Eagles soar, but weasels don’t get sucked into jet engines.
If that wasn’t Steven Wright, then it should’ve been.
Started off 2025 with good intentions. Walked the dogs at 6 AM, through an uncharacteristic heavy fog, with one eye on the beasts dragging me by their leashes, and the other eye over my shoulder looking for the bogeyman.
Sat down to a pre-workout coffee, and the next thing I knew, I had a dog asleep on my lap and one curled up at my feet.
So I’m stuck here for the indefinite future, guessing I have an hour before anyone else in the house wakes up to rescue me. Hope to get that workout in before January is over.
Worse problems to be had, I am sure
Best wishes to everyone, and good luck navigating the choppy waters that are ahead
It’s my lap in the morning, Michele’s at night. And do not try to mess up their routine. They’ll look at you like you just put ketchup on cheesecake, and you’re looking at a week before they trust you again.
The Duffy gets what he wants when he wants it. No more lap sitting or belly rubs at this stage. He will complete 15 laps around the sun in April, so we spoil the hell out him.
See the bibleburg conservatives are having a hissy fit about a new law allowing vets using shrooms to help with PTSD.
They have likewise refused to legalize recreational weed in city limits, though there were referenda on the matter in the most recent election that as near as I can tell further confused the issue.
Meanwhile, folks go a few miles west to Manitou Springs, which would sell the pennies off its dead grannies’ eyes.
The GOP loves veterans whenever they need somebody for a photo op or backdrop for a rally.. Just don’t ask them to do anything measurable to actually help any of them.
My Golden Retrievers, 14 months old and 75 lbs apiece, are demanding a long session of chuck-it tennis ball chasing. they will leep thismafternoon.Sirloin is in the freezer preparing to be sliced for Stroganoff for tonight’s repast. Happy New Year to all.
Sounds delish. Here at Chez NOCO, we are soaking the Black Eyed Peas for a batch of Hoppin’ John with a side of cornbread, and some sort of salad to be named later.
I used to visit a party store by my old house run by a guy we called Mad Jack. Ex Marine with the obligatory crewcut, leather skin, perfect posture and still chiseled body. Once you hit the door he would begin brow-beating you, hassling and otherwise chattering at you all around the small store. At first it was seriously off-putting but eventually endearing as hell. He ALWAYS sent you on your way with “Better Days Ahead Compadre!!” shouted out and off you went with a smile. So I say this to you all …..
Better Days Ahead Compadre
BTW-When Mad Jack passed on to Basic Training in the Sky I went to his wake which is not at all like me. I don’t do funerals or memorials unless its immediate family. I mean we only saw each other once outside of his store at the Y. I was stunned as there must have been 200 people packed in the little chapel house. I believe to this day that many of us were simply customers who no matter how shitty our day had been, got a little recognition and hazing from Mad Jack and walked out all the better for it.
I might give the lyrics a shot. I damn sure ain’t no pro, but when I hear a story like that, that’s where my head goes. The owners of the local music store told me a story about their Aunt Flo and her house blowing up. I came home, sat down, and 15 minutes later I sent them the lyrics. I told them they could do as they please with them. I just had to get them out of my head.
Joy and peace to you, Hurben. Let’s hope we all hear less from the world’s lunatics in 2025. We know they’re out there, and have always been out there, but maybe — just maybe — they could take a little time off?
That really stinks. I don’t understand where all this hate comes from. Even when you see it first hand, it makes no sense at all.
Happy new year to you too, Hurben! It’s been downright balmy down here in SE Arizona. 80 for a high in Tucson today! Going up to see a man about a guitar.
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Eagles soar, but weasels don’t get sucked into jet engines.
If that wasn’t Steven Wright, then it should’ve been.
Started off 2025 with good intentions. Walked the dogs at 6 AM, through an uncharacteristic heavy fog, with one eye on the beasts dragging me by their leashes, and the other eye over my shoulder looking for the bogeyman.
Sat down to a pre-workout coffee, and the next thing I knew, I had a dog asleep on my lap and one curled up at my feet.
