Photo courtesy Karma Free Cooking.
So, nancson calls home and asks pop to drag out his Croque Monsieur recipe.
I ask pop, "What did your son want?"
"He wanted me to get his ham sammy recipe out."
...oh boo...
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Monday, May 10, 2010
CROQUE MONSIEUR "OH BOO"
Photo courtesy Karma Free Cooking.
So, nancson calls home and asks pop to drag out his Croque Monsieur recipe.
I ask pop, "What did your son want?"
"He wanted me to get his ham sammy recipe out."
...oh boo...
Sunday, April 11, 2010
BREEDING RABBITS "OH BOO"
Pop to a prospective friend a few years ago:
"So, you breed rabbits?"
"Yes I do."
"Tell me how you get through that little door on their cage!"
...oh boo...
"So, you breed rabbits?"
"Yes I do."
"Tell me how you get through that little door on their cage!"
...oh boo...
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
NEED A HAND "OH BOO" REPRISAL
oh boo moment #3!
But first a word from our sponsor:
Fuel was under $2.70 today! Which reminds me of another story altogether. Once or thrice when I went in to pay for mine and the children were with me, I'd go to the register and say, "I had a little gas on pump 4 - but I'm over it now!" my kidz won't go with me to pay for gasoline anymore...
And now to the next installment of "oh boo" moments!
My dear, sweet husband who absotively adores me CANNOT drive by a motorist in need. There could be several on the way home and he'll go miles out of his way to help them, or go get sodas or water for them while they await the tow truck or whoever. He'll even take them home or go get gas for them.
Once on a back road to work in Ellensburg, Washington, there was a truckload of male Indians (fisheaters) sitting by the side of the snow-covered road with a flat tire. he pulled over and asked if he could do anything and they, of course, said they needed there tire changed. So while they sat in their cozy warm truck, he changed their tire and went on his merry way.
Here in the semi-south we say, "Here awhile back" which could mean yesterday or a month ago.
Well, here awhile back when he was on his way somewhere over yonder he passed a man stranded by the side of the road with his hood up and he was up under it. It was a busy highway by Arkansas standards - twelve to seventeen vehicles an hour at least!
He pulled up to the guy and hollered out the window, "HEY, YOU NEED A HAND?" The guy came out from under the hood and turned around and lo and behold he was missing one of his HANDS! He said, "WHAT?" my husband, who by now was probably red as a beet said, "Um, do you need any help?". To which he replied, "Oh, no thanks help is on the way."
almost an oh boo moment...
But first a word from our sponsor:
Fuel was under $2.70 today! Which reminds me of another story altogether. Once or thrice when I went in to pay for mine and the children were with me, I'd go to the register and say, "I had a little gas on pump 4 - but I'm over it now!" my kidz won't go with me to pay for gasoline anymore...
And now to the next installment of "oh boo" moments!
My dear, sweet husband who absotively adores me CANNOT drive by a motorist in need. There could be several on the way home and he'll go miles out of his way to help them, or go get sodas or water for them while they await the tow truck or whoever. He'll even take them home or go get gas for them.
Once on a back road to work in Ellensburg, Washington, there was a truckload of male Indians (fisheaters) sitting by the side of the snow-covered road with a flat tire. he pulled over and asked if he could do anything and they, of course, said they needed there tire changed. So while they sat in their cozy warm truck, he changed their tire and went on his merry way.
Here in the semi-south we say, "Here awhile back" which could mean yesterday or a month ago.
Well, here awhile back when he was on his way somewhere over yonder he passed a man stranded by the side of the road with his hood up and he was up under it. It was a busy highway by Arkansas standards - twelve to seventeen vehicles an hour at least!
He pulled up to the guy and hollered out the window, "HEY, YOU NEED A HAND?" The guy came out from under the hood and turned around and lo and behold he was missing one of his HANDS! He said, "WHAT?" my husband, who by now was probably red as a beet said, "Um, do you need any help?". To which he replied, "Oh, no thanks help is on the way."
almost an oh boo moment...
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
LANGUAGE "OH BOO"
Pop has had multitudes of Hispanics and South Americans working with him for quite a few years.
He had a new Hispanic on the job one day and spent ALL DAY trying to find the right words to communicate with him - we call it "Spanglish" as do most other people. After about ten hours of THAT, he asks?
