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Google Voicemail Text Message Funny

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Sat, 28 May 2011 01:20:00 +0000

I have a Google voice mail number. Sometimes, it has a bit of a problem interpreting the speaker. Here is a message from tonight, regarding a piece of land we looked at a couple of weeks ago.

Hello, My name is Matt, unit from Hillsborough Wisconsin, and I have a piece of land that I think. You When your husband might have been two of your few weeks ago, down a little burned called what's align, Mom incorporated her unincorporated of course, my, fired. Man it was all there any city and run into any give me a card. This is Aspen dance Alpacas on it. If you would. Do showing interest in that piece of land that you were at maybe give me a call at (number removed for privacy). Again, my name is Matt teaneck, and I'm from down here to Hillsborough Wisconsin land that you're looked at was buck 96 acres. With An Old Town Road, that in town wrote down into the bottom of it. It's Friday evening about 20 minutes to 8 So thank you much. Bye, c.

Cutest piglet EVER

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Fri, 22 Apr 2011 14:42:00 +0000

photo by Whisker Snaps Photo on Flikr

Just try not to crack a smile!

Cheep Tricks

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Wed, 06 Apr 2011 14:01:00 +0000

I woke up in the night last night to a loud peeping so I went upstairs to investigate. I was afraid the door to the bedroom had opened and the cats were terrorizing the chicks or something. When I arrived, not a “peep” could be heard. Don’t know who the culprit was. I suspect they were daring each other to see who could get me to come upstairs in the middle of the night.

Friday Funny

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Fri, 01 Apr 2011 15:39:00 +0000

Yesterday I decided to take the lining out of this basket. It was old and stained and torn. Zoey decided I needed help with this task. So she crawled into the basket, sat on the lining I was trying to remove, bit the scissors and nommed the leather handle ends.

She's nothing if not helpful, that little nommer!

Happy Friday!

Talking Donkeys

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Sun, 27 Mar 2011 17:24:00 +0000

Hubby:

"I bought a talking donkey the other day. He told me he'd been to college and even earned a PhD.

I guess he's just a smart-a** now."

Friday Fun

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Fri, 25 Mar 2011 19:00:00 +0000

Stumbled on this Etsy shop called Seventy Two Stitches today. Isn't it adorable? I've never seen so many cute crocheted animals before.

Do you think she could make me an alpaca?

Am I too old for stuffed animals?

Hello??

Floppy Disk

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Mon, 14 Mar 2011 17:39:00 +0000

C-baby is doing some scanning of archived paperwork for us to generate some extra cash. Today she's weeding through our old duplex paperwork and came across a 5 1/4" floppy disk labeled "Rental Application & Lease."

She picked it up with a puzzled look in her eye, put the corner in her mouth as if to take a bite out of it, flipped it over a couple of times, then looked at me and said, 'What is this?'

She's nearly 21 now.

Boy do I feel old.

Kindness - pass it on!

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Mon, 14 Mar 2011 14:59:00 +0000

So my wonderful husband has joined Daymaker Movement, an organization devoted to making peoples' (and your own) life better by doing random acts of kindness.

For example, the other day he went into pick up a pizza for himself, noted the name on one of the other boxes, and said he also wanted to pay for such & such's pizza at the same time - since she was a friend of his (she was not. Or at least, I don't think she was...).

So just now I get an e-mail from him:

Papa Bear: I was just thinking about how much I love you and appreciate your influence in my life. And I wanted to let you know that's what I was thinking about.

Have a wonderful day.
Hubby

Kindness is contagious. Let's start an epidemic.

Me: I think your computer has a virus.

PB: Ha, your face has a virus. Yeah, it's called the luv-bug. :O) LUV U, K

Me: ROFLMAO

Biggest poo pile ever

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Mon, 29 Nov 2010 23:08:00 +0000

This weekend I noticed Honeywiese climbing up on the horse manure pile. I wondered what he was doing, as I had never seen him go up there before. Then he lifted his tail and started going potty. Apparently he now figures the entire manure pile is one of his dung piles.

Good boy!

My Wine

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Mon, 08 Nov 2010 18:50:00 +0000

I have finally found the perfect wine.

