Remember that diesel powered back hoe I was tell'n ya bout yesterday? Well guess what....the guy buyed up a D-8 bulldozer yesterday. Drove that sucker through my yard an' park that sucker in my bed. Have ya ever sleep with a dad gum bulldozer? Ya wake of rather stiff ya know.....hurt a little.
Got me a little golf'n exercise yesterday. Went outside, grab me up a 60 deg wedge an' hit some golf balls straight up in the air. That didn't last long. Had to go sit down for a few. Then me an' Sadie Mae walk round the yard a bit. Dad gum damn goat follow us everwhere we go. "Ya got anything to eat in that coffee cup"???
Ok, before we get along too far this morn'n, let me tell ya how to fix a steak. Ya see, nephew bringed me a fresh grilled steak last night. I bite into it an' it don't taste like "meat". It tasted like the stuff he marinated it in. With no salt an' pepper. When God invented cows, he made them to taste just like Texas beef. An' that's what a fresh grilled steak is supposed to taste like.....meat. With a little salt an' pepper added of course. If'n ya want your steak to taste like marinade, sprinkles of spices or steak sauce......just put that stuff on a slice of bread an' dig in.
See, I tole you. That damn weather guy don't know nuttin. He said today would have a chance of rain showers, high winds in the 30 mile a hour range an' a bit chilly. Ha.....the sun is shin'n, there ain't but a slight 10 mile a hour breeze.....an' it's nice an' warm out there. I could'a went to the golf course. Oh wait....a gust of wind just blowed my door closed.
I suppose I broke nephew Frank's heart when I fired him. I didn't really fire him for the quality of work he was do'n, but mostly so I wouldn't have me a heart attack try'n to explain how to do the job. We talked it over this morn'n an' all is good. Now I got to figger out how I'm gonna clean all them damn winders.
Speak'n of golf ball swak'n. Have ya ever had something ya really like to do? Mine is golf ball swak'n. Ya get all excitis think'n bout it? But the weather stops ya from do'n it. Well, that's what happen to the old Billy Bob. Ever time I get all excitis an' make plans bout go'n to the golf course, "mama nature" puts in her two cents....runes (ruins) my plans. Wimmins like to go outside, get on their hands an' knees an' dig weeds out their flower gardens. Men like to go climb aboard their John Deere lawn tractor an' cut grass. All that kind of stuff is fun, but look out....here come mama nature. Well now, some that stuff is actually work.
I was sit'n over there on the couch last night for my 30 minutes of "think time". I do that most every night before I head off to bed. You know, think bout what ya gonna do with the rest of your life.....or tomorrow. Well last night, I thought up bout a hunnert things I could write bout on my blog today. That's NOT what my think'n time is all about. My blog shouldn't take up so much of my thoughts an' time. My god, I'm addicted. I like my blog an' enjoy writ'n on it......but.....it's taking over my life. Damn, I need a project of some kind.
I'll leave ya all now. Get me some shoes on an' get off'n this office chair an' go do something....for a change. Laters!!!
Got me a little golf'n exercise yesterday. Went outside, grab me up a 60 deg wedge an' hit some golf balls straight up in the air. That didn't last long. Had to go sit down for a few. Then me an' Sadie Mae walk round the yard a bit. Dad gum damn goat follow us everwhere we go. "Ya got anything to eat in that coffee cup"???
Ok, before we get along too far this morn'n, let me tell ya how to fix a steak. Ya see, nephew bringed me a fresh grilled steak last night. I bite into it an' it don't taste like "meat". It tasted like the stuff he marinated it in. With no salt an' pepper. When God invented cows, he made them to taste just like Texas beef. An' that's what a fresh grilled steak is supposed to taste like.....meat. With a little salt an' pepper added of course. If'n ya want your steak to taste like marinade, sprinkles of spices or steak sauce......just put that stuff on a slice of bread an' dig in.
See, I tole you. That damn weather guy don't know nuttin. He said today would have a chance of rain showers, high winds in the 30 mile a hour range an' a bit chilly. Ha.....the sun is shin'n, there ain't but a slight 10 mile a hour breeze.....an' it's nice an' warm out there. I could'a went to the golf course. Oh wait....a gust of wind just blowed my door closed.