¿We're done por el día, do you want to regresar a casa? (We're done for the day, do you want to go home?)
His new employee answers in perfect Arkansese:
"Yeah, I reckon I'll just go to the house."
...oh boo...
He had a new Hispanic on the job one day and spent ALL DAY trying to find the right words to communicate with him - we call it "Spanglish" as do most other people. After about ten hours of THAT, he asks?
¿We're done por el día, do you want to regresar a casa? (We're done for the day, do you want to go home?)
His new employee answers in perfect Arkansese:
"Yeah, I reckon I'll just go to the house."
...oh boo...
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
"OH BOO" MOMENT 092908
Here awhile back...
For well over a year I'd been trying to get nancpop to either lay me off or fire me. I finally got a little more than angry last night and stated emphatically, "I REALLY HATE THAT JOB - LET ME GO OR ELSE!"
This morning (092808) I received this from him in my email:
Good morning Honey,
I have to let you go.Your position in the company has been dissolved.
Have a great day !!!!!!!!!
Love Ya
POP
...oh boo...
YAY!
For well over a year I'd been trying to get nancpop to either lay me off or fire me. I finally got a little more than angry last night and stated emphatically, "I REALLY HATE THAT JOB - LET ME GO OR ELSE!"
This morning (092808) I received this from him in my email:
Good morning Honey,
I have to let you go.Your position in the company has been dissolved.
Have a great day !!!!!!!!!
Love Ya
POP
...oh boo...
YAY!
Saturday, January 23, 2010
SHAMPOO & A SET "OH BOO"
here awhile back...
Pop had to go have a knee injury checked at the urgent care that all the guys in the company use - needless to say, it is run by ALL women - they loved him! They loved him so much, they'd call him when he was home to visit with ME to tell me how much they loved him...
They were due to have their grand opening within the second month of operation and were having open houses and raffles and drawings. Pop got in on that!
Then, he proceeded to forget about it after he didn't need to go back for any check ups. One day he got a call from their office to tell him that he'd won one of the drawings and he could come and collect.When he arrived, they snickered a little as they handed him his envelope with his prize in it.
What do you suppose it was?
A FREE SHAMPOO, CONDITIONING AND SET!
...oh boo...
Um, pop's totally bald...
Pop had to go have a knee injury checked at the urgent care that all the guys in the company use - needless to say, it is run by ALL women - they loved him! They loved him so much, they'd call him when he was home to visit with ME to tell me how much they loved him...
They were due to have their grand opening within the second month of operation and were having open houses and raffles and drawings. Pop got in on that!
Then, he proceeded to forget about it after he didn't need to go back for any check ups. One day he got a call from their office to tell him that he'd won one of the drawings and he could come and collect.When he arrived, they snickered a little as they handed him his envelope with his prize in it.
What do you suppose it was?
A FREE SHAMPOO, CONDITIONING AND SET!
...oh boo...
Um, pop's totally bald...
Monday, January 11, 2010
01/09/10 "OH BOO"
Zgirl went to the championship homeschool basketball games this afternoon.
We watched "Full Metal Jacket"...just because I'd never seen it before...oh boo...
Built a big salad, steamed some broccoli and made some scalloped potatoes to go with what pop had on the 'cue.
It's served up and nancson asks, "Oh, what's this - gamish corn hens?"
...oh boo...
After supper, pop, in all seriousness says, "I think I'm getting a feeling down here in my...(points to his throat)...philosophical tubes."
...oh boo...
NORM CROSBY - WHERE ARE YOU?!?
Malapropisms Galore!
We watched "Full Metal Jacket"...just because I'd never seen it before...oh boo...
Built a big salad, steamed some broccoli and made some scalloped potatoes to go with what pop had on the 'cue.
It's served up and nancson asks, "Oh, what's this - gamish corn hens?"
...oh boo...
After supper, pop, in all seriousness says, "I think I'm getting a feeling down here in my...(points to his throat)...philosophical tubes."
...oh boo...
NORM CROSBY - WHERE ARE YOU?!?
Malapropisms Galore!
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
NANCPOP DAD "OH BOO"
Pop and I were reminiscing here awhile back about special people in our lives and he recalled one of his friends growing up, a young black fellow (Richard) who had a stutter.