Thanksgiving dinner will never be the same.

Assumptions

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Thu, 23 Sep 2010 22:56:00 +0000

I've discovered it at last - the place where all assumptions come from...

and where they go to die.

Eating the State Fair

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Wed, 15 Sep 2010 02:39:00 +0000

How To Eat Your Way Across The MN State Fair in 12 Queasy Steps

I’m not entirely proud to admit it, but Pappa Bear and I ate our way across the MN State Fair recently. Nine straight hours of walking and eating.

Let me preface this little adventure by explaining to you the foods I no longer eat, on any kind of regular basis:
• Processed carbs (white sugar, white flour, white rice)
• Fake foods (you know, anything made by Monsanto, anything with MSG, anything made with fake chemical sweeteners)
• CAFO meat (Concentrated Animal Feeding Organization – i.e., feedlot)
• And did I mention, Sugar? Too much sugar gives me eye migraines – those dizzying lines across your vision; makes me nauseous; and makes me fall asleep instantly.
• Fried foods - especially those fried in transfat oils
• GMO corn products (Genetically Modified Corn – found in nearly all processed/pre-made meals & snacks, everything from ketchup to cereal to fast food hamburgers).

I find this list of “non-eats” oddly amusing in light of what we each put away that day. The stars are our informal rating system based on nothing other than our “gut” feeling of how it tasted to us at that moment. We split everything except the Hotdish-on-a-stick.

Step One & Two: Hotdish OAS*** & UffDa Treat****

Why does the staff at Ole’s not look the least bit Scandinavian? Hmmm…

It all started innocently enough at the Ole & Lena’s stand near the horse barn, where for breakfast we each got a serving of Hotdish On A Stick (which we will abbreviate from here on as OAS), a combination of (CAFO) meatballs and tater-tots (GMO) corn-breaded and deep fried (probably in GMO corn oil), with a side of cream of (MSG) mushroom sauce, and chased those down by splitting an UffDa! treat, a filled krumkake topped with caramel sauce and butter roasted pecans. The name says it all, folks. UffDa! The Hotdish OAS wasn’t as good as I remembered – probably because we’ve given up eating most GMO, MSG, fried foods and they just don’t taste as good once you’ve weaned yourself off of all those excitotoxins.

(Sorry we were so hungry when we got there – skipped breakfast – that I accidentally forgot to take pics of the food before we wolfed it all down. Trust me when I say the UffDa treat looked as good as it tasted.)

We should have just quit and gone home here, and we’d have been pretty full and happy, with our quota of unhealthy oils and fake foods fulfilled.

To make room and kill some time before our next feast, we headed over to the animal barns. I’ll save my salivation over small breed rabbits for another post coming soon – I think this post will get waayy too longer otherwise. But just to give you a “taste” of what is to come on that post…

This little guy or gal was in a very large cage that had a card stating it was a Flemish English Giant. I think not.

Anyway, back to eating the fair.

Step Three: Gator OAS****

PB wasn’t feeling quite as adventurous as I was, but I figured after the last two years of eating mostly locally-raised bison and emu, why couldn’t I try something even more exotic - Bayou Bob’s ‘Gator OAS! I opted out of the deep fried this time. What I got was something resembling a bratwurst, on a stick, which tasted a lot like… a bratwurst! It was very good actually, nothing like I expected it to be.

To wash down this exotic treat, of which PB had only one bite, we walked a short distance to a place sure to delight PB, our resident gourmet cheesecake maker.

Step Four: Deep Fried Cheesecake OAS****

Granny’s Cheesecake & More offers a variety of fried or dipped, cheesecake & fruit items. Those of you who were watching our updates via Facebook on Sunday already know – this was Stop #1 of 2 at this stand that day. First visit, PB opted for Deep Fried Cheesecake, OAS of course. It was, in a word, YUM. (Sorry, no picture again – ate it too fast!).

Step Five: Fried Fruit OAS Sundae****

Although we had by now definitely had our fill of both sugar and fried items, we noticed another stand close to this one selling Fried Fruit OAS. We justified stopping here since there would be some real fruit in the equation. We pondered over whether or not to add ice cream and make it a “Fried Fruit OAS Sundae.” You can see the results. Is fruit, covered in batter, deep fried and eaten with ice cream, a healthy snack? We’re saying yes.

