tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37295374479245118022012-01-27T07:01:02.782-08:00The Dutchessnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3031100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-54360458415068398972012-01-12T08:15:00.000-08:002012-01-12T08:24:47.415-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WftEPt_RVOw/Tw8HoYjhYgI/AAAAAAAABqQ/4BHt6Np_85o/s1600/post%2Bjan%2B12%2B2012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696780444014567938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WftEPt_RVOw/Tw8HoYjhYgI/AAAAAAAABqQ/4BHt6Np_85o/s400/post%2Bjan%2B12%2B2012.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#ffcccc;">Chocolate's for sale! Chocolates for sale!! Ring a ding ding....... Come on over and pick one up for your very special Valentine. Will you be mine?<br />love,<br />Bebe</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-5436045841506839897?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelsdoor * Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770992037653364805noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-25824563190632213802012-01-08T05:40:00.000-08:002012-01-08T09:41:59.283-08:00<div style="color: black;"><b>By Ruben Rivera. Art by Anita Rivera.</b></div><div style="color: black;"><b>All copyright laws apply.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4w9vswZN0Fo/TwkOoJ8CZGI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/abGq2ML1sbM/s1600/Tearatbustingin+copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4w9vswZN0Fo/TwkOoJ8CZGI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/abGq2ML1sbM/s320/Tearatbustingin+copy.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Tea Rat</b>: Rattus, I have a question I've been meaning to ask for a long time.</div><div style="color: cyan;"><br /></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Rattus</b>: That sounds serious. </div><div style="color: cyan;"><br /></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Tea Rat</b>: It is and if I can't get an answer I'm afraid of what comes next.</div><div style="color: cyan;"><br /></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Rattus</b>: You're scaring me, son. What is it?</div><div style="color: cyan;"><br /></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Tea Rat</b>: How can I know if I exist?&nbsp; </div><div style="color: cyan;"><br /></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Rattus</b>: The philosopher Decartes answered that question with the famous dictum <i>cogito ergo sum</i>, I think therefore I am. So the fact that you're asking the question proves you exist to ask it.</div><div style="color: cyan;"><br /></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Tea Rat</b>: I don't know. That sounds like a bunch of hocus pocus to me. Just because you think something doesn't mean it exists.</div><div style="color: cyan;"><br /></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Rattus</b>: No, no, you misunderstand. He didn't say that anything you can think of must exist. Just that thinking is evidence of the existence of a thinker.</div><div style="color: cyan;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: cyan; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Enqa2e5os4o/TwkO9fZPceI/AAAAAAAAA_g/bx6xH5F6dxY/s1600/Rattusstanding+copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Enqa2e5os4o/TwkO9fZPceI/AAAAAAAAA_g/bx6xH5F6dxY/s320/Rattusstanding+copy.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Tea Rat</b>: Sure, sure, but there's just one part I still don't understand.</div><div style="color: cyan;"><br /></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Rattus</b>: What part is that?</div><div style="color: cyan;"><br /></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Tea Rat</b>: The whole part.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: cyan; text-align: left;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PxnzUzziWN4/TwkML_MbDwI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/VptWOw6s4dk/s1600/Pow%252B2.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PxnzUzziWN4/TwkML_MbDwI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/VptWOw6s4dk/s200/Pow%252B2.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Tea Rat</b>: <b>OW !!!</b> My arm!</div><div style="color: cyan;"><br /></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Rattus</b>: Tell me, if you don't exist, who's pain is that?&nbsp;</div><br /><span style="color: black;"> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-2582456319063221380?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruben Riverahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504345408685635451noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-81931414810180964892012-01-01T04:37:00.000-08:002012-01-01T04:44:07.066-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J5QaG2Boqr4/TwBT5uuKDsI/AAAAAAAAIQY/LMYoc5zJ9Os/s1600/enchanted_by_the_winter_by_wchild-d2gayuz_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J5QaG2Boqr4/TwBT5uuKDsI/AAAAAAAAIQY/LMYoc5zJ9Os/s400/enchanted_by_the_winter_by_wchild-d2gayuz_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692642180255583938" /></a><br /><br /> I wanted to share this little light...Miss Moussie used it..in search of her friends when they were lost in the white wilderness...I know..when we keep this light burning we can always find each other..where ever we are..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-8193141481018096489?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Dutchessnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-45535347990776904242011-12-31T09:24:00.000-08:002011-12-31T09:24:05.037-08:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jV8WfZb9t7k/Tv9Ek1THPuI/AAAAAAAAIB0/DqZdodZRPJc/s1600/fadeeva_toys_0712098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jV8WfZb9t7k/Tv9Ek1THPuI/AAAAAAAAIB0/DqZdodZRPJc/s640/fadeeva_toys_0712098.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.fadeeva.com/animals.html">via</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />Tea Rat and Rattus here.....not really, but that woman on the other side of Nowhere who draws us is busy elsewhere!<br /><br />We want to wish you all a safe and healthy 2012 and LET'S GO TRAVELERS! LET'S PARTY!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-4553534799077690424?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-39168072344873140392011-12-24T15:02:00.000-08:002011-12-24T15:04:33.433-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">I am looking out into the&nbsp;</span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">night sky this&nbsp;</span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Christmas Eve</span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bGSZnp6PuGs/TvZZgVDgr4I/AAAAAAAAH5o/Qps5czz-3tI/s1600/pmheden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bGSZnp6PuGs/TvZZgVDgr4I/AAAAAAAAH5o/Qps5czz-3tI/s640/pmheden.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And reaching out to each and&nbsp;</span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">everyone of you&nbsp;</span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nowhere friends&nbsp;</span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">and beyond</span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8WA7E1wQ1Mc/TvZZM98PxOI/AAAAAAAAH5c/j6QA1Zikwkg/s1600/reaching-hand1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8WA7E1wQ1Mc/TvZZM98PxOI/AAAAAAAAH5c/j6QA1Zikwkg/s640/reaching-hand1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">And remembering all the fun we have made together.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Merry Christmas to all!</span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-large;">Anita</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-3916807234487314039?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-15804441837978015392011-12-19T15:19:00.000-08:002011-12-21T03:05:30.669-08:00<span style="font-size: x-small;">Text by Ruben Rivera. Art by Anita Rivera© 19 Dec 2011</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">------&nbsp;</span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kAnbdMnuHKU/Tu_GMap5XeI/AAAAAAAAA9k/wSSAdM1sKMY/s1600/TeaRatDeckTheWalls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kAnbdMnuHKU/Tu_GMap5XeI/AAAAAAAAA9k/wSSAdM1sKMY/s640/TeaRatDeckTheWalls.jpg" width="555" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;</span> <br />&nbsp;Tea Rat: <span style="color: blue;">Hey Rattus, I wrote a song for all our friends in Nowhere for Christmas.</span><br /><br />Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">Really? Well, let's hear it.</span><br /><br />Tea Rat: <span style="color: cyan;">First of all, I have to give it a proper introduction.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="color: cyan;">Deck the Walls:</span><br /><div style="color: cyan;">An original musical composition (well, mostly) by Tea Rat, I, myself, moi, yo mismo, ♪ ♫ MEEeee ♪ ♫.&nbsp;</div><div style="color: cyan;">Based on what can only be divine inspiration given to Tea Rat by you-know-who-from-atop-the-thing.</div><div style="color: cyan;">With gratitude for a lifetime of extraordinary achievements by Tea Rat.</div><div style="color: cyan;">Previously performed and received with critical acclaim by all the crowned&nbsp; heads of, uh...of, uh, uh, you know.&nbsp;</div><div style="color: cyan;">Billed for one night only in the land of Nowhere, by special arrangement with all the powers that be.</div><div style="color: cyan;">You're really lucky to hear this.&nbsp;</div><div style="color: cyan;">Blessed, really...</div><br />Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">Do you ever plan on singing this magnum opus. Or should we just put you in a manger with swaddling clothes and bring you Frankincense and Myrrh?</span><br /><br />Tea Rat: <span style="color: blue;">Alright, alright. Here goes:</span><br /><div style="color: cyan;">♪ ♫ <b>Deck the walls with cheese and crackers</b></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Fa la la la la, la la la la </b> ♪ ♫ </div><div style="color: cyan;">♪ ♫ <b>cakes and pies and fruited platters</b></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Fa la la la la, la la la la&nbsp;</b> ♪ ♫ </div><div style="color: cyan;"><br /></div><div style="color: cyan;">♪ ♫ <b>Don we now our rat apparel</b></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Fa la la la la, la la la la&nbsp;</b> ♪ ♫ </div><div style="color: cyan;">♪ ♫ <b>wine for all, we have a barrel</b></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Fa la la la la, la la la la&nbsp;</b> ♪ ♫ </div><div style="color: cyan;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="color: cyan;">♪ ♫ <b>See the Nowhere gang before us</b></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Fa la la la la, la la la la&nbsp;</b> ♪ ♫ </div><div style="color: cyan;">♪ ♫ <b>Ms. M, Gretta, Bebe, Mozes</b></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Fa la la la la, la la la la&nbsp;</b> ♪ ♫ </div><div style="color: cyan;"><br /></div><div style="color: cyan;">♪ ♫ <b>Eat you all to your heart's pleasure</b></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Fa la la la la, la la la la&nbsp;</b> ♪ ♫ </div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Cotswald, Edam, Swiss and Cheddar</b></div><div style="color: cyan;">♪ ♫ <b>Fa la la la la, la la la la&nbsp;</b> ♪ ♫ </div><div style="color: cyan;"><br /></div><div style="color: cyan;">♪ ♫ <b>Fast away the old year passes</b></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Fa la la la la, la la la la&nbsp;</b> ♪ ♫ </div><div style="color: cyan;">♪ ♫ <b>Hail to Nowhere's lads and lasses</b></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Fa la la la la, la la la la&nbsp;</b> ♪ ♫ </div><div style="color: cyan;"><br /></div><div style="color: cyan;">♪ ♫ <b>Sing we joyous, all together</b></div><div style="color: cyan;"><b>Fa la la la la, la la la la&nbsp;</b> ♪ ♫ </div><div style="color: cyan;">♪ ♫ <b>Come good, bad, or hey, whatever</b></div><div style="color: blue;"><b style="color: cyan;">Fa la la la la, la la la la&nbsp;</b><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: cyan;"> ♪ ♫</span><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div><br /><div style="color: red;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">To all our friends &amp; family who love that silly place:</span></b></i></div><i style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Merry Christmas</span></b></i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> &nbsp;</span></span><br /><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Love, Ruben &amp; Anita</span></span></b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> &nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">. </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-1580444183797801539?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruben Riverahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504345408685635451noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-31352452496121128862011-12-13T07:41:00.001-08:002011-12-13T07:45:34.578-08:00Pippit Priceless knows how to PLAY...please pass that priceless peppermint over this way...caramels too and we'll all be happy yahoo! Gretta from Gothere here, wishing you a tasty Christmas that is priceless in every way!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AjvIQuk6L7c/TudyXdgKUxI/AAAAAAAAMSQ/Ox4n1X1odD8/s1600/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685638801960620818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AjvIQuk6L7c/TudyXdgKUxI/AAAAAAAAMSQ/Ox4n1X1odD8/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-3135245249612112886?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-74989765304909201862011-12-09T07:11:00.000-08:002011-12-09T07:21:57.218-08:00The time has come, the clock just struck one and Pippit Priceless is having a Christmas tea party at her cottage! The table is all set! Just spin the teacups and you'll be there!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6VXBJFLQwQ8/TuIlYC_dkUI/AAAAAAAAMRI/yS9Q_XI5DQ8/s1600/013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684146774745125186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6VXBJFLQwQ8/TuIlYC_dkUI/AAAAAAAAMRI/yS9Q_XI5DQ8/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /></a>Pippit peeked out her window and who should appear? All of her Nowhere friends with their magical teacups held dear! A contest is brewing, a challenge is in the midnight air, who has a teacup to share? Please feel free to tell us your teacup stories, where they came from and why they are so dear!<br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-7498976530490920186?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-16872859543751615142011-11-27T11:16:00.000-08:002011-11-27T16:31:36.220-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bz5h9RpxPVY/TtKCJd2ky7I/AAAAAAAAA7s/uuLD3-I98NQ/s1600/baroque%252Bangel1%252Bcopy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bz5h9RpxPVY/TtKCJd2ky7I/AAAAAAAAA7s/uuLD3-I98NQ/s400/baroque%252Bangel1%252Bcopy.jpg" width="400" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Ruben Rivera©</i></div><br />Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">Tea Rat, what are you doing?</span><br /><br />Tea Rat: <span style="color: blue;">I'm writing my obituary. I was reading the newspaper obituaries and they're not very exciting. No plot. No foreshadowing. No hero's quest. No rising action, climax, or falling action, no conflict or resolution. When I die, I want to make sure the newspapers get my obituary right.</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFxjosWzJk0/TtKIkQ73tBI/AAAAAAAAA78/DPoVYsW-QsQ/s1600/Spacing-Mouse-75545.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFxjosWzJk0/TtKIkQ73tBI/AAAAAAAAA78/DPoVYsW-QsQ/s400/Spacing-Mouse-75545.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">You just mentioned parts of fictional literature. An obituary is a simple public notice of someone's death with a few factual highlights of their life.</span><br /><br />Tea Rat: <span style="color: blue;">It doesn't have to be boring does it? It's not enough that I'll be dead, the summation of my life has to be dead too? We want meaning, drama, characters that a reader cares about, irony, literary panache. The reader should be in tears when they're done, emotionally spent, unable to take any more.</span> <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N8ND7OrQock/TtKE-sCw9CI/AAAAAAAAA70/Z7dJFMGAXFA/s1600/reepicheep-closeup.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N8ND7OrQock/TtKE-sCw9CI/AAAAAAAAA70/Z7dJFMGAXFA/s400/reepicheep-closeup.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Reepicheep, <i>Chronicles of Narnia: Voyage of the Dawntreader</i></span></span></div><br />Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">Alright. Let's hear the obituary you have created for yourself</span>.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Tea Rat: <span style="color: blue;">"He was a good rat."</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yg4wuUhbs7o/TtKI2IB2jzI/AAAAAAAAA8E/g3dlSIrXbxQ/s1600/Olympic-Rat-7802.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yg4wuUhbs7o/TtKI2IB2jzI/AAAAAAAAA8E/g3dlSIrXbxQ/s400/Olympic-Rat-7802.jpg" width="301" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">That's it?</span><br /><br />Tea Rat: <span style="color: blue;">What do you think? Why, Rattus, you're crying.</span> <br /><br />Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">I'm emotionally spent.&nbsp; </span><br /><br />Tea Rat: <span style="color: blue;">Well, whaddaya know. It worked.</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OG25wWtOIc4/TtKI9Ca2YpI/AAAAAAAAA8M/_o8Opl5EWag/s1600/4740158.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OG25wWtOIc4/TtKI9Ca2YpI/AAAAAAAAA8M/_o8Opl5EWag/s400/4740158.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><blockquote class="tr_bq"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">"Blessed are the cheese-makers."<span style="color: black;"> </span></span></div></blockquote>Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">Please stop. </span><span style="color: blue;">I can't take any more.<span style="color: black;">&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;">.</span></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><span style="color: black;">.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-1687285954375161514?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruben Riverahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504345408685635451noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-23631575383061980212011-11-24T07:06:00.000-08:002011-11-24T08:21:08.146-08:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p9WZuZurwaY/Ts5c9E4VdfI/AAAAAAAAHn8/uIsPtySvXuU/s1600/27162403972110303_z0zslIyz_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p9WZuZurwaY/Ts5c9E4VdfI/AAAAAAAAHn8/uIsPtySvXuU/s640/27162403972110303_z0zslIyz_c.jpg" width="512" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.wanelo.com/kids/Needle+Felted+Art+by+Robin+Joy+Andreae%3A+Little+Red+Riding+Mouse%2C+Bullet+%26+Wooly+Thoughts-211668.html">via</a><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />...to grandmother's house we go!<br /><br />Tea Rat reporting here....<br /><br />Just coming by to say WE LOVE YOU ALL and are THANKFUL on this American Thanksgiving Holiday!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-2363157538306198021?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-79995649137002108702011-11-20T05:51:00.000-08:002011-11-20T05:56:09.079-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">As Bebe and Tom Turkey gather around their feast of fine Dutch cheese</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-65jy4eqVdUg/TskFRlKw19I/AAAAAAAAHnU/ellJevZpZy8/s1600/turkey.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="440" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-65jy4eqVdUg/TskFRlKw19I/AAAAAAAAHnU/ellJevZpZy8/s640/turkey.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">they hear a strange cacophony outside, muffled by the insulating properties of the freshly fallen snow...hmmmm...could it be?