I suppose I broke nephew Frank's heart when I fired him. I didn't really fire him for the quality of work he was do'n, but mostly so I wouldn't have me a heart attack try'n to explain how to do the job. We talked it over this morn'n an' all is good. Now I got to figger out how I'm gonna clean all them damn winders.
Speak'n of golf ball swak'n. Have ya ever had something ya really like to do? Mine is golf ball swak'n. Ya get all excitis think'n bout it? But the weather stops ya from do'n it. Well, that's what happen to the old Billy Bob. Ever time I get all excitis an' make plans bout go'n to the golf course, "mama nature" puts in her two cents....runes (ruins) my plans. Wimmins like to go outside, get on their hands an' knees an' dig weeds out their flower gardens. Men like to go climb aboard their John Deere lawn tractor an' cut grass. All that kind of stuff is fun, but look out....here come mama nature. Well now, some that stuff is actually work.
I was sit'n over there on the couch last night for my 30 minutes of "think time". I do that most every night before I head off to bed. You know, think bout what ya gonna do with the rest of your life.....or tomorrow. Well last night, I thought up bout a hunnert things I could write bout on my blog today. That's NOT what my think'n time is all about. My blog shouldn't take up so much of my thoughts an' time. My god, I'm addicted. I like my blog an' enjoy writ'n on it......but.....it's taking over my life. Damn, I need a project of some kind.
I'll leave ya all now. Get me some shoes on an' get off'n this office chair an' go do something....for a change. Laters!!!
Computers, blog writing, and blog reading can take up way too much of a person's time. But like you say, you enjoy writing a blog, and no doubt enjoy reading the blogs. I need to figure out how to do those things without taking up so much of my time that I should be spending doing other things.
ReplyDeleteI don't mess with computer stuff......like programs an' games or nuttin like that. But i do spend a couple or more hours every morn'n read'n blogs, some Facebook time an' read'n the "not so good" news every morn'n. Time adds up quickly.
DeleteAmen on the steaks! I've got to the place, where if I want a steak, I fix it myself. And don't over-cook it either! Rare to medium-rare with a touch of salt-n-pepper is all a good piece of steak needs. I really think the marinade craze was started to cover-up poor quality beef that should have been stew meat from the get-go.
ReplyDeleteJudy, you can cook me up a steak any ol' time ya want to.
DeleteI agree with cover up poor quality beef. By that I mean, cheap cuts that don't taste good no matter how ya cook 'em.
Hmmm, i like the steaks marinated, in Italian dressing,, ummm ummm good. And doing that does NOT make it tender,,,has to already be that way. Med rare, let those juices run down my chin,,, lol. Not gonna be cooking one tho, just can't make myself buy beef,,,was too high.
ReplyDeleteHmmmmm, I knowed a girl one time what liked her steaks covered with brand name steak sauce. I brewed her up a steak one time an' tole her there was no steak sauce in "da house". She don't use that stuff no more now that she knows what real beef taste like.
DeleteI like mine half ways between rare an' med. rare.....perfect for chin drip'ns.
And YES....beef prices are way too high.
Had an uncle blindfold us and make us take a taste test,,rare won,,,lololol... Not that dried out overcooked well done.
DeleteGolly, Billy Bob, it is nephew's thought and consideration that counts, eh? He loves you! Right now, I'd be delighted if someone would bring me a "baloney" sandwich, fancied up or not. Guessing baloney can't be marinated though - shucks! Darn, I'm starving, just from reading your post. That pot of soup you made had me almost slobberin' with desire to dig in, help myself!
ReplyDeleteGot me some frozen chicken pieces soaking in salt water, so it may be midnight 'fore I can eat.
Sure hope nephew didn't have his feelings hurt. Go over and hug that cook's neck; go on, it's easy to do. Ya hear me? and Freddie's too. Missed opportunities don't ever come again.
Well shoot Sissy, I got half that beef stew soup left an' you're welcome to all ya want. Otherwise Sadie Mae an' that damn goat is gonna get it.
DeleteMe an' nephew Frank is do'n fine. When nephew Joseph learns the correct way to grill a steak, he will get a hug too.
Do you know how many missed opportunities I have passed by in my life? I 'member one time this girl was gonna give me a great big ol' kiss. All I had to do was tell her I was sorry for forget'n to pick her up for our date. Shoot, I cain't remember every thing.