He, pop and pop's dad would always go fishing together throughout his high school years and after that lost touch for awhile.
One day many years later, Richard stopped by the ranch to catch up on old times and go fishing. Pop was so glad to see him and apparently so was pop's pop - he got all excited, grabbed him to shake his hand or hug him and said, "Richard, I haven't seen you in a 'coon's age!"
...oh boo...
Then followed it up with this, "No offense."
...oh boo...
My poor mother-in-law...
He, pop and pop's dad would always go fishing together throughout his high school years and after that lost touch for awhile.
One day many years later, Richard stopped by the ranch to catch up on old times and go fishing. Pop was so glad to see him and apparently so was pop's pop - he got all excited, grabbed him to shake his hand or hug him and said, "Richard, I haven't seen you in a 'coon's age!"
...oh boo...
Then followed it up with this, "No offense."
...oh boo...
My poor mother-in-law...
Friday, December 18, 2009
CHRISTMAS GOODIES "OH BOO"
My husband's engineer's wife and I have been sending baked goodies, homemade candy, and home canned goods for the past couple of weeks to keep all the guys in the holiday spirit.
Today, she sent "date nut logs" and he gave pop one to bring home - one of pop's operators went to unwrap it and asked, "Mmmmm, what's this?" Pop replied, "It's a stool sample."
...oh boo...
Needless to say, he frantically re-wrapped it and set it back where he found it! Wonder what he's been telling them all the treats I've been sending are?!?
Saturday, December 05, 2009
MJ "OH BOO"
This was playing on the satellite holiday music station when pop came in yesterday. Never one to miss a beat, he stated, "He was alive when he sang this."
...oh boo...
Monday, November 02, 2009
CANDY POOP? "OH BOO"
First of all, everyone who knows nancpop knows he is an expert in all issues concerning wildlife and bellybutton lint.
Since zgirl was a teeny-tiny, he'd hold his closed hand out to her and she'd put her palm out flat and he'd drop a Tootsie Roll Pop, money, a piece of gum, a lizard, a frog, or a small snake and yes, even bellybutton lint - it's a father and daughter thing - trust beyond measure.
This weekend at the cabin, zgirl was just sitting there unsuspectingly playing on her new Blackberry and nancpop came in from outside where he was, btw, smoking the limit of trout he and she caught the day before, when he held out his closed fist to her and she (like she's been doing for at least 16 years) held out her flat hand and he dropped what looked like a miniature tootsie roll into it.
She IMMEDIATELY went to place it to her nose to smell it first and THEN opened her mouth to make a deposit when pop said, "NO, IT'S A DEER TURD!"
...oh boo...
Needless to say, he went on to give us all the details on the deer turd.
...oh boo...
"YES! It is fresh - you see it's barely set on the outside yet warm on the inside if you pinch it. That means they were RIGHT THERE by the bathhouse moments beforehand!" He expounded further but we were so taken aback and hollering at him we couldn't possibly have heard ALL we needed to know about a simple deer turd.
...oh boo...
"PAPA! WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?!? MAMA - POP'S GROSS!"
I had no idea of ALL the virtues of nancpop when I said, "I do."
...oh boo...
Since zgirl was a teeny-tiny, he'd hold his closed hand out to her and she'd put her palm out flat and he'd drop a Tootsie Roll Pop, money, a piece of gum, a lizard, a frog, or a small snake and yes, even bellybutton lint - it's a father and daughter thing - trust beyond measure.
This weekend at the cabin, zgirl was just sitting there unsuspectingly playing on her new Blackberry and nancpop came in from outside where he was, btw, smoking the limit of trout he and she caught the day before, when he held out his closed fist to her and she (like she's been doing for at least 16 years) held out her flat hand and he dropped what looked like a miniature tootsie roll into it.
She IMMEDIATELY went to place it to her nose to smell it first and THEN opened her mouth to make a deposit when pop said, "NO, IT'S A DEER TURD!"
...oh boo...
Needless to say, he went on to give us all the details on the deer turd.
...oh boo...
"YES! It is fresh - you see it's barely set on the outside yet warm on the inside if you pinch it. That means they were RIGHT THERE by the bathhouse moments beforehand!" He expounded further but we were so taken aback and hollering at him we couldn't possibly have heard ALL we needed to know about a simple deer turd.
