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Fathers Day Libation Assembly
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First? And I’m not even a Dad! And I don’t need mixed drink recipes!
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porn
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no ‘mixology’ required @ Chez Katfish….\%/ << shot of Jimmy Beam 'neat' and a frosty cold Shiner Bock
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Do you mix the whisky and the beer, or alternate your sips from 2 different containers? Or down the whisky, then drink the beer?
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I am willing to eat virtually any vegetable, however, I still have a problem with peas. A pea is a pea is a pea and even if you wrap it into porn, it is still a dang pea.
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I think it depends on Katfish’s mood. Some evenings merit a Shiner while others require bourbon.
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#4 & #6 – a resounding YES!…………….I’ve not ‘done’ a bourbon shot “boilermaker style” (aka drop the shot glass and all into the beer mug) since my younger 20s………..TexMo nails it – sometimes sipping each – sometimes downing the shot and savoring with the beer as chaser
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TexMo – from yours late last night – I indulged myself last Christmas with today’s version of my boyhood Benjamin 342 pellet rifle (today it’s a 392 although I see zero difference after over 4 decades)…………..have not shot it much but today’s version still pack’s the former’s ‘punch’ – i.e. 7 or 8 pumps will still propel a pellet thru 3/4 inch fence boards at 30 feet or so……..
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My large magnolia tree is shedding its old leaves a bit late this year. Could be the recent/decent rain we had, that finally kick-started it. I rake those huge leaves back into a circle around the trunk and then hose them down to sort of stick them in place together. It makes an interesting mulch ring, and gets the leaves off the grass for whenever I get an urge to mow again.
But when the magnolia leaves come down in May, it’s not so hot to be out raking! -
7. Consuming too many of an assembly can cause vomiting or bad choices in the opposite sex.
Or same sex or opposite sex if you’ve had a sex change or probably same sex in that case cause even though you wanted to change sex you’ve always been gay ……. Never mind, where’s my glass ….
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#8 KatFish, that is neat, for years I had a Sheridan pellet rifle which is pretty much the same. It got misplaced in the move from Wichita to Webster in the 80’s. 🙁
Mornin’ Gang,……Quick drive-by. -
Y’all take a moment sometime today if you would for the Sago Palm. It lost its “growth” overnight, just flat broke off. Tragic.
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Good morning Hamsters. Muggy but bearable 72 and overcast at 6; still overcast but regrettably no longer 72. The burn pile fire is still a smudge–all those wet leaves at the bottom–but not annoying the neighborhood so far, and the pile of ashes is considerably smaller. It might well continue into tomorrow.
So, everybody must be out and about busy on the Fathers Day weekend. Kudos to the fathers out there, and enjoy your day.
Late yesterday afternoon while looking out the kitchen window I spied a little gray squirrel sprawled out on the edge of the gray roof, asleep in the shade, probably trying to escape the heat. Something woke him, and he stared at me with his big dark eyes for a minute or two, me looking at him looking at me. Then he jumped onto an overhanging ligustrum branch and sprawled out on that, gripping it with all fours, and went back to sleep. He pretty much matched the color of the branch and would be as hard to see there as he was on the roof. Have seen them sprawled out straddling shady fence rails before but not this close to the house. It was much too hot to play silly games or bury nuts in the flowerbeds. -
In honor of Father’s Day, here’s an all time classic Saturday Afternoon Matinée and one of my top 5 favorites.
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TexMo from last night:
I can see a 1,000 fps air rifle in my future. 🙂
If you can get your hands on a 1000 fps air rifle in .22 or .25 you really have something there. The pellets are more expensive (relatively speaking to the .177) and the selection is not as plentiful, but the punch power is dramatically increased. My Dianna model #36 shoots .177 at 1000 fps and will punch a hole in a 1″ fence board with ease from across the yard.
1000 fps, regardless of the caliber, is really ideal as it stays under the sonic barrier and is much quieter to operate. Benjamin makes a single cock, .22 cal, nitrogen pre charged version that is said to be remarkably accurate for less than $300 with a scope. The linked one advertises 1100 fps with alloy pellets, with heavier lead pellets you should be around 1000 fps, really accurate and low noise.