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-PoHs93ZE4/TskFjfNgZ3I/AAAAAAAAHnc/bmCR8RtzWTk/s1600/Trio+sleddiing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-PoHs93ZE4/TskFjfNgZ3I/AAAAAAAAHnc/bmCR8RtzWTk/s640/Trio+sleddiing.jpg" width="608" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Correct. Here comes Tea Rat, with no hat, no scarf, just his boots</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and Rattus, appropriately clothed&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and BALZAC!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">WATCH OUT FOLKS!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The season has begun.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">First darling drawing of Bebe by the wonderful Penny White from Angelsdoor ©</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sledding team drawn by Anita at Castles Crowns and Cottages ©</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-7999564913700210870?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-29925968971908766812011-11-18T10:29:00.000-08:002011-11-18T13:05:17.048-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-diWWKKhLuFI/TsakW5fk7lI/AAAAAAAABmU/Lv2dqNhbeX8/s1600/turkey.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676405093644430930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-diWWKKhLuFI/TsakW5fk7lI/AAAAAAAABmU/Lv2dqNhbeX8/s400/turkey.JPG" /></a><br />Turkey is as turkey does </div><br /><br /><div align="center">Gobble Gobble!<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Happy Thanksgiving </div><br /><div align="center">to all my friends in Nowhere.<br />Love,<br />Bebe </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-2992596897190876681?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelsdoor * Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770992037653364805noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-51894457643681853882011-11-11T12:20:00.000-08:002011-11-11T12:23:43.895-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZ5WTPt1LfU/Tr2D4mW_uoI/AAAAAAAABlA/jgxRv0_KK04/s1600/Bebe%2Bpirate.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673836113949604482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PZ5WTPt1LfU/Tr2D4mW_uoI/AAAAAAAABlA/jgxRv0_KK04/s400/Bebe%2Bpirate.JPG" /></a> All Nowhere traveler's, meet me here! We will travel far and wide together my dear friends.<br />Love, Bebe<br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-5189445764368185388?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelsdoor * Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770992037653364805noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-42889502905570624492011-11-11T03:35:00.000-08:002011-11-11T06:13:55.872-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ttM2spOUTM4/Tr0Ji9A6ltI/AAAAAAAAH9g/gmnoAoOo7nM/s1600/2855913-oude-kaart-en-kompas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ttM2spOUTM4/Tr0Ji9A6ltI/AAAAAAAAH9g/gmnoAoOo7nM/s400/2855913-oude-kaart-en-kompas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673701601655297746" /></a><br />I say old friends...away with the pies..what are we now Muffins !!!???.....NO..we are explorers..fearles travelers...imaginators(is that a word..?)...anyway...I know what we are..and we have to get cracking..at Dawn...Don't dilly dally...Nowhere lies awaiting...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-4288950290557062449?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Dutchessnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-14808202474470863162011-11-05T09:24:00.000-07:002011-11-05T09:44:37.244-07:00Poof! Just like that, here today and gone tomorrow! Oh where of where has my Nowhere friends gone? Little Gretta scurried through the thicket and under the ferns. It had been raining in Nowhere and Gretta suspected Bebe was hiding under the one of the ferns. But no, she was not there...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9pFxv76Uo0/TrVldkZ8caI/AAAAAAAAL20/cjBZuWEMXcM/s1600/076.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671550864406114722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9pFxv76Uo0/TrVldkZ8caI/AAAAAAAAL20/cjBZuWEMXcM/s320/076.JPG" border="0" /></a>Gretta knew, without a shadow of a doubt that Hazel would be somewhere in Nowhere. With caution Gretta went paw by paw over the stepping stones to find Hazel.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZf9_MF4a-w/TrVldcrufyI/AAAAAAAAL2g/yS6tfzHu34k/s1600/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671550862333214498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZf9_MF4a-w/TrVldcrufyI/AAAAAAAAL2g/yS6tfzHu34k/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a> Gretta got to the other side and Hazel was not to be found. So, here we have it, one cute dressed up hedgehog ready for fun and mischief and nobody could be found in Nowhere...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bxerP9w7lwU/TrVldIIIMTI/AAAAAAAAL2Y/UU6cKNMfTnM/s1600/013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671550856815194418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bxerP9w7lwU/TrVldIIIMTI/AAAAAAAAL2Y/UU6cKNMfTnM/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /></a> Gretta stopped and listened. She did a little twirl and tried to decided which path to take next...this one looks good. I think this is the way to Pippit's. I know the right path is somewhere in Nowhere.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jg-oi9aEc5k/TrVlcjjhSzI/AAAAAAAAL2M/g-hkKr_e9vk/s1600/178.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671550846997973810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jg-oi9aEc5k/TrVlcjjhSzI/AAAAAAAAL2M/g-hkKr_e9vk/s320/178.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-1480820247447086316?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-70617075199388792372011-10-25T07:36:00.000-07:002011-10-25T07:54:14.579-07:00Gretta rubbed the crystal ball and it came clear both far and near, a hocus pocus pumpkin mostess party was here~Not no how or no where was a party more fun than in Nowhere! Gretta gazed into her tiny crystal ball and what did she see...a party for free! It seemed to be that everyone was drinking spiked tea!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cpBJq2jXdas/TqbKLgHQoCI/AAAAAAAALxM/i8n6CXofjSc/s1600/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667439480040103970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cpBJq2jXdas/TqbKLgHQoCI/AAAAAAAALxM/i8n6CXofjSc/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /></a> Over in the far corner it looked as though a pumpkin bowling match was going on. Gretta could see two tails sticking out of the back of costumes. Could that be Tea and Rattus?<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z_e3taM1kZs/TqbKLKERcPI/AAAAAAAALxA/qobV_8Eo97E/s1600/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667439474121994482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z_e3taM1kZs/TqbKLKERcPI/AAAAAAAALxA/qobV_8Eo97E/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a>Raccoon arrived with a big sack of candy. Carmel's and chocolate covered blueberries! Hazel loved the cinnamon red hots and Pippit ate all the red licorice in sight! Mozes sat beside a ghost eating black licorice and all was right in Nowhere!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-za8dmEAnN-I/TqbKK53Tv4I/AAAAAAAALw0/3_-P6rS-pes/s1600/006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667439469772652418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-za8dmEAnN-I/TqbKK53Tv4I/AAAAAAAALw0/3_-P6rS-pes/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-7061707519938879237?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-66379482112478456172011-10-20T08:24:00.001-07:002011-10-20T08:30:46.143-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HK5ZfOa_Je0/TqA9vZ_qw3I/AAAAAAAABb8/lEHvceUXhXI/s1600/MVC-204F.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665596215873160050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HK5ZfOa_Je0/TqA9vZ_qw3I/AAAAAAAABb8/lEHvceUXhXI/s400/MVC-204F.JPG" /></a> <br /><div align="center">Potions, potions, where they be</div><br /><div align="center">Bring them, bring, bring them to me!</div><br /><div align="center">A little yak, essence of cheese</div><br /><div align="center">I'll make a brew </div><br /><div align="center">Bring your potions please...</div><br /><div align="center">Love,</div><br /><div align="center">Bebe</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-6637948211247845617?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelsdoor * Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770992037653364805noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-25192499414556564482011-10-15T08:53:00.000-07:002011-10-15T09:10:13.092-07:00<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Pippit</span> awoke with pie on her mind...she followed Paisley down the staircase and was very intrigued at the fact there were muddy bear prints on her kitchen floor and a little hankie by the front door. Paisley when asked, had no clue as to who had been to the cottage. Twas Saturday and nothing mattered in Nowhere except for the mission which was never impossible...it was pie baking day!!! Cinnamon for Bebe, and extra sugar for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Rattus</span>...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Pippit</span> dumped all the ingredients into the bowl...pumpkin pie aroma floated out of the windows of the cottage...right to Raccoon's nose...off to the cottage he goes!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R4PApABHFnA/Tpms_di1u7I/AAAAAAAALoM/0aMlNy00B-E/s1600/013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663748212657601458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R4PApABHFnA/Tpms_di1u7I/AAAAAAAALoM/0aMlNy00B-E/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /></a> Three apple pies just for Hazel and Tea Rat! They would savor them with their cups of tea! Mozes stuck his head in the window and reached for a slice of apple pie...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWH65Rz071M/Tpms_Gbv25I/AAAAAAAALn8/UQfwAqwtIj0/s1600/014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663748206453840786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWH65Rz071M/Tpms_Gbv25I/AAAAAAAALn8/UQfwAqwtIj0/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /></a> The pie fest was on...Nowhere never smelled so good with the exception of the time everyone feasted on blueberry pie! Gretta from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Gothere</span> was next to arrive with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Rattus</span> right by her side! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Rattus</span> came with a bouquet of balloons which was such a surprise because only once in awhile he showed his party side!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wMK1XALotkE/Tpms-RxXS0I/AAAAAAAALn0/N5UKkaDfi7A/s1600/022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663748192317426498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wMK1XALotkE/Tpms-RxXS0I/AAAAAAAALn0/N5UKkaDfi7A/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /></a> Party hats, pie, balloons...Mozes looked at Bebe and asked the $50.00 question...."Bebe my little dear, would you like two slices or three?" She did a twirl and was quick to reply, "three pretty please!"<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1gIE7fN9MYc/Tpms-Rtz8NI/AAAAAAAALnk/wrzS1J-kPYU/s1600/021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663748192302526674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1gIE7fN9MYc/Tpms-Rtz8NI/AAAAAAAALnk/wrzS1J-kPYU/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /></a> Another day in Nowhere proves to be the best place to be!</div><br /><div>Now pass the pie please!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-2519249941455656448?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-77618551350715243382011-10-12T07:23:00.000-07:002011-10-12T07:39:38.780-07:00Mozes was minding his own busy-ness riding over hills and dales on his bicycle machine when he looked ahead and who should he see but his Cuz Clyde. Clyde was on his way to to buy that handy cottage in Nowhere. It would be perfect for him for winter. He could warm his paws by the fire, there was a good stash of honey in the cupboards and that would last him the whole winter. Mozes broke the news to him that the cottage just sold! Cuz Clyde could not believe his ears..."WHAT? I DON'T BELIEVE IT! I was just going to put an hefty offer on it Mozes!" Tragedy for sure! Cuz Clyde tore through the bushes to the cottage and up the stairs he lumbered. "WHAT is THAT is MY NEW BED?"<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bk27eywCCq4/TpWjMaFhX5I/AAAAAAAALl4/o5ngEtdsv4g/s1600/019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662611540044504978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bk27eywCCq4/TpWjMaFhX5I/AAAAAAAALl4/o5ngEtdsv4g/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /></a>Mozes road as fast as he could back to the cottage trying to catch up with Cuz Clyde. "Why Cuz Clyde...that is what you call a PIPPIT!" The Pippit was snoring to her hearts content, and all of a sudden Cuz Clyde began to cry. Mozes was shocked, for he had never seen a bear cry before in all his years in Nowhere! Mozes pulled a little hankie thing out of his pocket. He saved it for Bebe when she was in need...the hankie was the size of a sugar cube but perhaps it would help Cuz Clyde...to be continued...<br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-7761855135071524338?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-77987131689603792692011-10-08T07:55:00.000-07:002011-10-08T08:08:15.473-07:00Paisley and Pippit peeked around the corner of the cottage and Paisley started hopping up and down! The very thought of a pumpkin patch of her very own! This cottage was a dream come true and Pippit was beginning to feel bubbles all over she was so excited to buy the cottage. The very first thing she would do was have a cottage warming, with pumpkin pie for everyone! She would have to make at least 12 pies because Mozes would eat at least 3 pies and Rattus maybe 4.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2gImc6_z_4w/TpBk8iVmr_I/AAAAAAAALk0/hTeuv9dxKYo/s1600/009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661135722777063410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2gImc6_z_4w/TpBk8iVmr_I/AAAAAAAALk0/hTeuv9dxKYo/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /></a> The door gave a sweet creeeek...as it swung open! Straight ahead was the kitchen and off to the left there were stairs up to the bedroom. Paisley headed for the stairs right away...Pippit claimed this room as her very own.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w5sOStBPei8/TpBk8a2-shI/AAAAAAAALks/knjeXgSpTh0/s1600/020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661135720769565202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w5sOStBPei8/TpBk8a2-shI/AAAAAAAALks/knjeXgSpTh0/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /></a> Lunch was over due and back down the stairs they scampered. Pippit saw the recipe book laying open on the table. Flour and sugar and cinnamon sat on the counter and a huge bowl of fresh carrots from the garden for Paisley. Pippit put on the apron and went to work...right away. FOR SURE, she was buying this cottage and spending her life savings to do it!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wMXkLJ7Qrew/TpBk8fHH8nI/AAAAAAAALkk/LghTovLBXxw/s1600/017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661135721911022194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wMXkLJ7Qrew/TpBk8fHH8nI/AAAAAAAALkk/LghTovLBXxw/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /></a> Paisley offer two radish and 7 carrots made of gold. Her great granny Patti had given them to her at birth. Bed time was drawing near....to be continued...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-7798713168960379269?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-41978545217930033892011-10-05T08:23:00.000-07:002011-10-05T08:34:29.745-07:00What a wonderful day in Nowhere! Autumn had arrived in all her splendor and Pippit was thanking the moon and the stars that she finally got out of that big old Victorian doll house and all of her Nowhere friends had welcomed her with glee. It was all meant to be! Part of her (in a corner of her mind) loved the wooded forest of Nowhere and part of her yearned for a little house of her own to come and go from. Pippit followed the signs leading to the little cottage for sale...Paisley Bunny jumped into her arms and invited herself for the walk. The two talked and talked about what life would be like for a bunny and a living doll to buy a cottage in the woods!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJt26Jhz5UI/Tox24hT314I/AAAAAAAALjk/8hMpjVsQLLM/s1600/014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660029545084344194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJt26Jhz5UI/Tox24hT314I/AAAAAAAALjk/8hMpjVsQLLM/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /></a>Out of the blue, Mozes road by on his bike and waved greetings to both of them. He could be heard a mile down the road roaring....buy it Pippit, buy it! Pippit stepped over the little bridge, past the wood pile and waited for the big decision to be made. Paisley suggested they walk inside first...to be continued!<br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-4197854521793003389?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-785677676544877042011-10-03T06:03:00.000-07:002011-10-03T06:51:26.135-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eFpwNTuxauY/TomzOFaItvI/AAAAAAAAH0g/cTWb-oD_hN0/s1600/Funny%2BBear%2Bpictures%2B2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eFpwNTuxauY/TomzOFaItvI/AAAAAAAAH0g/cTWb-oD_hN0/s400/Funny%2BBear%2Bpictures%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659251461319079666" /></a><br /><br />On my bicycle...if I can figure out how this thing works...better take my bike for some SPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED......I'm the world fastest Bear...come on follow me.....there we go again..a new season a new adventure....<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oT6NO2BtuIs/Tom9u_A-NJI/AAAAAAAAH0o/_o1nF1i9pw4/s1600/Foto1232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oT6NO2BtuIs/Tom9u_A-NJI/AAAAAAAAH0o/_o1nF1i9pw4/s400/Foto1232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659263021654881426" /></a><br /><br /><br />And do watch the little video below..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-78567767654487704?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Dutchessnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-333433012996038232011-10-01T15:26:00.000-07:002011-10-01T15:26:22.535-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HWE1RCsg_ic/ToeStmDW0UI/AAAAAAAAHOQ/A0kOycxRWnw/s1600/sc00e8fbcc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="514" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HWE1RCsg_ic/ToeStmDW0UI/AAAAAAAAHOQ/A0kOycxRWnw/s640/sc00e8fbcc.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Tea Rat: I say old thing, what are you looking for?<br /><br />Rattus: I'm looking for the magic of our beloved friends of Nowhere. Remember the balloon crash, Bebe's poot-poot, Miss M.'s JANE BOND stunt and Gretta's antics? I am just being sentimental. I'm even missing your foibles, you know, when you get yourself in a pickle and I have to bail you out?<br /><br />Tea Rat: Ah, those were the days!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-33343301299603823?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-86260653418617484892011-09-21T17:14:00.000-07:002011-09-21T17:14:10.587-07:00In the backwoods of Nowhere at Witsend, there is a special little party happening with a BLUEBERRY CHEESECAKE.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L8b8307ReHE/Tnp8_x03QLI/AAAAAAAAHKk/_2duzt13dgg/s1600/wink.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L8b8307ReHE/Tnp8_x03QLI/AAAAAAAAHKk/_2duzt13dgg/s640/wink.