...oh boo...
"PAPA! WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?!? MAMA - POP'S GROSS!"
I had no idea of ALL the virtues of nancpop when I said, "I do."
...oh boo...
Monday, October 12, 2009
"OH BOO" MOMENT 101208
It was a dark and stormy night...
NO - wait a minute - it was a beautiful and sunny day.
We arose somewhat late as there was a huge band competition we were in charge of the day before as that day began at 0630 hours and ended at 2100 hours. Needless to say, we were dog tired which brings me to the near-crux of the story.
One of our neighbors was away for the weekend so pop took it upon himself to go get into his garage to use his air compressor to air up the tire on the neighbor's truck we borrowed from him in his absence without his permission...Okay - so THAT'S not entirely true - the neighbor is one of pop's "underlings" (for lack of a better word) at work - he also happens to be the son-in-law of the owner of the company pop has worked for for the past nearly seven years and as it is with good neighbors - what's theirs is ours and vise versa.
FLASH FORWARD!
Nobody has seen Sampson (Smoshmon to me) all day - for those of you who do not know the Smoshmon - he's the big dog about the hill - all ten or seven pounds of him - we saved him from his owners when we moved into this house - he was SUPPOSED to be a pug/pom mix, but he looks more like a bigheaded chihuahua - mostly because pop ran over his hind end with the suburban when he was but a few months old - the front of him kept growing while the rear was stifled...first "oh boo"...
our other dog - Fred (Ferdie to me) - whose HEAD, btw, was run over by pop when he was about the same age...second "oh boo"...kept barking ALL DAY LONG today - pop told me earlier in the day that the last time he'd seen Smoshie was when he was taking the industrial sized bbq to the carwash to give it a thorough cleaning. I'm now sure that Ferdie is worried about his sidekick, Smoshie.
It was a sure thing - Smoshmon had probably followed them all the way out to the highway and the rest of him had been run over in an attempt to catch his mind end up with his rear end. Yup, he'd finally kissed his own arse goodbye - in my mind i thought, "is that what he gets for chasing anything with four big wheels?"
I called him when i was in the garden, when I was burning brush, when I had a snack (which we spell out - S-N-A-C-K) because he knows what a "snack" is but if we spell it out it perplexes him. No Smoshie in sight...heavy sigh...
So now the entawr family is pretty sure we're never going to see the little guy with the big 'tude again. I'm moping around outside and keep hearing this tiny howling sound for a couple of hours and think there's a poor little dog in trouble somewhere - my brain is telling me that I'm just mourning for the Smoshmon and hearing things.
Awhile later it becomes more than just a hallucination and I begin following the sound, up the hill I meander - getting closer to the sound, thinking, "WHAT IF pop shut the neighbor's garage door when he BORROWED the air compressor and the Smoshmon has been inside the garage for the past TWELVE HOURS?!?"
I open the garage door in question and THE SMOSHMON comes flying out like a bullet, running, jumping, and whimpering - pretty sure since I'm the first one he sees that I MUST be the one who shut the door on him in the first place - HE WON'T COME NEAR ME!
...oh boo...
POP IS STILL HIS FAVORITE PERSON!
...oh boo...
See if i EVER let him out of the neighbor's garage again...oh boo...
NO - wait a minute - it was a beautiful and sunny day.
We arose somewhat late as there was a huge band competition we were in charge of the day before as that day began at 0630 hours and ended at 2100 hours. Needless to say, we were dog tired which brings me to the near-crux of the story.
One of our neighbors was away for the weekend so pop took it upon himself to go get into his garage to use his air compressor to air up the tire on the neighbor's truck we borrowed from him in his absence without his permission...Okay - so THAT'S not entirely true - the neighbor is one of pop's "underlings" (for lack of a better word) at work - he also happens to be the son-in-law of the owner of the company pop has worked for for the past nearly seven years and as it is with good neighbors - what's theirs is ours and vise versa.
FLASH FORWARD!