As I mentioned yesterday, I found 2 tins in my stock that were cutting the same hole at about 20 yds in my back yard :>). Air rifles can be real picky about the ammo you run through them, so buy lots of different kinds and bench rest them to find the one that makes you and your new rifle smile. -
dangit, I kilted the blog . . . . . . .
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Everybody’s napping or out spending money for tomorrow’s cookout and gift giving.
Methinks the NFL safety and security folks have gone insanely overboard on selling the owners on limitations of what can be brought into the stadia this year by spectators/fans. That is they’ve unwittingly started their own “war on women and families” by restricting the size of purses/totes to a clutch purse or clear plastic bag a la your liquids in the airport security line. No seat cushions either or computer/notebook/smartphone cases. This is not an exhaustive list, just what I can recall from the article in the Chron and last night’s Ch. 11 news. And the “approved” clear plastic totes sporting team logos for sale by the teams are larger than the sizes declared for such totes brought in by the fans. Duh, somebody dropped the ball on that, NFL. Maybe y’all hired consultants from the Obama administration’s TSA?
Predict that the tempest shall at warp speed exceed a teapot’s dimensions and go galaxy class. Gee, they forgot about removing shoes and belts…. Perhaps the aim is to eventually create a secondary market for all the personal-characteristic-exposing x-ray airport scanners that have been junked? Not a peep about what the media are limited to bringing in, though. Maybe they’re on a Trusted Traveler list of sorts.
If anyone thinks that the player or coach spouses/lady friends’ annoyance will not immediately likewise annoy their men, that person is dumber than a sack of rocks and ergo overqualified to work in the Obama State Department. TV folks will probably like an enlarged TV audience as will their advertisers. Since we much prefer to watch the games on TV at home anyhow, we are mere spectators beholding this unfolding spectacle.
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Ms Adee: I could not give 2 hoots about football, so I really don’t care. I agree that the increased entrance restrictions will cause people to shy away from the stadiums, evidence of focus on the forest instead of the sick trees.
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Play it RAY! You are My Sunshine
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#12 Tim
It lost its “growth” overnight, just flat broke off.
It was probably your HOA, snuck into your yard and castrated your cycad. See the “landscaping decency clause” in your deed restrictions.
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#19 Katfish: I saw this: คนที่เล่นเปียนโน เขาตาบอด รึป่าว and had to translate it from Thai: He played the piano blind thing.
Solid piece of music, great rhythm, has horns, has a solid groove workin. -
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Ao I did a google image search for burgers, bikinis and Obamacare and found this. -
I hate to complain, but I didn’t see any burgers in your otherwise fine examples of interwebz searching.
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#26 – geeeeeez details details!
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wimmins. 🙄
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Checking in to see what’s happening this evening while spouse and I were next door with our dear neighbors who were trying to determine what was wrong with a mare who was down and in obvious discomfort. They asked if it could be colic, to which I said yes, call the vet pronto. They had never seen colic, but now they know what to look for.
Spouse stayed until shortly after the vet arrived and then went home, and I stayed until the vet was ready to leave. The mare had a partial impaction in the gut and received meds to soften and move it but needs to be watched carefully several times during the night to make sure things don’t get worse. Things can go critical fast with an impaction and require emergency surgery. We told them to call at any hour if they needed help. Also suggested they hitch up their trailer before they go to bed tonight, just in case.
Anyway doing that should make sure everything goes well and it’s not needed. We hope the phone stays quiet overnight. -
Happy Father’s Day, dads.
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I hate to complain, but I didn’t see any burgers in your otherwise fine examples of interwebz searching.
Kind of difficult to see but there are buns.
BTW talk to Google they are the ones that compiled the search results that I found appropriate for this forum. -
It’s your day, dads, but only if you were more than a sperm donor. To them, Iron Mary sez : “Avast and be gone ta everlastin’ ‘ell with ye and yer sago cone!”
The Google doodle for Father’s Day is a slot-machine-style roller depicting many sorts of dads doing many sorts of things. Click anywhere and it spins to a different combination. But the initial display is Black Dad. Trying too hard, for my taste. -
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Sago cones rule! BTW, I took the cone to another sago in the front. I do not know if that sago is L, B, G or T nor if it enjoyed it. Nor if I did it right.
