I know it’s hard to tell, but this is one of those mazes the farmer cut into his corn field. This particular place has done it every year for years now. It’s quite extensive.
Would you yell at a kid for forgetting something? How about for forgetting everything? This morning The Girl informed me that she did not remember to turn in her receipt on school picture day, which was yesterday. Does that sound weird? See, the company that does school pictures for my kids has the option of ordering online. Which I did. But instead of simply matching her name to their records, she has to actually provide the bar-coded print out that […]
. . I suppose this is more of a tutorial than a recipe. Heat a pan. I use a black iron skillet. Sprinkle seasoning salt in the pan, then place pork chops or pork steak on top. Brown on both sides. Add about a cup of water. Adjust heat to simmer. Allow all the water to boil off. Repeat as necessary until chops are cooked all the way through. There should be a brown residue in the pan. Add enough […]
Uncle Bill: Left hand red Uncle Bill: Right foot green Uncle Bill: Shut up, you guys, I’m the one spinning the dial here. Left foot yellow. Uncle Bill: Right hand blue. No, I mean the other blue. Well, try sticking it down in there at an angle, Jack. Yah wuss. Jill: I don’t think I can take much more of this, Uncle Bill. Uncle Bill: Just do as I say and it’ll be perfect. Left foot purple. Jack: (Grumbling) There […]
Yep, there really is a beer named that. People actually drink it too. It’s not even the worst of the lot out here.
“Don’t worry.” Gene clapped Ben on the back. “I won’t get in your way.” The relief on Ben’s face was almost comical. Before Gene could burst his bubble with a dig, Lisa came back. “I’m sorry. It didn’t work.” She looked bummed. “What did you try,” Ben asked.
It’s hard to see, but this is the bike bath between Madison St. and Higgins running along the North bank of the Clark Fork River. The path is on the left side of the frame. I tried to lighten it up, but the sky washed out completely.
I know, I know. It’s getting to be a bad habit. It isn’t written yet. I’ll have it up in the morning. Try back around noon.
Click on picture to go to hub. Could be anything inside – a murder victim, some old lady who died in her sleep, a kid too young to open the door. Whatever it was stank enough to have the neighbors complaining. He pounded on the door. “Open up!” She did. Python in one hand, rotten mice in the other. That’s how Officer Johansen met Marley Dunbarough. Edited 9/25 7:49am: I should have said sooner. Officer Johansen and Marley Dunbarough are […]
The Girl has a homework assignment in which she’s supposed to produce a random list of 24 things about herself. She doesn’t get much sympathy from me. I pointed out I do a list of 13 things about myself every week for Thursday Thirteen, and that I didn’t have one ready for this week yet. At the time she was eating a bowl of cereal. She suggested I list 13 of the boxes of cereal we have in the house […]