I Try To Please

Today I was firmly told by a nice older fella I needed to get off my backside and post. I explained I was not in the mood.  Matter of fact I'm kinda ticked off...because -

Our home air unit is on the fritz and I'm sure repairs will cost us a pretty penny and the friggin unit isn't even eight years old. My Sweet Wife has strange worrisome back pains which will haunt me until we get a doctor's report. Our yard is a mess and when I have a rare afternoon to attend it the weather turns against me. My reading list is a mile long and continues to grow. I haven't time for my hobbies, which is dead skunk drag my butt in the mud kick a democrat in the knee awful.

So, here I sit with sore feet with my cell at a constant scream. Just spent the last fifteen minutes answering text messages. I'm about to throw this Blackberry across the room. There, see, two more beeps...

Oh, before I forget...to my constant reader in Everett, Washington - thanks. I appreciate it.

At the request of my lovely wife we went to the movies...you know, the kind of movie where other people sit in the same darkness with you and use their cell phones as flashlights, yep that kind. The title of this movie was 'God's Not Dead.' She loved it. I enjoyed the fact she loved it. I highly recommend it..on DVD. Truthfully it was a pretty good movie.

Rambling...this cell is about to drive me nuts. Just checked and it's Senior - he can wait.

Peace...it's all I ask. Beep....

Stephen

   

From This Side of Spring

Uncertain as to why I find myself tied to problems, and a bit lazy, time away from the blog is always difficult, so pardon me the time to resettle my life and I'll be back as soon as possible.

So, from this, my side of Spring, take care.

Stephen

Feathers in My Gravy

Today a nice older gentleman walked into my office and gave me a package, a heavy bundle, and it was cold. Its currently tucked safely in my little refrigerator's freezer.

This next weekend, Lord willing, I shall fry a mess of nice South Georgia plantation Bobwhite Quail. We'll have grits and gravy and homemade biscuits too. Of this I'm sure - I shall make a pig of myself.

Three pounds of dressed quail and grits make a fine dinner. I don't even care if I get a stray feather in my gravy.

Ya'll come.

Stephen

Meet 'Em at the Front Door

Five guns to scare your daughter's (or granddaughter's) boyfriend.

'Nuff said.

Stephen

Nope

Early today I came very close to a bulk ammunition order. Really friggin close. We're talkin' finger paused above the key...then I did the math.

It's hard to justify fifty odd cents a round.

Not gonna do it, and that's all I have for the evening. Now I need to reply to all your kind comments.

Later.

Stephen

On Hold

Still here just knee deep in business. I promise I'll be back ASAP.

Until then, stay safe out there.

Stephen

Just Because

It's been a long hard day of doctor visits (x2), third world box stores, and banks. Spent most of the day with a Kindle stuck under my nose.

I feel like the pooch in the tub...

Stephen