Musically, the ole ranch hand is a willing slave to the lyrics of the 60's (high school days).
Never can get enuff of the Rolling Stones, Steppenwolf, Bob Seger, Glen Burt and The Travelers....and the list is long and glorious!
Back in the day, Austin boasted an "oldies" station that "rocked around the clock". Sad was the day when the cretins of the airways pulled the plug on that puppy????
A few years back the fat boy was lamenting the sad state of harmonic affairs to his youngest daughter. Said young'un condescendingly explained that "everyone" knew that station K??? played nuthin but "oldies"!
Joy reigned thruout (until a "test run" revealed that my offspring's "oldies" were from the 80's and 90's)?????
In recent history, your humble scribe "bit the bullit" and got a "smart" phone (easily another embarassing self-deprecating blog in and of itself). Today, your neophyte smart phone dumass downloaded an "app" that will tune in any radio station in the world.
Glory Hallelujah and praise on the highest order!!!!!!
Been bouncing back and forth on OLDIE GOLD nation-wide all afternoon.....life is good!
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Holdin' the Pole
Early spring the ranch hand planted catfish, bream, and bass seedlings in the Tin Star pond and has nursed them puppies since to raise a "crop".
This morn dawned with coolish weather and overcast and just seemed to whisper "fishin" in the fat boy's metaphorical ear.
Weren't nuthin to do but gather up the requisite acquisition devices, harvest a dozen night crawlers, and saunter with the beautiful bride down the path to our angling destiny.
Tasks were quickly assigned:
A. Bride catches all fish while squealing in girlish delight.
B. Ranch hand baits hook, takes fish off, makes appropriate admiring comments about the aforementioned bass pro's prowess (and otherwise stays the hell out of the way?)
The "mission" was launched and in short order our neophyte piscatorialist had landed 20 lively flip floppers of various lineage on the dock.
Don't tell her, but your humble scribe had much more fun watchin' the "show" than he ever could have holding the "pole"!
This morn dawned with coolish weather and overcast and just seemed to whisper "fishin" in the fat boy's metaphorical ear.
Weren't nuthin to do but gather up the requisite acquisition devices, harvest a dozen night crawlers, and saunter with the beautiful bride down the path to our angling destiny.
Tasks were quickly assigned:
A. Bride catches all fish while squealing in girlish delight.
B. Ranch hand baits hook, takes fish off, makes appropriate admiring comments about the aforementioned bass pro's prowess (and otherwise stays the hell out of the way?)
The "mission" was launched and in short order our neophyte piscatorialist had landed 20 lively flip floppers of various lineage on the dock.
Don't tell her, but your humble scribe had much more fun watchin' the "show" than he ever could have holding the "pole"!
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Jesus and BBQ
Age teaches some of us that the simple pleasures in life are the best.
The ole ranch hand rose from his bunk bout 5-ish this morn to coax the fragrant aphrodisiac of well seasoned wood to its destiny in the Chuck Wagon meat smoker.
Got the ebony steel puppy's temperature jus' right in the comforting blanket of predawn softness and gentle cool from the eve's righteous rain.....and then laid the hawg ribs with reverence on the "altar" of BBQ worship with appropriate respect and sublimity.
The fat boy has since been sneakin' peeks at the "que" while inhaling the intoxicating aroma of the Tin Star Ranch Live Oak fuel fulfilling its promise of good things to come.
Read a biblical passage recently which stated, "The eyes of all wait upon thee; and thou givest them their meat in due season. Thou openest thine hand, and satisfiest the desire of every living thing.
(Psalm 145:15,16)
Ya'll reckon our Lord and Savior was a fan of fancy meat burnin'???
Regardless, your humble scribe is eternally grateful for the privilege of His blessings in the Tin Star Chuck Wagon department!
The ole ranch hand rose from his bunk bout 5-ish this morn to coax the fragrant aphrodisiac of well seasoned wood to its destiny in the Chuck Wagon meat smoker.
Got the ebony steel puppy's temperature jus' right in the comforting blanket of predawn softness and gentle cool from the eve's righteous rain.....and then laid the hawg ribs with reverence on the "altar" of BBQ worship with appropriate respect and sublimity.
The fat boy has since been sneakin' peeks at the "que" while inhaling the intoxicating aroma of the Tin Star Ranch Live Oak fuel fulfilling its promise of good things to come.
Read a biblical passage recently which stated, "The eyes of all wait upon thee; and thou givest them their meat in due season. Thou openest thine hand, and satisfiest the desire of every living thing.
(Psalm 145:15,16)
Ya'll reckon our Lord and Savior was a fan of fancy meat burnin'???
Regardless, your humble scribe is eternally grateful for the privilege of His blessings in the Tin Star Chuck Wagon department!
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