Dinner Served In A Trough

My comments about eating from a trough have necessitated further explanation. I do apologize for leaving everyone in the dark about this. Actually, we took about forty pictures and all of 'em came out looking something like this:

Wait! Wha's goin' on? Wha's happenin' with Blogger? I don't have access to putting pictures up, anymore! Help! Help! My blog is closin' in on me! Anybody know how to get back to where I can post pictures? I've lost most of my blogger capabilities.

Oh, mayaaaannn! I'm sorry; back to the trough dinner. I really have lost a lot of access on my blog and I don't know how to get it back, but I'll try and 'splain the trough situation.

If you didn't read my last post and have no idea what I'm talking about, you can read it here: I Ate From A Trough!

Imagine a long wooden box, without a top; about 12 feet long, one foot high and one foot wide. The box is lined on the inside with aluminum foil. Now, imagine someone taking a huge pot full of food and spreading it inside the box. To some degree, they then separated the different foods that were all cooked together; potatoes here, then corn, carrots, cabbage, etc.

As in some kitchens, people were assigned to dish the foods from the trough, into each person's plate, according to what they wanted or didn't want of the mixture. The chuck wagon was nearby and more food was being cooked, Cream Can Style. The cream cans were the very same type where milk is stored on a farm. They're huge and they were used to cook lots and lotsa' food. I believe a dozen cream cans full of food were cooked for the crowd.

Now, although my pictures are far from good, I was gonna' post at least a couple of 'em. However, Blogger has taken away my ability to post pictures. I hope that my description of the trough has helped you understand what fun it was to be served in such a manner. Sure wish you coulda' been there. You woulda' loved it.

Until the next time, keep a hug on.

~ Yaya

A Day Late, A Dollar Short And Three Hundred Years To Go

     I am a bad, bad blogger.  I am behind and it will take me three hundred years, seven months and nineteen days to get caught up with all that I need to get caught up with.  I have not posted my games this week.  I have not posted my answers for last week.  I'm not sure, but I think I have not even remembered to breathe, for the last three weeks.  I did notice a tinge of blue coloring around the gills, when I glanced in the mirror, this morning.  I hope that I am smart enough to take a breath for survival, before it is too late.  If you happen to see that I am lying down in the middle of my blogging and turned completely blue, please send for help or do what's necessary to resuscitate me.  I shall be forever grateful and save my haunting for another day.

     Here's a new kind of game for you.  Using the code-key below, can you read the message that follows?  The top row is what it should be and the bottom row is the letter that has replaced the actual letter in the message.  A = D, B = C, etc.

Heavenly Father's Love On Valentine's Day

 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

 D C B N O J I G L K S F M X Z H Y T U R Q A V E W P

   
DXN   L   DM   JLFFON   VLRG   BGDTLRW,   VGLBG   LU   OAOTFDURLXI   FZAO;  VGOTOJZTO,  DFF   BGLFNTOX   DTO   DFLSO   QXRZ   MO;   VGOTOJZTO,   L   FZAO   FLRRFO   BGLFNTOX   VLRG   D   HOTJOBR   FZAO;   DXN   RGOW   DTO   DFF   DFLSO   DXN   HDTRDSOTU   ZJ   UDFADRLZX.

     I really will post answers to last week's puzzle and this code, in the next few days. Have fun. Then, let me know if you like this kind of a game, okay? Happy Valentine's Day!  And 'til the next time, keep a hug on.

Yaya