They've been cooking low and slow all day. Big Daddy knows his way around a slab of ribs
We buttered some corn an hour or so ago and put them along side.
I think I'll pour myself a cocktail. I'll sit outside and smell the meat cooking. While I'm there I'll watch the storm come in. I can feel it. The wind has picked up and is blowing the humidity out of the air.
You know what? Big is home tonight, too.
So why am I sitting her posting for the first time in a coon's age when I could be outside visiting with him?
I'm outta here.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
I got one of these framed for Mother's Day.
Perfect and tear producing.
Big was born on Mother's day. ...as some of you know.
Little is no longer little.
Both equally handsome and dashing and charming and smart and talented and wonderful and funny and awe-inspiring.
...yet totally, completely and utterly different.
How is that possible?
Yet, isn't that fantastic?
Check him out!
Posted by Sugar Britches at 7:28 PM
Monday, April 5, 2010
Little took off for school tonight in the car.
However he's used to driving the Blazer, which is an automatic and the Dodge is a manual.
I am a goofin' bundle of nerves. My neck is as tight as a nun's knees. He ground a least a pound trying to find reverse to get out of the driveway.
I can't fault the bubba. I remember learning how to drive a manual. ...it wasn't pretty.
But...once you learn, it is forever. I can get behind the wheel of a 5 speed and go to town. (literally and figuratively) There is something so big and bad about shifting gears. When I got proficient, I felt so tough and powerful, hot and sexy! Roaring along in my...in my...gulp...
Don't you judge me!
When Big starting driving, I didn't have near this amount of angst. Maybe it's cuz Little is the baby, but I have consumed a record amount of vodka since he's been driving. I just know he'll be maimed and/or killed in a hideous wreck.
He is a good driver. He's been driving for almost a year now and he's more careful than Big, but Big always looked at home behind the wheel. Little looks like an uptight little old man. ...and kinda drives like one, God love him.
So I sit on the sofa, cuticles bloody. Vodka and tonic in hand. Prayers on my Absolute breath.
School is only a mile or so away and since I haven't heard sirens, I assume he still among the living and the little Dodge is still in one piece.
...as is he.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
See, I've been really...
I've had an awful lot of...
I'm on a laptop these days. Can use it any room in the house.
Guess my favorite room?
Right now I'm on the couch. I just came in from sitting outside. My clothes smell like grilled hamburgers and wood smoke.
Most pleasant, I must say.
The wine I drank whilst listening to the pond frogs has comfortably settled in several places. Little and two of his cohorts are playing Halo on two different TV's and another is in the kitchen trying to fix the PC.
Big has left to spend the night in town with a buddy. He spends less and less time here at the house. It is as it should be. I like it when he passes through though. Post secondary education and all the trappings that go with it seem to suit him.
It makes me glad. He's come off a hard year.
So as spring rears it's head, the warm-thrilling day we just had will give way to snow this weekend.
Welcome to the Ozarks, Folks.
...and thanks for the prod, You!