Nobody has seen Sampson (Smoshmon to me) all day - for those of you who do not know the Smoshmon - he's the big dog about the hill - all ten or seven pounds of him - we saved him from his owners when we moved into this house - he was SUPPOSED to be a pug/pom mix, but he looks more like a bigheaded chihuahua - mostly because pop ran over his hind end with the suburban when he was but a few months old - the front of him kept growing while the rear was stifled...first "oh boo"...
our other dog - Fred (Ferdie to me) - whose HEAD, btw, was run over by pop when he was about the same age...second "oh boo"...kept barking ALL DAY LONG today - pop told me earlier in the day that the last time he'd seen Smoshie was when he was taking the industrial sized bbq to the carwash to give it a thorough cleaning. I'm now sure that Ferdie is worried about his sidekick, Smoshie.
It was a sure thing - Smoshmon had probably followed them all the way out to the highway and the rest of him had been run over in an attempt to catch his mind end up with his rear end. Yup, he'd finally kissed his own arse goodbye - in my mind i thought, "is that what he gets for chasing anything with four big wheels?"
I called him when i was in the garden, when I was burning brush, when I had a snack (which we spell out - S-N-A-C-K) because he knows what a "snack" is but if we spell it out it perplexes him. No Smoshie in sight...heavy sigh...
So now the entawr family is pretty sure we're never going to see the little guy with the big 'tude again. I'm moping around outside and keep hearing this tiny howling sound for a couple of hours and think there's a poor little dog in trouble somewhere - my brain is telling me that I'm just mourning for the Smoshmon and hearing things.
Awhile later it becomes more than just a hallucination and I begin following the sound, up the hill I meander - getting closer to the sound, thinking, "WHAT IF pop shut the neighbor's garage door when he BORROWED the air compressor and the Smoshmon has been inside the garage for the past TWELVE HOURS?!?"
I open the garage door in question and THE SMOSHMON comes flying out like a bullet, running, jumping, and whimpering - pretty sure since I'm the first one he sees that I MUST be the one who shut the door on him in the first place - HE WON'T COME NEAR ME!
...oh boo...
POP IS STILL HIS FAVORITE PERSON!
...oh boo...
See if i EVER let him out of the neighbor's garage again...oh boo...
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
TRIVIAL PURSUIT "OH BOO"
here a while back...12/31/07 to be exact...
nancpop and nancson were having a rousing game of "TRIVIAL PURSUIT" - they use me to answer the questions when they don't know the answers as i'm a trivia buff - one who knows a little about many things and more often than not, one who doesn't know EVERYTHING about ANY ONE THING!
son to pop, "what are the names of the tubes that connect the ovaries to the uterus?"
after a moment or so of thought, pop assuredly replies, "THOSE, son, would be the FILIPINO tubes!"
...oh boo...
nancpop and nancson were having a rousing game of "TRIVIAL PURSUIT" - they use me to answer the questions when they don't know the answers as i'm a trivia buff - one who knows a little about many things and more often than not, one who doesn't know EVERYTHING about ANY ONE THING!
son to pop, "what are the names of the tubes that connect the ovaries to the uterus?"
after a moment or so of thought, pop assuredly replies, "THOSE, son, would be the FILIPINO tubes!"
...oh boo...
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
SUPER GLUE "OH BOO"
cheating husband gets his glue...er...due?
he deserved it and more - they should have super glued his eyes shut and his lips closed! of course i have no words to describe what the women deserved...
now for my true super glue incident with my own sweet husband:
it was summer, hot as hell and the ticks were out thick. we were helping a friend build his log cabin for the summer and camping on his creek while doing so.
as was common, in the evenings after baths everyone would check everyone for ticks and my husband said, "i have one in a spot no one else needs to see." so i checked and sho'nuff there was one buried right in that virgin skin where the thigh meets the goods.
i ran for the super glue as it's the best assurance you get the entire tick - they back out and freeze up in the glue - you peel it off - no problem...well except if you drop the goods onto the area where the super glue HASN'T dried!
...oh boo...
he deserved it and more - they should have super glued his eyes shut and his lips closed! of course i have no words to describe what the women deserved...
now for my true super glue incident with my own sweet husband:
it was summer, hot as hell and the ticks were out thick. we were helping a friend build his log cabin for the summer and camping on his creek while doing so.
as was common, in the evenings after baths everyone would check everyone for ticks and my husband said, "i have one in a spot no one else needs to see." so i checked and sho'nuff there was one buried right in that virgin skin where the thigh meets the goods.
i ran for the super glue as it's the best assurance you get the entire tick - they back out and freeze up in the glue - you peel it off - no problem...well except if you drop the goods onto the area where the super glue HASN'T dried!
