Absolute Frags

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Welcome to Keepie's world of Absolute Frags.

For those of you who wonder, and even for those who don't, "Keepie" was what my cousin Lynn called me when we were very young children and he couldn't pronounce my real name.  As I've gotten older I have embraced the Keepie in me and love to use it from time to time.

Now back to our frags.

Notice I did NOT say absolute truth.  My frags are the truth as perceived by moi, and that's all I will say to verify their authenticity.

If you have never heard of a "frag" before (someone told me that last week) it is short for a fragment, and in THIS scenario a fragment represents  bits and pieces of the week which may or may not be worthy of a post all their own.  Should you have some loose fragments, absolute or otherwise, that you would wish to lasso, tie down, and report please hurry over to Mrs. 4444's place and join the party.  You will find several links to do so at the end of this post.

And now, without further ado or introduction I give you my Absolute Frags of this week:
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Here lies dear Lappy, all dead, forlorn, and alone.  

Lappy, you are NOT forgotten.  My love for you is as strong as ever, I only wish you would rise from the ashes like a Phoenix and restore yourself unto me.

Sigh.
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This impostor - Mr. Mac - has taken your place on my desktop.  

He is not kind.  He is not considerate.  He is not helpful to me in my blogging quest.

Why today, just to make this fraggy post, I have been FORCED to e-mail myself photos from my tablet, or download them from the big wide internet.  That is the ONLY way I have been able to "trick" Mr. Mac into supplying photos for my blogging penchant.

He won't edit said photos for me either, so I am forced to present them to my bloggy "fans" in a less than stellar form.

Deep sigh.


He isn't as handsome as you either Lappy - - - being a dull silver and not your luscious candy-apple Bucky Badger Red.
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I did attempt to "snazz" him up a bit with some Badger Bling - - - but he is still woefully short of your gorgeous standard.

Several Very Deep Sighs.
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Next weekend Fisherhubby and I will be going to Hayward in the Wisconsin Northwoods to stand on Main Street and ring cow bells as the Birkebeiner racers cross the finish line.

The Birkebeiner, known to one and all as the Birkie, is a 30+ mile cross country sky race named after historic Norwegian Soldiers who rescued the infant king by skiing him away from his would be assassigns.   They were called Birkebeiners because of the birch bark leggings they wore.
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The American Birkebeiner (there is a Norwegian one too I believe) begins in Cable and ends up on Main Street of Hayward.  Last year there were 9,000 participants, causing more than 40,000 people to descend upon the little village of Hayward, population 2,600.

It is one awesome event to observe.

Fisherhubby wants to participate as a racer next year.  The farthest he's ever gone at one time on his cross country skis is about 2 miles.

He's lost his mind.
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I know some of you are just "hanging on" waiting to hear a February snow update from moi.

After several snowfalls of three or more inches, followed by some rain then sunshine and meltage, followed by still more snow - - - THIS is the state of snowy affairs 'round here.
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This is all good because it keeps our soil from freezing soooo deeply AND ensures we WILL have a spring time release of all that stored moisture - - - which is a VERY good thing for these "here" parts.
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Our mail boxes are only visible 'cause Fisherhubby makes sure their little faces are still peeping out when he snow blows the driveway.

As you know, all this snow cover makes me a very happy girl.  THIS is what winter is SUPPOSED to be, don't'cha know?
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Sad Savannah Ellie.  His tusk broke off again this week.  He is not yet "African Elephant Down," because he is waiting for me to put him in hospital and repair his tusk.

Poor baby.
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Having been married for more than 37 years, Fisherhubby and I do not always "do anything" special for Valentine's day.

This year, I thought it would be fun to do a little something-something for him, but also knew he would not take it very kindly if he didn't know ahead of time to do something for me too.

So, I got the little something-something and put it in this bag which I set right out in the open in the dining room hoping it would give him a hint.
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He got the hint admirably and picked up these delectable treats for me - - - which he presented to me in a Santa-tine bag.

And a fun time was had by all two of us.
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Speaking of Fisherhubby, this is how he spends his time when he isn't all "cleaned up and professional" for the ER OR out on the ice fishing.

Notice, besides having the remote control at his elbow, he is dressed in his camo so he'll be ready to blend into nature at a moment's notice.

He is NOTHING if not prepared.
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For those of you who have been encouraging me to give Mr. Mac try after try, I just want you to know I HAVE done so.

However, the above picture is when I will actually LOVE Mr. Mac.

In the meantime - - - I plan to get a new Lappy next weekend on our way to the Brikie when we spend a couple of nights in Eau Claire where there is a Be_ _ B_ _ which will hopefully be chock full of bright, shiny, candy-apple-Badger red lappies from which to choose.
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That's it for today folks.

That's all the absolute frags I've got.

Please hurry over to Mrs. 4444's place

Where you will see frags from other people 

AND where you can "frag-up" yourself

Should you so choose.

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Photo credits:

Historic Birkie - bergans-shop-rosenheim.de
Hayward Birkie fishish - travelwisconsin.com
Hell freezing over - ironline.com
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