[I was going to say “Good Ole Boy” but we all know that just won’t work in this context.] Mr. Big Food: Mississippi State University– Mississippi’s flagship research university–College of Arts & Sciences Researcher of the Year Later this same day Mr. Big Food: Master Griller and proud grill owner. Just a Good Old Boy. Workin’
This was one. After the morning hoopla of going to the pasture and surfing the world wide web, I finished up a book organization project and sort of refreshed my memory of a small collection of paperback texts I’d picked up at Rhodes a few years ago– from the Political Science floor. Just sitting on the
What I just saw at hotair.com: “Sorry, this content cannot be displayed in your region.” Which is really funny because it displays just fine in the regions of Opera, Firefox and Chrome. Just not in the Safari region. Once again, good ol’ redundancy comes through again.
All of the tomatoes are in the ground except for the pear and cherry tomatoes.
Wish me luck. I need a good haul this year.
Evidence. Testify. That’s cherry jello down there on the bottom. With a small can of pineapple mixed in. And then a layer of whipped cream with cream cheese– I’m not kidding– and then chocolate pudding. There are variations. What other jello-pudding combinations can we think of?
We were sitting out on the patio the other evening listening to the Redneck Collection and this Bobby Bare song came on. From Metrolyrics: “Streets Of Baltimore” is track #15 on the album The Storyteller: The Anthology 1960-1983. It was written by Howard, Harlan / Glaser, Tompall. I sold the farm to take my woman
I’m trying. I really am. Honest. I hope to post a recipe or two very soon. Honest. (We planted 38 tomato plants today! And some basil. How’s your bruscetta coming along?)
but I’m going to editorialize a bit on something I came across via Instapundit.com And I certainly don’t copy-paste long quotes from recent things, but I’m making an exception because as a history hobby-ist I found this interesting. No, modern academia, we are not going keep subsidizing the progressive fantasylands that are the colleges of
An email to Daughter C & Kat: Dear Caroline & Katherine– I looked into flying several weeks ago. It was a colossal waste of time and it weren’t cheap especially when you threw in trying to get to G’boro to borrow a car or rent a car at RDU… . Here are my factors. I
This happened so recently so as to be considered news. We went shooting Saturday morning. It was a beautiful morning for shooting guns. So damp and overcast after the storm that the report from the guns reverberated across the cotton field. Nico had never shot a gun before but she was anxious to try. Here’s
Continuing the mini-series “What I didn’t blog about but considered blogging about.” There were storms blowing through Friday night. We had a guest staying in the Jager Haus (formerly known as the Bunkhouse). Mike was here, staying in the back bedroom. I was tracking radar on multiple sites and… wait for it… paying attention to
You cannot make this stuff up. Sometimes, you just get lucky. 🙂 MORNING!!! The van ride picking up Sara who wasn’t in the Quarter was fun. It’s an interesting social dynamic how people distribute themselves in a van. Backseat Driver.
The Crappy Old Book of the Month is Instant Weather Forecasting. (Look to your right for more information on the book.) It turned out to be a rather interesting April and so I took photos of skies as I could though I wish I’d taken more. Here on some I took on April 16th as I
We posed this. As we were driving up we asked Pat if we could get a photo of her out in front of Sansing’s and she said of course. Of course, that’s before she went in there. It’s an interesting place and I bet if you’d bet against this ever happening, you’d have thought
Sunday evening update: I’ve caught up with the more interesting photographs in the archives and so we may now return to the present in which I have a lot to do. (You thought this country livin’ was easy, didn’t you? Sippin’ liminade and spittin’ teebaccky.) ~~ I’ve hoarded a few photographs from the last weeks.
UPDATE: Problems solved, I hope. Suek has alerted me to the fact that something is wrong with comments, and with “contact.” I’m dealing with Farm stuff– cleaning soot, have to get dressed up and go to Starkville soon, must eat lunch!– but I’ll get on it ASAP. Unless of course Kat sees this and
To be fair, this is what I’d heard. But I hadn’t until now seen the picture from above, only from below. A picture’s worth a thousand words, don’t you know. It sure is raining out there.
The good news is all the mammals just happen to be in the Big House. Fortune. 🙂
It’s getting ready to storm. There are a lot of people here.
I came across this at Instapundit. It’s about a man arrested for carrying a pocket knife. He died a week later as a result of “injuries received while in police custody.” Years ago I read a story about a pregnant woman wearing a long scarf riding an escalator. The scarf got caught up in the