Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
It's A Big Ol' Goofy World
OK, so I hauled off yesterday and made some homemade Caesar salad dressing. It wasn't planned, it just happened when I took quick inventory of ingredients I had on hand ... and it just clicked. So, now I got a quart of really good creamy homemade Caesar salad dressing ... and no romaine, etc. So off to the groceria I go, to git some salad fixins.
As I was leaving the store (this is where the plot thickens) ... dat grocery bagger fella was helpin' me load everything into the back mah pickup truck ... and I ask him to put dat 12 pk NA beer I'd just bought in the cooler ... all the sudden he starts bustin' my chops about why was I drinkin' NA beer!! I mean, he was really givin' me the bizness ... "why don't ya just drink water or tea" he ask me all snarky-like.
Now me, not being one to shy away from a mildly interesting conversation in the groceria parkin' lot, I ask dat fella (he wadn't no kid, either ... prolly 40-35 yrs old or so, him) "you drink a lot of beer, do ya podnah?" and he commences to turn up his nose at the notion of drinkin' beer, let alone NA beer ... sayin' how he much prefers vodak and tequila, yeh ~ braggin' how he drinks a whole bottle of vodak or tequila every night when he git off work! I din't have the heart to ask him if mebbe all dat vodak drinkin' might have something to do wit the fact he was 40 years old, and still baggin' groceries fer a living....
It's a big ol' goofy world, ain't it? Sho'nuff is.
As I was leaving the store (this is where the plot thickens) ... dat grocery bagger fella was helpin' me load everything into the back mah pickup truck ... and I ask him to put dat 12 pk NA beer I'd just bought in the cooler ... all the sudden he starts bustin' my chops about why was I drinkin' NA beer!! I mean, he was really givin' me the bizness ... "why don't ya just drink water or tea" he ask me all snarky-like.
Now me, not being one to shy away from a mildly interesting conversation in the groceria parkin' lot, I ask dat fella (he wadn't no kid, either ... prolly 40-35 yrs old or so, him) "you drink a lot of beer, do ya podnah?" and he commences to turn up his nose at the notion of drinkin' beer, let alone NA beer ... sayin' how he much prefers vodak and tequila, yeh ~ braggin' how he drinks a whole bottle of vodak or tequila every night when he git off work! I din't have the heart to ask him if mebbe all dat vodak drinkin' might have something to do wit the fact he was 40 years old, and still baggin' groceries fer a living....
It's a big ol' goofy world, ain't it? Sho'nuff is.
(Clean & sober since 1991, me)
Meat & Three ~ $4.95
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Plowboy's Sunday Vittles
Sunday Morning Gospel Hour
Sweet Holy Spirit
The Bible it tells us, in God's word so true
The sweet Holy Spirit is promised to you
It sat upon Jesus in the form of a dove
When John was baptizing God's dearly beloved
Sweet Holy Spirit ... I'm down on my knees
I'm low in the valley, I'm so weak you see
I know I can make it, for I trust in Thee
The sweet Holy Spirit is falling on me
Sweet Holy Spirit, Oh how I love Thee
For being a comfort and for strengthening me
For I could not make it across life's troubled sea
If the sweet Holy Spirit should ever leave me
(chorus)
So sweet Holy Spirit ... don't ever leave me.
The Bible it tells us, in God's word so true
The sweet Holy Spirit is promised to you
It sat upon Jesus in the form of a dove
When John was baptizing God's dearly beloved
Sweet Holy Spirit ... I'm down on my knees
I'm low in the valley, I'm so weak you see
I know I can make it, for I trust in Thee
The sweet Holy Spirit is falling on me
Sweet Holy Spirit, Oh how I love Thee
For being a comfort and for strengthening me
For I could not make it across life's troubled sea
If the sweet Holy Spirit should ever leave me
(chorus)
So sweet Holy Spirit ... don't ever leave me.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Weekend Grab Bag


Friday, June 26, 2009
Grits, Maters & Stuff



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Amazing Rhythm Aces ~ King Of The Cowboys
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Report Card


Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Defying All Logic

Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Retro Pepper Steak

Monday, June 22, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Ballgame Tonight