Step Six: Teriyaki Ostrich OAS***

By now we were famished and ready for some real food. I’d like to say we went home now, and came back the next day to continue this feeding frenzy. But alas…

For our next eating adventure we braved The Food Building, where approximately 100,000 of the 130,000 people attending the fair that day were crushed into a wriggling mass of queue’s waiting to order or receive their food from one of a twenty or so food vendors. It was hot, it was crowded. But once we finally made our way to the China Town booth we were happy to find no lines at all. Just this goofy guy in an ostrich costume.

And this goofy guy eating Ostrich OAS.

Although we love emu and have eaten it almost exclusively for the past year in place of ground beef, we were not so impressed with the Ostrich OAS. Maybe it was the teriyaki sauce. Maybe it was PB dumping the plate on the floor shortly after this photo was taken. At any rate, we would sure try another ostrich item sometime in the future, but probably not this one. And especially not the one we dumped on the floor.

We did, finally, take a break from eating at this point and wandered through Machinery Hill. There were tractors and trailers and trucks and machines of all sizes and models. We were particularly interested in trailers, and specifically, this one – a 7’x29’ drive-in/drive-out toy hauler that we’re fairly certain would make a really nice mobile workshop for PB, while also being usable as an animal hauler if we put in a few windows and attached some panels.

I would like to report that right around this point in time, I started to crash. All of that sugar and grease and carbs and fake stuff just got the best of me. I had to sit on a bench for a long time with glazed eyes, watching the fair goers wandering by. PB took this opportunity to more thoroughly explore Machinery Hill and all of its goodies. I’m sure I was also somewhat dehydrated (even though we were frequently filling our water bottles) and it was getting very warm, around 90 degrees. I was happy to sit on the shady bench and just wait. While I was sitting there I happened to notice…

Step Seven: Texas Tater Twister OAS***

It was on PB’s food list for the day (yes, we had reviewed all 300+ food vendors on the fair’s website the day before so we’d have a complete list of all the food items we wanted to try) and even though we were far, far from hungry, we opted to try one while we were in the area. We just got the regular, not with a hotdog in the middle. It basically tasted like potato chips. Another item we won’t need to repeat.

Our eating momentum had really slowed down by now, so we took some time to look at more trailers and the exhibits of gazebos, cabins and Adirondack furniture on display by http://northwoodoutdoor.com/ Northwood Industries of Hayward, WI. This was one of our favorite exhibits, from the itty-bitty cabins to the very comfortable lawn furniture – they had regular chairs (folding!), gliders, rockers, even a tall chair they called a Lifeguard chair. They were made of recycled plastic and came in all sorts of fun colors. Never have to paint them, and water-proof!

PB spent a fair amount of time drooling over the grills and outdoor stoves. This one was custom-made for a fire department – check out the axe-as-handle!

Unbelievable as it may sound, after leaving the grill/Adirondack area, we just happened to stumble upon another concession vendor from our food list…

Step Eight & Nine: Salmon OAS* & Elk Burger*****

Giggles Campfire Grill, where we ordered some “real food,” Salmon OAS and an elk burger. I didn’t expect the salmon to be cold, or served with an odd sauce on top. I love salmon, but didn’t care for this manifestation of it. The elk burger, however, was YUMMER! NOM! SCRUMPDILLYICIOUS! A definite repeat for our next visit to the fair.

After this round, I was starting to feel a bit nauseous. The elk burger was fantastic, but the heat and 8 hours on our feet and the heat and all the other crappy food we ate and the heat and dehydration and the heat and all the sugar and the heat were really starting to take a toll. We needed something cold. More than cold, frozen. I just so happened around this time we were wandering past the Farmer’s Union food stand which happened to serve…

Step Ten: Frozen Mocha OAS****

Delightfully chocolatey mocha-ey frozeny goodness. On a stick!

