Going For The Green

No, this isn't a golf thread. I decided to do some tests spots on my lawn, 'cause ya know, I want to paint it. That's right, I'm going to paint my yard. Now, before you think I've done too much varnishin in poorly ventilated spaces, let me just say that this could be the beginning of something big....or not.



The blade on the left is live.
The one on the right was dormant
until I sprayed it.




Testing...



Who knows, maybe one day this
green will produce some real green.


Anybody want their yard painted?

The Texas Edition

Well, I finally pulled the trigger & purchased a truck. So, let me introduce the '05 Ford F-150...Texas Edition.



Thankfully it uses
87 octane.






Will it stay
this clean?

You bethcha!




How bout a shout out to
the UAW!

Never thought I'd say that.




As for the ol '98 Windstar, it did it's job well. I'll miss ya old friend.



Tho it's only been a couple of days,
somehow, it seems it's been there all along.

It's Like Givin Rum To A Turkey

Finally...Florio's Pizza. Let me tell ya, that's some good za. Unfortunately if ya ask for blk olives they go alittle over board, but other than that, quite tasty.





Talk of Florio's New York style pizza goes all the way back to the now defunct Glenn Beck Blog. Our friends, Nestor & Carmen, were in town this weekend so we decided to meet up and give it a try. As "former" Yankees (they're both just a yr shy of that coveted "Official Texas Citizenship") and NY style za connoisseurs, they assured us, that once upon a time (been several yrs since they ate there), Florio's was top notch. It was. I also learned that the proper way to eat za is to fold it over, which serves a dual purpse; it keeps the toppings on and you get more outta each bite.

















Afterwards we hit Da Vinci's
for a gelato.




Then, it was "down the road apiece" to our house, for a steamin cup a Reck's famous paint peelin coffee. I doubt they slept that nite.

Durin the coarse of the evenin Carmen went on to explain that growin up, her family had a secret turkey recipe (for lack of a better word). Anyhow, a week prior to slaughterin the bird they'd give it a daily shot a rum. The outcome was that the turkey meat would be the tenderess you'd ever taste.

But, me bein me, I came to a different conclusion. While I don't doubt that it worked, I have an idea there was a alterior motive. If your raisin a turkey for a couple a yrs there's a chance you could become attached to the critter. That bein the case, sippin the rum yourself over that seven day period could soften the inevitable blow; for both man and bird.

Hence, a new sayn is born. If you're in a situation where you gotta do somethin, and that particular somethin is necessary, unpleasant and inevitable; just remember..."it's like given rum to a turkey".

Christmas '08

Christmas 2008, hard to believe
it's already come and gone.






We left this for that jolly ol fat man,
w/hold all comments please.







And in return,
he left us these.





Then it was off to Grandma's for dinner, and of course, more presents.


Ohhhh...yeah,
there were pies.








Twas a good Christmas
for one and all.

Who Do They Say I Am?

"One Solitary Life" by Dr James Allan Francis

Here is a man who was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in another village. He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty. Then for three years He was an itinerant preacher.

He never owned a home. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a family. He never went to college. He never put His foot inside a big city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the place He was born. He never did one of the things that usually accompany greatness. He had no credentials but Himself...

While still a young man, the tide of popular opinion turned against him. His friends ran away. One of them denied Him. He was turned over to His enemies. He went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed upon a cross between two thieves. While He was dying His executioners gambled for the only piece of property He had on earth – His coat. When He was dead, He was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.

Nineteen long centuries have come and gone, and today He is a centerpiece of the human race and leader of the column of progress.

I am far within the mark when I say that all the armies that ever marched, all the navies that were ever built; all the parliaments that ever sat and all the kings that ever reigned, put together, have not affected the life of man upon this earth as powerfully as has that one solitary life.

Decorations...In The Hoooowwwsss

It's beginnin to look alot like Christmas...


And our newest edition, this awesome tree house, a gift from my good friend Linda & the Olsky's at Alien To Me.
Merry Christmas!!

It Takes A Christmas Village

For the last few years, like many others, we set-up our Christmas village; in hope of catching a glimpse of a time more innocent. And in each of these years the village has grown, and us along w/ it.