I like blogs that detail the minutia of day-to-day life. I do this some, myself. To whit, Mr. Big Food slow-cooked some beef ribs for about 10 hours today and at the end of the day, we thought Missy might like a beef de-meated (delicious) rib bone, so I took her out on the patio
Incorrect hold. Keep your finger off the trigger until ready to shoot.
en Record. Mississippi summer. 80 degrees before 8am.
Thanks to long-time reader & commenter SueK for a story and a seriously good recipe. First the story… My Mom’s mom died when my Mom was 16, after a long illness. Because of the illness, they had a housekeeper. As a result, Mom never learned to cook. My Dad was in the National Guard, and
Once more, with feeling. Crappy old books. Via AoSHQ
This is a placeholder. It will take several more cups of joe before I will know where to begin.
Some years ago I studied The Grievances– the middle part of the Declaration of Independence. In the coming days, I will repost my reports of those studies with contemporary commentary. Also– SueK sent a recipe and I little story which I am also going to post tomorrow if she says it’s okay– stay tuned. Missy
I went out there and fed them, and hearing the thunder in the distance, decided to put some kibble in their bowl in their shack. On again, off again they darted into and out of their shack. They remind me of these guys: Stupid Sheeple.
Via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures
UPDATE below In Mississippi, 18.5% of the tax revenue collected each month is returned to the municipality from which it was collected. Each month our little weekly paper publishes the monthly and year-to-date (YTD) amounts returned for the current and previous years. I do not know why I hadn’t thought about gathering up these data
The Week in Pictures . Powerlineblog.com
Sorry. I didn’t really forget about you yesterday, I just had things to do. Fondly, Marica
Originally published June 17, 2012; Reformatted Two great ideas for when the lights go out, or when you just want to play like a Redneck. The first, Cooler Corn, comes via an email from Mr. Big Food’s Dad who I think gets more emails each day than Mr. Big Food (who gets a lot). The
There’s a land that is fairer than day, And by faith we can see it afar; For the Father waits over the way, To prepare us a dwelling place there. In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore; In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful
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