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Neil Young ~ Daddy Went Walking
My old dad went a walkin' one day
Pushing tall weeds right outta his way
My old dad went a walkin' one day
Hey now, hey now
Corduroy pants and an old plaid shirt
Daddy went a walkin' just to feel the earth
Got a little dirty but that's all right
Hey now, hey now
Old man crossin' the road
Hey now, hey now
Corduroy pants and an old plaid shirt
Daddy went a walkin' just to feel the earth
Got a little dirty but that's all right
Hey now, hey now
Old man crossin' the road
You've got to let him go
Old man crossin' the road
He's feelin' fine
Daddy went a ridin' in his old car
Took the dog with him 'cause it ain't too far
Daddy went ridin' in his old car
Hey now, hey now
Brown leather boots and an old straw hat
Daddy's getting wood with the barnyard cat
Got a little dirty but that's all right
Hey now, hey now
Old man crossin' the road
Old man crossin' the road
He's feelin' fine
Daddy went a ridin' in his old car
Took the dog with him 'cause it ain't too far
Daddy went ridin' in his old car
Hey now, hey now
Brown leather boots and an old straw hat
Daddy's getting wood with the barnyard cat
Got a little dirty but that's all right
Hey now, hey now
Old man crossin' the road
You've got to let him go
Old man crossin' the road
He's feelin' fine
Mama's waiting at the top of the hill
They'll be laughing, oh the stories they'll tell
When he holds her in his arms again
They'll be sweethearts, they'll have time on their hands
My old dad went a walkin' one day
Pushing tall weeds right outta his way
My old dad went a walkin' one day
Hey now, hey now
Corduroy pants and an old plaid shirt
Daddy went a walkin' just to feel the earth
Got a little dirty but that's all right
Hey now, hey now
Daddy went a ridin' in his old car
Old man crossin' the road
He's feelin' fine
Mama's waiting at the top of the hill
They'll be laughing, oh the stories they'll tell
When he holds her in his arms again
They'll be sweethearts, they'll have time on their hands
My old dad went a walkin' one day
Pushing tall weeds right outta his way
My old dad went a walkin' one day
Hey now, hey now
Corduroy pants and an old plaid shirt
Daddy went a walkin' just to feel the earth
Got a little dirty but that's all right
Hey now, hey now
Daddy went a ridin' in his old car
Took the dog with him 'cause it ain't too far
Daddy went ridin' in his old car
Hey now, hey now
Brown leather boots and an old straw hat
Daddy's getting wood with the barnyard cat
Got a little dirty but that's all right
Hey now, hey now....
Daddy went ridin' in his old car
Hey now, hey now
Brown leather boots and an old straw hat
Daddy's getting wood with the barnyard cat
Got a little dirty but that's all right
Hey now, hey now....
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Bacon/Asiago Bread
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Jesse Winchester ~ Rhumba Man
Friday, June 19, 2009
A PoBoy's Lunch
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Logic Would Suggest
An 86-year-old man went to his doctor for his annual check-up...
The doctor asked him how he was feeling, and the 86-year-old said: "Things are great and I've never felt better. I now have a 20 year-old bride who is pregnant with my child. So what do you think about that, Doc?"
The doctor considered his question for a minute and then began to tell a story:
"I have an older friend, much like you, who is an avid hunter and never misses a season. One day he was setting off to go hunting. In a bit of a hurry, he accidentally picked up his walking cane instead of his gun. As he neared a lake, he came across a very large beaver sitting at the water's edge. He realized he'd left his gun at home and so he couldn't shoot the magnificent creature. Out of habit he raised his cane, aimed it at the animal as if it were his favorite hunting rifle and went 'bang, bang'. Miraculously, two shots rang out and the beaver fell over dead. Now, what do you think of that?" asked the doctor.
The 86-year-old said: "Logic would strongly suggest that somebody else pumped a couple of rounds into that beaver."