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Miss my Daddy too. Happy Father’s Day to my Step-Dad who stepped in and did a heck of a job. He had no business having to come in and put up with a confused and unruly teenager, but he did it anyway.
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#34 Tim
That might qualify as molestation. Depending on what you did. But if there was no cone of any type on the other sago, it was a juvenile. You might be a vegetative pedophile. -
LOL, come to think of it…… 😀
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Looks like I kilt tha WAF thread. Sorry, Pyro, I know you like for us to have a lively WAF session most every weekend, to keep our hearts pumpin’ and our fingers flyin’ on the keyboard.
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Happy Fathers Day all you Hamsters who qualify.
Yesterday evening’s horse colic emergency appears to have passed successfully. Last I saw this morning the patient was standing up and grazing. Good sign. Also did not get a call from the neighbors overnight. Also a good sign. -
Adee: Your horsy neighbors were very lucky to have you available for help, advice and hand holding. Not to mention the poor horse being lucky as well!
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HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, Y’ALL! I spoke with my dad and my 2 kids called me, to quote SD, yup, life is good.
We are power-cooking here in Glorious Copperfield at La Casa Bonecrusher, lasagna is on the docket and will be fit to eat on Tuesday. -
perhaps I should clarify this statement:
lasagna is on the docket and will be fit to eat on Tuesday.
This evening it will be darned good, better than what most restaurants serve, by Tuesday, there may be angels knocking on the door to get a taste:>)
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So you’re saying the leftovers get better every day they’re in the fridge?
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for the first 3 -4 days, yes then it needs to be cut bagged and frozen.
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Back in for a quick look – Obamacare, bikinis, and sago palm castration. Could they be linked?
Thursday was a hectic day for me – I was planning on going to my mother’s care meeting, taking MIL to her doctor appointment (with the snazzy new ride/chair I bought specifically for hauling her around), then coming home to finish packing for the weekend with Lovely Daughter and Aggie Beau, as we began work on their barely closed upon home and then go to Dallas for AB’s brother’s wedding.
MIL’s appointment did not go according to plan. Her pain level was AT LEAST 10x the previous week’s appointment. The poor woman can’t move without whimpering. I swear, if she could move enough to get a knife or to even wield it, I think she would have offed herself just to escape her agony. Her doctor, after examining her, was originally going to schedule her surgery for this coming Wednesday, but changed his mind as we were carefully redressing her and asked the nurse to see if we could get her certified for surgery on Friday. Well, then, all heck broke loose as we tried to get her pre-operatized. By the time I got home, it was early evening (or “prevening” as Sheldon would say) and the best I could do was to go to the shop and load up some supplies for the work on the new house (and I had to cut off my Hubby’s attempts to give me every dang thing in the work trailer). He had planned to go on Friday morning, but he was going to stay and take his mother to the hospital Friday morning. I took “George,” our big floor cleaning machine so that AB could disinfect his floors after the urine stained carpet was removed, and then there was the wedding gift, work clothes, rehearsal clothes, wedding clothes, air mattresses, pillows, air pump, chargers for phone, some carts and dollies for hauling the crap everywhere, my netbook and work binders (I keep dreaming that I’ll actually get some work done)…I looked a refugee by the time I was through. I only forgot a few things in my haste and broken routine, and I made it to the new house with our helper (who’s doing the painting) well after dark but not too late to bum a bed with Lovely’s/AB’s friend for the night. It seems the a/c won’t work until tomorrow.
Friday morning came, and AB began working on the house as Lovely and I made store runs – to buy paint, tools/equipment, food for the crew, etc. The three of us left around noonish to go to Dallas in their car and attended AB’s brother’s funeral. The bride was absolutely beautiful, and the groom was appropriately enraptured, the nuptials were embellished with one of the ring bearers sticking his hand through the ribbons on the pillow and trying to make it flutter and fly, and one of the flower girls (who has Turner’s syndrome) decided in the middle of the homily to run up to the altar candles for a closer look. It seems that she like to blow out candles. She was corraled by a bridesmaid and shuffled back into the pew. So now the happy couple have their wedding stories to tell.
