Saturday, June 30, 2012
A challenge that is more my speed in which I have participated for the last few months is the Instagram #photoadaychallenge set up by blogger, fat mum slim. Check out my blog roll to follow her for yourself and play. I am going to try to link my #photoaday to my blog, and may even use it as a jumping off point for the blog each day. I love taking and sharing the photos, so it seems like a good place to start. The photo for the last day of June was "Friend" and I went a little outside the box in my thinking. Are you surprised? Have you met me? This is my photo. (I hope.)
This was an awesome little roadside dive in Sylva, NC where many locals have lunched for years. They only had two tables inside, so you either made friends very quickly, as is often the way in the South, or you found a seat inthe shade at one of the few picnic tables outside, or you ate in your car. However you chose to eat, you would be glad you chose The Burger Shack!
Download the #photoadaychallenge or just come back here for a visit, and join me on the journey.
Friday, June 22, 2012
I give you The Great Gatsby.
West Egg. Wealthy, sophisticated, Gatsby befriends guest-house-dweller, Nick. Green light across the water: dream-girl, Daisy. Perfect shirts bring tears. Gatsby killed in swimming pool as he waits for his love.
When the story ended, she had a contest, asking her readers to continue it.
Here is my submission
Remember the moms I got thrown out of the baseball game last week? Who knew they would come back? Apparently there is some fancy new thing called Groupon, or something, where people spend money they don't have on stuff they don't need, like a month's worth of seats to Dollar Night at the damn baseball games righttheHell next to me! And let me just tell you this, my brother, those baseball moms are a bitter bunch of biddies! Hellfire, I hadn't but barely took the first sip of my dollar beer when the biggest one got up in my face about last week like it was all my fault. It's like she forgot Billy and Buddy were even there, and her damn kids were never kicking anyone. Stupid Scooter was no help at all! You'd of thought he had important work to do being the mascot or something. Before I knew what had happened, I was wearing three beers, three little kids were screaming their heads off that I was trying to hurt them, and the cops were hauling ME out of the ballpark! Unbelievable! I think this damn Groupon thing ought to be outlawed, right along with moms traveling in packs with their kids to ball fields. They just ruin the whole game for the real fans who are there for the dollar beers! And I even had my metal detector and my night vision goggles with me to do some serious diamond digging tonight. If I find out those stupid cows ended up with one of my diamonds, they'll be sorry! I'll sic Mrs. J on 'em! She is scarier than anybody!
I gotta ask, Ceviche? Shrimp COOKED in lime? The last time I checked the only thing a lime was good for was sucking after a tequila shot! Pesto? No red meat? Men sitting on your lap at ball games and coming up to talk cooking with you. Dude, I'm starting to worry. Is there anything youse want to tell me? (smile) Try to find yourself some beef soon so that muscle keeps working. (smile again)
Talk to youse soon,