I had typed a really long post on Wednesday evening. Nothing controversial just lots of good info. And that damn laptop struck again. Well, I am now in the market for a new computer as that was The End of that laptop. On
I do enjoy listening to younger judges and their terminology. I don’t understand it all but I get the use of new verbiage. Call me a crusty, old fart and I will not argue. But sometimes, it just seems like we are reinventing the wheel.
After Tulsa. Now, as an ag teacher, I can get on with the rest of my year. Historically, this is my most hated show. I don’t like where it sits on the calendar. I don’t like the fairgrounds. I normally don’t like showing there. Even
I’m not even sure what, when or how the addition of “step” came to being. Why not extra-brother or added-sister? Stupid, I know. But why step? Step? It doesn’t even flow. Oddly enough, the whole “step” deal got to whirling through my skull as a result
Cornhole has became very popular the past decade or so. There is even televised collegiate cornhole matches on one of the 12 different espn channels. It’s big fun. Even goats like to play cornhole. Seriously. Well, not all cornhole is fun. There is one facet of
Sometimes, this dang blog feels like an unpaid job. Other times, it feels good to pound the keyboard. And yet, other times, you just wish, that maybe, this is all a bad dream and it didn’t even exist. And then crap gets real.
I spent an hour or two on this evening watching a movie that I have seen several times. Tammy had never watched Gran Torino. So, I gladly sat and watched it with her. Bad ass movie! Hard to argue with anyone that says that Clint Eastwood
No, I’m not talking about a classic car from the online auction. And NO, I didn’t get the Cadillac limo bought either. I had the bid during extended bidding. But this sale was closing during class. A student asked me a question and I lost my
The power of the internet is absolutely scary yet amazing. This morning, while taking a perch upon some porcelain. I opened a week old High Plains Journal. I had read all of the articles but had yet to study the ads. As I looked over this info-laden,
From time2time, I go back and read the crap that I have written. I enjoy this as it is like reading it for the first time. Even though, I was the author, mentally I am taken back to what was rolling through my skull at the time.
