Sunflowers.....

Like them,

I too,

rise to meet the

sun .

Now There's "My" Sign.........

You'll Always Be My Favorite "PHISH"....

And about today......

Appitizer-Z......

Just makes your mouth water,

huh?

61 Brim and A Bass....

Fish - Heads........

Yep.........

We went there.

OOPS........

My Bad.

Guess I'm just a bit

"Near Sighted"

.......On The Water

Me, Mr. Liquid and Lou-Lou

ridin' the

"Raft"

Yeah,

the waters have calmed

and every things

gonna' be alright.

For the most part.

:)

Lou-Lou..........

Is also tickled about the sweet water.
Although, she fears that Buttercup might eat her.

Damn the island and that pirate!

I Open My Mouth.........

Only to exchange feet.

Behind The Blue Door..........

I went in there too!

{{{{twice, in one day}}}}

Happy.........

To be working out side of the old

"zip code".

Thank's ya'll!

So Much~

Me

T-Shirt.....

Moving On.....

I now move from beef to fish.

What's the old saying?

..........and feed them fish heads...............

( Fish supplied in one day by BR549 and Tres Man)

You dudes rock!

Ode to "Bo Ragon"..............

Therefore ,

it is important to refresh your memory on the etiquette of this sublime outdoor cooking activity,

as it's the only type of cooking a 'real' man will do, probably because there is an element of danger involved.

When a man volunteers to do the B-BQ the following chain of events are put into motion:

Routine.....

(1a) The woman does the grocery shopping.
(1b)WIFE WORKED LAST NIGHT HAD TO DO SHOPPING MY SELF.

(2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert
(3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill

- a drink in hand.

(3)MR MOM PREPARES THE MEAT FOR COOKING, CLEANS GRILL, PAUSE HAD TO MAKE TEA KIDS DRANK IT UP BEFORE DINNER WAS READY CLEANED COUNTER TOPS 3RD TIME SINCE STARTING
CLEANED PATOES POKED HOLES AND SPARYED WITH PAM, THEN ADDED A LITTLE GARLIC WRAPED WITH FOIL TO GO ON TOP RACK ON GRILL,

Here comes the important part:

(4) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.
(4)MR MOM PLACES THE MEAT, TATERS, AND OINIONS ON GRILL

More routine....

(5) The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery.

(6) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is burning.

He thanks her and asks if she will bring another drink while he deals with the situation.

Important again:

(5 & 6)MR MOM GOES IN SIDE UNLOADS DISH WASHER, THEN RELOADS, CLEANS SKILET FROM MORNING SHIFT, CLEANS COUNTER TOPS 4TH TIME, CLEANS TABLE, THEN TAKES OUT BEER BREAD FROM FRIDGE MADE IT THE NIGHT BEFOR, CLEANS BREAD PAN, SETS OVEN TO 350 AND SETS TIMER, GETING OLD AND CANT REMBER TIME ANY MORE HAVE TO USE TIMER. AND AFTER 2DRINKS BEST TO SET TIMER, (7) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.

(7) MR MOM TAKES MEAT OFF GRILL, RUNS IN SIDE TIMER GOING OFF ON BREAD, PUTS MEAT UNDER HEAT LAMP, GRABS BREAD OUT OF OVEN, JUST RIGHT LOVE THEM TIMERS, GOES BACK TO GRILL AND GETS TATERS AND OINIONS. VEGS JUST RIGHT PURPLE HULL PEAS, GREAN BEANS, MUSTER GREANS, AND FRIED OCRA.

More routine....

(8) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces, and brings them to the table.
(8) SETS TABLE, TELLS KIDS TO GET THEIR OWN UTENSILS......

.(9) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.

(9)AFTER EATING CLEANS UP, UNLOADS DISH WASHER AND RELOADS TO START ANOTHER LOAD,
SETS OUT EGGS. CHEEZE MUSHROMS,

CUTS UP OINION LEFT OVER FROM DINNER,

MAKES WIFE A EGG OMLET, WAKES UP WIFE TO GO TO WORK,

ITS MORNING TIME FOR HER.