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />NO NEED to worry Rattus old thing, we will NOT be going to the:<br /><br />Clinker<br />The Hoosegow<br />THE BIG HOUSE<br />The Can<br />The PEN<br /><br />because THIS IS YOUR BIRTHDAY AND WE CAN EAT ALL THE BLUEBERRY CHEESECAKE YOU WANT!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2RpOl3GlWA/Tnp9ea1cR2I/AAAAAAAAHKo/rbQ_YlvRLKw/s1600/wink2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2RpOl3GlWA/Tnp9ea1cR2I/AAAAAAAAHKo/rbQ_YlvRLKw/s640/wink2.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUBEN- RATTUS SCRIBUS EXTRAORDINAIRE!<br /><br />And a big BRAVO to Penny, whose art is most enchanting, heartwarming and KIND!<br /><br />YOU ROCK PENNY!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-8626065341861748489?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-58146072129253317982011-09-15T15:26:00.001-07:002011-09-15T15:41:46.561-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s61fnq9SAFk/TnJ71Tia4NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/nFapvz7OK7A/s1600/MVC-169F.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652716638011318482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s61fnq9SAFk/TnJ71Tia4NI/AAAAAAAABZ0/nFapvz7OK7A/s400/MVC-169F.JPG" /></a> Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.... Dear me... I will never be able to move this pumpkin.. I sure could use the help of my dear friends... This must be the pumpkin patch that Tea Rat planted... They are all so HUGE! But then I think he got the seeds from Rattus, who aquired them from Mozes, that were gifted by Gretta, that found them at Hazels, where Miss moussie had dropped them!!!!<br />Bebe<br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-5814607212925331798?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelsdoor * Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770992037653364805noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-2275815630164757222011-09-13T20:28:00.000-07:002011-09-13T20:42:48.129-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsxzDc5lP_g/TnAf4MTXS_I/AAAAAAAABZE/qP2U1ydm8s8/s1600/first%2Bpost.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652052582585551858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsxzDc5lP_g/TnAf4MTXS_I/AAAAAAAABZE/qP2U1ydm8s8/s400/first%2Bpost.JPG" /></a> Is this a dream??????? I remember Mozes tucking me in his red napsack.. Where did I land? Nowhere of course....... Nowhere, a magical place to play with friends, dream BIG, where everything and everyone is good and kind... <br />Love,<br />Bebe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-227581563016475722?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelsdoor * Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770992037653364805noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-1111579574295976172011-09-07T05:38:00.000-07:002011-09-07T06:54:39.636-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EfCWZ9LIXuE/TmdjjpNJ1RI/AAAAAAAAA2w/iuAvMz7yGPQ/s1600/1blueberry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EfCWZ9LIXuE/TmdjjpNJ1RI/AAAAAAAAA2w/iuAvMz7yGPQ/s400/1blueberry.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">By Rattus Scribus©</div><div style="text-align: center;">(in tribute to an imprisoned friend) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When one contemplates&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">the tender blueberry </div><div style="text-align: center;">picked at the moment&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">of ripened perfection, <br />made into a filling&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">with just the right amount&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">of sugar so as to enhance&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">but not drown the flavor&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">of that magic fruit.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then baked in a flaky,&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">buttery crust,</div><div style="text-align: center;">so that it crumbles&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">in just the right way&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">under your fork.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYU8XB-YLc8/TmdjzBR539I/AAAAAAAAA20/9el6xLrGBg8/s1600/2blueberry%252Bpie%252Bnatural%252Blight.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QYU8XB-YLc8/TmdjzBR539I/AAAAAAAAA20/9el6xLrGBg8/s400/2blueberry%252Bpie%252Bnatural%252Blight.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And then at last -- <br />when a fork full of blue heaven&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">is raised to your lips...</div><div style="text-align: center;">and whiffs of culinary perfection&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">arise to your nose&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">like the prayers of the faithful,</div><div style="text-align: center;">your mouth bites down</div><div style="text-align: center;">the crust yields willingly</div><div style="text-align: center;">the indigo filling laughs&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">with abandon</div><div style="text-align: center;">your tastes bud parade</div><div style="text-align: center;">and your mind collapses </div><div style="text-align: center;">in failure to find&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">conceptions&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">of the infinite.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5Un0moHFQA/TmdkA-NRyLI/AAAAAAAAA24/5q6STbp1xZg/s1600/3blueberries.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="388" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5Un0moHFQA/TmdkA-NRyLI/AAAAAAAAA24/5q6STbp1xZg/s400/3blueberries.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And although you realize&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">that the object of your&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">mystic transformation,&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">this thing called blueberry,&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">was but a moment before --</div><div style="text-align: center;">in the image and form of a pie --</div><div style="text-align: center;">cooling on an innocent window sill</div><div style="text-align: center;">and accosted so unjustly by you,</div><div style="text-align: center;">yet your heart chides your reason:<br />if this is wrong,</div><div style="text-align: center;">you don't want to be right.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AuTjArbjIw0/TmdkLSPfvtI/AAAAAAAAA28/pAlXErrg7RM/s1600/4Hooseqow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AuTjArbjIw0/TmdkLSPfvtI/AAAAAAAAA28/pAlXErrg7RM/s400/4Hooseqow.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And even as you are arrested</div><div style="text-align: center;">and hauled to the hoosegow</div><div style="text-align: center;">for the crime of theft,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and even as the victims</div><div style="text-align: center;">cry for justice so that</div><div style="text-align: center;">they can move on with their lives,</div><div style="text-align: center;">you know in your heart</div><div style="text-align: center;">that you are but a prisoner</div><div style="text-align: center;">for love,</div><div style="text-align: center;">love of a blueberry</div><div style="text-align: center;">come what may.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97shycfLB4c/TmdkRGlOaeI/AAAAAAAAA3A/xo_DwlfrQZg/s1600/5LoveBlueberries.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97shycfLB4c/TmdkRGlOaeI/AAAAAAAAA3A/xo_DwlfrQZg/s400/5LoveBlueberries.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Text by Ruben Rivera</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Pictures found online public domain&nbsp;</span></i> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-111157957429597617?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruben Riverahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504345408685635451noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-45433662037380421172011-09-06T07:27:00.000-07:002011-09-06T07:35:58.213-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sXmvb7sFAkM/TmYtjnWP9MI/AAAAAAAAA2o/s8U3Oyc0UBQ/s1600/miso_the_blue_rat_by_xxneofurryxx-d2xrhw6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="363" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sXmvb7sFAkM/TmYtjnWP9MI/AAAAAAAAA2o/s8U3Oyc0UBQ/s400/miso_the_blue_rat_by_xxneofurryxx-d2xrhw6.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">So, my dear rat, you can explain (1) why you didn't bat an eyelash when I told you Gretta was having a free blueberry pie breakfast, instead of your usually hooping and hollering, (2) how Gretta's blueberry pies mysteriously turned up missing, and (3) why you're covered blue from head to toe? OK, start 'splaining.</span><br /><br />Tea Rat: <span style="color: blue;">Uh, I woke up feeling blue? You know, down and....</span><br /><br />Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">I know what blue means. Uh...uh. Try again.</span> <br /><br />Tea Rat: <span style="color: blue;">Don't believe that one? Oh, I know, I know. I was a stand-in for the Blue Rat Group that's touring Nowhere?</span><br /><br />Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">As a rule, never make an explanation sound like a question. It's a dead give away. Now try again.</span><br /><br />Tea Rat: <span style="color: blue;">Ooo...ooo, I got it. It's YOU who woke up in a blue mood and are seeing blue everywhere.</span> <br /><br />Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">.......... </span> <br /><br />Tea Rat: <span style="color: blue;">Oh, all right. I'll fess up. I cannot tell a lie. I went swimming in the Blue Danube? ........ Nnow...now Rattus, put ddown that fffork... I'm not pplaying. ...</span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvJNanP848A/TmYvsDjBe4I/AAAAAAAAA2s/wBN8IuRPAv8/s1600/tumblr_ljebhfke9s1qaeaaio1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fvJNanP848A/TmYvsDjBe4I/AAAAAAAAA2s/wBN8IuRPAv8/s400/tumblr_ljebhfke9s1qaeaaio1_500.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: blue;">OH WELL. TIME FOR MY MORNING JOG ANYWAY! GANGWAY!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-4543366203738042117?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruben Riverahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504345408685635451noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-8975257339073190152011-09-04T06:12:00.000-07:002011-09-04T06:27:16.819-07:00The sun came up in Nowhere and Mozes gave a yawn. A new month has dawned in Nowhere and beyond. It's a beautiful day to climb a tree and visit some honey bee's! Breakfast for a bear!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pxcQCN94fS8/TmN5myKMnAI/AAAAAAAALOI/64RgGO57Xo4/s1600/015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648492064859266050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pxcQCN94fS8/TmN5myKMnAI/AAAAAAAALOI/64RgGO57Xo4/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /></a> Raccoon woke up all happy and feeling lucky! It's a really good morning to hunt for blueberry pie! He ran through the glen and over seven hills and back again and followed his nose right to Gretta's door...Ready or not Gretta, here I come! <br /> <br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w6QC4kmCjAU/TmN5mqCZ48I/AAAAAAAALOA/hW86eP6Bj88/s1600/005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648492062679098306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w6QC4kmCjAU/TmN5mqCZ48I/AAAAAAAALOA/hW86eP6Bj88/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /></a> Gretta opened the door and welcomed her old friend in. A breakfast of blueberry pie. Dear Raccoon ate and ate and gave a sigh for nowhere on this earth was blueberry pie so good and tasty. My oh my as he gave her a kiss and said bye bye! <br /> <br /> <br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7AwmqUuUq0/TmN5mSGgPeI/AAAAAAAALN4/zwUsg6amVF4/s1600/017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648492056253840866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7AwmqUuUq0/TmN5mSGgPeI/AAAAAAAALN4/zwUsg6amVF4/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /></a> In celebration of the autumn season in Nowhere blueberry pie for all, as summer will soon fade we look towards new adventures for all in the land of Nowhere. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div></div></div></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-897525733907319015?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-28271384192510576502011-08-28T16:49:00.000-07:002011-08-28T18:03:49.242-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYKcs8rFziI/TlrTfYkAl9I/AAAAAAAAHGk/mxaKJaNZ-RI/s1600/sc00c3451a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYKcs8rFziI/TlrTfYkAl9I/AAAAAAAAHGk/mxaKJaNZ-RI/s640/sc00c3451a.jpg" width="624" /></a></div><br />As you can see, Balzac is NOT happy and a bit RUFFLED that his owner, Tea Rat, is going back to school on Monday.<br /><br />Somebody Tell a Joke, or Something to make him smile!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-2827138419251057650?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-79527028135103492382011-08-24T06:09:00.000-07:002011-08-24T06:09:55.191-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_HkXRkS_dHU/TlT07lGtNnI/AAAAAAAAHEc/wYT8plTEjfA/s1600/HelenMaryJacobs1912_thumb2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_HkXRkS_dHU/TlT07lGtNnI/AAAAAAAAHEc/wYT8plTEjfA/s640/HelenMaryJacobs1912_thumb2.jpg" width="482" /></a></div><br />Rattus: I say old thing, who are those two rats and where are they going?<br /><br />Tea Rat: I have no idea son, but I do know that EVERYONE, including the elves, are HEADING ON OVER TO a grand party because IT IS FINALLY THE DUTCHESS'S BIRTHDAY!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YM4hImF8Go8/TlT3PnJOvjI/AAAAAAAAHEg/8Hyn5Sq9-as/s1600/dutchess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YM4hImF8Go8/TlT3PnJOvjI/AAAAAAAAHEg/8Hyn5Sq9-as/s640/dutchess.jpg" width="382" /></a></div><br /><br />So let's find ourselves a steed and MOSEY ON OVER TO THE FESTIVITIES!<br /><br />YIHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8VT78j6T6HM/TlT3bP5A8RI/AAAAAAAAHEk/IDkgHqQPQ5U/s1600/teahorse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8VT78j6T6HM/TlT3bP5A8RI/AAAAAAAAHEk/IDkgHqQPQ5U/s640/teahorse.jpg" width="556" /></a></div><br /><br /><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="nl"><span class="hps">Dank u,</span> <a href="http://francis-bysurprise.blogspot.com/"><span class="hps">Francis</span></a> <span class="hps">voor de foto</span> <span class="hps">van de ratten</span><span>!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-7952702813510349238?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-58919830358618861952011-08-22T07:32:00.000-07:002011-08-22T07:48:08.867-07:00Come one bug, come one bear, come one and all to the Garden Party in Nowhere! The feast was on and it all started when Mozes pulled up in his new Bear Mobile! Feast and fancy for all! Strange bugs and fancy beetles from deep in the forest of Nowhere. One in particular came marching in with hundreds of friendly ants pulling a wagon...he was known to come from the land of Ooowhere! Beatnik was his name and making a living was his game! Today, he offered up his finest mobile...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-diQDQq8c36I/TlJpuydMk4I/AAAAAAAALCY/RZPqZz63FW8/s1600/045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643689535587783554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-diQDQq8c36I/TlJpuydMk4I/AAAAAAAALCY/RZPqZz63FW8/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /></a> Anyone need a blueberry pie wagon for sale? Pippit Priceless could see the possibilities as she popped a handful of blueberries in her mouth! Blueberry smoothies, blueberry balls dipped in chocolate, blueberry pie...oh my! Now how is a living doll going to buy a blueberry wagon? Perhaps she can barter her goods in her doll trunk! She wondered if Mozes could pull it behind his Bear Mobile? <br /> <br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0p5-tHynon0/TlJpuqyTxVI/AAAAAAAALCQ/OQ8XmAEYSkI/s1600/079.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643689533528851794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0p5-tHynon0/TlJpuqyTxVI/AAAAAAAALCQ/OQ8XmAEYSkI/s320/079.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div></div></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-5891983035861886195?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-14603370603695386152011-08-19T11:19:00.000-07:002011-08-19T11:26:08.713-07:00 <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TLZlliVUw-A/Tk6p2hUglnI/AAAAAAAAHuM/qBD8Fhsf2RE/s1600/classic_camper6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TLZlliVUw-A/Tk6p2hUglnI/AAAAAAAAHuM/qBD8Fhsf2RE/s400/classic_camper6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642634137264232050" /></a> <br />Hop in the Bear Mobile...we are going to a garden party.. <br /> <br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-082rGdNx9Cc/Tk6qhei3KQI/AAAAAAAAHuU/2jgHSpgTvvo/s1600/garden_party.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-082rGdNx9Cc/Tk6qhei3KQI/AAAAAAAAHuU/2jgHSpgTvvo/s400/garden_party.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642634875253500162" /></a> <br />Hosted by The Dutchess on the Hilltop.... <br /> <br />Cheers my dears....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-1460337060369538615?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Dutchessnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-19132318913825331162011-08-19T05:44:00.000-07:002011-08-19T05:44:05.546-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Not all the beautiful cakes in the world</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_z82kvXI9MA/Tk5ZvirR2JI/AAAAAAAAHDA/ik4Odd0g76o/s1600/111676450_mZ1UyTtg_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_z82kvXI9MA/Tk5ZvirR2JI/AAAAAAAAHDA/ik4Odd0g76o/s640/111676450_mZ1UyTtg_c.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bSwW1yL0LXc/Tk5Z1Orn8TI/AAAAAAAAHDE/0W9oxTBWh7A/s1600/113375388_3luAu8cV_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bSwW1yL0LXc/Tk5Z1Orn8TI/AAAAAAAAHDE/0W9oxTBWh7A/s640/113375388_3luAu8cV_c.jpg" width="426" />&nbsp;</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">or even KEY LIME FUDGE....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">OH YEAH, YOU HEARD ME!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7gbzWXZtCcg/Tk5Z7hOA4tI/AAAAAAAAHDI/qthVap58zXU/s1600/123844428_N3EktZ3J_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7gbzWXZtCcg/Tk5Z7hOA4tI/AAAAAAAAHDI/qthVap58zXU/s640/123844428_N3EktZ3J_c.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">can compare to the sweetness of your friendship and talent</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">DEAR DUTCHESS&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">AND MISS M. AND MOZES!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY 'A COMIN'!</div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-1913231891382533116?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-2523247718607218432011-08-18T03:54:00.000-07:002011-08-18T04:39:07.939-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e_HBbkrD4Yo/TkzwL80TXTI/AAAAAAAAHts/k44D6CQIY28/s1600/ralph-lee-hopkins-brown-bear-tracks-in-soft-earth-in-a-woodland-setting.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e_HBbkrD4Yo/TkzwL80TXTI/AAAAAAAAHts/k44D6CQIY28/s400/ralph-lee-hopkins-brown-bear-tracks-in-soft-earth-in-a-woodland-setting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642148521283116338" /></a> <br /> <br />Follow this track..Mozes is back... <br /> <br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2YPtMIxqQyg/Tkzx8p1742I/AAAAAAAAHt0/qZMtikJa1HI/s1600/smart_rat2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2YPtMIxqQyg/Tkzx8p1742I/AAAAAAAAHt0/qZMtikJa1HI/s400/smart_rat2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642150457514910562" /></a> <br /> <br />Psst..Rattus...the books...remember...time for a new chapter in Nowhere..please tell us...what's going to happen next...?