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Fun With Ducks…….

Fun With Ducks…….

Right now…..I should be doing paperwork to renew my National Athletic Training license before December 31st……. Procrastinate much?????????? But honestly…….I’ve been attempting to do that all day long…….with very little success……. I’ve put out a loud/pathetic wail to my older daughter to help me with all of this necessary cyber-garbage……. …….I’ve got scraps of paper and xeroxed certificates floating all over this house…….and if DaVinci pee’d on them sometime throughout the year…….who knows what I did with them…….?… …..I sure…

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Halloween Fun-ness!

Halloween Fun-ness!

Halloween is coming up. So is my first Hunt Club Tea. The Tea’s on Wednesday evening (tomorrow). Halloween is on Thursday. I’m planning my menu now. It’ll be easy…….Shepherd’s Pie,  Baked Spaghetti Casserole,  Caesar salad,  Goat Curry  (one of our Masters lived in Jamaica for awhile), Cobweb cupcakes and Halloween cookies with Sprinkles. …….with beverages and a full bar…….(of course)… We have so many cookie cutters… …..it’s easy to find Seasonal favorites… So we pulled out broomsticks, hissing cats, Dracula…

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Enteroliths & Bezoars

Enteroliths & Bezoars

  Having just dealt with Urinary Calculi in buck goats……. …….I got to thinking…….(always dangerous)… Professor Dillamond’s experience reminded me of other mineralized build-ups in the various mammals I’ve known… I fondly refer to them as gut-rocks. Apparently there are an entire assortment of types and locations in animals (the people-kind too). Florida seems to be an important culprit…     Maybe it’s the heat with the resulting sweating leading to chronic/constant semi-dehydration…   Or maybe it’s the minerals in…

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Thank You To Good Friends

Thank You To Good Friends

  The federal government officially considers me medicare-worthy now. Maybe the telemarketers and all of the over-sized postcards (with ezzy-read, large print) will stop. I’ve manditorially walked towards the light of the government-mandated old-age gateway. I have heaved my crepe-sagging jowls, cellulitic-paunches  & swollen ankles over that geriatric line in the sand. Phew, I’m glad that’s over…   …That was fun…   Plus at the courtesy of Simone & Ester…….at the newly/ripe/old age of sixty-five…….I’ve discovered my new, most-bestest drink……

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Good Friends/Old Friends

Good Friends/Old Friends

  This purgative blog-thing has allowed me to re-connect with a few old friends. And that’s really cool… Over the years I’ve had the good fortune of finding a handful of people who, even if they aren’t total kindred spirits, they are (at the very least) tolerant of me…   Quite often, that’s not easy.   To the friends I see regularly and the friends I haven’t seen for many years……………..I’d like to say thank you.   You’ve been appreciated…

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The Fuchsia Canon & Me

The Fuchsia Canon & Me

  Still doing battle with my little, pink camera…………………………… Yep, pink……………. ………….really, really pink……………. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My little pink camera irks me so…          Grrrrrrrrrrrr……….. It’s just so perfect… And it flaunts it… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I could deal with a huge, cumbersome, galvanized-gray camera with stops and speeds and lens that require a pipe wrench to zoom in and zoom out. I would even rather have to drag around a tripod for a behemoth, manual camera-slug—–who does nothing by…

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Memoirs from the All Florida Meet

Memoirs from the All Florida Meet

  I survived.       Lola excelled.         Ruby flew through it.           And Violet hates me……..         There were so many exciting times, exhilarating runs, fresh disasters, good food, rivers of champagne, and better than mediocre bourbon. Let’s not over-look the variety of flasks that would appear out of nowhere with sudden and surprising regularity. They would sprout from Hunt jacket pockets, saddlebags, and inside vest pockets. The…

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Assembly Line Food a.k.a. Hunt Club “Tea”

Assembly Line Food a.k.a. Hunt Club “Tea”

***************Our Tea*************** (No Tea will be offered)……………..Cosmopolitans, Screwdrivers, water (pleeeeeze!), Absinthe, and something that looks like a bomb from Captain Morgan…………….but no tea AND no coffee.  Sorry………………(no, not really). My younger daughter & I just did a hit on Walmart.  We’ve already done our run on ABC Liquors. I’m pooped.  I’m sitting now looking at the plastic bags hanging from doorknobs, draping from cabinets, hanging off of butcher blocks.  Piled on the floor.  Why is it that as soon as…

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Dr. Atkins Diet / Re-Visited

Dr. Atkins Diet / Re-Visited

  IT’S TIME. I need to re-initiate my friendship with Dr. Atkins.  I like any diet where bacon is celebrated.  For me……………where dieting is concerned……………..Dr. Atkins & I are buds.  My geriatric pudge needs to go. And NO I don’t do the sensible, healthy fat version of the good Doctor’s bill of fare……………………..Dr. Atkins and I do not beach comb on South Beach.  Nope.  No hand-in-hand beach skipping for us.  Ta!  La! It’s all heavy whipping cream, bacon, well-marbled steak…

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Irma’s Clean-Up———On & On & On

Irma’s Clean-Up———On & On & On

Everyone is tired.  There’s still more to do…………..there’s always more to do.  Everything would be so much easier if this was all happening in November’s cooler/dryer weather.  But the temperature is in the 90’s and the humidity level has got to be 246%+.  If it weren’t for all of the suspended, microbial algae in the air—–this could probably qualify for an expensive spa/steam-room treatment…………..but you can’t charge for this soggy treat.  My lungs are an agar-filled, petri dish for the…

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