And most important of all:

(10) Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts.

(10) GETS NO THANKS FROM ANY ONE OLDEST SON GETS IN TRUCK, GOES TO GIRL FRINDS HOUSE,
SECOND SON GOES TO LAKE TO FISH THEY HAVE LINES SET OUT MIGHT BE BACK AT DAY LIGHT AND HE WILL EAT UP MOST OF

THE LEFT OVERS. BABBY SON TURNS ON HIS WEE HOOKED TO MY TV. SO I WAVE BY TO WIFE GOING TO WORK AND

TURN ON HWY 61 BLUES ON RAIDO MPB..

(11) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed 'her night off.'And, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there's just no pleasing some women....

(11) MAN HAS TO TALK TO HIM SELF WOMAN STILL ON NIGHT SHIFT, 15 YEARS AND COUNTING
AND THANKS GOD, HE DOES ALL THINGS,

IF SHE WAS NOT ON NIGHT SHIFT WE WOULD BE DIVORCED HOW ELS COULD WE STAY TOGETHER FOR 22 YEARS AND STILL GET A LONG..

PAUSE, CANT REMBER IF I CUT THE WATER OFF

AT THE BARN, DID I FEED THE HEFFIERS IN LOT.

GOES TO BARN FEEDS REMBERS DID NOT CUT WATER ON SO WATERS CALFS.
WORK CALLS FIRE TRUCK BROKE DOWN, GOES TO WORK, LOOKS AT HOW MANY HOURS HAD TO WORK THIS WEEK AND KNOWS WHY THEY HAVE ME ON SALARY.

GETS HOME TO COOK KIDS THEIR MORNING GRUB. SHOWERS AND GOES BACK TO WORK, WIFE CALLS TO TELL ME

SHE IS GOING TO BED.

AND IT ALL STARTS OVER WHEN I GET OFF WORK.

WHAT ELS BUT KIDS DO YOU HAVE TO LIVE FOR..
WORK TO LIVE
LIVE TO WORK.

Ya'll have a good one!

" Value yourself.
The only people who appreciate a doormat
are people with dirty shoes."

AND MY FAVORIT.

"You do not live in an unjust world created by others...
For the most part, you live in a world created by your attitude."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

P.S. and by the way:

I commend you on this one!

You delight me.

Me

Liquid Justice......

{{{{{psftttttttttttt}}}}

Yep.
That's the sound of me opening my beer.
Memorial Day.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
What a memory.

I am just now awaking for the day and having a cold beer as the coals on my grill heat up and I make this post.
I'm gonna have B-BQ ribs on the grill today.
My children are on the beach with my parents and will not be home until Friday.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

My weekend was most uneventful which is not a surprise considering I spent the better part of it in jail.
Yep.
I sure did.
No one's fault but my own and even at that, I do not see it as a fault.
It's a new day for Liquid and she's not in the least bit bothered by it.
Again,
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

You know, some games just aren't much fun when you are forced to play them by all by yourself.
This, I know to be the truth, for one bitch in my area anyway.
Yep.

On Friday night, around 11:22 p.m. I took it upon my self to settle a personal dispute.
Well, I wouldn't call it a dispute, actually, just an end to something that I did not start but did,
damn well finish.

I have been hearing lots of "BS" coming 'round the corner from one of my female neighbors, about me.
To which I cannot help but "sigh", since I am one of the most entertaining people I know with lots of truth to play with. Lies are not necessary in the least when it comes to what Liquid is up to.

So anyway, on Friday night, I loaded up my stick and drove down to the neighborhood "bitches" house and put my vehicle in park. Didn't even bother to turn it off since I knew exactly how and how long my conversation would be.

I knocked on the door, to which I was greeted by the bitch herself.
Yep.
In her usual drunken manner she answered and looked a bit surprised, if I must say so myself.

