few words, few pics instead. up against it lately – don’t know which way is up, which way is down. time change didn’t help, warmer weather (recording breaking day today) did.
boneless skinless chicken thighs tossed on the hot grill
portabello caps tossed on too, and lotsa s&p
getting sauced – the chicken I mean, lol
more and more bbq sauce
almost done now folks
and don’t be fooled by my backyard patio light. this was night/dark y’all!!
… LOVE the border. Getting there folks, today was a good day, accomplished a lot … and tomorrow – we grout!! Btw, completely off topic; love that word used as a verb … sumthin’ to think ’bout wordsmiths?!?!
Is it getting better? Or do you feel the same?
Will it make it easier on you now? You got someone to blame
Well did I ask too much? More than a lot
You gave me nothing. Now it’s all I got
We’re one. But we’re not the same
See we hurt each other. Then we do it again
And I can’t be holding on to what you got
When all you got is hurt
… and LOWE’S … thou$and$ later … and NOW you send me a special Holiday Offer?!?! Oh the renovating irony of it all, lol. And trust me, not a motherfucking chance in hell I ain’t weaselling my way into your generous graces … sign me up!! 😮
Ok, so the do ain’t exactly new … is only slightly changed … busted, lol. But it’s a haircut nonetheless and nothing beats those 75 carefree minutes (washes my hair twice – before and after the cut – my stylist is the best, but so am I and I deserve it) spent being quaffed and pampered, laughing and shooting the shit, leaving refreshed … a feeling-good-about-myself-man, ‘nstead of that my-long-hair-is-finally-getting-on-my-nerves-I-can’t-take-it-anymore-dude who walked in.
… and THIS is the race of the week-end, NOT the Classic – don’t let anyone tell ya different. After great deliberation, opted for her, her better odds, her freshness. Just gut-feel the past 2 weeks has taken a toll on my orignal (lower priced too) pick Excelebration … thinkin’ he might bounce, not cozy up to Santa Anita’s rock hard aspalt- like turf course. Superstitious signs lead to the Freddie and the French filly … first the double with Miesque, then the triple with Goldikova, and now maybe another with Moonlight Cloud?! Damn Freddie, you’re a master of the distaff. Go girl go!!
… adding to my already too-many-beer-glasses-collection, lol. Snagged this while out shopping at Ikea … needed a little pick-me-up-present after the day spent winding my way searching for the cashier, exit, and ESCAPE!! Blogging in real-time too folks … cheers!! 😎
Story starts a couple months back when Hydro arrived unannounced and butchered the HUGE shrub at the front of our property. Said they needed it cleared to allow access to their box … funny thing for years they never seemed to care/bother ’bout the box or the bush. Removing it created (… and left) such a mess … really was an eyesore (not to mention carelessly snipping my cable/internet line in the process – don’t ask, don’t get me started) with the ground all chewed up and seeing the exposed rusted out original box … it was a blot at the end of my driveway. A bit of complaining from the complainers was all it took. They replaced the box, laid new sod, and planted three beautiful shrubs … really did a great job fixing it up too. Imagine my surprise coming home yesterday and seeing this … couldn’t believe it. Hydro must really want them to survive the winter … I’m guessing they’re hedging their bets (y’all caught that right, lol?) avoiding getting an earful if they don’t!! 😆
my new shrub protectors
spiked and anchored to the ground – ooooh, nice mani-dani
I focus on the pain the only thing that’s real
The needle tears a hole the old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away but I remember everything
What have I become my sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away in the end
You could have it all my empire of dirt
I will let you down I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of shit upon my liar’s chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time the feelings disappear
You are someone else I am still right here
Stuttering, cold and damp
Steal the warm wind tired friend Times are gone for honest men
And sometimes far too long for snakes
In my shoes, a walking sleep
And my youth I pray to keep
Heaven sent hell away
No one sings like you anymore
I still remember every single word you said
and all the shit that somehow came along with it
still there’s one thing that comforts me
since I was always caged and now I’m free
LOVE this one … and the elevator music ain’t shabby either, lol. Big Me!!
