Harvest Pumpkin Ale, I salute you!
Great taste
Wonderful aroma
A ten on the ale scale.
Category: Life
Playing the Pogo Stick in Perry
Studly Doright took today (Friday) off so he could spend time with his mom before she has to head home on Monday. Studly excels at finding fun locations for lunch, and he outdid himself today.
Just outside of Perry, Florida, is Deal’s Famous Oyster House. People drive for many miles to experience the cafe’s oysters on the half shell along with just about any other kind of seafood one might desire.
Now, Studly doesn’t eat seafood, so we knew there must be some additional reason he chose Deal’s as our lunch destination. It didn’t take long for that reason to be exposed:
This, my friends, is a one-woman percussion instrument. We believe her name is Zodie and her instrument is called the pogo stick. One plays the pogo stick by dragging it along the floor and tapping it in time to a recorded melody, while simultaneously spinning an attached tambourine and drawing a bow across a string. Simply put, my mind was boggled!
Studly was pretty proud of himself for introducing us to the pogo stick. I hope the video plays for you!
Oh, and the seafood was incredible. Saint Helen and I had fried shrimp and hush puppies. The breading was light and didn’t overwhelm the shrimp. Perfection. Studly had chicken. Silly boy.
Peace, people!
Thanks Spanx
My attention span’s grown shorter
With time’s relentless trudge.
Predictably, my waist has widened
As have my hips and stately bust.
With no hesitation have I turned
To undergarments stout and bold
For Spanx has kept my jigglies firm
While years have turned my assets old.
Colquitt, GA
Saint Helen and I visited the quaint community of Colquitt, Georgia, today. We had a scrumptious lunch at the Tarrer Inn, and then wandered around the scenic town square.
At one shop we purchased some lotion that’s purported to help alleviate the pain of arthritis. After one use Saint Helen was pleased to report that she had no pain in her hands. Of course she then had to sheepishly confess that she hadn’t actually had any pain in her hands to begin with. See why I adore her?
Colquitt is known for its murals, and for good reason.
Each corner building has its own mural depicting periods from the town’s history.
Once Saint Helen shares her photos of the town’s beautifully painted silos with me I’ll post them, as well. Of course, if her hands are giving her trouble she might not be able to hit SEND on her iPhone.
Peace, people!
Modern Witch
Even witches, it seems, are keeping up with modern movements:
What? No kale? Barbaric!:
Great use of Twitter:
Well, in that case:
How about a food processor?:
To all the modern witches. You know who you are!
Happy Halloween!
Dr. Phil and the Philanderers
I seldom watch Dr. Phil, but when I do it seems the episode always deals with someone cheating on his or her spouse/significant other. Surely his program deals with other topics, but I only get to see the philanderers.
Today’s show featured a woman who is cheating on her husband with an old high school flame. I found myself wondering why the husband doesn’t just say “adios, babe!” before riding off into the sunset. Likewise, her boyfriend seems to be waiting on the woman to make up her mind.
I’m not going to weigh in on the morality of the situation, I just wonder how a woman manages to get not one, but two men doing what she wants. Amazing. I can’t get mine to take out the trash.
Dr. Phil, can you help?
Gee, thanks!
Peace, people!
The Corruption of Saint Helen
I took my beautiful mother-in-law, Saint Helen, to lunch at The Edison in Tallahassee today.
I had an outstanding BLT. She had a strawberry salad. We both had a cocktail!
Well, to be fair, Saint Helen only had half of one. I drank every last drop of mine.
Rosewater Pink Lemonade shaken with Bombay Gin is a lovely way to celebrate October 29. Or any other day, for that matter.
Peace, people!
Let’s Talk About Buc-ee’s
Studly Doright, my mother-in-law, Saint Helen, and I made an important discovery on our recent trip home from the Texas Hill Country. No, it wasn’t an actual chupacabra, or a new, hotter than hell type of chili pepper. This was something way cooler and far more easy to digest–the mega convenience store called Buc-ee’s.
I’m not even sure mega comes close to describing just how big these stores are.
Above is pictured a small part of a Buc-ee’s food court.
Coke, anyone?
Buc-ee is a pretty big deal. Even the Travelocity Gnome paid a visit.
Need a souvenir of your Buc-ee’s trip? You’re covered!
I didn’t find a photo of the bathrooms at Buc-ee’s, but trust me on this, it was amazing! I felt like I’d entered the Buckingham Palace of restrooms. It was huge and every stall had its own hand sanitizer dispenser.
Oh, and as we left we heard the friendly, “Y’all come back now!”
God bless Texas. And Buc-ee’s!
Flight of the Flip Flips
Studly Doright and I just returned from a trip to Gruene, Texas, for a reunion of the Floydada High School class of 1975.
Always on the lookout for bloggable material, I had the marvelous idea of posting photos of myself on a variety of stops en route to Texas from Tallahassee.
I started out strongly:
Unfortunately, I quickly forgot all about the idea after the second stop. I might’ve been sidetracked by the quotes on the booths. 
Notice I was incredibly proud of my toenails. They’d been painted green to commemmorate Floydada’s team colors.
Due to heavy rains and cooler temperatures in Gruene, Texas, not a single person got to see my toes at the event. Their loss, right?
The reunion was incredible, though, even without my toes on display.
Peace, people.
A Profound Thought from an Ordinary Mind
One of the greatest inventions of my lifetime is the frost-free refrigerator.
My children will never know the agony of working for an entire day to melt and chip the rock hard accumulation of ice in the freezer compartment of a refrigerator. I only had to tackle this chore as a youngster when Mom got it into her head that it could be put off no longer.
I hated defrosting. I’d slosh hot water on my hands as I carried bowls full between sink and fridge. Then my fingers would stick to the ice and little pieces of skin would be left behind. And the cold, the bitter cold. No wonder I never had aspirations of becoming an arctic explorerer.
In the future there will be those who perform historical reenactments for the entertainment and edification of schoolchildren on field trips. Surely the freezer defrosting demonstration will result in the most oohs and aahs and expressions of outright disbelief.
“How barbaric!” the children will cry.
Of course that’s before they get to the dial-up modem demo.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 