I asked her to step outside to which she granted my wish, but not without almost busting her ass on the bottom step of her modular home. I almost felt pity for her at this point. Imagine that.

I confronted her with the "rumors" I had been hearing and asked her if it was true that she'd been saying these things. I guess I started the conversation with that for my own entertainment since I had recorded proof that she'd actually said these things. But, not unlike most creepy bitches you know, she denied, denied, denied it all and even took her lies to the next level.
That's OK. I knew she would.
Yeah.
That was the entertainment I was looking for.
:)

I asked her at some point in her "Blabber" to hold that thought.
Hard for her to do, I know, but hey, I was caught up in amusement.
Whatever.

I then walked over to my vehicle on the driver's side and took out my stick.
I walked back over to her as her eyes bulged out in a state of shock.
I giggled at one point, I think. Not sure if it was out loud but I think it was.
Anyway...........
I then proceeded to whip her ass from head to toe with my new friend, the stick.
About 13 or 14 good whacks.
I didn't knock her ass out until like the 11th smack........I sure would have hated for her to miss all my fun.
{{{{WHAP}}}}
When she went down I stood over her and took in the moment.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" the smell of fresh blood on gravel.
Whooda-thunk it would smell so good?
Not I.
Till now.

I then loaded up my stick followed by my body and put my vehicle in reverse.
I drove out of her driveway and hung a left, towards town.
I kept on driving until I reached the Sheriff's department and pulled right in the front of the door.
Proceeding into the booking area I introduced myself followed by my driver's license and told them I was there to be arrested.
You cannot imagine the "BLANK" look on the deputy's face!
Makes me wish I'd taken my camera with me.
{{{NOTE TO SELF}}}

They asked me for what crime did I need to be arrested to which I replied with the most sincere honesty I am capable of.

"Assault", I said.
"No need to waste tax payers money on gas to come and pick me up out in Pine Springs, I'm here and I confess."

Of course I had to go through all of the details for them to which I promptly did with a cigarette and a gracious cup of coffee.

Yep.
They booked me alright. So I spent 4 days in the Lauderdale County jail this weekend.
Not bad at all.
Mission accomplished.

The really neat thing is that they did not charge me with "Attempted Murder" because I came in willingly and of my own free will.
And I assured them that if I'd wanted to kill her, I would have.
No attempt by me.
They knocked it down to Assault With a Deadly Weapon.
Cool.
But I've still got my stick and I've got three more bitches to go.

I told them that too.

I figure I'll strike every other Friday.
No particular order.
But let this be a note to those of you who are reading this and know that you're on my damn list.
I will NOT pull into another driveway.
You'll know I'm there when you see me.
Even if briefly, you'll know WHY I am there.
No need for conversation with the rest of you.

{{{{{pfssssssssssssst}}}}}

Damn these ribs are gonna be good!

Peace.

Happy B-BQ'ing!

We are about to enter the summer and B-BQ season which is usually kicked off this weekend for Memorial Day festivities.

Therefore it is important to refresh your memory on the etiquette of this sublime outdoor cooking activity, as it's the only type of cooking a 'real' man will do, probably because there is an element of danger involved.
When a man volunteers to do the B-BQ the following chain of events are put into motion:
Routine.....
(1) The woman does the grocery shopping.
(2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert.
(3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill - a drink in hand.
Here comes the important part:
(4) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.
More routine....
(5) The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery.
(6) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is burning. He thanks her and asks if she will bring another drink while he deals with the situation.
Important again:
(7) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.
More routine....
(8) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces, and brings them to the table.
(9) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.
And most important of all:
(10) Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts.
(11) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed 'her night off.'
And, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there's just no pleasing some women....

Ya'll have a good one!

Me

You Are a Lemon Cake

Strong, sexy, and overpowering. You know who you are, and you're not afraid to show the world your fabulous self. You're confident, charming, and extremely popular.

What Kind of Cake Are You?

