this bad boy is off the hizzy… I’ve never had the pleasure of cooking on any pit this cool. Take a look, this is where your bar-b-que heaven will be coming from on Saturday. Please feel free to visit the meat market on your way to The Woodzie – we have room to cook any and everything. Tell your butcher, “two of these and three of those”.
was this little, bity, tiny netbook computer. She loves it. It looks big in this photo but it’s not, it fits in her purse.
this rain has been a Godsend. The ground drains so well here that there’s no mud or any problems from it, on the surface you can’t even tell there was a rain. But it was just right for making all the flowers and trees bloom and it’s filled the whole area with a glow of happy plants. Things were a little drought stricken before but it’s all healed for the time being. And just exactly in time for the event, we’re so lucky. Again…. bring your camera. I took these yesterday afternoon.
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only 140 suspected cases in Texas, one death – normal flu every year kills a lot of people and hundreds of thousands get it. This one is freaking people out for various reasons. People think it spreads from eating pork, ridiculous. People think it’s terrorism – this strain is not particularly bad and is easily treatable so it’s not the strain bad guys would use.
Remember the huge pandemic readiness thing the government put in motion several years ago? This hard, quick attack of hitting the media and closing schools and all this stuff is the
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People often ask me about doing the music events and just the various efforts in music between family and friends. The question is always some version of “why?” This is why. Thanks so much Brad, I love every note and every word. Thirty Years by Brad Svoboda:
Music has been and always well be a place for change. Changing directions, changing minds, changing ideas and changes organizing thought and dreams. You are never really alone with your guitar.
Traditionally the guitar has been the cowboy’s tool to help say things that was just not working without it to get the answers he wanted from under her bedroom window or on a Sunday afternoon picnic in the country. Gene Autry and Roy Rogers did not get this repretation for nothing. Roy and Dale seemed to manage to get themselves married everyday with their music. I am sure we did not hear every mistake and every missed keyed or sour note, but we did see sixty some odd years example of good times and a devotion equaled by only a very few.
Music is a trip! a rest, a focus! and a chapter in your life. Enjoy it!
I’d love to do something like this. They just tracked these songs one person at a time like usual only they traveled around the world with the recorders and cameras instead of bringing the musicians to one place. And my favorite part…. they recorded them each outside.
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Jimmie and I were married 30 years ago as of this very afternoon.
Something we say to each other often is “I choose you today”. The only path to thirty years is a daily re-commitment ten thousand times. It appears that we’ve chosen each other each day now going on a lifetime. Happy Anniversary, Jimmie! She and I went out to a nice dinner last night to celebrate. Tonight we’ll be burnin’ – they lifted the burn ban and we have some brush we’ve cleared that we’re burnin’ to burn. That’s just big fun for us. I guess we have deep running rural American roots on both sides of the family, we remind me sometimes of the old couple in that painting in front of their farmhouse with the pitchfork.
The big thing for our anniversary will be a short, simple re-wedding at The Woodzie (like a civil war reenactment) that we hope you’ll come take part in. Taylor will be the Rogerine preacher, it’ll be fun.
Wouldn’t you know it, Jesus and Saint Peter were talking the other day about the things here on earth not going as well as they could be and might need a little help so they grabbed their black berrys and scanned some troubled areas and in nanoseconds were streaming the go daddy server to the troubled spot on help dot god. Kinda looking for a soft place to land they chose a golf course some where near Washington DC. and tumbled out on the green,
Saint Peter says, “Jesus! That was close!”, “What do you say. being that we are already here, we could limber up on a round of golf. “Sure”, was his reply, I’m good for an 18. or two.
Each parring down to the 10th hole (We now know what they do in their spare time), Jesus, miscalculated a tree limb that sent his ball into the middle of a pond where it rested on a waterlily.
After several “Gosh Darns!” Jesus walks out and carefully lining up his hook attempt attracted the the group behind them and after a pause of silince followed with clapping hands when the ball lands a few inches from the hole.
From the croud that had gathered one player said, ” Who does that guy think he is, Jesus Christ? Saint Peter turned to answer, “He is Jesus Christ, He thinks he is Tiger Woods.”
A priest, a doctor, and an engineer were waiting one morning for a particularly slow group of golfers.
Engineer: What’s with these guys? We must have been waiting for 15 minutes!
Doctor: I don’t know but I’ve never seen such ineptitude!
Priest: Hey, here comes the greenskeeper. Let’s have a word with him.
Priest: Hi George. Say George, what’s with that group ahead of us? They’re rather slow aren’t they?
George: Oh yes. That’s a group of blind fire fighters. They lost their sight while saving our club house last year. So we let them play here anytime free of charge!
(silence)
Priest: That’s so sad. I think I will say a special prayer for them tonight.
Doctor: Good idea. And I’m going to contact my ophthalmologist buddy and see if there’s anything he can do for them.
Engineer: Why can’t these guys play at night?
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