So I’m stuck here for the indefinite future, guessing I have an hour before anyone else in the house wakes up to rescue me. Hope to get that workout in before January is over.
Worse problems to be had, I am sure
Best wishes to everyone, and good luck navigating the choppy waters that are ahead
Miss Mia Sopaipilla has likewise been commanding our attention. It’s like she’s trying to get a whole year’s worth of us in one day.
It’s my lap in the morning, Michele’s at night. And do not try to mess up their routine. They’ll look at you like you just put ketchup on cheesecake, and you’re looking at a week before they trust you again.
The Duffy gets what he wants when he wants it. No more lap sitting or belly rubs at this stage. He will complete 15 laps around the sun in April, so we spoil the hell out him.
See the bibleburg conservatives are having a hissy fit about a new law allowing vets using shrooms to help with PTSD.
The B-burg has its head up its arse in many respects, this being one of them.
They have likewise refused to legalize recreational weed in city limits, though there were referenda on the matter in the most recent election that as near as I can tell further confused the issue.
Meanwhile, folks go a few miles west to Manitou Springs, which would sell the pennies off its dead grannies’ eyes.
Is Bibleburg conservative or libertarian these days? So hard to keep track of, because neither group has any values worthy of consistency.
They have no problem accepting uncle sugar money for anything that they can put an Olympic ring sticker on. Socialism for me, austerity for thee.
The GOP loves veterans whenever they need somebody for a photo op or backdrop for a rally.. Just don’t ask them to do anything measurable to actually help any of them.
My Golden Retrievers, 14 months old and 75 lbs apiece, are demanding a long session of chuck-it tennis ball chasing. they will leep thismafternoon.Sirloin is in the freezer preparing to be sliced for Stroganoff for tonight’s repast. Happy New Year to all.
Sounds delish. Here at Chez NOCO, we are soaking the Black Eyed Peas for a batch of Hoppin’ John with a side of cornbread, and some sort of salad to be named later.
I used to visit a party store by my old house run by a guy we called Mad Jack. Ex Marine with the obligatory crewcut, leather skin, perfect posture and still chiseled body. Once you hit the door he would begin brow-beating you, hassling and otherwise chattering at you all around the small store. At first it was seriously off-putting but eventually endearing as hell. He ALWAYS sent you on your way with “Better Days Ahead Compadre!!” shouted out and off you went with a smile. So I say this to you all …..
Better Days Ahead Compadre
BTW-When Mad Jack passed on to Basic Training in the Sky I went to his wake which is not at all like me. I don’t do funerals or memorials unless its immediate family. I mean we only saw each other once outside of his store at the Y. I was stunned as there must have been 200 people packed in the little chapel house. I believe to this day that many of us were simply customers who no matter how shitty our day had been, got a little recognition and hazing from Mad Jack and walked out all the better for it.
Damn Herb ,ole buddy, there’s a song in that story for sure.
John Prine coulda wrote it, were he still among us. Mebbe Jason Isbell or Robert Earl Keen.
I might give the lyrics a shot. I damn sure ain’t no pro, but when I hear a story like that, that’s where my head goes. The owners of the local music store told me a story about their Aunt Flo and her house blowing up. I came home, sat down, and 15 minutes later I sent them the lyrics. I told them they could do as they please with them. I just had to get them out of my head.
I emailed the lyrics to you.
I wish you all a happy & peaceful new year ,sadly, the shit started down here before New Orleans.
https://www.stuff.co.nz/nz-news/360537550/outstanding-policewoman-lyn-fleming-dies-after-being-hit-car-being-used-weapon-new-years-eve
Please take care out there people.
Joy and peace to you, Hurben. Let’s hope we all hear less from the world’s lunatics in 2025. We know they’re out there, and have always been out there, but maybe — just maybe — they could take a little time off?
That really stinks. I don’t understand where all this hate comes from. Even when you see it first hand, it makes no sense at all.
Happy new year to you too, Hurben! It’s been downright balmy down here in SE Arizona. 80 for a high in Tucson today! Going up to see a man about a guitar.