This Thing We Call Media.......

Media.

Media.

Media.

Lemme' tell you something..........

Media Matters!

Go on over and visit Struke and leave a comment, please.

There's a bunch riding on our "take" of the media and Struke nails it every day!

Show your love!

Thanks,

Me

Arrrrrgh.....

(To be posted VERY LOW on the refrigerator door, at pet nose height.)

Dear Dogs and Cats:

The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food.

The other dishes are mine and contain my food.

Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack.

Beating me to the bottom is not the object.

Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king-sized bed.

I am very sorry about this.

Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort.

Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep.

It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible.

I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom.

If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob, or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open.

I must exit through the same door I entered.

Also, I have been using the bathroom for years--canine or feline attendance is not required.

The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt.

I cannot stress this enough!

Thank you,

Mom

Just Dance!

I found this over at SATURDAY KNIGHTS blog.

{{{This blog is a MUST visit, by the way!}}}

I just had to have it over here to remind myself to take the time I need to just

DANCE!

"Cradle Your Head In Your Hands....."

{{{{{{.......and she reads my beads......}}}}}

I cannot quit humming this tune.

:)

"Just Breathe"

Smoke.....

So,

I was burning off all the paper products last night that are left over as you deplete your cupboards and fridge on a daily basis This is that thing I do to help spare our land from the numerous "Mt. Trashmore's" that seem to keep popping up in our state, which does not necessarily make me GREEN but I, in my own little mind, feel that I am doing something to "help" our earth. Anyway, it was during this ritual of fire that I was enlightened by a magnificent observation by a child. Yeah, we adults just "think" we know everything! Eli, my stepson was poking around in the fire with a stick, as most of us do around here when there's a fire a burnin', when he lifted it from the coals, and as it sent smoke into the air, he said:

"Did you know that smoke is Gods soul?"

{{{{Hobadigidetaflicka tish!}}}}

I cannot even remember what I was doing when he told me this but for a precious moment, the world and time stood still.

I looked at Eli and he was fixated on my eyes and then he so sweetly, simply smiled.

Now, I don't know what ya'll learned yesterday........

as we should each learn ONE new thing everyday,

but I was sent a message through an angel.

Ya'll have a good one today!

I'm looking for more stuff to burn!

Me

*

Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.

Warning:

..............Bad language below...............

Friday's F**k Fest......

{{{{ I feel better now. How about you?}}}}

Old Love Notes.........

Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah,

and

YOU

cry!

{{{{oh, the nerve}}}}

Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah,

Blah, Blah,

may

I ASK,
why?

Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah,

yeah,

Baby.

Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah.

Oh,

and did I mention,

" Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah.

Funny story:

"Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah,

oh,

yeah,

like

I've never heard this

one

before,

from
YOU

Ok,

so,

as

YOU

were

saying,

"Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah."

Would you care for something cool and refreshing to drink?

"Excuse me, I NEED fluids..............

{{{{watttttttttttterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, pleeeeeeeeease!?}}}

We both know

this will last,

well beyond...

"Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah

at least,

until the "invisible" cows come home.

".........Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah,

Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah,

Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah.

Thank you for inviting

US

to dinner.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thank

YOU

for changing my tire today.

Was your bath

Warm enough?

Nap,

Long enough?

Has your itching

stopped?

And just in case

.........YOU.......

Weren't

listening,

Thank you,

for the same ole'

"Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah

Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah,

Blah, Blah.........

Now,

lemme' think........

I'm sure I forgot to mention....

something!

Oh, yeah,

silly me!

"BLAH!"

Taming Dragons....

(Original painting by Joey Horne)

Today

From my heart,

I attempt to

tame a plethora of dragons.

Dragons

that will continue to live in the way they do,

way beyond the days

I stop breathing fire too.

Oh, how the seconds fly

through

endless generations

of dragon's past.....present.....and future.

My love for my neighbors and the love of

my family,

rest solely on my sword,

or dropping, thereof,

I slice the moment with a desire and my plea,

to just let things.......