...oh boo...
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
CUSSING "OH BOO"
i have to admit, nancpop USED to have a pretty foul mouth - he just wasn't aware of it until one day quite a few years ago, zgirl, in her tiny voice said, "papa, please stop cussing." it was at the supper table and he must have been instantly convicted.
the following sunday on our way to church, he dropped something between the seat and console while driving and as he's driving and trying to find the object, you could see the tension mounting - the rest of us were being quiet and awaiting the "eff" or "sob" words to come flying out of his mouth. waiting for what seemed a day or two, but in reality only long enough to travel about a mile and a half on a country road, when all of a sudden, he blurts out, "FIDDLESTICKS!!!"
we all gave each other the dumb dog looks and shrugged our shoulders - pop looks around at all of us and asks, "did i really just say "fiddlesticks"?"
...oh boo...
the following sunday on our way to church, he dropped something between the seat and console while driving and as he's driving and trying to find the object, you could see the tension mounting - the rest of us were being quiet and awaiting the "eff" or "sob" words to come flying out of his mouth. waiting for what seemed a day or two, but in reality only long enough to travel about a mile and a half on a country road, when all of a sudden, he blurts out, "FIDDLESTICKS!!!"
we all gave each other the dumb dog looks and shrugged our shoulders - pop looks around at all of us and asks, "did i really just say "fiddlesticks"?"
...oh boo...
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
TREE RAT "OH BOO"
oh sure, pop and i will have words once in awhile. like when he says, "you WOULD eat a squirrel if times were tough enough." me, "i'm NOT that kind of indian. i will opt out for tree bark, thank you."
in great britain, however:
THREE BUCKS APIECE?
...oh boo...
and to think we spend at least that much a week feeding the little critters!
...oh boo...
cajun squirrel chips, anyone?
funny photos of squirrels.
010709
Monday, June 01, 2009
A SURPRISE 4 U "OH BOO"
here awhile back...
pop called me from the road and said, "have i ever got a surprise for you!" "please just tell me it's NOT "wandering jew"!" "oh, it's only about six sprigs."
in some places it needs to be mowed...
oh boo...
remind me to tell you about the time he thought he was bringing me a bouquet of goldenrod...
pop called me from the road and said, "have i ever got a surprise for you!" "please just tell me it's NOT "wandering jew"!" "oh, it's only about six sprigs."
in some places it needs to be mowed...
oh boo...
remind me to tell you about the time he thought he was bringing me a bouquet of goldenrod...
Friday, May 29, 2009
THREE AMIGOS "OH BOO"
here awhile back...it was actually about seven years ago, give or take a few months, one of our buttercup hens put out four cornish roosters - strange but true.
these four grew and traveled together and were quite ornery - not like all our other chickens. they had no romance about them when wooing the hens - it was more a slam-bam, thank you ma'am and they were more apt to pull the neck feathers out of the females than the other roosters.
ALL the other roosters would do their rooster dance and it is really something to see how they "court" the hens.
the cornish roosters in question were unruly and one in particular would come into our breezeway and peck at a styrofoam cooler i'd take when i went to town to keep frozen goods in until i got home. wellllll, one day i just couldn't keep that rooster out of the breezeway - i'd open the door and hurl everything in sight at it and it would just return a few moments later and commence to pecking the cooler apart.
yeah, i know - i should have brought the cooler in and had moved it on a number of occasions trying to hide it from them - there was no room inside for one more thing! DAYAMIT~it's my cooler!
finally fed up, i grabbed one of the children's daisy one pump beebee guns and quietly opened the door and that rooster's tail was up in the air and i thought, "i'll just graze him in the tailfeathers to scare the bird crappe out of him and perhaps he'll give it up." as i squeezed the trigger, he hopped up out of the cooler and the beebee hit him in the neck!
he struggled out of the breezeway and as chickens go, when the rest of them (35-40) came over and ganged up on him as he was flopping about on the ground - i kept trying to shoo them away so i could finish him off, but alas it seems they did the job for me. the little guy lay there limp on the ground so i picked him up - no sign of life - shook him off, put him into a plastic grocery bag and into the freezer he went until nancpop would get home a couple of few hours later and he could prepare him for cooking.
nancpop arrived home two plus hours later and as i related the story to him, he went to the freezer to get the bird - as he approached me with the grocery bag that was rattling about like it had popping corn in it - he said, "COME HERE! i'm going to show you how to really kill a chicken~!"
me, "no thank you, i killed it the first time - it's your turn."
