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Another is my home brewing, but at least I'm taking steps to rectify that. I've got everything I need to brew a batch of mead. Maybe I'll do it tomorrow. Definitely by the end of the week.
I'd love to brew some beer again, but it's got to be something I really love, since I'm the only person who ever drinks it. My wife doesn't drink beer.
I you brew some blueberry cider, send a few bottles my way.
Are you .... chicken?
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I was takin' a trip out to LA
Toolin' along in my Chevrolet
Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio
Jes' as I cross the Mississippi line
I heard that highway start to whine
And I knew that left rear tire was about to go
Well the spare was flat and I got uptight
'Cause there wasn't a fillin' station in sight
So I jes' limped down the shoulder on the rim
I went as far as I could and when I stopped the car
It was right in front of this little bar
A kind of a redneck lookin' joint called the Dew Drop Inn
Well I stuffed my hair up under my hat
And told the bartender that I had a flat
And would he be kind enough to give me change for a one
There was one thing I was sure proud to see
There wasn't a soul in the place 'cept for him an' me
And he just looked disgusted an' pointed toward the telephone
I called up the station down the road a ways
And he said he wasn't very busy t'day
And he could have somebody there in jest 'bout ten minutes or so
He said now you jes' stay right where yer at and I didn't bother
Tellin' the durn fool
I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go
I just ordered up a beer and sat down at the bar
When some guy walked in an' said who owns this car
With the peace sign the mag wheels and four on the floor
Well he looked at me and I damn near died
And I decided that I'd jus wait outside
So I layed a dollar on the bar and headed for the door
Jes' when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin
These five big dude come strollin' in
With this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth
An' I was almost to the door when the biggest one
Said you tip your hat to this lady son
An' when I did all that hair fell out from underneath
Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fight
In Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday night
'Specially when there was three of them and only one of me
Well they all started laughin' and I felt kinda sick
And I knew I'd better think of somethin' pretty quick
So I jes' reached out an' kicked ol' green-teeth right in the knee
He let out a yell that'd curl your hair
But before he could move I grabbed me a chair
And said watch him folks 'cause he's a thouroughly dangerous man
Well you may not know it but this man's a spy
He's an undercover agent for the FBI
And he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan
He was still bent over holdin' on to his knee
But everyone else was lookin' and listenin' to me
And I layed it on thicker and heavier as I went
I said would you beleive this man has gone as far
As tearin' Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars
And he voted for George McGoveren for president
Well he's a friend of them long-haired hippie type pinko fags
I betcha he's even got a Commie flag
Tacked up on the wall inside of his garage
He's a snake in the grass I tell ya guys
He may look dumb but that's jus a disguise
He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage
They all started lookin' real suspicious at him
And he jumped up an' said jes' wait a minute Jim
You know he's lyin' I've been livin' here all of my life
I'm a faithfull follower of Brother John Burch
And I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church
And I ain't even got a garage you can call home and ask my wife
Then he started sayin' somethin' 'bout the way I was dressed
But I didn't wait around to hear the rest
I was too busy movin' and hopin' I didn't run outta luck
And when I hit the ground I was makin' tracks
And they were jes' takin' my car down off the jacks
So I threw the man a twenty an' jumped in an' fired that mother up
Mario Andretti woulda sure been proud
Of the way I was movin' when I passed that crowd
Comin' out the door and headin' toward me in a trot
An' I guess I shoulda gone ahead an' run
But somehow I couldn't resist the fun
Of chasin' them jes' once around the parkin' lot
Well they're headin' for their car but I hit the gas
And spun around and headed them off at the pass
Well I was slingin' gravel and puttin' a ton of dust in the air
Well I had them all out there steppin' an' a fetchin'
Like their heads were on fire and their asses was catchin'
But I figured I oughta go ahead an split before the cops got there
When I hit the road I was really wheelin'
Had gravel flyin' and rubber squeelin'
An' I didn't slow down 'til I was almost to Arkansas
I think I'm gonna re-route my trip
I wonder if anybody'd think I'd flipped
If I went to LA via Omaha!
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In Kroger the other day, I happened to come across small (5 each) packs of my favorite Pillsbury biscuits. I used to buy the large packs and make them for the whole family on the weekends, even remaking some of the biscuits into various shapes for the kids. Then they all started being pains in the ass about it, so I stopped buying them. Now I get to have some all to myself.