To which the doctor replied: "My point exactly."
The doctor asked him how he was feeling, and the 86-year-old said: "Things are great and I've never felt better. I now have a 20 year-old bride who is pregnant with my child. So what do you think about that, Doc?"
The doctor considered his question for a minute and then began to tell a story:
"I have an older friend, much like you, who is an avid hunter and never misses a season. One day he was setting off to go hunting. In a bit of a hurry, he accidentally picked up his walking cane instead of his gun. As he neared a lake, he came across a very large beaver sitting at the water's edge. He realized he'd left his gun at home and so he couldn't shoot the magnificent creature. Out of habit he raised his cane, aimed it at the animal as if it were his favorite hunting rifle and went 'bang, bang'. Miraculously, two shots rang out and the beaver fell over dead. Now, what do you think of that?" asked the doctor.
The 86-year-old said: "Logic would strongly suggest that somebody else pumped a couple of rounds into that beaver."
To which the doctor replied: "My point exactly."
Mochaccino Cobbler
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
From The Farmer's Market
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
We Knew He Was Dying....
The Death Of Common Sense
Common Sense lived a long life but died in the United States from heart failure on the brink of the new millennium. No one really knows how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He selflessly devoted his life to service in schools, hospitals, homes and factories, and helping folks get jobs done without fanfare and foolishness. For decades, petty rules, silly laws, and frivolous law- suits held no power over Common Sense. He was credited with cultivating such valued lessons as to know when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, and that life isn't always fair.
Common Sense lived by simple credos: sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn), reliable parenting strategies (the adults are in charge, not the kids), and winning isn't everything (it's okay to come in second).
A veteran of the Industrial Revolution, the Great Depression, and the Technological Revolution, Common Sense survived trends including body piercing, whole language, and "new math." But his health declined when he became infected with the "If-it-only- helps-one-person-it's-worth-it" virus. In recent decades his waning strength proved no match for the ravages of well intentioned but overbearing regulations. He watched in pain as good people became ruled by self-seeking lawyers. His health rapidly deteriorated when schools endlessly implemented zero-tolerance policies.
Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate, a teen suspended for taking a swig of mouth- wash after lunch, and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student only worsened his condition. It declined even further when schools had to get parental consent to administer aspirin to a student but could not inform the parent when a female student was pregnant or wanted an abortion.
Finally, Common Sense lost his will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband, churches became businesses, criminals received better treatment than victims, and federal judges stuck their noses in everything from the Boy Scouts to professional sports. Finally, when a woman, too stupid to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot, was awarded a huge settlement, Common Sense threw in the towel.
As the end neared, Common Sense drifted in and out of logic but was kept informed of developments regarding questionable regulations such as those for low flow toilets, rocking chairs, and stepladders. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by two stepbrothers and a stepsister: My Rights, Only Me and Ima Whiner.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
~Lori Borgman
Steak Fajitas
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Paul Butterfield Blues Band ~ One More Heartache
Monday, June 15, 2009
Kaw-Cajun Feesh Taco