We both perked up after sitting in the shade behind this building, eating our frozen concoction. But we were still pretty stinkin’ hot. And thirsty. Despite many bottles of water consumed. PB thought maybe our heat and thirst would be best quenched with…

Step 11: Pina Colada Smoothie*****

This was another scrumpdillyicious treat. Very cold. Very smooth. Very satisfying. And, probably the healthiest thing we consumed all day, being 100% fruit (pineapple + banana) with some coconut milk mixed in for a healthy fat.

I was done now. Aching to get back to the bus that would take us to our car. Dead tired, over-stuffed, over-heated (although cooled off a bit by the smoothie). But, PB had one more trick up his sleeve.

He just had to return to a concession from earlier in the day…

Step Twelve: Frozen Dipped (chocolate) Cheesecake OAS

Granny’s Cheesecake was the hands-down winner Sunday with our last treat of the day – Frozen Dipped Cheesecake OAS.

It don’t get no better than this, folks. We’ll skip the deep-fried cheesecake next year. And the Ostrich OAS. And the Salmon OAS. And the Hotdish OAS. And the Texas Tater Twister OAS. But I can almost guarantee we’ll be revisiting this devilishly delightful goodness next time. With a side of elk burger. UffDa!

1967 Ford F250 and 1960 Shasta Travel Trailer

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:42:00 +0000

Within the past week I've happened across the perfect couple - a ligtht yellow 1967 Ford F250 pickup truck, and a yellow 1960 Shasta Travel Trailer.

Wouldn't this combo just look sweet hauling down the road?

Happy Trails -

1974 VW Beetle & Camper

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 23:20:00 +0000

Check out this hilarious video. I want one of these combos!!!

1974 VW Beetle & Camper

Queen Victoria

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 22:43:00 +0000

You do all know I was named after a queen, right? This sign says it all.

Smallest Town Yet

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 22:39:00 +0000

I had to smile when I drove by the Mayer, MN population sign the other day. This is, decidedly, the smallest town I've ever lived in.

Cheers -

Signs that make me laugh

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 21:35:00 +0000

I don't know why I always find this sign so amusing. And disturbing.

Architecture

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 15:53:00 +0000

There are so many shops and buildings that make me smile. Here is one of them, located in the heart of the little town of Lake Nebagamon, WI.

Ain't that just cayute? Happy Wednesday!

Love Thursday

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Thu, 01 Jul 2010 14:06:00 +0000

Ok, so I did not make up the title for today. It is borrowed from one of my favorite photo-bloggers, Chookoolooks, and every Thursday is Love Thursday on her blog.

Today (Love Thursday!), she posted this lovely quote:

"When two people relate to each other authentically and humanly, God is the electricity that surges between them."

~ Martin Buber

Wow. Love Thursday, everyone!

Slingo

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Fri, 04 Jun 2010 22:30:00 +0000

Yesterday while I was carting my 20-something-carless-daughter around from home to work and work to other work and other work to home, we had ample opportunity to catch up. I hadn't seen much of her when I was on the road, so we had some catching up to do.

What I didn't realize was that she had come up with an entirely new language while I was away. Something her and her friends all understand, but leaves the rest of us scratching our heads, puzzling over her Facebook messages.

So there she was animatedly chatting away when she casually drops the phrase "Mackin' on my Koolaid" into the conversation.

Wha???

"Oh, yeah, our Slingo? We make up words all the time."

Wha??? Slingo?

So, here to decipher for you, lest your teenager come down with the same malady, is my interpretation:

Slingo - Slang + Lingo

Mackin' - Smoochin' or lovin'

Koolaid - Your sweetie or object of desire

Therefore, "Mackin' on yer Koolaid" means smooching with your sweetie.

What can I say? It all makes sense now. Tonight after work, she's going to get dolled up and go hang with her Koolaid.

They're not dating tho, so there'll be no mackin'.

Cheers -
Victoria

Why God Doesn't Want Me To Do The Checkbook Today

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Fri, 04 Jun 2010 22:23:00 +0000

We are 3 months behind in entering stuff in our checkbook software program, Microsoft Money. Recently, I spent exactly 3 months working from CO. Coincidence? I think not.

Fortunately, all of our bills are on “auto-pay,” so we don’t have to sit down and pay our bills every week. They just pay themselves, as long as there is cash in the bank. We have automatic paycheck deposits, too.

Cool, eh?