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-252324771860721843?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Dutchessnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-8174648064876365042011-08-16T05:19:00.000-07:002011-08-16T05:19:09.550-07:00The Firefly Ball up in Saturn (Tea Rat and Bebe took a detour) was just too hard to resist. Fireflies and birds, fairies of Saturnesque dimensions and pure enchantment kept Tea Rat and Bebe back a couple of days from landing on earth with the rest of the troupe.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOnyc3w35kM/Tkper7QtXyI/AAAAAAAAHBg/Y6qidYULdI8/s1600/fireflyball.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOnyc3w35kM/Tkper7QtXyI/AAAAAAAAHBg/Y6qidYULdI8/s640/fireflyball.JPG" width="540" /></a></div><br />As you can see, Tea Rat and Bebe tripped the light fantastic into the never-ending night of Saturn's atmosphere. By looking at Tea Rat's smooth moves and graceful lead for our little ballerina upon the rings of Saturn, you would say he was<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">LORD OF THE RINGS.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gOy6aqIdrqo/TkpgAoJK5zI/AAAAAAAAHBk/5xdjxbhRs-c/s1600/Teaandbebe.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="496" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gOy6aqIdrqo/TkpgAoJK5zI/AAAAAAAAHBk/5xdjxbhRs-c/s640/Teaandbebe.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-817464806487636504?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-35255403670592780932011-08-13T17:36:00.000-07:002011-08-13T17:56:32.327-07:00I for one, am very happy to be back on earth. The cool water, the summer breeze down my spine, the cool feeling of good healthy dirt under my paws. There is no place like home on earth, especially in Nowhere. The moon was a lovely place, but I prefer good solid ground. Gretta takes a quick splash to celebrate her arrival back down to earth.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qWIPyODQo3Q/TkcZ1racx-I/AAAAAAAAK6k/5T8QeIhUdFo/s1600/091.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640505468282259426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qWIPyODQo3Q/TkcZ1racx-I/AAAAAAAAK6k/5T8QeIhUdFo/s320/091.JPG" border="0" /></a> I love the green grass of home, I love to roam over the hills and through the dales of Nowhere and beyond... <br /> <br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SfvFGyfH8zw/TkcZ1ROgY0I/AAAAAAAAK6c/jnMEW-B47is/s1600/076.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640505461252842306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SfvFGyfH8zw/TkcZ1ROgY0I/AAAAAAAAK6c/jnMEW-B47is/s320/076.JPG" border="0" /></a> I have best friends here who roam the land as I do. Mozes is a wee bit tired from flying through the sky on his adventure to the moon. He has not said so, but I think he is very happy to be back on earth and on his way to his cave or perhaps he's looking for raccoon. <br /> <br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PaaUCNm3aig/TkcZ1MDrsUI/AAAAAAAAK6U/YEsMrI4xHeo/s1600/061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640505459865268546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PaaUCNm3aig/TkcZ1MDrsUI/AAAAAAAAK6U/YEsMrI4xHeo/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here in Nowhere, summer, winter, spring and fall the days are all so sweet. We claim our space in Nowhere, it's as close to heaven as the moon is I'm sure. <br /> <br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r9cdZXgFMXc/TkcZ05Ru7oI/AAAAAAAAK6M/uLbRe_XfErM/s1600/060.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640505454823927426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r9cdZXgFMXc/TkcZ05Ru7oI/AAAAAAAAK6M/uLbRe_XfErM/s320/060.JPG" border="0" /></a> Gretta can be seen sitting in the warm sun, waiting for her friends to return from the moon and thanking the moon and the stars that they are way up there, and she is way down here. There is no place, no, not anyplace on earth like being back on earth in Nowhere. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-abukXn4kr0I/TkcZ0i7qo7I/AAAAAAAAK6E/8mLuU1fR_Jk/s1600/059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640505448825791410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-abukXn4kr0I/TkcZ0i7qo7I/AAAAAAAAK6E/8mLuU1fR_Jk/s320/059.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div></div></div></div></div></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-3525540367059278093?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-8526551501613894732011-08-06T13:13:00.000-07:002011-08-06T13:18:25.202-07:00<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637839095811729906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X61i0zhRg14/Tj2gyX6q6fI/AAAAAAAABWM/J6XWnzkUsYA/s400/Copy%2Bof%2BMVC-152F.JPG" /> Bebe needs to be up there</div><br /><div align="center">Dancing the night away</div><br /><div align="center">Look who gave me a lift</div><br /><div align="center">We shall fly all the way.</div><br /><div align="center">Hang on tight, don't let me go</div><br /><div align="center">I must meet my friends</div><br /><div align="center">Before they go....</div><br /><div align="center">Love,</div><br /><div align="center">Bebe</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-852655150161389473?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelsdoor * Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770992037653364805noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-19396706090967331652011-08-02T09:56:00.000-07:002011-08-02T10:11:11.867-07:00Dear little Gretta with all the courage she could muster took the ticket in her paw and hopped on that magical Shooting Star and up and up she went through the midnight sky...past Jupiter and Mars and Pluto in a dash she flew past the moon and through the sky and came right back down again...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mD6lehunRxI/TjgtLy4hjSI/AAAAAAAAK08/a0CAzHeTvKE/s1600/039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636304614314839330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mD6lehunRxI/TjgtLy4hjSI/AAAAAAAAK08/a0CAzHeTvKE/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /></a>Then and only then she found another ticket and it read "Ladder to Moon" and she decided that was a safer way to travel. She climbed and climbed, she saw a rat and a bear and a mouse fly by...there went Hazel and up Gretta climbed. HELLO MOON!<br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TQDruAM6XeY/Tjgs_u4qEkI/AAAAAAAAK0s/OFiZlCwRgqw/s1600/038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636304407083225666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TQDruAM6XeY/Tjgs_u4qEkI/AAAAAAAAK0s/OFiZlCwRgqw/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /></a> The moon smiled back and gave a wink, for this little hedgehog was the only hedgehog that had ever visited the moon. She made history that night at midnight. It was was quite a night! Gretta contemplated staying with the moon but he blew her a kiss and said, "You my little brave friend, belong in Nowhere but I will watch over you and your friends for all your live long days..."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-1939670609096733165?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-89636405134222768702011-07-31T06:52:00.000-07:002011-07-31T07:06:57.482-07:00Pippit Priceless and Gretta from Gothere stood in the line waiting their turn in Nowhere. It was a once in a lifetime experience. Pippit held tight to her ticket on the Shooting Star and tried to calm little Gretta's nerves. Gretta was hoping that she would not fall off the shooting star but the anticipation of the ride held her courage and fascination. Pippit was going first, the time had come, she kissed Gretta on the cheek with a quick "see you soon" and in a <span style="color:#660000;">flash</span>, she found herself on the moon! In a lickety-split second Pippit was there! It was still daylight and she could see the stars and the big dipper was just around the corner...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bm05zwRZdNI/TjVel0fXvII/AAAAAAAAKwg/bBqAOsBkxkE/s1600/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635514512562437250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bm05zwRZdNI/TjVel0fXvII/AAAAAAAAKwg/bBqAOsBkxkE/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /></a>Twilight soon arrived, and a billowy soft cloud passed by. Pippit began to sing, twinkle, twinkle little star, it's so lovely where you are. Up above this big world so high, I'm just a living doll, way up in the sky...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YtyyyVBr-wQ/TjVel5EPqzI/AAAAAAAAKwY/uVNfQRuaxY4/s1600/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635514513790839602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YtyyyVBr-wQ/TjVel5EPqzI/AAAAAAAAKwY/uVNfQRuaxY4/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-8963640513422276870?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-80201055496499391372011-07-28T13:37:00.000-07:002011-07-28T13:41:06.092-07:00<iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3FHnT7P_fo8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe><br /><br />-Were walking on the air..<br />-I'm almost in seventh heaven...<br />-we just passed cloud nine...<br />-I'm in a transport of delight..<br />-does this mean youre happy...<br />-..over the moon my friend..over the moon..<br /> <br />-In a minute..in a minute...almost there...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-8020105549649939137?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Dutchessnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-18124935919864629442011-07-28T03:27:00.000-07:002011-07-28T03:47:47.902-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YXpENkK_Nh0/TjE2itIxwEI/AAAAAAAAG88/c5-0S20B5OI/s1600/winged2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YXpENkK_Nh0/TjE2itIxwEI/AAAAAAAAG88/c5-0S20B5OI/s640/winged2.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tea Rat: HOLD ON TIGHT RATTUS! We are descending back down in the Valley of Nowhere. Was that NOT&nbsp; a splendid flight to the moon?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Rattus: Tea dear fellow, do you HAVE to swoop down so quickly and rise so sharply? How do you drive this thing?</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tea Rat: On FAITH old man, ON FAITH!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Rattus: You mean to tell me you have NO IDEA HOW TO MANIPULATE THIS FAIRY? HOW DO I&nbsp; LET YOU TALK ME INTO THESE THINGS?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tea Rat: HOLD ON OLD THING, we are about to............</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">.......</span><span style="font-size: large;">And that dear my dear children, is how Tea Rat and Rattus went to the moon and back......</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SWjuxXnqLs/TjE42LUUhXI/AAAAAAAAG9A/iOzSNHRG4-c/s1600/DSCN0624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SWjuxXnqLs/TjE42LUUhXI/AAAAAAAAG9A/iOzSNHRG4-c/s640/DSCN0624.JPG" width="548" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The End</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-1812493591986462944?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-30537380199551883072011-07-26T07:37:00.000-07:002011-07-26T07:39:04.967-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UN8FJ_eJaUc/Ti2H6s1GwMI/AAAAAAAAB94/ma5U2qGdTfE/s1600/100_3774.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UN8FJ_eJaUc/Ti2H6s1GwMI/AAAAAAAAB94/ma5U2qGdTfE/s320/100_3774.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /></a></div><div closure_uid_bphkrp="347"><br /></div><div closure_uid_bphkrp="347"><div closure_uid_npa0mc="252"><em><span closure_uid_bphkrp="348" closure_uid_lmzxji="261" style="color: #073763;">On our way to the moon, we saw a nocturnal fairy! She is so illusive, and rare..a wonderful gift from the Netherworld...perhaps it is the Nowhere of the Milky Way! Perhaps she glided in on a moonbeam!</span></em></div></div><div closure_uid_bphkrp="347"><em><span closure_uid_bphkrp="348" style="color: #073763;">It was just a quick glance, a fleeting moment, but if you believe, and if there is magic in your heart, you too will see.</span></em></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3fO2KZa4tMM/Ti2HX98v21I/AAAAAAAAB90/oJ0xYbV1B5M/s1600/100_3767.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3fO2KZa4tMM/Ti2HX98v21I/AAAAAAAAB90/oJ0xYbV1B5M/s320/100_3767.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /></a></div><div closure_uid_bphkrp="310"><div closure_uid_npa0mc="259"><span closure_uid_npa0mc="258" style="color: #0b5394;">The beautiful Blue moon fairy, who glides without a sound. She flutters by, and in an instant, she is gone again. We are left to wonder, was she really here? Is she really real?.&nbsp; what is that scent? Where did that cool breeze come from..</span></div></div><div closure_uid_bphkrp="310"><br /></div><div closure_uid_bphkrp="310"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K0gRGlTAJuw/Ti2Id2DSvtI/AAAAAAAAB98/WycMveo620g/s1600/100_3764.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K0gRGlTAJuw/Ti2Id2DSvtI/AAAAAAAAB98/WycMveo620g/s320/100_3764.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /></a></div><div closure_uid_npa0mc="260"><span closure_uid_bphkrp="346" style="color: #0b5394;">As quickly as she appeared, she turns, and she is gone..leaving only a sweet smell of jasmine in the air..yes, she was really here, yes, she was really real..we believe,......... The magic is in our hearts!!</span></div><br /><br /><div closure_uid_npa0mc="261"><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="color: #0b5394;">While photographing another doll, quite unlike this moon fairy, I saw my muse..she is all things magical, and pure, and tells me the names of the dolls I create..each a gentle whisper, but she speaks volumes!&nbsp; </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" closure_uid_bphkrp="396" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C8BaWs2Ckw4/Ti2JF0zodLI/AAAAAAAAB-E/fzYOwG1mBHE/s1600/100_1459.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C8BaWs2Ckw4/Ti2JF0zodLI/AAAAAAAAB-E/fzYOwG1mBHE/s400/100_1459.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /></a></div><div closure_uid_bphkrp="310"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-3053738019955188307?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Christel Hutsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10676037274916412592noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-17553756073822370092011-07-24T07:49:00.000-07:002011-07-24T08:00:02.785-07:00<span style="color:#330099;">As our Nowhere journey continues we dream, we imagine, we create. Only in our dreams can we travel on a Moon Beam and find our Nowhere Dreams...A fairy leads the way and a mouse will follow...taking a leap of faith, onto a spiderweb she goes...</span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFIiQaxXB3s/TiwxGo2YsHI/AAAAAAAAKrg/aC2hN50-toI/s1600/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632931224048152690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFIiQaxXB3s/TiwxGo2YsHI/AAAAAAAAKrg/aC2hN50-toI/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#330099;">On tipsy tiny toes the fairy touches down, on the moon we go...will two rats, a raccoon follow?</span> <br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330099;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uP5ipnDyEwo/TiwxGe4GJyI/AAAAAAAAKrY/0hWDiC6fkzk/s1600/001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632931221370971938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uP5ipnDyEwo/TiwxGe4GJyI/AAAAAAAAKrY/0hWDiC6fkzk/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#330099;">Will a bear, a hedgehog, a doll and Hazel follow? Who will dare to travel to a place where Nowhere dreams come true?</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-1755375607382237009?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-52594343757969934842011-07-20T05:32:00.000-07:002011-07-20T05:37:46.057-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">There is something about Nowhere that has changed my life.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-prjhb2vxCC4/TibJYeZ6xQI/AAAAAAAAG50/qeRwdu9SuKw/s1600/theatre.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-prjhb2vxCC4/TibJYeZ6xQI/AAAAAAAAG50/qeRwdu9SuKw/s640/theatre.JPG" width="506" />&nbsp;</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I create something</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--IRgLxAM9cY/TibJogWNOHI/AAAAAAAAG54/aM0rti5f1bo/s1600/closeup.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--IRgLxAM9cY/TibJogWNOHI/AAAAAAAAG54/aM0rti5f1bo/s640/closeup.JPG" width="610" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />I make it with YOU in mind. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KdPJ2kVrhG8/TibJvx-XTLI/AAAAAAAAG58/Ur5OM90Wi6E/s1600/vignette.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="592" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KdPJ2kVrhG8/TibJvx-XTLI/AAAAAAAAG58/Ur5OM90Wi6E/s640/vignette.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Come out to play my friends, and let us follow the fairy to the moon.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">To my Nowhere friends:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Dutchess</div><div style="text-align: center;">Penny</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jackie</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ruben</div><div style="text-align: center;">Christel</div><div style="text-align: center;">Patricia</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Have a MAGICAL SUMMER WEEK!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-5259434375796993484?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-72525890835328660562011-07-18T13:54:00.000-07:002011-07-18T13:57:46.625-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jAKdAwT2EWY/TiSeDZi0hII/AAAAAAAAKoM/6_hKhxS2xEU/s1600/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630799215353693314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jAKdAwT2EWY/TiSeDZi0hII/AAAAAAAAKoM/6_hKhxS2xEU/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-7252589083532866056?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-26839672082392709502011-07-12T12:19:00.000-07:002011-07-12T12:33:57.083-07:00On a simple Tuesday afternoon the tourist plane flew over the land of Nowhere. They were told, if you put on your specs and look way down yonder and over there and waaaay down there you might see friends from Nowhere! Gretta could be seen from the air taking floating lessons way down below in Nowhere. It looked like a pool party was going on! Rats, bears, wee mice, and it looked like a raccoon was poolside too! They were all there and one DUCK! The tourist guide suspected the purple duck might be either a life guard or a floating instructor. With eyes peering from up above, they could see what looked like a little mouse on a bears belly. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbKDEbmFLE0/ThyfOCGFMgI/AAAAAAAAKj8/i18AejE478k/s1600/040.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628548697735639554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sbKDEbmFLE0/ThyfOCGFMgI/AAAAAAAAKj8/i18AejE478k/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /></a>The tourist oooo'd and awwww'd and admire the beautiful land of Nowhere. There was a golden rule, tourist planes could never touch down in the land of Nowhere. Humans were scarce, and somewhat odd. Air space was limited to only one tourist plane per year and this was the day. <br />Away they flew as the pool party splashed on...<br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-2683967208239270950?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-41563932944417177172011-07-10T09:44:00.000-07:002011-07-12T14:05:27.067-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9tw-o282SE/ThnXEfNhtHI/AAAAAAAAHm4/JsLBitrJRHg/s1600/DSC00217.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l9tw-o282SE/ThnXEfNhtHI/AAAAAAAAHm4/JsLBitrJRHg/s400/DSC00217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627765681473827954" /></a><br /> <br />-We are floating..<br />-No..I'm floating...!<br />-Well...when you're floating I'm floating too..