Sunday, June 14, 2009
Is This A Beautiful Day, Or What?
Sometimes the magnificence of it all just humbles me.
"With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
It is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy."
Max Ehrmann, Desiderata
It is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy."
Max Ehrmann, Desiderata
Blackened Feesh & Cornbread
Sunday Morning Gospel Hour
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Rank Stranger Enshrined By Library Of Congress
The Stanley Brothers’ classic 1960 recording of Rank Stranger has been chosen by The Librarian of Congress as one of the culturally-significant audio recordings to be added to their famed National Recording Registry for preservation. Each year 25 new pieces of audio are added to the archive - some from commercial recordings, others from radio broadcasts or field recordings.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Savannah

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Among the earliest settlements made near here was that at America City. The 25th of May, 1856, there arrived at that place eight families, who drove through from Iowa with oxen. These families were as follows:
Sanford H. Eddy and his wife, Caroline, who were natives of New York, and who had gone to Iowa in 1855 with their children, Theodore Ira (T.I.), Eugenia, and Julius.
Hiram Dean, his wife and three sons, John, Frank, and Oscar, and a daughter, Margaret.
Daniel Arnold, his wife and child, Willie.
Daniel Benthusen Benson, his wife and son, George, and daughter, Susan.
Hezekiah Scrutchfield, his wife and three daughters, Mary, Alice, and Martha and Mary.
Garrett Randall, his wife, Sarah, and two sons, James and Robert.
George Randall, son of Garrett, and his wife, who was a daughter of James Armstrong.
Harve Randall, his wife and son, Kimball, and daughter, Mary.
These all located in or near to America City.
Sanford H. Eddy and his wife, Caroline, who were natives of New York, and who had gone to Iowa in 1855 with their children, Theodore Ira (T.I.), Eugenia, and Julius.
Hiram Dean, his wife and three sons, John, Frank, and Oscar, and a daughter, Margaret.
Daniel Arnold, his wife and child, Willie.
Daniel Benthusen Benson, his wife and son, George, and daughter, Susan.
Hezekiah Scrutchfield, his wife and three daughters, Mary, Alice, and Martha and Mary.
Garrett Randall, his wife, Sarah, and two sons, James and Robert.
George Randall, son of Garrett, and his wife, who was a daughter of James Armstrong.
Harve Randall, his wife and son, Kimball, and daughter, Mary.
These all located in or near to America City.
Sanford Eddy, his wife and three children, moved from America City to Savannah in 1866, where he bought out John Wilson. His daughter, Eugenia, was married the same year he moved to Savannah to (sic) Harve Armstrong, and died in 1876. His son, Julius, died here in May, 1873, aged 18 or 19 years. Mr. Eddy died in Havensville, in 1897. His wife had preceded him, having died in 1879, His son, T. I. married Martha Jacoby, of America City, in the Spring of 1866, and located on his father's farm and lived a number of years in a log house, as did his parents. He built the stone house which stands on his farm in 1874. Some Swedes by the name of Tureen did the mason work. His father built a frame house in 1877. T. I. Eddy is the father of twelve children, all living. We make room to mention the six oldest, who are: Ira, Delia (Mrs. Mel J. Thompson), Ernest, Hattie, Josie (Mrs. Lem Talbott), Julius, and Dora (Mrs. Ad Harris).
For several years after the pioneers located at America City they had to go to Missouri for provisions, as they had not yet raised any, and they also got their hogs there, for there was no one here of whom they could get any. Commencing with 1861, T. I. Eddy and others did freighting for a living from Atchison to Salt Lake City, and to a place 150 miles this side of the city. The trail they followed went by Marysville, Fort Kearney, and along the Platte river, and was known as the Mormon or Fremont trail. Two trips would be made a year, and it took them three weeks to make the trip one way. Oxen were used to do the hauling. Indians were thick in the country traversed by the freighters, and reports of murders and massacres were frequent, but the train that Mr. Eddy was in seemed to be a lucky one, as they were never molested, though rumors of killings either ahead of them or after they had passed were plentiful. The graves of those dying along the way, or who were killed, were marked by pieces of board, and these had the same effect on our freighters that the barrel of a revolver or a gun has on those into whose face it is thrust, when they seem to look as large as a stovepipe, for they appeared to be as numerous as the palings in a fence. On their first trip there would be stretches of country along the road traveled of 200 miles where not a house or ranch was seen. The boys, while freighting, made two trips to Denver. In 1866, in which year Mr. Eddy says we had the first grasshoppers, he made a trip in company with Harve Armstrong, William McKee (a brother of Eph), Pat Riley, and two others, one by the name of Cheatham and the other Runyan. In May, 1868, Mr. Eddy was out plowing when he saw the woman folks coming out of the house, which they stood and looked up at. He wondered what fancy they could have taken, and on making inquiries he was informed that the house had been shaking, which was so, as there had been a slight shock of earthquake, which made the dishes rattle and things generally move around. As Mr. Eddy was walking in loose dirt, he did not notice it as did those who stood on solid ground.
John Wilson came to Savannah, from Indiana, in 1861 or 1862, and settled on what is now the T.I. Eddy farm. The house where he lived stood west of the present Eddy house, near the creek. He was accompanied by his wife and several children, two of whom were boys (Marion, who is now dead, and Lafayette, at present living in Soldier). He also had a daughter, Savannah, after whom the postoffice (sic) at that place was named, and two other children, who died while he was living here and who were buried where Mr. Eddy's garden now is. A Peter Prow brought a sawmill to that place, and had Mr. Eddy secure a payment on it. The mill eventually became Mr. Wilson's property, and he leased it one year to Eph McKee and Thomas Cross. He afterwards sold the mill to Heath & McComas, who moved it to Missouri. Mr. Wilson went from here to Circleville, Jackson County, in 1866, where he died.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Friday Night Fish Fry

Lil' Missy Lands A Lunker

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Little Pink Anderson ~ St. James Infirmary
Thursday, June 11, 2009
HEY ULIKA


Cobb Caesar?

Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Fun With Sourdough

Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Baked Bean Deviled Eggs

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Jimmy Martin & Ralph Stanley ~ Roll On Buddy, Roll On