And I sprayed some unwanted weeds in the flower beds.

 Yesterday morning I put out my American flag and then I dragged out the smoker. I drove down to the grocery.  I threw the stuff for a perfect Memorial Day dinner in the cart.

Around noon I got things started. By supper time it was all ready; pulled pork (from a small pork shoulder), baked beans, cheesy potato casserole, and corn on the cob I cooked in the husk on the grill. Sunday we picked up some strawberries from the farmers market and we had strawberries on pound cake for desert after I washed up the dishes. 

In Memorium

 

They gave the ultimate sacrifice so we can be free.

For the birds.

 The wife has a "summer" wreath on the front door. As I walked up on the porch I saw a bird dart from behind it with a flutter. Sure enough, there was a nest. I grabbed so gloves and pulled it out. Then I saw movement and the remains of little blue shells.

Crap.

I carefully put the nest back behind the wreath. I told the wife to be carefull going out the front door. We will shake the door before opening it so the stupid bird does not fly into the house. 

Birds, bunnies, chipmunks, squirrels,  racoons, foxes, and coyotes -- the 'burbs are teeming with nature.  And that is just my tiny portion. 

Saturday Smiles

 No, Alice Cooper is not going to growl out his hit tune, but school is out for the summer. The oldest granddaughter is moving to middle school and had some friends over for a slumber party. As a consolation prize the youngest came to spend the night. 

Luckily she views it as a good thing to come o er and is overjoyed to get all of the attention. We went to her favorite restaurant for dinner (The Old Spaghetti Factory) and then came home and watched a movie.  

Life is good

Friday Music

 

Mellow Me

 So I was at the grocery grabbing stuff for supper, I did not have a lot of stuff but I did have 5 pounds of potatoes and a gallon of milk plus some other things, so I selected a cart instead of a little carry basket, 

I grabbed my stuff and went to an open self check-out line. I paid and as I gathered up my bags I placed them and the milk and potatoes in my cart to push it back to the lobby. At that time a middle-aged woman came up behind me. 

"Hey you," she said in a snotty tone, "Are you just going to just walk off and leave your basket?"

I turned and she was pointing at a hand basket someone had left next to the checkout.

WTH?

I gave her my best look of disdain. "Clearly, I have a cart, it is not mine," I silently added you f-ing busy-body self-important Karen. I resisted to urge to flip off this haridan and left the store. 

I bet she is a real joy to her kids and husband, if she has either.

See, I am getting more mature and easy to get along with in my old age. I avoided an easy confrontation with a real bitch. 

Sheesh

 I've been at this far too long. When I started this piece o'crap blog my youngest kid was 12. 

My eldest granddaughter "graduates" from elementary school Friday.  She will be 12 in December, 

I've been posting here for an entire generation.  No wonder I can't think of anything to write about.