<br />-I'll be your ship...<br />-And I'll be your navigator...<br />-Together we can float forever and ever..<br /><br />-Shall we now change places...<br />-..................Uhm.....................!?<br /><br />Click picture for a better view...or hop in the pool...and <a href="http://bigbearandlittlemouse.blogspot.com/">float with us...</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-4156393294441717717?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Dutchessnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-61187604256208888482011-07-09T11:27:00.000-07:002011-07-09T11:27:39.341-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mvj_omGCy2I/ThidQpHMkwI/AAAAAAAAG2k/QMt9FvQXLN0/s1600/Tea+Rat+sans+boots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mvj_omGCy2I/ThidQpHMkwI/AAAAAAAAG2k/QMt9FvQXLN0/s640/Tea+Rat+sans+boots.jpg" width="444" /></a></div><br /><br />Tea Rat: ALLY OOOP!<br /><br />Rattus: OLD MAN, where are your swim trunks? Where are your BOOTS?<br /><br />Tea Rat: This is a POOL PARTY TO THE MAX old man! JUMP IN!<br /><br />Rattus: You are exploring rather wavy waters there old thing...you even have a different texture to yourself..what happened to your skin?<br /><br />Tea Rat: That woman who draws me is trying her hand at WATER COLOURS. I say, I feel rather liberated! JUMP IN!<br /><br />Rattus: I have to say old man, you do things in a grandiose manner. MINIMALIST is certainly NOT your middle name!<br /><br />Tea Rat: Quite the contrary. My middle name is MAXIMUS!<br /><br />Rattus: After all these years old fellow, that we have studied together, roomed together, taken tea together, I never knew that. TEA RAT MAXIMUS.......<br /><br />I say, WHAT IS YOUR LAST NAME old man?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-6118760425620888848?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-41321638895459756172011-07-06T18:19:00.000-07:002011-07-06T18:33:19.928-07:00<u><span style="color:#0000ff;">If the beach isn't the answer perhaps a pool party is!</span></u><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBTxFpizGHI/ThULECH1KZI/AAAAAAAAKg8/-bt1CnkipMI/s1600/057.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626415473386400146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBTxFpizGHI/ThULECH1KZI/AAAAAAAAKg8/-bt1CnkipMI/s320/057.JPG" border="0" /></a> Everyone grab your kini shouted Gretta! Mozes grab your Speedo and jump in......oh my...I meant bikini or is it a kini? Gretta bound and determined to make the biggest S-P-L-I-S-H or S-P-L-A-S-H...whatever one comes first...she's in!!!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBA4DKLkmeE/ThULD071OQI/AAAAAAAAKg0/GsKyin4TI2g/s1600/087.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626415469846411522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBA4DKLkmeE/ThULD071OQI/AAAAAAAAKg0/GsKyin4TI2g/s320/087.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-4132163889545975617?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-347021619963795762011-07-01T10:18:00.000-07:002011-07-01T10:18:33.448-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fvrFIjZTtHI/Tg36sHIV8dI/AAAAAAAAA0w/KQf-gCO8C5w/s1600/tearatlifesaver.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fvrFIjZTtHI/Tg36sHIV8dI/AAAAAAAAA0w/KQf-gCO8C5w/s640/tearatlifesaver.jpg" width="393" /></a></div><br />Tea Rat: <span style="color: blue;">Oh boy! There's going to be a beach party! I better brush up on my surfer lingo. Twitchin, dude.</span> <br /><br />Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">Why are you twitching dear fellow? Are you ill? </span><br /><br />Tea Rat: <span style="color: blue;">Twitchin! You know as in great, superb, cool, boss, wicked. Now come on, let's book for the beach.</span><br /><br />Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">Beaches are public. Why do we need a reservation?</span><br /><br />Tea Rat: <span style="color: blue;">No, not book as in reservation. Book as in to depart post haste. It's gonna be far out.</span><br /><br />Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">Oh dear, I trust not too far.</span><br /><br />Tea Rat: <span style="color: blue;">No dude, that's bogus. I mean far out, as in cool, twitchin. Now come on, and can you bring that cherry umbrella of mine?</span><br /><br />Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">"Cherry?"</span> <br /><br />Tea Rat: <span style="color: blue;">Yeah, you know, pristine, perfect.</span> <br /><br />Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">It is a nice umbrella, but it's mine. </span><br /><br />Tea Rat: <span style="color: blue;">Woah, dude. Don't try to boggart my stuff. </span><br /><br />Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">"Boggart your stuff? What in the world are you babbling about?</span><br /><br />Tea Rat: <span style="color: blue;">I'm babbling? Dude, you don't even know what boggart means. What a burn. What a chop.</span><br /><br />Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">I think I'm going to lie down.</span> <br /><br />Tea Rat: <span style="color: blue;">Don't get groady on me. Don't shine me on. Aren't we goin' to shag it to the beach?</span><br /><br />Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">Going to the beach just sounds like too much work.</span> <br /><br />Tea Rat: <span style="color: blue;">But I was so stoked to dig up some scratch for some scarfs and split to shore. We were going to have a primo, righteous time.</span><br /><br />Rattus: <span style="color: blue;">I hate the beach.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-34702161996379576?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruben Riverahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504345408685635451noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-45069503671604927512011-06-29T18:06:00.000-07:002011-06-29T18:07:55.273-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8B9Hw1FvbgE/TgvKyEN_xtI/AAAAAAAAB8E/iBiN0l800wk/s1600/surfs+up%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="273px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8B9Hw1FvbgE/TgvKyEN_xtI/AAAAAAAAB8E/iBiN0l800wk/s400/surfs+up%2521.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Come on everyone, suit up! Dig those old bermuda shorts out, dig up that itty bitty polka dot bikini..Rattus, I'm sure you have a suit somewhere in that dresser, and Tea....what suits your fancy?&nbsp; Moses?.... Bebe..oh I can see her in a tiny ruffled number..and Pippitt...well, now that will be a scant suit for sure!!..hhmmm come to think of it, what will I wear?&nbsp;&nbsp; ~ Hazel</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-4506950367160492751?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Christel Hutsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10676037274916412592noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-25359412796692237092011-06-25T17:51:00.000-07:002011-06-25T17:59:46.546-07:00Dear Priceless Penny...<br />Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, your worth a million pennies so you can throw away your tennies and relax in your jammies cuz it's your birthday and it's time to read the funnies! I could not find a lampshade for the party but I found a pail in the laundry room of the dollhouse. Hope you like it!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q8s2NZwu4H8/TgaC9shiRtI/AAAAAAAAKbc/jGFSCYSJD20/s1600/041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622325181254092498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q8s2NZwu4H8/TgaC9shiRtI/AAAAAAAAKbc/jGFSCYSJD20/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /></a> Pippit Priceless wishes you a very priceless birthday. I'm giving you a singing bird and her name is just Priceless...blowing out all the candles on the planet and celebrating YOU!<br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-2535941279669223709?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-72299603962074438202011-06-25T08:29:00.000-07:002011-06-25T08:34:47.497-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xUNKll8L5RI/TgX_USuyj4I/AAAAAAAAHiQ/uv3O3Y-SQWo/s1600/juni%2B2011%2B113.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xUNKll8L5RI/TgX_USuyj4I/AAAAAAAAHiQ/uv3O3Y-SQWo/s400/juni%2B2011%2B113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622180433932488578" /></a><br /><br />-Shall we give our flowers now...?<br />-No not yet...first we serenade......!!<br />-O Yes,how could I forget..<br />-yes..how could you forget..A Penny Serenade......<br /><br />HAPPY B DAY DEAREST....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-7229960396207443820?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Dutchessnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-78869286779611490622011-06-24T06:06:00.000-07:002011-06-24T06:06:12.009-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ILn5QYg1hY/TgR2Lj5kZAI/AAAAAAAAGrI/ubTBuCYOvq8/s1600/happybday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ILn5QYg1hY/TgR2Lj5kZAI/AAAAAAAAGrI/ubTBuCYOvq8/s400/happybday.jpg" width="378" /></a></div><br />Tea Rat: How is that old man? Do you think Bebe's mum will like our Birthday Banner?<br /><br />Rattus: Splendid, SPLENDID old thing. She will especially like the color. Oh dear, what was that sound?<br /><br />Tea Rat: I do believe that was the sound of ripping fabric, and a popped button. And don't look at me, because as you can see, I am not wearing any cumbersome clothing.<br /><br />Rattus: Oh dear, my vest popped a button and my breeches..oh bother! Do you still have that sewing kit, old thing?<br /><br />Tea Rat: Well old man, it is clear that you will have to watch how many slices of birthday cake you will shovel in. I ON THE OTHER HAND, can consume in MASS QUANTITIES for I have a secret......<br /><br />Rattus: Pray tell old man. For I shan't CONTROL MYSELF this time...Penny is our great friend and I have to show her my admiration by devouring her cake. You know, in Nowhere, when one admires, loves and honors someone, we eat in colossal amounts to show our gratitude.<br /><br />Tea Rat: FEAR NOT OLD MAN...it is not a youthful metabolism that is my secret, although I still can eat like a kitten, even at my age....follow me <a href="http://rattusscribus.blogspot.com/">here</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-7886928677961149062?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-45798568450532638832011-06-21T04:58:00.000-07:002011-06-21T04:59:28.497-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hmKHKrDBCwQ/TgCGY-ZnqZI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/cFWKVF3DVF8/s1600/lampshades%252Bin%252Bparis.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hmKHKrDBCwQ/TgCGY-ZnqZI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/cFWKVF3DVF8/s640/lampshades%252Bin%252Bparis.jpg" width="640" /></a> </div><br />There's excitement in the air because Penny's birthday is right around the corner. <br /><br />Tea Rat has raided all the lampshades in our lovely cottage. <br /><br />And he is planning a birthday banquet, he says, "fit for Americans".<br /><br />I don't know what an "American" is, but I have the feeling the banquet will be calorie apocalypse.<br /><br />Tea Rat says not to worry myself.<br /><br />I shan't. Oh dear, oh dear.<br /><br />Rattus<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-4579856845053263883?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruben Riverahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504345408685635451noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-2003553685864168652011-06-18T13:29:00.000-07:002011-06-18T13:37:06.905-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrEQw6rF4r8/Tf0IzTUcBYI/AAAAAAAAGqA/DJULr4xHbTw/s1600/cheese+and+wine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrEQw6rF4r8/Tf0IzTUcBYI/AAAAAAAAGqA/DJULr4xHbTw/s400/cheese+and+wine.jpg" width="313" /></a></div><br />Tea Rat: Let's see....GOUDA CHEESE...CHECK!<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; BLUE CHEESE....CHECK!<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; GRAPES.....DOUBLE CHECK!<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; RED WINE.....QUADRUPLE CHECK!<br /><br />RATTUS: Son, take it easy on the spirits...you know you DO NOT hold your wine very well. Remember the Dutchess's birthday last year? Do comport yourself for PENNY'S BIRTHDAY COMING UP JUNE 26. Remember the LAMPSHADE and then the HAT??<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQFOmkj5GjA/Tf0Kho33LxI/AAAAAAAAGqE/DVlBkkrukqk/s1600/lampshade.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQFOmkj5GjA/Tf0Kho33LxI/AAAAAAAAGqE/DVlBkkrukqk/s400/lampshade.JPG" width="242" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-200355368586416865?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-9961638139426869762011-06-10T20:28:00.000-07:002011-06-10T20:33:26.943-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rbfUyQI8lb4/TfLhMirlscI/AAAAAAAAKLs/SQOosnZWrCw/s1600/088.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616799290868740546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rbfUyQI8lb4/TfLhMirlscI/AAAAAAAAKLs/SQOosnZWrCw/s320/088.JPG" border="0" /></a> Between Rac and Gretta, they managed to haul the box of oranges in from Overthere and add to the feast! Come one and come all, an orange festival starts NOW! First portions go to the ones that hauled the 20 lb box! Slurp, slurp...<br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-996163813942686976?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-42900956204307223752011-06-09T21:11:00.000-07:002011-06-09T21:11:09.257-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HdBZRaP1xaY/TfGXwvTNdeI/AAAAAAAAB50/gqSZeBCXzSg/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HdBZRaP1xaY/TfGXwvTNdeI/AAAAAAAAB50/gqSZeBCXzSg/s400/images.jpg" t8="true" width="369px" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t63F-ESyEGA/TfGX2iiTpyI/AAAAAAAAB54/CckMoLmibVQ/s1600/imagesCAA48BR2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t63F-ESyEGA/TfGX2iiTpyI/AAAAAAAAB54/CckMoLmibVQ/s400/imagesCAA48BR2.jpg" t8="true" width="394px" /></a></div><strong><em><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">What a wonderful feast! Everyone is here, the breads, cheeses, the party favors, the watermelon!! MMMMM,&nbsp; And just look at Bebe, isn't she just a peach?&nbsp; mmm&nbsp;&nbsp; peaches, did anyone bring peaches? Old man, what is that in your hand? I smell cheese, and oh&nbsp; fresh baked bread! I guess I should have eaten this morning, but I was saving my appetite for the feast !!&nbsp; I brought along these very speacial melons, all decorated just for the party! I'm not going to worry about counting any calories today! I'm here to make new friends, and eat eat eat!!!&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Hazel~</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjnUpvqz6vU/TfGYNIjW1VI/AAAAAAAAB58/wpH8J4E0GPM/s1600/imagesCAYWT8FH.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjnUpvqz6vU/TfGYNIjW1VI/AAAAAAAAB58/wpH8J4E0GPM/s400/imagesCAYWT8FH.jpg" t8="true" width="400px" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-4290095620430722375?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Christel Hutsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10676037274916412592noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-85496342241511981522011-06-05T16:07:00.000-07:002011-06-05T16:54:00.832-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYnlo9Bx1aw/TewLeWLJIJI/AAAAAAAAGmo/t-58hk3HGPY/s1600/ElizaandXavier.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="277" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NYnlo9Bx1aw/TewLeWLJIJI/AAAAAAAAGmo/t-58hk3HGPY/s400/ElizaandXavier.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />We're here everybody! <a href="http://christiegrammyshouse.blogspot.com/">Eliza and Xavier</a> here, we brought EXACTLY what Tea Rat and Bebe ordered:<br /><br />A HUGE WHEEL OF STILTON CHEESE: CHECK<br />A baguette: CHECK<br />Water crackers: CHECK<br />Parsley in case Tea Rat eats to much and has to take his medicine: CHECK<br />A HUGE WATERMELON for Bebe: CHECK!<br /><br />Enjoy everyone!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-8549634224151198152?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-88371609934451505062011-06-03T23:42:00.001-07:002011-06-04T00:15:09.284-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xFpr1aesPnU/TenUF7VzOJI/AAAAAAAABNI/UKcw1Idlfz8/s1600/MVC-110F.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 280px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614251608787597458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xFpr1aesPnU/TenUF7VzOJI/AAAAAAAABNI/UKcw1Idlfz8/s400/MVC-110F.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="center">Dancing down the road<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">As happy as can be</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">On my way to Nowhere</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">To meet my friends for tea.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Please meet me at the pond</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Under the mallow tree</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Mozes and Gretta have taken care</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Of all the buzzzzzing bee's....</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Love, Bebe</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-8837160993445150506?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelsdoor * Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770992037653364805noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-20043406785399104282011-05-31T19:32:00.000-07:002011-05-31T19:48:28.911-07:00<span style="color:#003300;">Gretta saw the black box sitting on the old hickory stump first. Mozes knew what is was and just yawned. That old stump had the remains of a beehive within and it might be a grand place to place his rump right on that old stump and get a paw full of sweet honey before his nap! Just as he was sticking his paw in the depths of that old hickory stump Gretta snatched up that black box, pointed it right at Mozes and pushed the little red button on top. CLICK! And here are the awesome results...</span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YfHSD5HqDHk/TeWlkCXiunI/AAAAAAAAKEE/9Y_x8n6oCbc/s1600/080.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613074549116680818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YfHSD5HqDHk/TeWlkCXiunI/AAAAAAAAKEE/9Y_x8n6oCbc/s320/080.JPG" border="0" /></a> Poor Mozes felt like a bear in headlights...that darn Gretta! He got caught in the act and he was sure she was going to tell him he needed to stop eating all the honey and share!<br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-2004340678539910428?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-21522298125066590542011-05-21T12:21:00.000-07:002011-05-21T17:14:19.261-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yg9W6XKsLyo/TdgQEVr9RvI/AAAAAAAAGgI/VK4bSjMATDI/s1600/ussteapot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yg9W6XKsLyo/TdgQEVr9RvI/AAAAAAAAGgI/VK4bSjMATDI/s400/ussteapot.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">TEA RAT TO THE RESCUE MISS MOUSSIE!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am on a MISSION to help find the fair lady Miss Moussie; rumor has it that she may have been carried off by THE DRUMBLE.....all search party members come <a href="http://thegardenoftheduchess.blogspot.com/">here</a> and help us find our DIVINE MISS M.!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Arrgh. Avast, me hearties. Make way to set sail. We search for the fair maiden, Miss Moussie. <br /><br />Helmsman, put us on a heading south by south west, and be smart about it.<br /><br />Alright now ye old sea dogs, snap to and be lively. <br /><br />Anchors aweigh.<br /><br />Hoist the mizzen.<br /><br />Trim the sails.<br /><br />Poop the deck... I mean... <br /><br />Arrgh. You know what mean. <br /><br />Avast. Onward ho, to find the Lady Moussie. <br /><br />And if any blighter has caused her harm, he'll soon be taking a long walk on a short plank. Aye, and straight to Davy Jones Locker it is.