Congrats to Allyson and most especially to Grace for coming through her surgery like a trooper.
Cmon, I need some more southern subjects!
barbecue. REAL barbecue, not that crappy Yankee substitute
Fourth of July picnics
skinny dipping
hayrides
gazebos
church socials
the time-honored tradition of keeping crazy relatives in the attic
barbecue. REAL barbecue, not that crappy Yankee substitute
or a serious kerfuffle: Barbecue sauce -- vinegar or tomato based?
If you want something to bond with, talk about your last family reunion and how the organizer completely abandoned family tradition.
Personally I favor dry rub, but for wet I'd take tomato over vinegar.
I'm glad that Grace's surgery went well. Here's wishing she gets stronger soon.
Ah, mac, do you really have to act your age?
Isaac was a ginormous pill tonight as well. Day after holiday brattiness? I'm worried he's coming down with something, so actually brattiness would be better.
Man, another fire half a block away. Actually, not even that. It looks cater corner.
That was by you? We totally heard it. Weird. Your apartment is not allowed to catch on fire, just so you know.
Isaac was a ginormous pill tonight as well. Day after holiday brattiness? I'm worried he's coming down with something, so actually brattiness would be better.
Incipient twodom?
That's what I'm blaming. Aliens replaced my baby with a toddler drama queen. It's not pretty.
I still wince when I walk by the little alcove in the BART station where Emmett had one of his most epic tantrums in front of 3,000 commuters.
FWIW, this morning mac is all sweet hugs and smiles.
I am terribly amused by the RC Heli vids and I'm thinking I'd better get one for my cats, already. And a video camera to capture the action, oh yes....
The South? Dudes. SEC Football. The one true conference.
Pallets on the floor, over the vents to keep cool. Skinny dipping. Dogs on the front porch. Dogs under the front porch. Dirt roads. One room churches. Whiskey based home remedies. Double wides. Old country music. Daddies. Hoop skirts. Fried freaking everything. High school football games. Ginormous belt buckles. Using everybody's first and middle names. Going to town. Piggly Wigglys and Big Stars. Well water.
I'm not sure it's my
favorite
thing, but what I find endlessly facinating is the sort of schizoid Southern Pride bit, boasting plantations, civil war reenactments and the confederate flag, while wanting to shove slavery and horrible civil rights violations under the rug. It's really twisted.