Ugh ~ Just Flip It From Your Box Seat Next Year

Or better yet? Stay home and spare us all your mug on the TV once in a while.

Aw…After All That “Horrible” Addicted Sex, Tiger Says Life

…is fun again.

And EA Sports, which is now supposedly suing South Park, has no sense of fun.

Have fun at Augusta, Bingley.

So Long! Farewell! Auf Wiedersehn! Adieu!

Adieu! Adieu! To you and you…and you!!

…Am I exaggerating? Are we really reaching this “tipping point”? Exact and precise measures cannot be made, but an eye-opening study by the Tax Foundation, a reliable and non-partisan research group, tells us that in 2004, 20 percent of US households were getting about 75 percent of their income from the federal government. In other words, one out of five families in America is already government dependent. Another 20 percent were receiving almost 40 percent of their income from federal programs, so another one in five has become government reliant for their livelihood.

All told, 60 percent – three out of five households in America – were receiving more government benefits and services (in dollar value) than they were paying back in taxes. The Tax Foundation estimates that President Obama’s budget last year will raise this “net government inflow” from 60 to 70 percent. Look at it this way: three out of ten American families are supporting themselves plus – through government – supplying or supplementing the incomes of seven other households. As a permanent arrangement, this is individually unfair, politically inequitable, and economically dangerous.

Naomi Wolf…

…Tea Partier?

JS: If they did invite you, would you speak at a Tea Party?

NW: I would go in a heartbeat. I’ll go anywhere to talk about the Constitution. I believe in trans-partisan organizing around these issues. When I went on Fox News people asked me why I was going on those shows. Are you kidding? You have to go, especially to people you don’t agree with. We need to get back into grappling with people we disagree with if we want to restore the Republic.

…JS: How do you feel about your books bolstering a fight for policies you don’t agree with?

NW: If people are taking my book seriously and organizing, getting into office, caring about the constitution, and not waiting for someone else to lead them, I think, God bless them. All of us should be doing that. The left should be doing that. There is always the risk in advocating for democracy that the first people to wake up might not be your team, but that is a risk worth taking. I would rather have citizens I don’t agree with organized and active than an oligarchy of people that I agree with.

Look, there’s a lot about Ms. Wolf that I disagree with, but I’ll enthusiastically join her on that last sentence.

(via Tim)

Opening Day and I LOVE Baseball

GAH-rrrrooowwwwwlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll…

I Didn’t Sleep Well Last Night

Maybe it was nerves ahead of a busy Easter.

Maybe it was excitement about Daughter coming home after a week visiting her Anti overseas.

Or just maybe it was the really really large glass of Firefly Sweet Tea (bottle courtesy of Jim) on the rocks that I happened to consume…

‘Tis a mystery to me.

Happy Easter!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

**attemptstohidesh*teatin’grin**

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Karma

I’m trying to inspire my vines to be all they can be

Grow, my little grapes…

How Come Jed Clampett…

…got “Texas Tea” oozing out of his ground and all I get is

Jersey Water?

It just ain’t fair.

As an aside, man does this camera add a lot of digital “noise” to the photos when I reduce them to 500 pixels width. See all those white dots? That’s what I’m talking about. It kind of stinks, so if you see a Nikon Coolpix S220 for a cheap price…well, there’s a reason. I’m stuck with mine, but if I were you I wouldn’t buy one.

It’s Hendrick’s Time…

Thursday night when I got home I really needed this…

And those babies were stuffed with blue cheese.

Oh yeah…

Some Households Save Gramma’s Silver, Some Save Grampa’s Stamps. In Casa de major dad, We Save

…t-shirts.

Some are brand new and timely, saved for their possible relevance later on (Remember a t-shirt with a certain Mouse in red, white and blue boxers, who had a middle digit and warm wishes extended for a certain country of Muslim origin? I’ve still got it.) Others are old, much worn and much loved. Saved just before their last fiber shreds: gently laundered and packed away for fond remembrance. Kinda like this one of major dad’s.

Yeah, it’s been 20 years, but I knew exactly where it was. And it stayed put.

Didn’t want to lay a hex. Just like we never watched a single Butler game during this whole, improbable run, but dang if we didn’t hit ESPN.com or Indy.com the second the score crawl said “F”. Ah, jubilation!

Now I’ve pulled it out, this Bulldog emblazoned talisman from the blanket chest. For this weekend. I think it’ll be alright.

I do want to pass something on to those great Butler kids, who get to play in that magnificent, incredible icon of the sport. It’s alright to talk about the Colts and your admiration for them. Understandable. But in this place and time, with who you are and what you’ve done?

I’d be praying to the Saints.

UPDATE: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

See above post.

Maundy Thursday

Christ we do all adore Thee and we do praise Thee forever
Christ we do all adore Thee and we do praise Thee forever
For on the holy cross hast Thou the world from sin redeemed
Christ we do all adore Thee

With those simple yet glorious words, composed in 1867 by Théodore Dubois, sung a cappella, our service tonight will end in darkness as the altar is stripped of all cloths and adornments and we will depart in silence, pondering our condition.

An evening to reflect on who we are, what we are, what we’ve done…and what we can and can not do.

SHOCKA: A Couple of Weekends Ago, major dad Exclaims “What a RACK!!” in PUBLIC

…and I didn’t schmack the crap out of him!

“ths?!?! You DIN?!?!?”

Oh, no, baby, ‘Cause he was right. On. We’d stumbled upon a timely bargain at the Commissary.

(Being the kinda folks we are, after savagely “FRENCHING” said bargain, then we outfit with the tin-foil protection shield.)

“Bellows that f’ard shot oven to FOURHUNNERT DEEgrees!!!”
“Aye, Captain!”

In the meantime…I had some LIGHT whole wheat kaisers left from World Famous Hamburger night, so I started to pulse those babies into bread crumbs, adding a couple cloves of garlic, along with fresh parsley, rosemary and thyme when the bread was about halfway to crumbland.

Into a bowl it all goes, along with a sprinkle of salt and no more than a tablespoon of dijon. Add olive oil slowly to moisten. (You want this stuff to stick together, but not glop.)

Lamb-y-kins is liberally salted, peppered and popped into an oven safe skillet on med high heat to brown off the fat.

Lurvely! Turn the heat off. Being VERY concious of the HOT sides of the skillet, get your constant read thermometer inserted, then press the breadcrumbs all over the browned surface of the rack. In he goes to the oven until you get an internal reading of about 125° for rare to medium rare.

While he’s roasting away, major dad made one of his World Famous Caesar salads, as well as a batch of his Soon To Be World Famous braised spinach. I contributed a prepared box of Near East Toasted Pine Nut CousCous, which blends BEAUTIFULLY with the spinach right before serving.
Whoa! Temperature alert’s beeping! Yank that sucker out and let him rest.

Open the bottle, get the plates, then feel free to carve away. (Gently, of course, so you don’t screw up your beauteous coating!)

Lip SCHMACKIN’!!

Filed Under: Truer Words

Beer is delicious. So is meatloaf.

A note to Jonah about one man’s descent into…um…”Hell”.