Last month, I wrote an article about our local Amur tigers and how they have been selected to be a part of a breeding program to help with their survival. It was also International Tiger Day.
Nika strolls through the special enrichment she received as part of the 2015 International Tiger Day celebrations at the Riverside Discovery Center in Scottsbluff.
Lana takes a break from her enrichment during the celebratoin of International Tiger Day at the Riverside Discovery Center in Scottsbluff.
I could sleep all day
every day
lie down on the couch
in a fetal position
ignoring the world
I could waste away
And I could lie, tell you I’m fine
and I do, most days
because you can’t begin to understand
the battle in my brain
the rage within
the despair around
And you can’t understand anything
to be alone
to be in a crowd alone
to be me
just to be
it’s anything but
what you’d expect
And I could sleep the day away
every day
waste away in my mind
watch the paint dry
the grass grow
the blinking lights of a picture show
and sleep the day away
When I was a child, my mother always tried to ensure we had healthy foods to eat. Breakfast usually consisted of oatmeal or cereals, such as Cheerios, Grape Nuts, Raisin Bran and the like. Every now and then, Mom had a coupon for sugary cereals that we could have as a treat. My sister, Lori, and I could only eat those once the opened box of more healthy cereal was empty.
The following is a list of most of the movies I saw in 2014. I don’t do movie reviews well. Don’t expect much and you won’t be disappointed.
What’s not to like about Godzilla? I liked it. Then again, I like watching giant creatures destroy the world. I don’t need convoluted plot lines for that.
One day last week, I replied to a question at work and said a coworker had gone to get some coffee. Another coworker chuckled and asked me, “Did you just say ‘caw-fee’”? I did. Having spent roughly half my life in New York and the other half living in other states, I’ve lost most of what would be considered a New York accent. It usually only slips out when I’m angry. It’s rarely heard by anyone these days, but I suppose, to some extent, it will always be there.
Though I no longer live in New York, there are still several things anger me when people get them incorrect. It’s similar to what people from the South have to endure when it’s assumed they’re all related and married to their sisters or Nebraskans are all redneck cowboys chewing tobacco and worship the Huskers.
About 1.5 miles east of Highway 71 is the Belmont Tunnel, Nebraska’s only rail tunnel.
Reports on the Internet said the dirt road leading to the tunnel is rough. Clearly an understatement. My Chevy Aveo fishtailed whenever the speedometer was higher than 35 mph. As I slowly drove along South Belmont Road, it curved north, followed by a right-hand turn east onto East Belmont Road.
Drive over the railroad tracks and hike along the path on the east side. Most tips on the Internet tell you to walk along the fence that protects someone’s property, but why? You only get to look down at the tunnel. I was here to walk through it.
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