… quickie update on the spruce up. I know I know, you’ve been patiently waiting to hear … too many headaches – don’t get me started. Good news is that FINALLY it’s a go … thanks Reno Warrior Hawk!! Been shopping up a storm at the big-box stores – over buying too since their return policy permits taking back unused shit no questions asked. Couldn’t believe my luck today returning to another store, not even big-box … receipt was from July 5 … and before I walked in was hoping they’d give me a store credit, was ready to beg/plead … but dude casually asked for my AMEX, lol. Here’s my great story from Lowe’s yesterday. I was looking for a specific bathroom vanity that I saw online – it was advertised at a clearance price, and knew the last one in the whole province was THIS display model. I know what you’re thinking, and you’re right. I asked the person to get me the person in charge to ask what the best price I could get if I chose to buy it … continually was showing him the DAMAGE  (while I kept planning my negotiation strategies) … but it wasn’t even – only had three tiny nicks, still didn’t stop me from unashamedly planting that, you better give me a good deal seed , meanwhile thinking of the price I wanted to pay. And I knew he was gonna discount it further – they wanted to get rid of it (btw, from overheard conversations amongst employees, always keeping my ears open listening for juicy info … this vendor was being completely discontinued from Lowe’s – BONUS, more bargaining ammo, lol) … so I was one step ahead of him when he told me he’d slash it by 50% MORE … of course I was gonna take it for that (besides it’s close to what I was thinking as a GREAT price), but I gave him my best pokerface hiding my excitement and countered with my “fine, but throw in touch-up paint ’cause I ain’t paying for it”. Lady at the paints bent over backwards trying to match it, she was right … stain (not paint) was the answer, and she said I needed clear satin polyurethane too to apply after the stain … I said great, what did I care, it was gonna be comped – $14 worth for both cans, lol. And here’s the best part, as I proceeded to the check-out I asked the worker helping me about the return policy on this … I honestly assumed it was a final sale (read; no returns) since it was the last one, and since it included so many price reductions … I’m not joking – it’s sick what I paid!! He shook his head and said that I could return it like any other purchase!! Are you fucking kidding me I said, lol?! And I ain’t returning it … thing’s f’n gorgeous AND I haven’t even touched up the blemishes yet!! Been walking around the stores doing the construction guy thing too … you know, with a tape measure strapped to my pants … ‘cept I hang it low on the pocket of my low rise jeans for that little bit of cocky construction guy swagger, ‘nstead of the high waisted up to yer armpits old-school look, like all ya conservative douchey-dufus professionals, lol. Yes, I know the latter is the more practical pick … but DAMN, really was rockin’ ma look, lol!!
Yesterday’s sunny and unseasonably warm 19°C permitting a late October BBQ was just what the doctor ordered, the perfect cure for stopping the dizziness … getting off this spinning ride called life. Food truly is love, it soothes the soul … two Atlantic Salmon filets quickly marinated with olive oil, red onion, dill, parsley, sea salt & black pepper … skin side down on a water soaked (for a few hours) cedar plank and into my hot and ready Weber, shutting the lid and patiently allowing it to make magic. Squirted freshly squeezed grilled lemon juice after plating … a glistening finish. Almost gives the appearance of smoked salmon, but it’s VERY moist and tender … AND pink inside. Please folks, NEVER overcook it – it’s a sin against salmon. My planked salmon … kerplunked!!
folded newspaper protects the plate from the charred plank …
you can see that a little bit o’ that pink I’m talking ’bout …
heard this the other day, the original version (must plead ignorance – never heard/knew of it) by The Move, not ELO – but still Jeff Lynne. Confusing, lol? Just listen y’all!! 😎
October 20, 2012 … last time this champion will grace a racecourse … fitting it occurs on Champions Day at Ascot, and with the Queen in attendance. Some have hailed him the greatest of all time, and while it’s impossible to compare horses from different generations – it doesn’t stop us railbirds from trying. And being a bit of a pundit, am posting a tad prematurely … Â Farewell Frankel – fourteen for fourteen!!
Frankel’s recent work – galloping at Newmarket racecourse …
Frankel’s race history (minus today’s – my apologies) …
Ophthalmologist’s orders, lol … meant as a celebration of sorts; I was normal on 2 field tests – means no glaucoma … good enough reason as any to lift a pint. And when he said this to me and laughed (and I as well) … immediately made me think of what I said – something ALMOST identical two days before … great minds I guess!! 😯