The reception was fun. I made friends with the “crazy aunt” on AB’s side and together we group danced and talked through the reception. Afterwards, we went swimming. I was exhausted, as I hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in 3 nights, and I had grabbed my fan that I use at night from Lovely’s car and that, plus the hot tub and hot shower, helped me to sleep. Until 3:30 in the morning when Crazy Aunt II jumped out of bed, stormed to the door, and tried to fling it open. She failed because the swing lock was still on, but it made a loud sound, followed by her cussing, and then she was in the hall having it out with someone. When she finally came back into the room, she explained that the first drunk who arrived at the room next door had made enough racket trying to enter their room, but when the second drunk arrived and knocked on the door for an hour for entry, she’d finally had it. So, I got some good sleep from about 11:30 to 3:30, and then drifted in and out until 6:45, when Lovely called me. The alarm clock had failed to alarm, and I had fifteen minutes to get downstairs. I made it with time to spare, thanks to my snood and my nearly pre-packed bags. And Crazy Aunt II, who reminded me that my bathing suit was still hanging in the bathroom, and did I want my fan?, and was this my thing over here?
We swung by the new house in Bryan, to drop off and pick up things. AB is still working there tonight, Lovely was off getting a few more things they needed, I introduced myself to their neighbor, and then I left.
I’m home and I’m tired, but we may go see MIL later tonight. It seems that she wasn’t operation ready on Friday morning, which I’m sure really upset her, but they’ve been working on getting the levels in her bloodwork right all weekend, and she’s been on pain meds, for which I’m sure she is truly grateful. It seems that tomorrow is a go, God willing.
So I’m washing laundry, putting away things, and I may try to catch a nap before Hubby comes to pick me up to go to the hospital. Oh, and I have several days’ worth of dishes to clean. Figgers. -
#40 mharper42
We seem to be one place the Lord sends horses with long-term, unusual, or intensive care maladies because He knows we will take care of them. Sometimes cats join the party as well. This is our 41st year of owning and loving Arabians, and the litany of ailments some have had is long enough that when a new vet associate of the equine clinic we use arrives at our place the first few times, we don’t relate the entire list, fearing they would never come back. We just say on some calls it would be helpful to carry a crucifix, silver stake and hammer, and garlic to keep the evil spirits at bay.
The statuary flowerbed St. Francis inhabits is close to the barn and always has flowers around him and the foal at his feet. He’s in charge of animals. Ours need all the help they can get at times. -
#45 TT
Paper plates and plastic utensils on hand for whenever you leave the house more than briefly, with explicit instructions to the men of the house to use them and dispose of them properly, or else. 🙂
Dear lady, it is a wonder you are still conscious after that whirlwind of a weekend. Things here on Hamster Couch were pretty bland in comparison.
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#45 TT
This sorta threw me:attended AB’s brother’s funeral.
since I thought it was a wedding you went to.
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AB’s brother’s funeral
Paging Dr Freud.
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Squawks: I can’t believe you spent your Father’s Day looking for bikini + burgers.
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Okay, I’m tired, dang it!
We went to a WEDDING! And it was LOVELY! I am HAPPY for the new couple!
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#48 – ^^55s Squawkster!!
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Quick drive-by after a wondermous Daddy’s day with Daughter and her Hubby. If’in y’all are wondering what happened to KatFish, he was @ The Vatican with Gracie. 😀
I just got back from Richmond and the girls are going bonkers!! They LQQked at me, when I got home, as if to say, WHERE THE H3!! have you been?
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Hello, any one home?
TIME MARCHES ON
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huh?
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Looks like most had plans for the day or the weekend. Hope someone has a Monday OC queued up ready to kick in at midnight. Check y’all tomorrow, Hamsters.
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Well, I’m here at the office at Richmond and Kirby, the Boss is here as is the receptionist, it is Monday, right? Have I fallen in a time warp or something?
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Good morning Hamsters. Not to worry, it’s just that everybody is in recovery mode from the weekend’s revelry.
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They must be going for the record.
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Hey I didn’t do it! (this time anyways)
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I guess Homer had too much Hebredian Turpentine.
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. . . .and TT is busier than a one armed paper hanger in a windstorm.
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