Back in the 1970's he put out a blue grass album called "Magnificent Music Machine". It was wonderful.
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I have heard it 200 times. I have memorized it.
Ditto here. 4.3°F in Smiths Grove at 7:00 am. It was supposed to get to 18° and we whizzed right by that.
Here is one that was a very famous hit for Jeannie C Riley. Tom T Hall wrote it.
News flash: Smiths Grove has topped 10°F!
You are having a heat wave. Global warming is real.
It's cold in dem dar hills....
Don't know bout dat, cuz I'm down in duh valley!!! Cold air sinks!!!!
I have a Belknap Deluxe standing in the corner of the living room that has the S & T price sticker ($12.95) on it......it hasn't been used enough to wear the paint off the runners.....I had always lusted for a sled as a kid......I bought this one off the Bargain Mart........years ago........I have spent the last few years buying everything I wanted my whole life and wouldn't let myself afford it.........saving for retirement was more important.......well.......I have been retired for quite a while so.........a boy has to have toys..........Do kids still sled? I'm sure they do.
I told the Director yesterday we could go to Cherokee park sledding.......we would have to get an Uber to sit at the bottom of the hill so he could drive us back to the top to sled again........
Hell.........sume of youse or even edumucated........... 😉
I went to the school of hard knocks.
Good morning! I'm going to get out here in a bit to look around. I've seen it many times but the countryside sure is purdy with a blanket of snow.
This post has taken me over an hour to compose.
This post has taken me over an hour to compose.
Slacker...."get busy living or...."... "Dang right..."
My wife is working from home today and I'm listening to the Jones Show. Kept starting and getting distracted. Also I've been steady blowing my nose and having a very hard time breathing.
It was 7° in metro lousewerville this morning...........got a text stating that my racing had left California at 1:06 on it's way to it's destination......and that it would arrive this evening 1/6/22.........no pigeon yet........I sent about a dozen e-mails to the Post Master Inspector..............nothing salty.....the last I told him was that if he wanted to spend a few hundred thousand dollars on a customer service study..........I can do it for him and have the results already.......their service sucked....
I did it my way.............I wasn't successful trying to post the Sinatra video.......
Get well friend and watch yourself........
My school gave me hard knocks.
Most of it is allergies. Specifically, cat allergies. Nose has cleared up and the breathing is a little easier after I coughed up half a lung. I have COPD that is controlled fairly well with 3 different medications. Mornings are the worst part of the day for me and my maladies.
Mine did too! I got a paddling with a broomstick one time. Pretty sure that was illegal, but I had to take it to show the wimps who the boss was. Didn't pay off.
I got paddled so many times. Dunn Elementary School(through 7th grade), Then Rouge High (8th through 12th mostly the first year when Carter got a hold of things and started the ruination...)
I had a second grade teacher who was teaching us cursive writing. The school year was 1950-51 and teachers had control of their classes. I was having a problem with a few letters and she called me up in front of the class and told me to hold out my hands. Palms up. She commenced to beating my hands with a ruler until they turned beet red. I couldn't even hold a pencil after that.
Then she told me to go back to my seat and write the alphabet again. Needless to say my letters were so pathetic I had no idea what I was writing on that paper. She did that a half a dozen times (over a period of few weeks) before I got the hang of it.
I grew up in a rural area. My first grade year was in a one room school house with 8 grades in one room and one teacher to handle all. My first school whipping was there. A guy named Carlos was acting a fool and I burst out laughing. Kind of like the second shove in a basketball game. I got called for the foul/whipping.
Sir, I attended third grade in the Cumberland gap school. It is historic now but I was in the last class before the building was converted to a historic building. Each row was a different grade.
I share your cat allergy. I mean it is horrible at times with my eyes watering so much I have a hard time seeing. Sneezing, coughing and shortness of breath are unbearable at times. But my wife and family are cat lovers so I just keep my distance and spend a lot of time outside.
They accuse me of making it up but I had an allergy test done and the cat allergy bumps from the test were off the chart. So I know. Plus when the cat enters the room or someone turns on a ceiling fan that stirs up cat dander I suffer.
My Darling has the same issues with cats. I have no feelings for house cats as long as they are not in my home.
The only cats I like are the Wildcats.
I was a young troubadour
When I scrolled thru D's door
I'll be an old troubadour when I'm gone!!!!
When I scrolled thru D's door
I'll be an old troubadour when I'm gone!!!!
God made cats to be in the barn to control the rat population.
So......you were taught by Ursuline nuns too?
My second grade teacher was Sister Mary Ann..........she told me I had the devil in me because I was left handed......she would tie my left hand to my side and I learned to be somewhat right handed except for cursive writing........mine looks like a skill saw was sat down with the guard tied up and the blade running........to describe it as sad.......is a compliment.......then after walking around with a scarf tying my arm to my side she declared to the class that I must be retarded......I hadn't learned to write anything legible and I couldn't learn to read.........and I still printed my name as ynot and it was almost the end of October.......
Opposite of you...when I started writing I was using my right hand. Me and the boys were hanging out one day and someone lit an inner tube on fire. As the fire climbed up to his hand, he threw the tube. A big glob of burning rubber landed on top of my foot where the tongue of the tennis shoe met my naked sockless foot. I tried to put it out with my hands but then my hands were on fire.
I got the shoe off and rubbed my foot on the grass until I could squirt it with a hose.
Jump ahead through all the emergency room and associated pain for the next few months...
My right hand was wrapped up for at least a month due to 3rd degree burns. Teacher made me use my left hand to do my work with. Turned out the writing improved immediately and she told me that I was left handed and to not use my right hand any more.
To this day I write left handed. Also I shave and eat left handed. Everything else is right hand dominant. I can do anything with either hand, but some things just naturally go to one or the other.
I type with both fingers.
I was a switch hitter during my baseball days. It was tough being the only bisexual on the team.
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I live a few blocks to the entrance to Seneca Park. That's where we used to go for sledding. 1st hole on the golf course was the most popular.
that is exactly the spot I was talking about.....
Only one rat needs to go, and he is leaving after this year.
I could not hit the side of the house swinging a ball bat left handed.......I catch and throw lefty.....I play the 5-string banjo right handed, guitar is the same, play some fiddle left handed and the upright bass left handed......the last two I learned as an adult......it just felt more comfortable........the banjo and guitar I learned by watching others at about 10 yrs old and there where no left handed pickers around.......sometimes you got to make do.....as a carpenter it was handy as everything to be able to swing a "trim" hammer with either hand.........it doesn't matter now with nail guns....
And now we can piss in the ladies room. Thanks communism!
