Deviled Eggs?

So.  Let's say you have been tasked with bringing deviled eggs to the family picnic or the church social, but you don't know how to boil water.

Or maybe you don't have any 'Eggies' (you know, those things they sell on TV so idiots can make hard boild eggs that won't roll off the plate) and are a real klutz when it comes to peeling hard-boiled eggs.

Or maybe you are just too darned lazy or busy to do it on your own.

Today in the grocery store (ok, it was a Super Wal-Mart) i saw the answer to your prayers:

The Deviled egg kit.  The kit consists of (1) one dozen eggs, hard-boiled, peeled, halved (hence 24 count), with the yolks removed. (2) yolk mixture in one of those squeeze bags like you ice a cake with (3) the packaging, which doubles as a nifty deviled egg serving tray with egg shaped recesses which provides a beautiful presentation.

So there you go next time you need deviled eggs in a pinch just run over to the deli section at your neighborhood Wal-Mart.  Oh, by the way what do eggs cost?  What about a buck-fifty per dozen.  Well this little baby will set you back $8.88 plus tax.  Small price to pay for all that convenience is what I say, and it says right on the package that they are fresh...

duct taped wires??? is that up to code? maybe...this is SC : ) this is what i found when changing the light fixture in the 1/2 bath.

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You might think that in a Drs. office they could come up with a better sign.

Paper or plastic?

There was a day before the plastic grocery bag, even though many of you may not remember, either because you're too young or you're too old to remember when you didn't get a choice...you got paper.  Anyway, there was such a time, and it's a good thing for my kids too, 'cause plastic would have been too dangerous.
See, we were poor, I mean really poor, and all the kids had to play with sometimes (forget Fischer-Price and Playschool) was boxes and bags.  The wife was very resourceful and disposable paper products were a staple of play-time around the house and became anything she or the boys could think of, and by the way those appreciated it too, let me tell you, 'cause if we had fresh bags that week, it meant we must have gone to the grocery store that week and probably there'd be food to eat as well.  Let me tell you those were some happy kids when we had food.

 When the wife wasn't preggers (which she was most of the time) and feeling really good she'd jump in that ol' broke down VW miro-mini bus and try to score a big box from a furniture or appliance store.  Talk about fun!  One day our neighbors bought a new refridgerator.  Those little guys were on cloud nine, uh huh!  They didn't even know they didn't have real toys.  Ah, for the imagination and the simple things in life.

Dad keeps showing up in the strangest places.

This is a photo of my dad taken several years ago:

He passed away in August of 2002 but he keeps showing up from time to time in the strangest places.  A few years back we were sorting stuff to be thrown away and I randomly picked up an old issue of Better Homes and Gardens and started leafing through it.  I about flipped out when I ran across this article:

I'll zoom in some so you can see the guy seated at the table with the green and white shirt.

Dad wore glasses just like those most of the time, wore that style of shirt just about all the time and sat with the same posture as the guy in the photo.


Then this afternoon we were watching a football game and my wife, Kathy, suddenly jumps up, grabs the remote, and says "I just saw your dad in the stands."  (Thank goodness for DVRs).  She backed it up a few seconds, started it again, then paused it and sure enough...

I took this picture with my phone, directly from the TV screen.  I tried to get closer and / or crop the picture but the quality's not too good.  I don't know why I didn't think to try a regular camera at the time but it's hard to get a good picture off a TV screen anyway so it probably wouldn't have made a lot of difference. 
I just don't know about Dad wearing Carolina Blue and I really doubt he would have gone to a UNC game on a day when West Virginia was playing, I mean it was a road trip either way, right?  And since West Virginia is "almost heaven" (according to John Denver, etal.) it would have been closer...I just don't know why he was there.  What?  West Virginia plays tomorrow?  Well, then, maybe it was him.

Either way I kept looking at the picture on my phone and kinda smiling to myself the rest of the day.


(I think maybe that baby blue shirt makes him look as though he's gained a few pounds but don't say anything.)

Big guy dirty shirt!

See the extra dark shadow on the front of this guy's shirt? Guess what? Not a shadow. That's dirt!
Don't know how you can get that dirty that early in the morning, or why you would go grocery shopping that dirty, but there he was.


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When you're absolutely too fat, crippled,or just too danged lazy to bend over, you can still have clean feet.
Just when you thought you might never have to wash your feet again some jerk comes along and takes away all your excuses for unkempt tootsies.

Whistle-Pig

Deb, the ghost waitress at The Wild Flour (which had burned down 40 years ago) told us to eat at this BBQ place called The Whistle-Pig that didn't have BBQ.

Creepin' with the creepers

Last month my brothers and I spent a day on the Virginia Creeper Trail.  Didn't get to do the whole trail because a tornado had damaged part of it to the point that it was impassable but it was fun and worth the trip anyway.  It was a good day spent with 3 of my favorite people, and though the 26 miles we were able to ride was longer than any ride I'd take previously, I have to say that the 5 miles or so to Wal-Mart and back from my house is probably more strenuous.
One important thing we learned about on this ride was what a "whistle-pig" was. 

yes, you can outgrow cute!

My niece has an unusual pet.  It is called a Sugar Glider.  They're kind of a rodenty looking thing.  Cuter than say a rat, or a mouse.  They kind of look llike an over-stimulated hamster.  But what happens when they get bigger and stay around too long and think they are powerful?

Hey buddy, got a light?

i guess maybe this was just so close he couldn't pass it up.

a guy paid me $65.00 for an old zippo engraved with the initials "HMW".

his initials:  "HMN".

maybe he knows a really good engraver.

Say What????

When Kathy found this on our front door yesterday, I could not believe the audacity of it all.

I mean, chances are that the guy who left the tag doesn't even know my dog.

I called this morning to give them what-for, and let them know that we have raised Beamer by the highest ethical and moral standards available to dogs (not the same as people because it is OK for a them to sniff each other's butts in public and for people...) and he is by no means "loose."  Besides, isn't that a term more appropriately applied to females?  (plus he's been fixed)

The guy I spoke with said they had a complaint from Freemont St. about a big white dog harrassing someone.  After I explained that Beamer was a brown Bassett Hound and was neither "big" nor "white" and that I didn't live on Freemont St. and that Beamer was never out, he said he would expunge the records if Beamer completed a PPI