But over the course of 3 months, there is a lot of paperwork piling up that still needs to be dealt with.

Like all those miscellaneous purchases that occur every week. Gas. Food. Groceries. Hair dye. Bikini Wax. You know, the essentials.

Over three months time, those purchases add up. Takes a lot of wax to keep PB’s back hairless, ya know? Just kidding. He doesn’t wax his back. Yet.

Do you know how much inertia you need to overcome to even consider tackling the checkbook after three months of ignoring it?

More energy than I usually have for an entire day of tasks.

More energy than I have had the last three weeks I’ve been home from CO.

But today I was in a cleaning/fixing mood (something that happens so rarely, I really need to take advantage of it when it flits through) and I finally convinced myself it would be OK to take a very small quick peek at it.

First I had to organize all of the bill statements. Alphabetically and by date, since I have multiple months from every utility and bill company.

Then I had to log into the money program on the home PC. I had not accessed it from my login since Papp Bear last messed with (or, as he refers to, “re-deranged”) things on the PC, so of course the shortcut link to the program did not work.

So I Skyped (is that a real verb? How about, IM’d?) PB a message asking how to access the program.

And waited.

And waited.

Then I texted PB a message. He texted back: “Skype”

Yeah, duh, already did that! You didn’t respond!

So (via Skype IM) he walked me through how to access the program, and I took my pile of utility bills in a big ‘ol stack and set them in front of my keyboard and was going to begin, when I remembered I also have to have USBank up, to look at the transactions as they hit the bank, to verify them against what my software program says it is going to enter for me.

So I opened up an internet browser window.

Then remembered our internet was broken.

So I called Frontier. Got through immediately – wow!

The Helpline person told me to unplug the modem. We had already rebooted it and left it sitting for several minutes, so I didn’t see how this would help. But sure enough, after plugging it back in, the darn DSL light lit up and so did the internet light, and I had internet access for oh, about, 2 minutes, just long enough to hang up the phone with that rep.

So I called right back – and got a recorded message that the wait time would now be 10 minutes.

It was 13 minutes.

And they couldn’t help me. They have to send out a tech. Some time between now and 24 hours from now.

At which time I will no longer have the energy or desire to do the checkbook anymore.

God must not want me to do the checkbook today.

Thanks, God. I owe ya one.

Things that made me smile today

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Fri, 04 Jun 2010 00:16:00 +0000

I admit, I was kinda cranky today. It all started with the financial drama of my almost-out-of-the-house-20-year-old-child. And assorted other child-related messes, physical and mental and emotional.

Added to that stress was work stress - internet was broken (thank goodness for my Mifi card!), my server connection to a client site broke, and communications with my work team were nonexistent despite several attempts on my part.

I was a cranky lady when I left the house to go pick up my car-less child from Forest Lake, 20 minutes away.

But after I picked her up, we stopped at the local whole foods type grocery store, where I am a frequent customer, and the lady at the register asked me if C-baby was my little sister. Oh Joy! I could have hugged her!

And then at the farm today, after scooping a wheelbarrow full of dung, I stopped and watched Betty hose off the girls, who are all still fully fleeced and very uncomfortably hot. They love the hose, like little kids love hoses & water. It was a hoot.

And then I watched the two babies born this year chasing and romping around the pasture.

I drove the back roads to go get my car-less child after I was done at the farm, and marveled at the emerald green fields everywhere I went. First crop of hay is being harvested at some farms. I want to learn how to cut and rake and bale hay. Does anyone out there need a hand with this task?

I also had a good laugh with C-baby over some of the "slingo" her and her friends have come up with lately - I'll post about that very soon. You'll find out what "Mackin' with yer Koolaid" means. So stay tuned on that one.

And then, just now, I checked one of my favorite blogger sites, Pioneer Woman, and she had literally JUST POSTED her daily Confessions blog - and I was able to comment as number eleven!!! Make that, number seventeen - in the 3 seconds it took me to post my comment, 6 others had been posted, too. I mean, number 19... once the page refreshed, I was bumped to 19. But still, this is a site the frequently receives hundreds if not thousands of comments/day (her giveaway posts exceed 30,000 comments!), so making the top twenty of any of her posts on any given day is no small achievement.

