One spring a kid named Charles "Chuck" Erdman ticked me off. I mean, he really, REALLY ticked me off. The following Halloween I went on a "window soaping" spree and gleefully wrote "Chuck Erdman was here!" on about 60 car windows around my home town.
*Note to Chuck* Sorry you got grounded for 3 weeks for something that I did. But you shouldn't have ticked me off!
I'm sure that "Uncle Jack" (Jack Daniels, that is.) has a website, but I could probably find a little 'shine' for you - Good for sippin', starting fires and removing paint!
I've found that it helps to go fishing the day before a special event - Everyone knows that I can't get within 50 feet of a creek without falling in - I just rub lye soap on my britches and shirt before leaving home and by the time I get done flailing around in the water looking for my fishing pole, my clothes and I are both clean!
It's a drink that I used to make for sippin' at "rondyvoo" but have come to enjoy on cold evenings at home. It consists of:
1 1/2 gallons apple cider
1 quart spiced rum
1 pint cinnamon schnapps
1 pint apple schnapps
1 pinch of nutmeg
Combine all liquid ingredients in a container large enough to hold everything (I use a two gallon crock jug).
Add pinch of nutmeg at the very last, seal tightly and mix slightly then loosen cork/lid just a bit so that it can "breath."
The longer it ages, the better and smoother it gets, but it can be consumed immediately. It's great at room temperature, over ice or warmed in a tin cup over a campfire. (Or, in a pinch, in a coffee cup nuked in the micro-wave.)
No snow, but it's been raining for the last two freakin' weeks. Gotta' go to Indiana on Sunday, so I'm sure I'll see more snow then. Not a great thing in a big truck, but it beats hell outta' the damn rain! (Did I mention that I'm sick of the freakin' rain?)
Well, I've already told you about my liquid apple pie and since Jackie bought more fixin's for it yesterday, reckon I'll hafta' make up a whole new batch tomorrow... Just kinda' don't seem "Christmassy" around here without it.
You're quite welcome. You might be surprised to learn that we have similar ideas on needs vs. wants, it's just that I seem to have a gift for ever-simplification. (As well as tongue-in-cheek reality checks.)
I could exist without travel, but I'd never consider it living. I could exist without my lovely wife, but I could never really live again without her. I could survive without hope and love, but I could never live without them...
To eke out an existance is simple and basic, but to make a living... That, my friend, is an accomplishment!
"Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me.
All I ask, the heaven above, And the road below me."
...I've heard it said that all we really to be happy in life is something to do, someone to love and something to hope for.
Well, I fill out and send in every junk mail sweepstakes doohickey that comes in the mail and that gives me something to do. I found a wonderful lady right here on CS and that gives me someone to love. And I hope like heck I eventually win about 10 million of Publisher's Clearinghouse's bucks... So between junk mail, and a good marriage, everything else is icing on the cake!
Hey Bettis! Feelin' better, yet? Sending lots of healing energy your direction... Close your eyes... Not yet! You won't be able to read the rest of this! Ok, where were we? Oh yeah. Close your eyes, take as deep a breath as you comfortably can... Let it out slowly... Think pretty thoughts... Repeat as needed.
And I think I still like the idea of having the following on my head/grave/foot/vault stone:
"If even one person says about me 'He was a good man and a good friend and he will missed.' then my life will have been a success regardless of any personal accomplishments or failures."
Hmmm... I've seen them at the head, the foot and in the middle. Saw one under a shade tree that said "I'm really buried about 40 feet West of here, but I like this spot better."
In my wife's little family cemetary - just a stone's throw down the ridge in front of the house - most of the graves (some of which date back to the mid-1800's) have both head and foot stones. Of the 50-70 graves there, only a small portion have engraved stones. The rest are simply fieldstone markers to denote the head and foot of the grave and we have no way of telling who is buried there.
One of my first projects when I moved to East Tennessee was to clear out 20-25 years worth of buck brush, saplings and undergrowth and once again more or less define the boundaries. It's one of the prettiest and most peaceful spots I've ever been; Surrounded by hardwoods and pines on a finger of the lower ridge with a huge old oak tree standing near the center. I sometimes go down there just to meditate. ...I think I've made some friends there...
"Or is it that gravestone is British, while headstone is American?"
That's partly it. Mostly, a "headstone" is traditionally placed at the "head" of the grave, while a "gravestone" is traditionally located at the "foot" of the grave.
"What about the kind which isn't stood upwards, but a big stone lid with the text engraved on it, still a headstone?"
I've most often heard that referred to simply as a "vault lid" or "tombstone."
Heck, I'd settle for a little brass marker that says "If you're looking for me, you're out of luck 'cause I'm not here anymore."
I've always maintained that I don't really care what they say behind my back, so long as they don't make the mistake of saying it in front of my front! ...Unless it's true. But then, if it's true then there's no reason to say it behind my back...
"If even one person says about me 'He was a good man and a good friend and he will be missed.' then my life will have been a success regardless of any personal victories or failures."
RE: Dear CS Powers.. MODs..
Or - in the case of some posters - "Create Dread"