Be.

Give me strength to be heard

and to be felt

and most importantly,

to be understood.

I no longer hold my breath.

~Me

Late....

I have been away from my computer for the past several days
but would like to say

that I hope each of you,
Mother's
had a
wonderfully

special day!

Mine was great!

:)

Cow Fight....

To Whom It May Concern:

Mississippi Artist - L V. Hull

I just had to post this here on my page!

Chelle,

is the one who introduced me to this wonderful video!

An incredible and colorful artist

who has now begun to decorate heaven with colorful dots!

God bless and rest her sweet soul.

{{{I soooooooo stole this.......but don't remember from whom!}}}

It's Gettin' Hot In Here..........

Sweet Daisy....

~This is a re post ~

In celebration

of the life

and the passing

of my bestest friend

in the whole wide world.

"DAISY DUKE"

{{{I'm a ding-bat}}}

I accidentally deleted the post trying to remove a duplicate photograph.

I want to thank you

each and all

for sharing your loving memories and comments

about your dearest pets.

One of my favorite was from Sandy

she said,

"Dogs Don't Go To Heaven ~ They Are Heaven"

Again,

You each

helped me pull through

yet another rough spot.

Thank Ya'll

So Much~

Me

The River....

Our quaint little camp on the Tombigbee River in Alabama.

The place where you go to clear

both your head and your soul.

Just Trippin'.....

No words.

A Wink....

Is all it takes, sometimes.

Slow Down........

It's the weekend......well, almost!

And Lemme' Tell You Something......

1. Never slap a man who's chewing tobacco.
2. Never kick a cow chip on a hot day.
3. There are 2 theories to arguing with a woman...

neither works.
4. Never miss a good chance to shut up.
5. Always drink upstream from the herd.
6. If you find yourself in a hole, stop digging.
7. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it and put it back in your pocket.
8. There are three kinds of men:
The ones that learn by reading.
The few who learn by observation.
The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence
and find out for themselves.
9. Good judgment comes from experience,

and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.
10. If you're riding' ahead of the herd,
take a look back every now and then
to make sure it's still there.
11. Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier'n puttin' it back in.
12. "Once, after eating an entire bull,
a mountain lion felt so good he started roaring.
He kept it up until a hunter came along and shot him."

The moral:
When you're full of bull, keep your mouth shut.

and

most importantly

13. NEVER squat with your spurs on!

GROWING OLDER...

First ~ Eventually,

you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age

start bragging about it.

(Well, for some of us anyway!)

Second ~ The older we get,

fewer things seem

worth waiting in line for.

Third ~ Some people try to turn back their odometers.
Not me, I want people to know 'why' I look this way.
I've traveled a long way

and some of the roads weren't paved.

Fourth ~ When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to youth,

think of Algebra


Fifth ~ You know you are getting older when

everything either dries up or leaks.

(Unless you are a Ho Dawg and then it begins around 32)


Sixth ~ I don't know how I got over the hill

without getting to the top.


Seventh ~ One of the many things no one tells you about aging

is that it is such a nice change

from being young and stupid.


Eighth ~ One must wait until evening

to see how splendid

the day has been.


Ninth ~ Being young is beautiful,

being old

is beautifully comfortable.

Tenth ~ Long ago when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft.
Today it's called golf.

And finally ~

If you don't learn to laugh at

"trouble"

you won't have anything to laugh at

when you are old.

The End.

What Love Lives For....

a thousand seconds,

held within the many minutes

of each hour,

that makes up,

for each of us,

a single day,

which in turn,

creates the weeks that pass,

landing in the pocket of our hearts,

tending to add up to the months

that can seem so short,

while rapidly accumulating the years

that seem to fly us by.

if we are blessed,

.......not lucky.......

This would be

what I believe to be the the very moment

that made all the times,

both

good and bad,

all

worth the while.

but,

i'm weird.

liquid