...oh boo...
as for the remaining "three amigos" - i'll save THAT story for another day.
these four grew and traveled together and were quite ornery - not like all our other chickens. they had no romance about them when wooing the hens - it was more a slam-bam, thank you ma'am and they were more apt to pull the neck feathers out of the females than the other roosters.
ALL the other roosters would do their rooster dance and it is really something to see how they "court" the hens.
the cornish roosters in question were unruly and one in particular would come into our breezeway and peck at a styrofoam cooler i'd take when i went to town to keep frozen goods in until i got home. wellllll, one day i just couldn't keep that rooster out of the breezeway - i'd open the door and hurl everything in sight at it and it would just return a few moments later and commence to pecking the cooler apart.
yeah, i know - i should have brought the cooler in and had moved it on a number of occasions trying to hide it from them - there was no room inside for one more thing! DAYAMIT~it's my cooler!
finally fed up, i grabbed one of the children's daisy one pump beebee guns and quietly opened the door and that rooster's tail was up in the air and i thought, "i'll just graze him in the tailfeathers to scare the bird crappe out of him and perhaps he'll give it up." as i squeezed the trigger, he hopped up out of the cooler and the beebee hit him in the neck!
he struggled out of the breezeway and as chickens go, when the rest of them (35-40) came over and ganged up on him as he was flopping about on the ground - i kept trying to shoo them away so i could finish him off, but alas it seems they did the job for me. the little guy lay there limp on the ground so i picked him up - no sign of life - shook him off, put him into a plastic grocery bag and into the freezer he went until nancpop would get home a couple of few hours later and he could prepare him for cooking.
nancpop arrived home two plus hours later and as i related the story to him, he went to the freezer to get the bird - as he approached me with the grocery bag that was rattling about like it had popping corn in it - he said, "COME HERE! i'm going to show you how to really kill a chicken~!"
me, "no thank you, i killed it the first time - it's your turn."
...oh boo...
as for the remaining "three amigos" - i'll save THAT story for another day.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
TOOLS "OH BOO"
WOW, MOM!!!
for a very long time - perhaps 30 years or so, i've endeavored to keep my tools separate from my man's and tried just keeping my tools in a special drawer in the kitchen - hammer, assorted screwdrivers, wrenches, nail sets, drill bits, etc.
for a very long time they invariably go missing and i find them in pop's tools - all dirty and greasy with grass and leaves stuck to them - YUCK!
for a very long time i've taken to printing on them in a wide, black sharpie "MOM".
for a very long time i keep finding my tools marked "MOM" in his tool boxes, behind the seat of his truck, on the work bench, in his work jacket pockets, in buckets, cardboard boxes, shelves in the garage and the like.
for a very long time i held my breath, took my tools and put them where I could easily find them.
and then...i got angry and asked, "WHAT ARE MY TOOLS DOING INTERMINGLING WITH YOUR TOOLS?!?" him, "what do you mean?" "ohhh, don't be coy with me - they ALL have "MOM" written on them!" him, "oh. i thought that spelled "WOW"!"
...oh boo...
some people have asked over the years about why after i or someone else says "WOW" do i say, "that's "MOM" spelled upside down." or vice versa - now you know!
