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Saturday, 05 July 2008 |
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Sit down, order yourself a nice healthy plate of chicken, broccoli and pasta. The newspaper reports that a serving of Ruby Tuesday's version has 2,000 calories and 128 grams of fat. Ruby Tuesday itself admits that the dish contains 1,682 calories and 93 grams of fat.
By comparison, a triple Whopper with cheese has 1250 calories and 84 grams of fat. You need to lay off the chicken and broccoli, honey—here, try a triple Whopper.
A stick of butter—an entire stick—has 92 grams of fat and 810 calories. To get the butter's calorie count up to Ruby Tuesday's standard, you would have to add more than a cup of sugar. Why not just throw in some flour and an egg and eat a whole damn birthday cake?
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Digger |
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Friday, 04 July 2008 |
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Jeanne has an armadillo friend who has been visiting lately.
She’s seen it a couple of times (I haven’t yet), and its digging is obvious.
Last night it dug a big hole by the tomato eunuch at our back door, throwing
dirt all over the back porch. I’m going to trap the bugger and take it to
Armadillo Camp out in the wilds of the county.
We are also experiencing a squirrel blossom. The black squirrel living under the old cabin
has turned into a rodent squadron. I want to dust off the .410, but Jeanne
wants me to trap and relocate. I’m mindful of my father’s efforts in that
regard. He kept trapping and relocating, but the problem never diminished. So
the next time he trapped one, he spray-painted its tail blue and hauled it
twenty miles away. It took three or four days to get back home.
So Mom started killing them with a pellet gun. She was about
seventy at the time. (Which is not so far off, now that I think about it.) She
would freeze them and give them to Clarence, our long-time family helper.
Clarence would make squirrel perlou.
Clarence also favored a pot of possum. Sometimes he would spot
one while walking from the bus stop to his house. He’d spook it, and it would play dead. Then
(he claimed), he would lay a stick across its tail, and it would reflexively
wrap its tail around the stick. Clarence would put the stick over his shoulder
and walk home. As long as he didn’t touch the possum, it would continue to play
dead until Clarence heped art become reality.
I think I’ll try it on the next possum I see.
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Damp |
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Friday, 04 July 2008 |
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We invited some friends over for a quiet dinner last night.
Jeanne set the patio table with a tablecloth, plates, glasses, etc. Ten minutes later it rained for the first
time in a couple of months. Not much, but enough to soak the table and make the
air humid. We moved inside. As it turned out, the quiet dinner involved a
certain amount of throwing people in the pool around 1:00 a.m. So today we had
some towels and lost clothing drying on the patio. It rained again. Not much,
but a little more this time.
I think we’re getting the hang of this. I’m going to throw a
tuxedo outside tomorrow.
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Good ol' Wes |
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Wednesday, 02 July 2008 |
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I want to put Wesley Clark in the photo rotator at the top of the page, but it takes time, and I'm so damn busy. With what? Texas Non-Fiction Writers. Just closed the Bad Writing Contest. Gruesome. I need to post the results on the site. Tomorrow. Then I have to do the taxes (April? They were due in April?), then start revising the book that Texas A&M has agreed to publish. And I need a couple more membership pushes for TNFW, and more preparation for the October writers' retreat. Jeez, it's only ninety days away.
Gotta run.
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Fly |
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Wednesday, 02 July 2008 |
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I'll let Jeanne post the details, but this is the flash: the baby birds flew the nest today.
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