<br /><br />Tea Rat<br />Captain, USS Teapot</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-2152229812506659054?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-36853640652667240292011-05-15T08:03:00.000-07:002011-05-15T08:15:59.776-07:00<span style="color:#000000;">Where in the world but in Nowhere can you experience the wonder of it all? Where friends laugh, and friends play, all night and all day. A rat sips tea by a magical pool as a living doll dips her toes in the warmth of the waters glow.</span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ji_TTZE1B4/Tc_r5nVGbNI/AAAAAAAAJ58/XYY_X1cWdW8/s1600/075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606959436142111954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0ji_TTZE1B4/Tc_r5nVGbNI/AAAAAAAAJ58/XYY_X1cWdW8/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /></a> Old timers sit in a hut and play cards as matches light up the sky. A raccoon drinks a beer and a bear nods off...a cool dude called Rattus plops his feet up and is fine with the world of Nowhere.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PRu_uJvtgt4/Tc_r5ag-0VI/AAAAAAAAJ50/X9VWnHisvO8/s1600/026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606959432702284114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PRu_uJvtgt4/Tc_r5ag-0VI/AAAAAAAAJ50/X9VWnHisvO8/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /></a> Fire flies and flowers aglow and dreams take flight, on this cozy May night. Close your eyes and follow us to the Wonder of Nowhere tonight.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g1NhyL0pxPw/Tc_r5A01lLI/AAAAAAAAJ5s/N3eLhbo1Egk/s1600/027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606959425806242994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g1NhyL0pxPw/Tc_r5A01lLI/AAAAAAAAJ5s/N3eLhbo1Egk/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /></a>Thoughts posted by Gretta from Gothere as she travels to her wildest imagination by night.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-3685364065266724029?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-3504526369150647562011-05-01T07:17:00.000-07:002011-05-01T07:23:32.885-07:00<span style="font-family:Courier New;">NOWHERE on earth can you find such pretty flowers for MAY DAY but in NOWHERE.</span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQ--7ok6gcc/Tb1rpdi0HAI/AAAAAAAAJqw/Gwd8794ygZo/s1600/005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601751871568223234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQ--7ok6gcc/Tb1rpdi0HAI/AAAAAAAAJqw/Gwd8794ygZo/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /></a> My goodness...what do you see? As Pippit Priceless celebrates the day...could an unknown person be trying to snatch her away? Calling on NOWHERE FRIENDS....eeekkk...Who goes there?<br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-350452636915064756?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-78665263351719058362011-04-21T11:02:00.000-07:002011-04-21T11:33:43.203-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWJvjisZMKg/TbB3VRf494I/AAAAAAAAHYk/-1AP-_w5K54/s1600/DSC00183.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWJvjisZMKg/TbB3VRf494I/AAAAAAAAHYk/-1AP-_w5K54/s400/DSC00183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598105544179644290" /></a><br /><br />We opened a bottle of bubbly...and started dancing the Hula...everybody join the fun...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-7866526335171905836?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Dutchessnoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-29920886298477278242011-04-17T08:53:00.000-07:002011-04-17T10:07:01.523-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ekEie3WgGgs/TasM1LJKS-I/AAAAAAAAGXI/jSBQZJHt-wo/s1600/animation.t%253D1303055493423785.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ekEie3WgGgs/TasM1LJKS-I/AAAAAAAAGXI/jSBQZJHt-wo/s640/animation.t%253D1303055493423785.gif" width="462" /></a></div><br />TeaRat: Woo-hoo! Yay for Rattus! Way to let your fur down.<br /><br />Rattus: Sure, I know how to Carpe Diem. I'm not a trapezoid like you think.<br /><br />TeaRat: Square.<br /><br />Rattus: No, not square as in honest and fair-dealing. I mean trapezoid as in out of style, stuffy, strait-laced.<br /><br />TeaRat: Whatever. OK, you're not trapezoid.<br /><br />Rattus: Right arm, bro. See, I'm rib.<br /><br />TeaRat: Hip.<br /><br />Rattus: Oh, don't you just know everything.<br /><br />TeaRat: It's not rib. The word is "hip" as in chic, mod, cool, trendy, up to date, popular, with it, hunky-dory, smashing...<br /><br />Rattus: …I like "rib" better. I'm rib.<br /><br />TeaRat: Whatever. What do you want to tell our readers?<br /><br />Rattus: "Pehea 'oe?" That means "What's up?" in HI-WHY-HEEN.<br /><br />TeaRat: Hawaiian.<br /><br />Rattus: Pehea 'oe, Nowhereians. Komo mai kau mapuna hoe. That means "Dip your paddle in." In other words, come to the luau party. It's an explosion.<br /><br />TeaRat: Blast.<br /><br />Rattus: Censure, complaint, denunciation, darn, what the devil?<br /><br />TeaRat: NO. I mean…My dear Rattus, you mean to tell that you have already mastered Hawaiian but don't even know common colloquial slang in your native language like square, hip and blast?<br /><br />Rattus: I know enough slang. Right arm.<br /><br />TeaRat: On.<br /><br />Rattus: About what?<br /><br />TeaRat: Never mind. Say good by, Rattus.<br /><br />Rattus: Aloha, Rattus.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-2992088629847727824?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-45524650965805448602011-04-12T06:35:00.000-07:002011-04-12T14:15:04.741-07:00By Ruben Rivera©<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3gOj4ofCBE/TaTApCXWE0I/AAAAAAAAAvg/hmBXl51M74Y/s1600/RattusAsDinner.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3gOj4ofCBE/TaTApCXWE0I/AAAAAAAAAvg/hmBXl51M74Y/s400/RattusAsDinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594808448342954818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(Cont. from comments)</span><br /><br /></span>Rattus: Hi Hazel, TeaRat, Bebe, what's that you're holding in your hands. Pink ribbon?<br /><br />Hazel: Oh, that? Yeah, just some little old ribbon. Yess...♪ ♫...just some little harmlessss ♪ ♫ ribbonnnn..♪ ♫<br /><br />TeaRat: ♪ ♫ Why don't you sssit ♪ ♫ down in the chair, old rat. Take a load offfff.♪ ♫ Make yoursssself ♪ ♫ comfortable. ..♪ ♫<br /><br />Bebe: ♪ ♫ Yesss...♪ ♫ Rattusss...♪ ♫ ... Sssit...♪ ♫...down...♪ ♫<br /><br />Rattus: Ok, you're all quite the creepy people aren't you? What is this, "Land of the Living Dead?"<br /><br />Hazel: GRAB HIM. TIE HIM DOWN.<br /><br />TeaRat: We have him. Bebe, tie the pink ribbon on him.<br /><br />Hazel: Make him look real pretty!<br /><br />Bebe: There! All done!<br /><br />Rattus: YOU LET ME GO AND GET THIS RIBBON OFF ME THIS INSTANT!<br /><br />TeaRat: ♪ ♫ Ah now we can ♪ ♫ eat our meal in peacccce.♪ ♫<br /><br />Bebe: ♪ ♫ Yess...eat our ♪ ♫ mealll.♪ ♫<br /><br />Hazel: ♪ ♫..Rattusss.♪ ♫ <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">YOU</span></span> are our mealll..♪ ♫<br /><br />Bebe: ♪ ♫..I'll have a leggg..♪ ♫...Yesss♪ ♫<br /><br />Hazel: ♪ ♫.I want...♪ ♫ breassst meat..♪ ♫<br /><br />TeaRat: ♪ ♫..I get dibss..♪ ♫ on that magnificccent brain..♪ ♫<br /><br />Rattus: AHHH! LET ME GO! YOU'RE ALL INSANE...LET ME GO I SAY...!<br /><br />----<br /><br />TeaRat: Wake up old rat. Wake up. You're having a bad dream. That's all.<br /><br />Rattus: TeaRat, old friend. Bebe, Hazel. You're here too. Whew! What a terrible, terrible dream. I dreamt that you all turned into zombies and were trying to tie me up in this God-awful pink ribbon so that you could eat me. Isn't that silly?<br /><br />Bebe: Yes...Silly<br /><br />Hazel: Silly.<br /><br />Rattus: TeaRat, Bebe, Hazel. What's that pink thing you've got in your hands....?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-4552465096580544860?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruben Riverahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504345408685635451noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-56401119316983604962011-04-10T12:27:00.000-07:002011-04-10T12:44:24.844-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Little did Tea Rat know that a milliner is a seller of WOMENS' hats....but that&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">didn't stop him from escorting <a href="http://angelsdoor.blogspot.com/">Lily the Bear</a> , his new and lovely little friend, to<br /><br />the Easter Parade in Nowhere! </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BpA5422a0YI/TaIDb6a_1VI/AAAAAAAAGVU/GS1Ozzi46t4/s1600/Tea+and+Lily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BpA5422a0YI/TaIDb6a_1VI/AAAAAAAAGVU/GS1Ozzi46t4/s640/Tea+and+Lily.jpg" width="408" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Spring EVERYONE!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-5640111931698360496?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-88823126425572406502011-03-24T07:31:00.000-07:002011-03-24T07:48:24.174-07:00After a deep and meaningful conversation with Tea Rat it was decided the Pippit Priceless needed to search for a "boy friend." Just a friend. Pippit argued back that Rattus and Rac and Mozes and Tea himself were good "boy friends" but Tea suggested to search further in Nowhere and beyond...So Pippit headed to Hollywood. The Fonz said YES! Sure thing baby doll!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHWqyT8GBM8/TYtWjw__RiI/AAAAAAAAJJ8/DE2oGyrMI34/s1600/014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587654935131932194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHWqyT8GBM8/TYtWjw__RiI/AAAAAAAAJJ8/DE2oGyrMI34/s400/014.JPG" border="0" /></a>She went to the Outback Woods to find a glowing gnome and he said YES! I'll be your Gnomeo!<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyylamwkkTQ/TYtWjvgM7MI/AAAAAAAAJJ0/xPthZ5xLfnE/s1600/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587654934730173634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VyylamwkkTQ/TYtWjvgM7MI/AAAAAAAAJJ0/xPthZ5xLfnE/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /></a> She found a "boy friend" that would sweep her off her toes! He went so fast, her slippers flew off!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-64P98I8_f6M/TYtWZToEuGI/AAAAAAAAJJs/N9mXblel-ow/s1600/012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587654755448305762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-64P98I8_f6M/TYtWZToEuGI/AAAAAAAAJJs/N9mXblel-ow/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /></a> A living girl looks around every corner for fun and this Hollywood legend said...YES! But he burped too much!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AGcLs6lv1No/TYtWZC_Da0I/AAAAAAAAJJk/AWmP3eHylCw/s1600/010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587654750981286722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AGcLs6lv1No/TYtWZC_Da0I/AAAAAAAAJJk/AWmP3eHylCw/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /></a> Gumby said yes...he would be the best "boy friend" a living doll could have and he has one cool horse too!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqgfYdimI30/TYtWY3GopbI/AAAAAAAAJJc/1I55JjUXtZg/s1600/007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587654747791861170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqgfYdimI30/TYtWY3GopbI/AAAAAAAAJJc/1I55JjUXtZg/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /></a> A real "boy friend" could take Pippit places she never dreamed of...Beam us up Scotty! Spock and Scotty had a huge argument who would be the best "boy friend" for Pippit. She liked Spock's pointed ears...the main attraction! Very logical indeed.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MI8JpYdetSA/TYtWYkMaC6I/AAAAAAAAJJU/gy8VLbTKjyw/s1600/009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587654742715796386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MI8JpYdetSA/TYtWYkMaC6I/AAAAAAAAJJU/gy8VLbTKjyw/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /></a> But in the end Pippit picked her prize "boy friend" who was a man who was super with super powers to take the living doll to places only in her wildest dreams. Superman Rules!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LmE8AlwG8R8/TYtWYaNDDWI/AAAAAAAAJJM/FAjDfz_3gCY/s1600/008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587654740034129250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LmE8AlwG8R8/TYtWYaNDDWI/AAAAAAAAJJM/FAjDfz_3gCY/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /></a> Post in tribute to two cool super men and good boy friends too...Ruben and Len!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-8882312642557240650?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-23910137565874810252011-03-19T10:07:00.001-07:002011-03-19T10:08:39.153-07:00<object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" style="outline:none;" data="http://hosting.gmodules.com/ig/gadgets/file/112581010116074801021/hamster.swf?" width="300" height="225"><param name="movie" value="http://hosting.gmodules.com/ig/gadgets/file/112581010116074801021/hamster.swf?"></param><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><param name="wmode" value="opaque"></param></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-2391013756587481025?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Dutchessnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-55084322016767696932011-03-18T22:04:00.000-07:002011-03-19T10:09:50.886-07:00"This lively pet hamster will keep you company throughout the day. Watch him run on his wheel, drink water, and eat the food you feed him by clicking your mouse. Click the center of the wheel to make him get back on it."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-5508432201676769693?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Christel Hutsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10676037274916412592noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-68719996372489280252011-03-17T16:53:00.000-07:002011-03-17T16:56:11.452-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MC6IIgzaDzA/TYKd7XdvEQI/AAAAAAAAGNg/AT9tzK2Ez9I/s1600/sc014ad375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MC6IIgzaDzA/TYKd7XdvEQI/AAAAAAAAGNg/AT9tzK2Ez9I/s640/sc014ad375.jpg" width="542" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Well fellow Nowherians, Tea Rat and Rattus have been hammering, painting, measuring, chucking, and tweaking. Wit's End, just a road a piece from Nowhere, is finally done.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UiA23rOseM8/TYKeqreL58I/AAAAAAAAGNk/SsGkYasJl14/s1600/AWE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="464" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-UiA23rOseM8/TYKeqreL58I/AAAAAAAAGNk/SsGkYasJl14/s640/AWE.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We have been away for too long; we miss you all and we'll be back in business and up to our usual shenanigans in the shake of a rabbit's tail!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-6871999637248928025?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-80565679393933843022011-03-15T04:08:00.000-07:002011-03-15T06:01:29.971-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uzr4VMXsD14/TX9KrNMqknI/AAAAAAAAHRY/VYI8dNqpS9s/s1600/black-bear.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uzr4VMXsD14/TX9KrNMqknI/AAAAAAAAHRY/VYI8dNqpS9s/s400/black-bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584264169100317298" /></a><br /><br /><br />There's a path that leads to Nowhere <br /> In a meadow that I know, <br />Where an inland island rises <br /> And the stream is still and slow; <br />There it wanders under willows <br /> And beneath the silver green <br />Of the birches' silent shadows <br /> Where the early violets lean. <br /><br />Other pathways lead to Somewhere, <br /> But the one I love so well <br />Had no end and no beginning -- <br /> Just the beauty of the dell, <br />Just the windflowers and the lilies <br /> Yellow striped as adder's tongue, <br />Seem to satisfy my pathway <br /> As it winds their sweets among. <br /><br />There I go to meet the Springtime, <br /> When the meadow is aglow, <br />Marigolds amid the marshes, -- <br /> And the stream is still and slow. -- <br />There I find my fair oasis, <br /> And with care-free feet I tread <br />For the pathway leads to Nowhere, <br /> And the blue is overhead! <br /><br />All the ways that lead to Somewhere <br /> Echo with the hurrying feet <br />Of the Struggling and the Striving, <br /> But the way I find so sweet <br />Bids me dream and bids me linger, <br /> Joy and Beauty are its goal, -- <br />On the path that leads to Nowhere <br /> I have sometimes found my soul! <br /><br /><br />By Corinne Roosevelt Robinson<br />1861-1933 <br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><br />A Poem found by Mozes in the book that fell on Rattus his head many months ago....travel on dear Nowhere friends...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-8056567939393384302?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Dutchessnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-17160261188380653862011-03-07T07:36:00.000-08:002011-03-07T07:48:13.099-08:00I think I smell pizza! Gretta, is that you in the tool shed? Are we having pizza for dinner? Who's in that tool shed making all that racket? I luvvvvvvvey you...my honey bunch...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O5HJfIsz0U4/TXT8f3HdBEI/AAAAAAAAI58/47SafS4Sla8/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581363462520243266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O5HJfIsz0U4/TXT8f3HdBEI/AAAAAAAAI58/47SafS4Sla8/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a> An old tin pail flew out the door of the tool shed followed by a measuring tape and a can of yellow paint...<br /><br />Either Gretta is miffed at me and her spines are up or I've got the wrong tool shed!<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-1716026118838065386?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-90410770565154251162011-02-25T16:12:00.000-08:002011-02-25T16:29:35.003-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUVJ1gyDidU/TWhGNnW0_9I/AAAAAAAABBw/q7vFmuXIYlI/s1600/MVC-030F.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577785338215333842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oUVJ1gyDidU/TWhGNnW0_9I/AAAAAAAABBw/q7vFmuXIYlI/s400/MVC-030F.JPG" /></a> Helloooooooooooo... Are you in there Mozes? I see the lights are on. Tea Rat and Rattus said they were going to come put lights in the shed... You said it was awful dark in there.. We thought this would speed things up a bit.. Somebody left the ladder out here! hmmmmmmm... Ok fess up. Who did that? I brought my tools, may I help you? What was that you were working on.... OH! That's right, a surprise! Can I still help?<br />Bebe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-9041077056515425116?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelsdoor * Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770992037653364805noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-22693063033580140372011-02-21T08:02:00.000-08:002011-02-21T08:02:35.079-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #660000;">Hazel has been so busy with keeping all of her street friends safe, and warm, she barely has time for herself. She often thinks of the place over the hill called Nowhere, and dreams that one day, she might even live there!</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #660000;">You know, Hazel is no fool, no, not even at the ripe old age of 9! She has seen many a down and dirty deal, and has been dealt a few of her own. She saw the little living doll, and thought to herself that perhaps she could help the doll be happier, or something, she couldn't quite put her finger on what exactly it was about that little Pippit, but something was missing, or something just wasn't quite right about her.