I know, I live a small and pathetic life. I have to look for the good where I can find it, when surrounded by child financial drama and work excommunication.

At any rate, I did smile today, several times, despite my tantrums and stress frazzles. And now, I am going to go make these. And all will be well with the world.

Smiles -
Victoria

Phenomenal

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Fri, 28 May 2010 01:07:00 +0000

Pappa Bear and I were hanging out on a Friday night recently, walking across the parking lot to grab a bite to eat at the The Blue Ox, before heading to the theater to watch Iron Man 2, and he randomly came up with this line:

"I put the 'minimal' in Phenominal."

But I think what he meant was, he puts the "Fun" in "Funomenal."

What do you think?

Cheers -
Victoria

Splink!

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Sun, 16 May 2010 12:23:00 +0000

A few months ago, Pappa Bear and I decided that we needed to come up with a new word, something to describe what happens when we sit down at the computer with the intention of looking for something in particular, and then, several hours and dozens of sites later, come out of our daze and realize we never did find what we were looking for because we followed a link from the first search results onto a completely different topic... and from that topic, another link, to another site and topic... and another, and another... kind of like a slinky falling down a long flight of stairs.

So in honor of this, we coined a new word: Splink!

Let's compare it to a Slinky:

Wiki:
Slinky: a toy consisting of a helical spring that can travel down stairs end-over-end as it stretches and reforms itself with the aid of gravity and its own momentum.

Vicki:
Splinking: a web-surfing activity consisting of a tendency to follow tangentially related hyperlinks away from the topic or site of original interest, causing one to travel from one internet site to another, as the splinker’s thoughts stretch and reform themselves with the aid of distraction and their own momentum.

Latin – from the words Split + Link

Verb: Splinking
Past Tense: Splinked
Noun: Splinker
Plural: Splinks

Example: “What did you do all afternoon on the computer?” “Well, I went looking for brass doornobs, and then I splinked all over the place, ending up watching American Idol try-outs on YouTube.”

You've all done it. Admit it. But now, you have a word for this behavior. And anything you can identify, well, you can explain to your therapist.

Ooh - that reminds me, I need to go lookup up the average amount of rainfall that is needed to grow good Orchardgrass...

Happy Splinking!

Saving Batman

noreply@blogger.com (Victoria Strauser) — Sun, 16 May 2010 11:42:00 +0000

I Saved Batman Today

It’s not every day you get to save a superhero. But today, I was the heroine that saved Batman.

Let me explain.

I was on the dock down at the lake near my house, loading my kayak onto my portage wheels, strapping it down good in preparation for the walk back up to my house. I wasn’t really paying any attention to anything except getting those straps on right – you really don’t want the wheels to come loose when you’re hauling your very beloved carbon-composite kayak up a hill to your house half a mile away.

Well, you don’t really want your wheels to come loose under any circumstance I would imagine. But back to the dock.

I’m still not sure what it was that made me look around today – maybe the garbled noise that sounded like someone talking under water. I thought I could just make out a voice saying “Hbeleblep Mebepebeeeee….” or something like that.

So I stood up and looked around. I didn’t see anything at first. I scanned the water near the shoreline. That’s when I caught sight of him – Batman was drowning!

I didn’t waste any time after I spotted him. I was down off that dock lickety-split. I don’t know what sound a heroine makes when she moves super-fast, but I bet it sounds a lot like “lickety-split.”

I could just barely reach his foot without getting my own foot wet (always best to keep your feet dry in a rescue if at all possible), but finally I got a hold of it and began to lift him up.

Well, after I stopped to take a couple of pictures of course. Otherwise, who’d ever believe I rescued Batman?

His predicament appeared to be caused by a load of sand and gravel trapped in his cape, keeping him under the water. I suspect the Joker had a hand in this. Note to self: When performing Feats of Superhuman Bat Strength, Beware the Cape.

After dislodging all the debris holding him down, Batman was then able to struggle through the weeds and get himself back to shore.

He seemed relieved to be back on dry land again.

I was hoping Christian Bales might take off his costume and give his heroine a proper “thank-you” for rescuing him.

But, alas, no such luck.