Thursday, May 07, 2009
SMELLY JELLY "OH BOO"
first, a recipe for "smelly jelly" from one of my good neighbors - it's akin to the little jellied air fresheners you buy at the store for $4.00 for a two to four ounce container:
16 ounces water
4 envelopes plain knox gelatin
2 ounce bottle concentrated fragrance oil - can be purchased at walmart
4-5 half pint jelly-type jars.
in a saucepan you intend to use only for this recipe, combine water and gelatin and stir continually until dissolved with spoon you intend to use only for this recipe. remove from heat and stir in fragrance. (neighbor/friend - i improvised on your recipe if you're reading) pour into jars and place caps and rings atop tightly and they will seal over a period of 15 minutes or so.
you may also add embellishments to your smelly jelly - this last time i made the cinnamon apple and added a stick of cinnamon to each jar. DO NOT EAT! when you need to have some good smell somewhere like a bathroom, your car, laundry room, just open a jar and set it out. i also added food coloring to make it more appealing to the smell - red for cinnamon apple!
the gelatinous mixture will take a couple of weeks to nearly disappear into a round, hard disk about the size of the thickness of three poker chips*.
now, on to the gist of this post.
we're pranksters at our house - all our friends are pranksters - our children may be the worst or best pranksters depending upon how you look at it.
a week or so ago, one of my "smelly jellies" was in it's last* stage and i thought i'd pay pop back for the time he put the huge (six-inch) rubber spider into the toilet so it would be the first thing i saw upon lifting the seat - i put the red smelly jelly puck into the toilet in the cat's room (downstairs bathroom) and just waited until he freaked out about the red blob in the stool.
i waited and waited and waited...
a day or so i waited. nothing. no one was using the downstairs bathroom...hmmmmm...then i forgot about it.
well, a few nights ago i was coming in the patio door and pop's in the bathroom saying, "HOLY CRAPPE, WHAT?!? DID ONE OF YOU TAKE AN UNFLUSHABLE POOP IN HERE?!?" water was running all over the floor and into the kitchen; i'm shouting, "TAKE THE TANK LID OFF - STOP THE WATER! WHERE'S THE PLUNGER?!?" children running about - "WHAT'S THE MATTER?!?" "DON'T KNOW!"
we cleaned up the water and went about our business. four o'clock in the morning i spring awake and think to myself, "you put that smelly jelly puck into the toilet and it swelled up and clogged the crapper!" BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA!
...oh boo...
how am i going to tell pop?
told him.
...oh boo...
16 ounces water
4 envelopes plain knox gelatin
2 ounce bottle concentrated fragrance oil - can be purchased at walmart
4-5 half pint jelly-type jars.
in a saucepan you intend to use only for this recipe, combine water and gelatin and stir continually until dissolved with spoon you intend to use only for this recipe. remove from heat and stir in fragrance. (neighbor/friend - i improvised on your recipe if you're reading) pour into jars and place caps and rings atop tightly and they will seal over a period of 15 minutes or so.
you may also add embellishments to your smelly jelly - this last time i made the cinnamon apple and added a stick of cinnamon to each jar. DO NOT EAT! when you need to have some good smell somewhere like a bathroom, your car, laundry room, just open a jar and set it out. i also added food coloring to make it more appealing to the smell - red for cinnamon apple!
the gelatinous mixture will take a couple of weeks to nearly disappear into a round, hard disk about the size of the thickness of three poker chips*.
now, on to the gist of this post.
we're pranksters at our house - all our friends are pranksters - our children may be the worst or best pranksters depending upon how you look at it.
a week or so ago, one of my "smelly jellies" was in it's last* stage and i thought i'd pay pop back for the time he put the huge (six-inch) rubber spider into the toilet so it would be the first thing i saw upon lifting the seat - i put the red smelly jelly puck into the toilet in the cat's room (downstairs bathroom) and just waited until he freaked out about the red blob in the stool.
i waited and waited and waited...
a day or so i waited. nothing. no one was using the downstairs bathroom...hmmmmm...then i forgot about it.
well, a few nights ago i was coming in the patio door and pop's in the bathroom saying, "HOLY CRAPPE, WHAT?!? DID ONE OF YOU TAKE AN UNFLUSHABLE POOP IN HERE?!?" water was running all over the floor and into the kitchen; i'm shouting, "TAKE THE TANK LID OFF - STOP THE WATER! WHERE'S THE PLUNGER?!?" children running about - "WHAT'S THE MATTER?!?" "DON'T KNOW!"
we cleaned up the water and went about our business. four o'clock in the morning i spring awake and think to myself, "you put that smelly jelly puck into the toilet and it swelled up and clogged the crapper!" BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA!
...oh boo...
how am i going to tell pop?
told him.
...oh boo...
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