And you carry the fish in a:Had to look up croaker. The only ones I know look like my ex-wife:
I am standing right beside you WC. I smell pork chops frying right now.
Morning Legionnaires!
Weather pattern still holding at near 100° until tomorrow in which it goes back up over 100° for a few days more.
I have a correction to make. My wife told me her mother and brother are Pescatarians and not vegans or vegetarians because neither of the latter eat fish. Who knew? Who cares? I can't keep up with definitions of what people can/will eat. MIL is more of a Paininmyasscatarian. Give me my meat, deserts, and a good stiff drink then, leave me be.
But he saw all of Rose's career!Starting as a Reds fan in 1962, you missed a great Reds season in 1961. One of my all time favorite teams. Unfortunately they ran into the New York Yankees in the World Series and lost the series 4-1. The Yankees won 109 games that year and had the M&M boys locked in a home run battle until Mantle got injured. Maris broke the Babe's record that season. That Yankee team had it all.
One thing I remember about that World Series is it was during the cold war with the Soviets and the Press termed it the "Reds vs. Yanks" You could do stuff like that back then. Now someone would be offended. But it was a tremendous year for the Reds. Some of my all time favorite Reds were on that team.
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Pure cruelty! Only a DI would do such thing!
Pure cruelty! Only a DI would do such thing!
A FaceBook funny from one of my Arizona friends:
I was not in the Army/Navy/AirForce or anything else so please forgive me.
I was not in the Army/Navy/AirForce or anything else so please forgive me.
I though it was known as a drill instructor.
Yes, my avatar is the DI badge.
Both. While all the services have what is correctly named Drill Instructors the army calls theirs drill sergeants and the other services have different names for theirs as well. The marines use the official term of DI.I was not in the Army/Navy/AirForce or anything else so please forgive me.
I though it was known as a drill instructor.
That is how I remember it. Also you never call an Army Drill Sgt "Sir". You address them as Sgt. or Drill Sgt.Just jabberjawing Sir. The Marines have Drill Instructors or DI's, The Army has Drill Sergeants or uh "Varmints"...
But I liked "Varmints"...
EDIT: At least that's how it was before "Woke" came to be...
When I was on status, I had a recruit with that last name. His first was Max.That is how I remember it. Also you never call an Army Drill Sgt "Sir". You address them as Sgt. or Drill Sgt.
I still have my Drill Sgt Hat. I was suppose to turn it in when they sent me back home.
There are a lot of them in Oklahoma and Texas. The Oklahoma line are Cherokee.
The FBI will be at your door shortly given how things are going today.That is how I remember it. Also you never call an Army Drill Sgt "Sir". You address them as Sgt. or Drill Sgt.
I still have my Drill Sgt Hat. I was suppose to turn it in when they sent me back home.
Thanks to my wife I was able to save very valuable personal papers my mother had saved over the years. Some dating back to the late 1800's and most very early 1900's.
Mother had some very nice cedar chests that she kept her personal papers in. My siblings wanted the cedar chests. They arranged a clean out party at mom's house and I had to be on a business trip so my wife went in my place to help clean up and throw out. The cedar chest was emptied and mom's personal papers were piled up in a corner to be taken out back and burned in the barrel.
The papers and other things were meticulously kept and in order. Things in the large pile included many vintage post cards dated late 1800's and early 1900's. Love letters between my grandfather and grandmother over a 5 year period from 1900 to 1905. Various legal documents, one included my g-grandfathers land grant for homestead property when Chester A Arthur was President.
One letter was of particular importance and dear to me as it showed what life was like living in the rural South in 1919. My grandfather was a citrus grower and he would harvest his crop then go to other areas of the state and help other growers harvest theirs. That was common. Growers helping each other. One year he went over to Lake Wales to help a grower and was gone from home about two weeks. While he was gone grandma realized a new born calf was drinking almost all of the milk from their dairy cow and the small children did not have any milk. She wrote grandpa about the problem and he wrote back, kill the calf, the babies need milk. My mother was about 7 years old and she had an older brother who was 9 or 10. Grandpa told him to take his rifle and shoot the calf. Well Uncle Lee was attached to the calf and would not do it. So grandma wrote grandpa and let him know and grandpa told her to get the neighbor to shoot it. Kill that calf now. The babies need milk. And so it goes.
I am thankful we were able to salvage family keepsakes, I just wish my baseball cards could have been spared.
Here are a number of post cards I was able to salvage. They were headed to the barrel to be burned.
Toppin was lighting it up. Need that from him this year. Inside and out.
Back from dinner. I have to say the guy wasn’t a bad fellow. Owns his own home in his 20s, has a decent job where he actually works with an old friend of mine from many years ago (small world) respectful, offered to pay the check (not seriously, but at least he offered.) I can leave my Hutu Warrior spear over my office door and my Ithaca model 37 12 gauge pump in the closet —for now.
Haha. Maybe. Or maybe I’ve seen some of the losers out there and know how much worse it could be (typo corrected, by the way. My pump is a 12 gauge of course, not a .22)
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