From Twitter 02-15-2011

• 03:02:11: From Twitter 02-14-2011 http://j.mp/dHUR94
  
• 09:48:27: http://www.bushelandpeckdinners.com is here cooking in my kitchen and the smells are intoxicating - is it time for dinner yet?
  
• 15:08:19: Today's Basket http://j.mp/ftYpAy
  
• 15:43:59: Another whew day but all good http://j.mp/dRwc6h
  

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From Twitter 02-15-2011

• 03:02:11: From Twitter 02-14-2011 http://j.mp/dHUR94
  
• 09:48:27: http://www.bushelandpeckdinners.com is here cooking in my kitchen and the smells are intoxicating - is it time for dinner yet?
  
• 15:08:19: Today's Basket http://j.mp/ftYpAy
  
• 15:43:59: Another whew day but all good http://j.mp/dRwc6h
  

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Gym Report

I did 30 minutes on the treadmill and it was easy! Seriously. Maybe it was what I was listening to. The new book I planned to listen to annoyed me out of the gate, so death to it. I flipped over to podcasts and found a Moth I had not heard. They are always so engaging so I was seriously engaged.

Also maybe it was skipping yesterday. I usually skip Mondays so Tuesdays are generally easier. Hmmmm

Work started very early again today and now I have to get back to it!

Gym Report

I did 30 minutes on the treadmill and it was easy! Seriously. Maybe it was what I was listening to. The new book I planned to listen to annoyed me out of the gate, so death to it. I flipped over to podcasts and found a Moth I had not heard. They are always so engaging so I was seriously engaged.

Also maybe it was skipping yesterday. I usually skip Mondays so Tuesdays are generally easier. Hmmmm

Work started very early again today and now I have to get back to it!

today's basket

This is a green green bear with a green green sweater. Green, I tell you, green! And all he needs are ears. Wanna guess what color they will be?

today's basket

This is a green green bear with a green green sweater. Green, I tell you, green! And all he needs are ears. Wanna guess what color they will be?

Slice o' My Desk

machupicchu took some random shots of things while he was at my house on Superbowl Sunday and this one landed in his journal entry today. I love it!

It's a part of my office/desk setup and taken out of context it's a fabulous story of its own.

That's my recharging man - he has a phone battery under each 'foot' and the camera battery charging from his right hand. My brother is in the photo under his left hand and the pimped out PC my brother made is off to the right there.

Slice o' My Desk

machupicchu took some random shots of things while he was at my house on Superbowl Sunday and this one landed in his journal entry today. I love it!

It's a part of my office/desk setup and taken out of context it's a fabulous story of its own.

That's my recharging man - he has a phone battery under each 'foot' and the camera battery charging from his right hand. My brother is in the photo under his left hand and the pimped out PC my brother made is off to the right there.

MIK, FHB and tatoos

In North Carolina in the 50's and 60's liquor as not sold by the drink. If you wanted a drink, you had it in someone's home or in a private club. Since this major source of revenue was unavailable to restaurants, there weren't that many fine dining establishments. My father did much business entertaining at our house and we ended up having lots of company for dinner.

Mom was a great cook and we were already a sit down every night family so we just added on a couple of rules for company. You could only ask for seconds if everyone had had some and there was more on the table, unless Mom announced (usually in a quiet kind of mumble voice), MIK.

MIK was More in Kitchen, which means you could have as much as you wanted. Sadly this was never for bacon and always for lima beans.

And if she had misjudged the crowd we could hear 'FHB on the potatoes'... Family Hold Back cause there was not an abundant supply.

Something this afternoon triggered these memories and now I can't remember what it was... squirrel

Another one of North Carolina's liquor rules was that you were not allowed to transport more than a gallon of at a time. When Mom and Dad had a party, it meant they had to take 2 cars and make several trips to the liquor store to get enough. Train of booze...

And in a spectacular non sequitur and apropos of absolutely nothing, I just want to say that I have not one single tattoo and have never even considered getting one or wanted to.

MIK, FHB and tatoos

In North Carolina in the 50's and 60's liquor as not sold by the drink. If you wanted a drink, you had it in someone's home or in a private club. Since this major source of revenue was unavailable to restaurants, there weren't that many fine dining establishments. My father did much business entertaining at our house and we ended up having lots of company for dinner.

Mom was a great cook and we were already a sit down every night family so we just added on a couple of rules for company. You could only ask for seconds if everyone had had some and there was more on the table, unless Mom announced (usually in a quiet kind of mumble voice), MIK.

MIK was More in Kitchen, which means you could have as much as you wanted. Sadly this was never for bacon and always for lima beans.

And if she had misjudged the crowd we could hear 'FHB on the potatoes'... Family Hold Back cause there was not an abundant supply.

Something this afternoon triggered these memories and now I can't remember what it was... squirrel

Another one of North Carolina's liquor rules was that you were not allowed to transport more than a gallon of at a time. When Mom and Dad had a party, it meant they had to take 2 cars and make several trips to the liquor store to get enough. Train of booze...

And in a spectacular non sequitur and apropos of absolutely nothing, I just want to say that I have not one single tattoo and have never even considered getting one or wanted to.