</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #660000;">&nbsp;Hazel made herself a promise,&nbsp; The very next time she goes over that hill, she is going to find that little Pippit, and do something nice for her! Maybe one of the "treasures" Hazel has found out in the landfill would be nice...there's that old lipstick case she found, it's kinda pretty, way too girlie for Hazel anyway..no that's not quite right, or perhaps the coffee mug with the chipped handle, little Pippit could actually sit right in it she's so small...no that won't work either..hmmm </span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #660000;">Hazel would have to give this one some thought, after all, she didn't really know much about the living doll, but felt a strong connection for some odd reason. Still, Hazel thought none of them there, in that perfect little place could possibly understand about being an orphan, or living on the streets, or being cold and dirty. What was she thinking? She would never fit in there..oh dare to dream, dare to dream</span></em>...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9wrYrMQXiSw/TWKDfAUw4EI/AAAAAAAABvM/hOgj29_-mjU/s1600/hazel3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9wrYrMQXiSw/TWKDfAUw4EI/AAAAAAAABvM/hOgj29_-mjU/s320/hazel3.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-2269306303358014037?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Christel Hutsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10676037274916412592noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-58415014974869127392011-02-19T06:53:00.000-08:002011-02-19T07:24:57.889-08:00Pippit Priceless took out her journal and sat under the mushroom. For once in her life, she was feeling somewhat funny. It was a funny feeling but really not that funny. She felt shy. Pippit disliked feeling that way. She wanted to make friends with that Hazel girl but Hazel always looked the other way. Pippit began to write in <span style="color:#990000;">red...Little does Hazel know, I have much in common with her. I'm a bit of a missy fit too. Yes, I'm a living doll but nobody ever understood me in the dollhouse. I was adopted and some days it was such a flop. They always called me Mari but I wanted to be called Pippy. Then I arrived in Nowhere and I was named Pippit. I added the last name Priceless because I don't wanna, no I don't wanna be no missy fit anymore!!!</span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFKZAa85jSw/TV_bMtklElI/AAAAAAAAIqU/0YJSJG9LX7M/s1600/020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575415875145896530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TFKZAa85jSw/TV_bMtklElI/AAAAAAAAIqU/0YJSJG9LX7M/s400/020.JPG" border="0" /></a> Pippit reached in her mushroom pocket for her pictures of home. She had to admit, she felt a little homesick...but she also felt a little funny...not the right kind of funny where you laugh. This was a funny feeling creeping up...so she wrote in <span style="color:#003300;">green in her journal...I'm not so sure that I like that old stuffy dollhouse I lived in...perhaps Hazel would understand. </span><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6kmUnRYm-mw/TV_a1wrBRKI/AAAAAAAAIqM/TwfsgRogx40/s1600/107.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575415480841225378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6kmUnRYm-mw/TV_a1wrBRKI/AAAAAAAAIqM/TwfsgRogx40/s400/107.JPG" border="0" /></a> She looked at the picture of her make shift aunt and uncle who always sneered and snickered at her red and white stockings. She remembered the day Uncle Perfect stepped on her toe and did not even blurt out an apology...<span style="color:#990000;">this journal entry required the red pen...fire burned within...Hazel would understand.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWS5RQUFryY/TV_a1zGTJcI/AAAAAAAAIqE/90qJkWLX0_I/s1600/026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575415481492514242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BWS5RQUFryY/TV_a1zGTJcI/AAAAAAAAIqE/90qJkWLX0_I/s400/026.JPG" border="0" /></a> But then there was Auntie Precious...she was full of sweetness. The kind you find here in Nowhere. Pippit wrote in full living color...<span style="color:#330099;">You were always looking out for me, you were always on my side. You made me laugh and you always let me swing from the parlor chandelier...Auntie Precious was perfectly priceless to me. She gave me great courage to be who I am. Will Hazel understand?</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTLcUhsKSI4/TV_a1hKCUxI/AAAAAAAAIp8/D-2J68_TSWs/s1600/029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575415476676350738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTLcUhsKSI4/TV_a1hKCUxI/AAAAAAAAIp8/D-2J68_TSWs/s400/029.JPG" border="0" /></a> Pippit closed her journal and took a deep sigh. She had made her decision, she would try not to scare Hazel and she would try to be good even when she was tempted to be loud. That seemed to scare Hazel. Pippit reached for her trunk and decided to put on some slippers and walk softly around Hazel for a little while to see if Hazel would notice her.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-5841501497486912739?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-27225174005725655532011-02-13T03:56:00.000-08:002011-02-13T08:33:05.237-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_enAQDixBQ8/TVfIi3ayKBI/AAAAAAAAHGY/p-YdYfMT2rg/s1600/Foto1344.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_enAQDixBQ8/TVfIi3ayKBI/AAAAAAAAHGY/p-YdYfMT2rg/s320/Foto1344.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573143565211674642" /></a><br />Mozes is very busy in the tool shed....he has been busy for days now and I believe there is a surprise waiting for us....(look, he quickly is hiding what ever it is..!!)<br /><br />Its must be a very lovely surprise....and a very happy one because Mozes is singing..listen..<br /><br />-Pom pom-pom pompompom pom pom....<br /><br />What could this surprise be...be patient..Mozes said..in few days all be revealed!<br /><br />(p.s-I tried to make a surprise picture...but it was a bit dark in the tool shed...;)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-2722517400572565553?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Dutchessnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-16149163284655221552011-02-11T06:31:00.000-08:002011-02-11T06:35:50.848-08:00<strong>Gretta went to the courthouse and finally got what she wanted! She had to prove her points...all of them that TODAY is National Nowhere Love A HEDGEHOG Day! Only in Nowhere! It's official Feb. 11th, in preparation and practice for Valentines Day!</strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNfb7LhUIsQ/TVVIihm-tWI/AAAAAAAAIic/OA2LYXsoUvM/s1600/248345739_7ea30b7b32_m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572439871915472226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNfb7LhUIsQ/TVVIihm-tWI/AAAAAAAAIic/OA2LYXsoUvM/s400/248345739_7ea30b7b32_m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-1614916328465522155?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-31875989882046896322011-02-07T14:38:00.000-08:002011-02-07T14:38:51.814-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Little Hazel is not normally one for foo-foo, or fluffy, or mushy things, no, not her, she's a rough, and tumble kinda gal.&nbsp; "i'd never kiss a boy, nope, not me, why, I'd rather kiss a toad than a boy!" This is what all of her friends just know she would say if asked. ...but love in the air here in Nowhere, has melted cold Hazels lion heart, and she is just so curious about Greta and Raccoons new love. She is actually excited for them both, and secretly hoping she might one day find a true love of her own, just like Greta has! Then again she thinks to herself, "maybe it's something they put in the Valentines candy around here" no other place is quite so friendly, or quite so nice as Nowhere!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdeXLxc3ZCI/TVBypZTsLeI/AAAAAAAABtE/BZmnCSYZkoc/s1600/hazel4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdeXLxc3ZCI/TVBypZTsLeI/AAAAAAAABtE/BZmnCSYZkoc/s320/hazel4.jpg" width="240" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-3187598988204689632?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Christel Hutsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10676037274916412592noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-36379334892982278552011-02-06T16:43:00.000-08:002011-02-06T16:56:03.502-08:00Gretta sat down to make her valentine for Raccoon. After all, love was in the air in Nowhere. She could smell it! Pure simple love floating by on Cloud 9. Almost as sweet as blueberry pie, on second thought, love was sweeter. She had Bebe snap a picture of her and she cut and pasted her message to the little card. Dearest Rac...Why do I love you so much?<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TU9Bf3CICuI/AAAAAAAAId8/FIPjbyeHg0Q/s1600/018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570743279685208802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TU9Bf3CICuI/AAAAAAAAId8/FIPjbyeHg0Q/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /></a> Because you love me even when I'm prickly as can be! Kisses from Gretta...won't you be my valentine? xxxxxxx 000000<br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-3637933489298227855?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-31918193397123104512011-01-30T13:43:00.000-08:002011-01-30T14:40:46.780-08:00<div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;">Ladies and gentlemen, please, step aside, step aside! Tea Rat here with Bebe's NEW POOT POOT BF-3000 FLYING MACHINE!</div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;">Notice the sleek lines, the gorgeous color, and to top it off, it runs on BIO-FEUL, including algae, switch grass, sugar cane, corn, and wood chips! Must keep the air above Nowhere CLEAN, you know!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3uImBsq97A/TUXaH7ABQAI/AAAAAAAAGBs/3iv7qp3Dsg8/s1600/Pootpoot3000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3uImBsq97A/TUXaH7ABQAI/AAAAAAAAGBs/3iv7qp3Dsg8/s640/Pootpoot3000.jpg" width="506" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;">And Bebe dearest, IT'S ON ME! FREE! ZIP! NADA! It's ALL YOURS and Mozes, go ahead and tinker around in the work shop and fix the old Poot Poot 'cause we can use it for training burgeoning pilots!!!</div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;">LET US ALL CELEBRATE and the proceeds from the SUCCESSFUL PIE SALE can go to your favorite charity if you wish sweet Bebe!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace;">OFF WE GOOOOOOO! </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-3191819339712310451?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-70592075309723972032011-01-29T09:25:00.000-08:002011-01-29T09:35:29.496-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jf6ZsGS_M74/TUROA328MXI/AAAAAAAAA84/E30cZY4zemk/s1600/Fundraiser%2Bfor%2BPoot%2BPoot.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567660816238129522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jf6ZsGS_M74/TUROA328MXI/AAAAAAAAA84/E30cZY4zemk/s400/Fundraiser%2Bfor%2BPoot%2BPoot.JPG" /></a> Pies's for sale, pies for sale! Tea Rat says I need 29.00 in order to pay for my new Poot Poot. We ALL want to get back up in the sky but my poot poot is pooped.. Bebe would love to take Miss Moussie for a ride around the Hilltop, so come on over and get your pie!! First one in line will get a FREE blueberry pie... Hope to see you soon<br />Bebe<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-7059207530972397203?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelsdoor * Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770992037653364805noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-72076642088456717502011-01-27T06:58:00.000-08:002011-01-27T07:10:10.251-08:00<span style="color:#003300;">Pippit Priceless was full of play...Friday was on it's way! It's time to hang loose! She found an old copy of Mr. Webster's famous dictionary. Those humans live by it. She turned the pages, snapping her fingers and she found it...the word "LOOSE" which Mr. Webster describes it's definition: </span><span style="color:#000000;">Not confined or restrained, free, not firmly fastened (Pippit adjusted her cap), not tight or compacted or precise. (Pippit pulled up her socks) To set FREE, unbind, make less tight, to relax and release, on the loose FREE! </span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TUGI6w1-P5I/AAAAAAAAISY/p1-a0l1IHkg/s1600/015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566881157531713426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TUGI6w1-P5I/AAAAAAAAISY/p1-a0l1IHkg/s400/015.JPG" border="0" /></a>That's me! Free to be me, free to be you...in the merry land of Nowhere...we are FREE!<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-7207664208845671750?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-67434702987022068522011-01-25T08:53:00.000-08:002011-01-25T08:53:01.226-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">Once again ,we&nbsp; have a chance encounter with little Hazel. It was a blustery morning, not really one for flying, but Hazel saw what she thought was a plane way up in the sky, and a ....Bunny? and a Mouse? piloting the plane? oh surely, her eyes must be playing tricks on her! </span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdeXLxc3ZCI/TT7-K_IJuGI/AAAAAAAABrk/diF6wPQPAyc/s1600/poot+poot.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdeXLxc3ZCI/TT7-K_IJuGI/AAAAAAAABrk/diF6wPQPAyc/s320/poot+poot.JPG" width="272" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">She was just topping over the hill, there beside the landfill, when she noticed it, and it seemed to be landing in the forest, there behind the trees, where she had never gone. Curiosity&nbsp; wins out, and Hazel has decided to venture into the tall trees, and take a peek! Well, let me tell you, it was simply amazing! No more smelly landfill, no more hustling, and bustling busy streets, no, this was magical, and wonderful. Just like places she has only heard of from fairy tale books! Birds singing, flowers in bloom, the sweet smells coming from the place..oh my she thought, "this must be the secret garden she read about with Sister Mary Hazel!" And there was the tiny plane!&nbsp; But no&nbsp; Bunny, nor a mouse. </span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;"><strong><em>Well, now this was interesting! Something quite new for Hazel! She wanted so badly to stay, but knew the other children were waiting for her to return from the trees, see they were too frieghtened to go beyond</em></strong></span> </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">the border of the hill, but not Hazel...this is why she was thier leader!</span></em></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdeXLxc3ZCI/TT7-qBw1IhI/AAAAAAAABro/qCfvveKs4HI/s1600/H1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdeXLxc3ZCI/TT7-qBw1IhI/AAAAAAAABro/qCfvveKs4HI/s320/H1.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>wonderful Bebe and TJ illustration courtesy Penny<br />Hazel created by Christel</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-6743470298702206852?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Christel Hutsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10676037274916412592noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-40002880857610541352011-01-20T19:36:00.000-08:002011-01-20T19:46:38.939-08:00Every night as the moon comes up over the tree tops Gretta gets cozy and says her prayers. With all four paws in the air she prays hard...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TTj_gAveqUI/AAAAAAAAIJI/lqbZaxuApHc/s1600/Gretta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564478265036286274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TTj_gAveqUI/AAAAAAAAIJI/lqbZaxuApHc/s400/Gretta.jpg" border="0" /></a> Dearest God, how long is it going to take before I can tell my secret? Rac always tells me I must remain hush hush...but I love him sooooooo much! I love his tail and the way his eyes look deep into mine...His paws never pay mind to my spines...he says he loves me. Once he called me his little root beer barrel. When I ate too many blueberries he sat with me and watched the poot poot fly through the air with the greatest of ease...that was the first time he gave me a smooch, blueberry kisses he called it. I remember the time he opened that old pizza box and ripped it to shreds and shared it with me behind that old garbage can...he's so romantic! So God, could I spill the beans yet? I feel like I'm going to burst. This is the hardest thing I've ever done...to be so good. Amen.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-4000288085761054135?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-46608414818620916952011-01-20T11:46:00.000-08:002011-01-20T11:47:41.913-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7mhFjRr-Ago/TTiRJGeh_EI/AAAAAAAAELY/BXbn59zPMt0/s1600/gretta%2BRaccon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564356925159767106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7mhFjRr-Ago/TTiRJGeh_EI/AAAAAAAAELY/BXbn59zPMt0/s400/gretta%2BRaccon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> shhhhhhhhhhh....Gretta and Mr. Raccoon have been in love for a long long time.....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-4660841481862091695?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Patricia Cabreranoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-4786853038783798232011-01-19T09:50:00.000-08:002011-01-19T09:50:21.054-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdeXLxc3ZCI/TTcgLxwF8VI/AAAAAAAABq0/3KbNTfz65io/s1600/H2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AdeXLxc3ZCI/TTcgLxwF8VI/AAAAAAAABq0/3KbNTfz65io/s320/H2.jpg" width="240" /></a>One might think with just a mere glance that this is a timid, sweet little girl, and you know what, you'd be right! After meeting her you would add many many more colorful descriptions to that list!&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp; You see, Hazel is an orphan, and actually lives under the 9th street bridge, there with her few friends. They all call her Hazel the lionhearted. She was given this nickname when she was just a wee toddler, living in the orphanage with the nuns. Born to a very young mother, she was given up at birth because she was born with a heart defect, and her young mother knew she could not care for the sickly child. The Nuns gladly took her in, and named her Hazel, after Sister Mary Hazel. The lionheart nickname came about from a tall tale one of the nuns told little Hazel about her heart. Now one might think, "oh surely a nun would never tell a tale,&nbsp;or untruth!" but in fact, that is exactly what happened. Hazel was given a heart transplant at just three years old, and had many questions about the huge scar that graced her tiny torso. So the story was told that she in fact would grow up to be a leader, a fierce, brave young woman who would do great things, because she was given the heart of a lion cub! Hazel has always known this was in fact, the truth..just look at her hair! How else could a human girl aquire such unruly hair, that is just like a lions mane? It was beacuse she had the heart of a lion! After a few short years,at only the young age of eight,&nbsp;Hazel decided that she should in fact be a leader, one of her own destiny, and she ran away from the orphanage, to help her friends who were homeless, and lived under the 9th street bridge, just a stones throw from the border of Nowhere, but until now, a complete world away. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-478685303878379823?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Christel Hutsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10676037274916412592noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-81456581518336247042011-01-19T09:26:00.000-08:002011-01-19T09:26:05.545-08:00<em><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">Just beyond the border of Nowhere, tucked behind the beautiful big hill, lies a not so beautiful place. Most refer to it as the grimy city streets. Often cold, and dirty, and always so busy, with people running here and there, and cars and trucks scattering about. At any given time, day or night, you can find vendors, selling just about anything you can imagine,&nbsp;and dirty little children&nbsp;, seemingly at every corner you turn! It is a bustling mecca, but also can be a mean and rough place. As long as you know where to go, and where NOT to go, it can even be fun, and exciting!