Okay, its kinda quiet here today and I’m kinda bored so I’m going to tell y’all a story about a man named Jed, poor mountaineer….sorry, wrong story.
About ten years ago my (ex)wife and I learned that we would be staying home on Christmas day that year. Always before we had gone to my Dad’s family get together, but due to deaths, and apathy it wasn’t happening that year.
As luck would have it, my local meat market happened to be running a sale, so I bought a large package of Filet Mignons (about 15 steaks).
Well, Christmas day arrived, Santa had come and gone, presents were exchanged, and our Christmas day, late lunch/early supper was a feast of fine grilled steaks, and all the fixins of course.There were enough steaks that we grilled them a couple more times over the next three months. In retrospect I realized that this was the first steak my youngest son(4 or 5 years old) had ever had, and the only steak, until….FF to the following Easter.
Mom always had her kids to her house on Easter sunday for a big feast.This year she decided it would be steak. She got a deal on some Rib Eyes, and bought enough for all of us. The family was gathered and my brother was at his post cooking the steaks, I was hanging out there talking to him and trying to help. The steaks were getting close to being done when my young son walked up beside my brother and stood there just watching for a few seconds.
Suddenly he looked up at my brother and said “Uncle Don, what kind of steaks are those?” My brother looked at him like what the hell does he know and answered “Rib Eyes little buddy, why?” My son looked at him in all his innocence and said “I can’t eat that, I only eat Filet Mignon! When we quit laughing Don cut him off a small piece of Rib Eye, and the boy pronounced it fit to eat.
Bubba and Billy were driving down the road while drinking beer when they spotted a roadblock ahead. “We’re gonna get busted,” whimpered Billy. “Don’t worry,” said Bubba. “We’ll just pull over and finish drinkin’ these beers, then peel off the label and stick it on our foreheads and then toss the bottles under the seat. Just let me do the talking.”
They downed the beer, threw the empties out of sight and put the labels on their foreheads. When they reached the roadblock, the police officer asked, “You boys been drinking?” “No, sir,” said Bubba, pointing at the labels. “Me and Billy are on the patch.”
To tag birds migrating, the U.S. Department of the Interior used metal bands that bear the address of the Washington Biological Survey, abbreviated:
Wash. Biol. Surv.
Until the agency received the following letter from a camper:
Dear Sirs,
“While camping last week I shot one of your birds. I think it was a crow. I followed the cooking instructions on the leg tag and I want to tell you it was horrible.”
Besure to wave to someone today. it doesn’t take much effort at all and it will make both you and the other person feel good, releasing endorphins that would other wise go unused. I have a neighbor at the end of the block who I would always wave to, but would never get a return wave from him. After years of this, and I mean years, I finally stopped and after saying hello, I asked why he never waved back. He said he never gave it a thought but that it did make him feel good when I waved. I told him the only thing better than getting a wave was giving one. He now waves at everyone, and while he was once considered somewhat of an Ogre by the neighbors, he now is a good piece of fabric in the quilt of our neighborhood. So go ahead, take the time to wave today.
DJ,
I’ve been busy and not here that much, I guess you noticed, how do you propose to do so? Jonco, if you want to give DJ my email address, you have my permission. I just don’t know what the exact protocol is for this kind of thing.
Hi all Happy soggy northwest good morning to you cant stay long but will check back this afternoon.
Just for the record, in case you’ve ever wondered, RTFGnow stands for “Rock The Fucing Girls Now”
I recall the annual Seattle rain festival. I believe it ran January 1st to December 31st.
whos in charge
Me. Stand by your beds!
Nonstop rain here since 10am this morning too
Okay, its kinda quiet here today and I’m kinda bored so I’m going to tell y’all a story about a man named Jed, poor mountaineer….sorry, wrong story.
About ten years ago my (ex)wife and I learned that we would be staying home on Christmas day that year. Always before we had gone to my Dad’s family get together, but due to deaths, and apathy it wasn’t happening that year.
As luck would have it, my local meat market happened to be running a sale, so I bought a large package of Filet Mignons (about 15 steaks).
Well, Christmas day arrived, Santa had come and gone, presents were exchanged, and our Christmas day, late lunch/early supper was a feast of fine grilled steaks, and all the fixins of course.There were enough steaks that we grilled them a couple more times over the next three months. In retrospect I realized that this was the first steak my youngest son(4 or 5 years old) had ever had, and the only steak, until….FF to the following Easter.
Mom always had her kids to her house on Easter sunday for a big feast.This year she decided it would be steak. She got a deal on some Rib Eyes, and bought enough for all of us. The family was gathered and my brother was at his post cooking the steaks, I was hanging out there talking to him and trying to help. The steaks were getting close to being done when my young son walked up beside my brother and stood there just watching for a few seconds.
Suddenly he looked up at my brother and said “Uncle Don, what kind of steaks are those?” My brother looked at him like what the hell does he know and answered “Rib Eyes little buddy, why?” My son looked at him in all his innocence and said “I can’t eat that, I only eat Filet Mignon! When we quit laughing Don cut him off a small piece of Rib Eye, and the boy pronounced it fit to eat.
I neep a nap
Bubba and Billy were driving down the road while drinking beer when they spotted a roadblock ahead. “We’re gonna get busted,” whimpered Billy. “Don’t worry,” said Bubba. “We’ll just pull over and finish drinkin’ these beers, then peel off the label and stick it on our foreheads and then toss the bottles under the seat. Just let me do the talking.”
They downed the beer, threw the empties out of sight and put the labels on their foreheads. When they reached the roadblock, the police officer asked, “You boys been drinking?” “No, sir,” said Bubba, pointing at the labels. “Me and Billy are on the patch.”
P om B – We need to get in touch.
To tag birds migrating, the U.S. Department of the Interior used metal bands that bear the address of the Washington Biological Survey, abbreviated:
Wash. Biol. Surv.
Until the agency received the following letter from a camper:
Dear Sirs,
“While camping last week I shot one of your birds. I think it was a crow. I followed the cooking instructions on the leg tag and I want to tell you it was horrible.”
Besure to wave to someone today. it doesn’t take much effort at all and it will make both you and the other person feel good, releasing endorphins that would other wise go unused. I have a neighbor at the end of the block who I would always wave to, but would never get a return wave from him. After years of this, and I mean years, I finally stopped and after saying hello, I asked why he never waved back. He said he never gave it a thought but that it did make him feel good when I waved. I told him the only thing better than getting a wave was giving one. He now waves at everyone, and while he was once considered somewhat of an Ogre by the neighbors, he now is a good piece of fabric in the quilt of our neighborhood. So go ahead, take the time to wave today.
Need more updates on Gus.
Do NOT look at old prom photos…the ones the wife didn’t throw away. They make me feel very very….old 🙁 Who the HELL are those young people??
DJ,
I’ve been busy and not here that much, I guess you noticed, how do you propose to do so? Jonco, if you want to give DJ my email address, you have my permission. I just don’t know what the exact protocol is for this kind of thing.
I have to pee…
Okay, here’s something inspiring and incredible http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vYi458oI0-8 Amazing!!
I still need that nap