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Saw an article about Tommy Hilfiger. Reminded me of something from back in the day, a few years after his brand hit it big. My dad's cleaners would get shirts from his line in all the time, and despite following the cleaning label exactly, we'd get colors bleeding off the shirts. Mostly this was certain shades of red and blue.
Fast-forward a bit, and Hilfiger had a judgement leveled against it by the federal government for the falsity of their cleaning labels. It was a small fine, all things considered, something like a couple hundred thousand dollars. Chump change really. It was important for my dad, however, because we hung up a copy of that article in the lobby and pointed it out every time a customer claimed we owed him money because his Tommy Hilfiger shirt bled color. No way, buddy. Take it back where you bought it.
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And, since we're now in the season, I remember the crawfish boils. We'd get several sacks, boil them up, and have a bunch of folks over to eat them. Especially on Good Friday.
My dad had this big-ass, double-sided concrete sink in his garage, where we'd purge the crawfish. That sink was heavy as shit. It'd typically take 3 or 4 grown men to move the damned thing. It's still in the backyard of my mom's house, out behind the shed.
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Funny story:
Several years back, while the wife and I were still living in Philly (but visiting, maybe for my engagement party), we decided to have a big crawfish boil. So, my dad, younger brother and I decide to use the old sink for purging the crawfish. At one point, we're sitting on the pack porch, and my dad notices a bunch of small somethings crawling all over the back yard, near the back of the shed.
Turns out, the sink sat on a metal frame. The legs of that frame sat on some pieces of wood my dad had put down. Turns out, that wood had slowly rotted and caused the sink and frame to sink into the now-wet mud, thus spilling 30-something lbs of living crawfish all over the back yard.
The women folk got a big laugh out of the three of us scrambling to catch those crawfish and get them contained. We think some of them escaped to underneath the shed, where they have since developed a highly advanced civilization and are slowly plotting the conquest of the earth.
Ok, that one's going over my head.
Sorry meme joke
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While I was out and about yesterday, I stopped in at Total Wine and More to see if the idiots that run the place had listened to my suggestion about stocking Sam Smith's IPA. They haven't, hence the use of the word "idiots".
However, they did still have Dogfish Head's Beer for Breakfast Stout. That's a damned good beer, so I bought two six packs.
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After I as done watching my TV shows last night, I heard a cough from upstairs, and realized it was a child who was NOT in her bed. Or even her room.
So I walked upstairs, and there was baby girl, asleep on the floor just a few feet from the stairs. I may have to start putting the gate up on her room again.
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This morning a cat came very close to having it's misbegotten life ended by yours truly. It's the same cat which has been hanging around outside all day for the last few days, trying to get in my house whenever we go in or out the door. It has done this before, a few months ago, then disappeared.
Anyway, this morning, it was on our doorstep. I scatted it, and it ran up into the tree, then down by some bushes.
Baby girl was walking out to the car, and stopped to look at the cat. While staring at baby girl, the cat crouched in a stalking pose, then started running towards her. Right then and their, I almost tried to end it. If it had hurt, I guarantee I would have ended it.
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So, earlier this morning, when I was finding something on TV for the boy to watch before school, I came across Dragonslayer. The movie had just gotten to the point of the final fight between Ulrich and the dragon. So I let him watch it. He liked it.
Anyway, I checked to see what other show times the movie might have, and set my DVR to record an afternoon showing. Just finished watching it a few minutes ago.
F#~~, what an awesome movie. I read on IMDB that Peter MacNicol is embarrassed by it. What the ever-loving f%&$?!? Dude, you got to star in your film debut with a legend of the acting craft - Ralph Richardson. What the f%*@ do you have to be embarrassed about?
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Took a drive up to the Lowe's and Home Depot located near the interstate. Neither one of them had the rebuild kit for my backflow preventer. Dang blast it!
Then I recalled an Ace Hardware not far from the house. Sure enough, they had it. At home, after about 10 minutes (5 of which were spent watching a youtube video to make sure I didn't miss anything), and the BP fixed and operating properly.
Woot!
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My younger brother and I received a text from our cousin in Minnesota. Apparently, he and his wife might be coming to Houston this weekend so he can buy a car and drive it back. We're not sure of their schedule, if they'll need a place to crash, or even if they're actually coming.
Did I mention my cousin is a bit on the odd side?