</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia;">Today, Tea Rat himself has decided to venture beyond the beautiful borders of Nowhere, and go into the city for his favorite cheeses! Over the big hill, and past the landfill he sees the familar smoke stacks clouding the sky.&nbsp; He knows this is where he will find the object of his desire, over there, beside the 9th street bridge! Not to worry, TeaRat knows a thing or two about making his way through those mean old streets. Yes, he has done it many times. Often crossing paths with a few undesireables along the way, but he minds his buisness, and keeps to his task at hand.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">While strolling along, searching for the cheese vendors yellow wagon, TeaRat sees something he wishes he had not. There, under the produce vendors cart, hidden behind a box of lettuce is a wee girl. He looks once, then twice, and thinks to himself "I did not just see that child stealing fruits and vegetables did I?" Just then, an apple rolls out of her backpack, that is filled to the brim with her loot! TeaRat- "you there, Stop I say! Stop!!"</span></em><br /><em><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia;">And just like that, she was gone in a flash, her loot spilling out as she ran away!</span></em><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdeXLxc3ZCI/TTcc1wWUlFI/AAAAAAAABqs/ZR8w8T5-GOk/s1600/hazel+of+Nowhere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" closure_uid_mjatvk="139" height="290" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AdeXLxc3ZCI/TTcc1wWUlFI/AAAAAAAABqs/ZR8w8T5-GOk/s400/hazel+of+Nowhere.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif;">This is where we first meet a little street urchin named Hazel, She is a ragged, tattered messy haired girl. 9th street is where she calls home,&nbsp;She is one of those dirty little children, who knows her way in and out of just about every nook and crany these streets offer. Oh yes, she's a tough little cookie, but also a girl with many surprises!</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-8145658151833624704?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Christel Hutsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10676037274916412592noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-71891428433936125992011-01-18T08:50:00.000-08:002011-01-18T08:56:22.546-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjm-HT5sKG4/TTXFmZMW1jI/AAAAAAAAAss/1S0PdkE2iW0/s1600/WHOAH.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vjm-HT5sKG4/TTXFmZMW1jI/AAAAAAAAAss/1S0PdkE2iW0/s400/WHOAH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563570178074531378" border="0" /></a><br />Tea Rat: Rattus, are you going to ground all pootpoot pilots until they all get recertified?<br /><br />Rattus: No. I don't think it was Bebe or TJ's fault. I think it was a faulty fripp valve that caused faulty readings on the framastat.<br /><br />Tea Rat: Humm! A faulty fripped framastat. Frightening.<br /><br />Rattus: Games already? At 7 in the morning? OK. Yes, it was Foul and fagitious, to be sure.<br /><br />Tea Rat: Finished fact-finding? I'm food famished.<br /><br />Rattus: OK stop. It's no longer Funny.<br /><br />Tea: Look there's a bunny.<br /><br />Rattus: Cut it out. I mean it.<br /><br />Tea: Anybody want a peanut?<br /><br />Rattus: Sweet Saint Rodentia.<br /><br />Tea: Look there's a bunny.<br /><br />Rattus: That doesn't even rhyme. OK, I'm done.<br /><br />Tea: Look there's a bunny.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-7189142843393612599?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ruben Riverahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03504345408685635451noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-78471151115140880992011-01-16T07:40:00.000-08:002011-01-17T12:15:08.631-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jf6ZsGS_M74/TTMSUCxND0I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/XwQYpBRG0y8/s1600/poot%2Bpoot.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562810100282625858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jf6ZsGS_M74/TTMSUCxND0I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/XwQYpBRG0y8/s400/poot%2Bpoot.JPG" /></a> Bebe to ground.. Bebe to ground.... Flying overhead with T.J. Merryweather.... In search of the Piffit, or is it the wiffit? and a Hazel? I know they are down there.. I am flying over the rainbow so they must be down there. Bebe to ground... over<br /><div></div><br /><br />In the meantime on the ground....Mozes turned white out of fright....and he didn't dare to look...<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJsW-UnelIY/TTSjF_Xh1nI/AAAAAAAAG8E/l9PtJTHipGM/s1600/article-1339134-0C814192000005DC-422_634x513.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cJsW-UnelIY/TTSjF_Xh1nI/AAAAAAAAG8E/l9PtJTHipGM/s320/article-1339134-0C814192000005DC-422_634x513.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563250763014198898" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-7847115111514088099?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Angelsdoor * Pennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14770992037653364805noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-83313971004816195582011-01-13T08:24:00.000-08:002011-01-13T08:43:02.526-08:00<span style="color:#000066;">Gretta was not the only one who wanted to interview Pippit Priceless. A gnome from Gnomewhere showed up with 150 questions and Pippit kept trying to give him a kiss. She had that old gnome weaved in her love triangle.</span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TS8n3Wc_ViI/AAAAAAAAICg/_bSR2YX3Kmk/s1600/010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561707896699311650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TS8n3Wc_ViI/AAAAAAAAICg/_bSR2YX3Kmk/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#006600;">He asked her three questions of which she would only answer two...1. Where in the world did you come from? 2. Can I borrow your cap? 3. If you are not human, what are you?</span><br /><p><span style="color:#660000;">I came from Mrs. McGnaw's dollhouse. I only lived there one year and she kicked me out because I dusted her chimney! She said "nuff is nuff" bye bye now! I ended up in the glen out in Black Licorice Forest, searching for a large toadstool to call home. I had plans to rough it in the glen for the time being. I stole a backpack from Victoria the doll who was a snob...and Mrs. McGnaw threw me in jail! Now, Mr. Gnome, what was your other question...oh yeah...yes, you can borrow my cap for two days if I can have yours for one week! And your last question...you can figure that out yourself... I came from the DOLLHOUSE!</span></p><p><span style="color:#006600;">Ummm..what are you then, a living doll?</span></p><p><span style="color:#660000;">Oh you handsome gnome you...give me a kiss! Yes, I'm Pippit Priceless, a living doll!</span></p><p><span style="color:#006600;"></span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-8331397100481619558?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-22084717635705128082011-01-10T07:16:00.000-08:002011-01-10T07:47:14.198-08:00<span style="color:#660000;">The road to Nowhere leads almost anywhere. The "It" had certainly caused a stir in Nowhere. Question were flying from every corner of the globe. So far, the "It" had only made a slight moan and a little peep. Mozes had finally calmed Raccoon down but he was still very cautious. The rats were arguing it out who, what, when and where did "It" come from! </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Gretta decided she might just have a chat with the "It" and see what might come of it. An interview was in order! Oddly the "It" brought a mushroom with her. Gretta cleared her throat...HELLO It, oh excuse me, is your name It? </span><span style="color:#006600;">The reply finally came...I live my life in full living color and the fact you all call me "It" is quite a fancy name. I think I will change my name! My name was Pippy...however, because you and that great big hunk of a bear saved me, I shall be called Pippit!</span><span style="color:#660000;"> Well, do you have a last name and are you a human? </span><span style="color:#006600;">Heavens no, I am not a human. They are full of problems and pains and worries. I am full of joy but my mother always said I was full of beans. I think that is another word for mischief and yes...I have a last name! My full name is: Pippit Priceless!</span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSsjne3LN3I/AAAAAAAAH-w/o9IH2HlUHm0/s1600/013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560577326125365106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSsjne3LN3I/AAAAAAAAH-w/o9IH2HlUHm0/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#660000;">Oh! That's a splendid name! What are you doing? </span><span style="color:#006600;">You've asked me enough questions for now little hedgehog. Let's not be so serious...lets PLAY...I'll grab this left over Christmas wreath and you grab that string of pearls and lets hula and hang from the ledge!</span><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSsjYK9iS3I/AAAAAAAAH-o/zwpP3DoDKbk/s1600/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560577063085296498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSsjYK9iS3I/AAAAAAAAH-o/zwpP3DoDKbk/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSsjX-pvEUI/AAAAAAAAH-g/3lwSKNH559g/s1600/012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560577059781022018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSsjX-pvEUI/AAAAAAAAH-g/3lwSKNH559g/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#000000;">And so it goes in Nowhere...Pippit Priceless had arrived for a day or an hour or a lifetime. Nobody knew for sure but all knew one thing that they were in for some play! Would Rattus take off his coat and get jiggy wiggy? Tea Rat may need his tea spiked a bit to loosen up. Raccoon may be hopeless but maybe not...and look over there...Mozes was doing the hula already!</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSsjXuy9RCI/AAAAAAAAH-Y/ozmtnQr3o6M/s1600/010.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-2208471763570512808?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-10078578108246707592011-01-09T08:23:00.000-08:002011-01-09T08:30:45.181-08:00Raccoon's pizza box flew through the air and almost hit Rattus on the noggin'. He was on the run, up the tree with his black and white ringed tail ready for battle...claws were out...little black beads of eyes peered through the glen...what is it?<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSnhQJR7uGI/AAAAAAAAH9I/KA_pZT6E6cw/s1600/raccoon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560222882450880610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSnhQJR7uGI/AAAAAAAAH9I/KA_pZT6E6cw/s400/raccoon.jpg" border="0" /></a> I think "It" is human. Mozes seemed to think so but the "It" did not say a peep as she yawned...Mozes didn't seem to be bothered at all by the "It" and Gretta was as curious as can be. She felt so proud SHE rescued the "It"...Mozes let her take all the credit as he always did. Big hearted bear that he is...<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-1007857810824670759?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-76871307888699420392011-01-08T10:59:00.000-08:002011-01-09T05:28:26.229-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJsW-UnelIY/TSi1cqTfffI/AAAAAAAAG4o/luK0Xw6ioMc/s1600/Foto1281.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cJsW-UnelIY/TSi1cqTfffI/AAAAAAAAG4o/luK0Xw6ioMc/s320/Foto1281.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559893243985886706" /></a><br />-IS IT..is it...is it....?<br />-Let me check....its....ITS ALIVE..!<br />-Now for the next step.....<br />-YES...To find out what It is...Does anybody know....?<br /><br />..Then..IT made a sound....<br />It said....PEEP..!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-7687130788869942039?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Dutchessnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-67750651094305912622011-01-07T11:28:00.000-08:002011-01-07T11:42:47.765-08:00Where is everyone when I need them?.Never in Nowhere has there been such a tragedy!!! Gretta needs a telephone, send up a flair, where is a red hanky when I need one...help! Help!!!<br /><br />As the story goes...Gretta was out hunting for mushrooms. Mozes had told her not to go into the Black Licorice Forest and that darn Gretta was tempted...she thought she heard a cry beyond the hedge...First she saw the tiny felt boots, then the log...and then the cap...<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSdp_TF9GoI/AAAAAAAAH7A/W-BHlDcBwnM/s1600/064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559528801190091394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSdp_TF9GoI/AAAAAAAAH7A/W-BHlDcBwnM/s400/064.JPG" border="0" /></a> Who is it? What is it? When is it going to say something? Why is it here and what happened to IT? Gretta spines began to shiver...what could the matter be? Was this some sort of hanky-panky?<br /><br />Gretta soon came to the conclusion she needed to be as brave as she could be. The rats were out to lunch or down at the pub or somewhere, Mozes was diggin' in his honey pot and Miss Moussie was taking a major nap...Raccoon's cheeks were so stuffed with pizza he was useless at the moment...Bebe..I think I heard she had the sniffles...<br /><br />Gretta heard the "it" let out a moan...<br /><br />What is a hedgehog to do???<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-6775065109430591262?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-48105629601207368992011-01-02T08:24:00.000-08:002011-01-02T08:39:28.445-08:00Rac and his buddies could smell a pizza anywhere! It's time to chomp in the New Year to Nowhere! Treats for all!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSCn4FTdnxI/AAAAAAAAH2Q/dkHU_BxobWM/s1600/nowhere%2Braccoon.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557626522113515282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSCn4FTdnxI/AAAAAAAAH2Q/dkHU_BxobWM/s400/nowhere%2Braccoon.bmp" border="0" /></a> Gretta fell in the cookie jar, just leave her be...she may not climb out until February...one cookie at a time...<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSCn3-6T0oI/AAAAAAAAH2I/RihOOCk9ssk/s1600/009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557626520397402754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSCn3-6T0oI/AAAAAAAAH2I/RihOOCk9ssk/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /></a>Bebe arrives with goodness for Paisley Bunny...Bebe would rather dine on cheese and wine with Rattus at nine!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSCn3U0PsZI/AAAAAAAAH2A/6F9w-GXISG0/s1600/008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557626509097677202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSCn3U0PsZI/AAAAAAAAH2A/6F9w-GXISG0/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /></a> Miss M...does it again. Tea and Apple Strudel. She must take some back for the Dutchess and Sir Hog and friends...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSCn23S6r8I/AAAAAAAAH14/hwe6n8FU-IA/s1600/003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557626501173260226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSCn23S6r8I/AAAAAAAAH14/hwe6n8FU-IA/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /></a> Tea Rat....one bite at a time! We know you love a good time but easy on your dentures! <br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSCn2aGdrTI/AAAAAAAAH1w/ia-BEkASbRM/s1600/Tea%2Band%2Bhis%2BCarrot.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557626493336399154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y1KW3NKdmBk/TSCn2aGdrTI/AAAAAAAAH1w/ia-BEkASbRM/s400/Tea%2Band%2Bhis%2BCarrot.bmp" border="0" /></a> Cheers to a Chomping good new year!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-4810562960120736899?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jacquelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04942436730835255946noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-83556112550510900542010-12-31T16:00:00.000-08:002010-12-31T16:00:33.263-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3uImBsq97A/TR5tj9VXVjI/AAAAAAAAF4w/ruVrgbnznnk/s1600/bug-sleeping.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="502" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3uImBsq97A/TR5tj9VXVjI/AAAAAAAAF4w/ruVrgbnznnk/s640/bug-sleeping.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tea Rat wants to wish you all a safe and cozy new years</span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">and Rattus</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3uImBsq97A/TR5uXynHBII/AAAAAAAAF40/Ch8eKgP5Dwk/s1600/bug-posing-with-teddy-bear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="412" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3uImBsq97A/TR5uXynHBII/AAAAAAAAF40/Ch8eKgP5Dwk/s640/bug-posing-with-teddy-bear.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">wants to show you his new teddy bear!</span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: &quot;Courier New&quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Have a safe and warm 2011 everyone!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-8355611255051090054?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729537447924511802.post-4276391915707416112010-12-27T16:10:00.000-08:002010-12-28T06:42:47.277-08:00LISTEN TO THE MUSIC...<br /><br />Now that we have sucked the marrow out of life and celebration<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3uImBsq97A/TRkpCeJzA-I/AAAAAAAAF1c/5x6hOFgLT5c/s1600/ramblecandy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="272" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3uImBsq97A/TRkpCeJzA-I/AAAAAAAAF1c/5x6hOFgLT5c/s400/ramblecandy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />let's just have another round of cheer and strike up the band!<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3uImBsq97A/TRkpXGUEZQI/AAAAAAAAF1k/exryKkZTEeo/s1600/swns-rats1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="284" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I3uImBsq97A/TRkpXGUEZQI/AAAAAAAAF1k/exryKkZTEeo/s400/swns-rats1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Let's usher in the new year<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3uImBsq97A/TRkpnEKaASI/AAAAAAAAF1s/_zERfSIEwEY/s1600/Pram_1448634i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3uImBsq97A/TRkpnEKaASI/AAAAAAAAF1s/_zERfSIEwEY/s400/Pram_1448634i.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />and PARTY DOWN! Or up, rather....<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3uImBsq97A/TRkruTnZYPI/AAAAAAAAF2U/s2LgSoEcRkk/s1600/1674540-rat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I3uImBsq97A/TRkruTnZYPI/AAAAAAAAF2U/s2LgSoEcRkk/s400/1674540-rat.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Come on now Gretta, I know you have it in you girl....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3uImBsq97A/TRkqMcfWZnI/AAAAAAAAF18/-XRF1i8OUGY/s1600/easter_hedge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="312" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I3uImBsq97A/TRkqMcfWZnI/AAAAAAAAF18/-XRF1i8OUGY/s400/easter_hedge.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br />I will even attempt to play the piano...anyone in the mood?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3uImBsq97A/TRkqxmrjXEI/AAAAAAAAF2E/kWxW2OXznuU/s1600/NinevehPianoPlay_2008-04-25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="287" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I3uImBsq97A/TRkqxmrjXEI/AAAAAAAAF2E/kWxW2OXznuU/s400/NinevehPianoPlay_2008-04-25.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Can you all tell I am bored and miss you all?<br /><br />Happy New Years my dear friends; it was a wonderful year. Anita<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729537447924511802-427639191570741611?l=linktonowhereland.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Castles Crowns and Cottageshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780241008313365707noreply@blogger.com13