that does not have any fab cities near it. You need to experience fab lodging, environment, restaurants, and peeps near or on your lake.
I think Lake Geneva is gross. I think they call it the Newport of the Midwest....gag and hardly.
Does a crack generally appear at the same spot on Mendota year after year or is its location more random? If it repeats, why there? Isn't that a worthwhile question?
Those are beautiful pictures. Don't keep telling everyone how beautiful Wisconsin can be, or they'll all move there and tip the country into the lake or something.
The first winter I lived on the lake, a pressure crack appeared in late January, and I thought somebody had plowed a road on the lake, leaving a large snowbank along the side.
Yes the crack repeats *almost* every year in the same location. It has to do with the configuration of bays, islands, and prevailing winds in the case of Lake Champlain, anyway.
This is one of the few sayings I can't figure out. Why can;t'you have your cake and eat it too? What good is cake if not for eating?
I always wondered about that too, until I realized it was backwards. It should be You can't eat your cake and have it too. Now I say it that way, at least it is a fresh take on an old cliche, and it makes more sense to boot.
I call my mom everyday and if I don't call her back she calls my husband and friends and starts crying and gets my dad upset and thinks I am in a ditch or dead or something.
My sisters live 10 miles away and she can go two weeks without hearing from them and it doesn't bug her.
One year for Christmas my flight was cancelled and I couldn't get home. My mom couldn't even get to the table to eat-she was crying all day.
Isn't it fascinating how every winter and spring have a different pattern of ice buildup and then melting? My native-Iowan father practically made a hobby of watching the ice melt each spring and commenting on its form and color.
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You had to go and break it, didn't you?
Set up the telescope to observe Comet Lovejoy, but the clouds rolled in just as it was getting dark. Damn.
Madison Lakes aren't pretty....compared to other fab lakes.
Zeus trail-blazing through the ice with Mead jet-skiing behind yelling for him to stop?
I'm outraged that this lake has not voted to protect the rights of the unborn.
Crack has finally returned.
I love lakes, especially ponds on the cape, and the ocean natch.
I haven't seen a ton of lakes in Wisconsin. My fave is Devils Lake. I like Lake Winnebago too. I liked your pics from Madeline Isles or whatever up by Superior-but that does not have any fab cities near it. You need to experience fab lodging, environment, restaurants, and peeps near or on your lake.
I think Lake Geneva is gross. I think they call it the Newport of the Midwest....gag and hardly.
I love out of the way waterfalls in Vermont too.
There isn't much life around Madison lakes.
Rubbing Tom Brady's balls.
My mom always tells me that Door County is the Cape of the Midwest...I am like no mommy dearest.
A grown son should never say no to his mother.
And he should call her every day.
To be sure she is being well treated.
I did not call my Mother every day. What a ludicrous notion.
Mothers and sons should have fulfilling lives that do not rise and fall on hearing from one another (or not) daily.
This makes me think I need to open a bakery.
I'd print anything on a cake. Money talks.
A son should always show his mother sufficient respect, think of her daily, and check on her well being.
Put that on your cake. And eat it too.
But you can't have your cake and eat it too. Or, so I've heard.
Fine. Then just eat it.
Every day. Along with an apple.
I recommend doing it right after giving your mother a thought.
I wonder if I ate cake every day if I'd get sick of it. Mom made a killer Spice Cake. That would taste good right now, and I have the recipe.
Hmm...
Spice cake. Yum.
If you got sick of it, dear MadisonMan, the fault would not lie your mother's recipe but in your spices.
MadisonMan said...This makes me think I need to open a bakery.
Couldn't the customer have just gone to another bakery? No need to make a Federal case out of it.
Does a crack generally appear at the same spot on Mendota year after year or is its location more random? If it repeats, why there? Isn't that a worthwhile question?
I sense a rift between Meade and MadisonMan.
I love how The Sun punked the protesters and brought back the topless Page 3 girls. Ha-ha!
Words of wisdom:
http://www.breitbart.com/big-hollywood/2015/01/22/bob-dylan-people-have-to-create-jobs-because-government-wont/
Meade and MM need to have a cake summit.
Those are beautiful pictures. Don't keep telling everyone how beautiful Wisconsin can be, or they'll all move there and tip the country into the lake or something.
The cake thing is an Alinsky caper.
Original Mike said...But you can't have your cake and eat it too. Or, so I've heard.
This is one of the few sayings I can't figure out. Why can;t'you have your cake and eat it too? What good is cake if not for eating?
Had to laugh at the linked story. Serves 'em right!
"So be kind to your mother, now and then have a chat. Buy her candy or flowers or a brand new hat. . . But maybe you had better let it go at that."
-- T. Lehrer "Oedipus Rex"
RE: having and eating cake: "Lothar of the Hill People".
"It is no feast!"
The first winter I lived on the lake, a pressure crack appeared in late January, and I thought somebody had plowed a road on the lake, leaving a large snowbank along the side.
Yes the crack repeats *almost* every year in the same location. It has to do with the configuration of bays, islands, and prevailing winds in the case of Lake Champlain, anyway.
This is one of the few sayings I can't figure out. Why can;t'you have your cake and eat it too? What good is cake if not for eating?
I always wondered about that too, until I realized it was backwards. It should be You can't eat your cake and have it too. Now I say it that way, at least it is a fresh take on an old cliche, and it makes more sense to boot.
Thanks tim. That actually makes sense. If it's not right, it oughta be.
"You can't eat your cake and have it too."
Ohhhh, that makes more sense.
Ohh no.
Hey, whatever you do, just be sure not to leave your mother out in the rain.
Why? Well, for one thing, what if you were to lose that spice cake recipe?
"It's unfair that he's accusing me of discriminating when I think he was the one that is discriminating," Silva said.
Beauty. "All of the assholes are on the other side!"
I really liked that song. Not sure why there has been so much hate for it.
"Between the parted pages and were pressed, in loves hot fevered iron, like a striped pair of pants."
It's like Comic Sans MS. Why the hate?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/You_can%27t_have_your_cake_and_eat_it
"The proverb literally means 'you cannot both possess your cake and eat it.' Once the cake is eaten, it is gone."
Thanks God for the authority of the Wikipedia. We could never have sussed it out without it.
I call my mom everyday and if I don't call her back she calls my husband and friends and starts crying and gets my dad upset and thinks I am in a ditch or dead or something.
My sisters live 10 miles away and she can go two weeks without hearing from them and it doesn't bug her.
One year for Christmas my flight was cancelled and I couldn't get home. My mom couldn't even get to the table to eat-she was crying all day.
Isn't it fascinating how every winter and spring have a different pattern of ice buildup and then melting? My native-Iowan father practically made a hobby of watching the ice melt each spring and commenting on its form and color.
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