Hear the flutter of Wings

Should-da Know-ed

Thoughts and Ideas....I'll throw a fishin' line out into the "Gray Goo-eee Matter" located somewhere in that "Bone-eee Brain House" that sits on the end of the "Broom Stick" that someone shoved up my backside on a whim so, I can try to drag one of those "fish-eee thing-eees' back out. After that I gets to toss it into this chere fryin' pan. That is, of course, if I don't swipe a "fish-eee thing-eee" out of someone-elses "fish-eee bucket" to which I'll give full credit to the someone-else that I swiped his/her "fish-eee thing-eee" out of thier "fish-eee bucket" and then toss it into this chere fryin' pan.

Language and Spellin'....I'll try to keep most of the "Gutter Talk" from gettin' into each post. Ch-yaw'll notice that I did say "TRY". As for the other, IF I can find it in Webster's...IF NOT, get ch-yaw'lls "cryin' towel" ready cause ch-yaw'll might needs it.

Laughter...Doin' my best to discover how to put it into words which is a lot harder than I thought it would be but, somewhere along the line I sure are a-hopin' that I succeed in puttin' a smile onto ch-yaw'lls faces.

Politics....Now that Can and Does get very opinionated and quite Heated around these parts. So, the "Gutter Talk" may rear its ugly head more than once. If, ch-yaw'll don't want to see it at those times then cover ch-yaw'lls eyes cause I don't provide "Eye Wash". Times are tuff--don't ch-yaw'll know.

Religion....I've got mine .. so my opinion is mine. Ch-yaw'll got yours .. so ch-yaw'lls opinion is ch-yaw'lls. I may give my opinion. Ch-yaw'll may comment back according to ch-yaw'll opinion. BUT, we won't be a-chingin' each other's opinion, will we.

So ch-yaw'll come on in, sits it down and puts ch-yaw'll feets up and see if ch-yaw'll might find somthin' that'll catch ch-yaw'lls intrest for awhile. Ch-yaw'll be sure to leave me a comment so I'll know how my "fish-eee thing-eees" are a-cookin' in this chere fryin' pan.

I hears ya, .. I HEARS YA. Damn, my bird sa squawkin', the cat sa yowlin' and I needs my cup of Hot Tea with it "little ole splash" of Bourbon to help take the chill off.

So ch-yaw'll come on back and see what I pulled out of my "fish-eee bucket" .... ch-ear. Miss Em

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Friday, July 30, 2010

What's for Supper?

Hip. Hip. Hurray.  It's Friday night
With not much to do that is in my sight
The week-end has arrived
which means another work week that I've survived

I open the frig wondering just what will be supper
I hope a lot more than bread and butter
A head of lettuce, a green bell pepper and one Italian tomato
An onion, a stalk of celery and a few potatoes
Home made chili but only a cup
A pan on the stove, a little oil and soon I shall sup.

Cat's head is next to the drawer of meat
A long sniff, a set of claws pushing at my feet
And right after the tongue rasps across her jowls
She lets out an ear-screeching yowl
But that won't get her a feast.

The meals ready so it's time to dine
I'll pour a glass of good white wine
Grab a fork, a slice of bread slathered in butter
Bow my head and say Grace
Lift my fork to feed my face
Cause it time for supper.

Miss Em
Yaw'll come on back and see what I be a-doin...Ch'ear.
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