Juxtaposition 8-13-2011 Lucky 'ol Crazy Sun.

Up in the mornin',

Out on the job,
I work like the devil for my pay.
I know that lucky old sun, has nothin' to do,
But roll around heaven all day.

I fuss with my woman, and toil with my kids,
Sweat 'til I'm wrinkled and gray.
I know that lucky old sun, has nothin' to do,
But roll around heaven all day.

Dear Lord above, don't you see I'm cry'in?
I got tears all in my eyes.
Why don't you send down that cloud with the silver lining,
Lift me up to Paradise.

  

'Nuff Said - Packard Hood Ornament

What fresh Hell - Sarah Whatsit. 2/11/2010

Ok, Ok, somethings are just too much fun to not share. 

There ain't a whole lotta thing's I haven't done
but I ain't never had too much fun. 
"Commender Cody"

Sarah Palin Media Addict from Gina Gershon

Nuff said - Ms. Etta James Valentine's Day Approximatetly 2/2011

What Fresh Hell - Misogyny

Misogyny

We all know what it means.

Misandry

Spell Check does not even recognize the word.

When wars are fought

Is Misogyny or Misandry leading the charge?

What Fresh Hell? Rope Dancing

On my last post a reader, Mona, offered a comment regarding Rope Dancing in India. I offered I would try to find an example. I was then corrected for my misspelling and had to make up for such an oversight.
Well I have found a video that has rope dancing in it, as a value added I believe I might have found a video that approaches the one Mr. Charleston has been whining about.

Mona, I'm not sure this is even close to the dancing, you mentioned in passing.
I would remind you that laughter is good for the soul. (again)

My readers are a tough bunch of creative critics.
Or is it a creative bunch of tough critics.
Maybe just a critical bunch of creative toughs.

What? Liza's Fresh Hula Hoopin', Hell, Yeah!

In a effort to be responsive to the needs and wants of the readers I have revisited the Hula Hoop edition. I am also very please say that the trembling dervishes have repaired to their lairs with their boots in hand , turbans pushed back in a jaunty air and robes flung open with a devil may care attitude.

Their choreographer reports that 120 hula hoops have been ordered, tattoo artists are being interviewed, and he is waiting on Lisa's people to return his phone call regarding hoop routines for the troupe.

Perhaps there is hope.

I'm not sure where Gurdjieff is on this.

But here is a quote from him:

'Laughter relieves us of superfluous energy, which, if it remained unused, might become negative, that is, poison. Laughter is the antidote.' George Gurdjieff

Fresh Hula Hoops 2010

Beings how I was there an all when Art Linkletter introduced the hula hoop in the mid 50's and I hooped at least 4 times in my life. When I saw this I was greatly impressed.

"Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative."

Oscar Wilde

Photo of the Moment

Crayfish "et tu fay"
(AKA Crawdaddies)

1 lb cooked crayfish tails
1/4c all purpose flour
1/4 c butter
1 c finely chipped onions
1 c finely chopped celery
1/2 c finely chipped green sweet pepper
3garlic cloves, minced
1 tb butter
3/4 c water
1/2 c sliced green onion
1/4 c nnipped fresh parsley
1/2 - 3/4 tsp salt
1/4 - 1/2 tsp ground red papper (cayenne)
1/4 tsp ground black pepper
Hot cooked rice.

Cook crayfish. STOP.
In a 3 qu pan stir in flour and 1/4 c butter, till smooth, over medium high heat for 3 minutes-stirring constantly.
Reduce heat to medium, cook and stir for 7 minutes, 'til reddish brown roux is formed.
Add onion, celery, sweet pepper and garlic, cook and stir for 5 minutes more.
add 1 TB butter, stir 'til melted, stir in water, green onion, parsley, salt and both red and black pepper.
Bring to a boil, add Crayfish
Return to a Boil.
(Yeah buddy)

Simmer (what?) uncooked for 5 minutes.
Serve with hot rice, if in the south (what?) good with grits.

I will have mine with GRITS.

You have got to be kidding me.

G.R.I.T.S.
Girls Raised In The South.

Please don't call me late for supper.

'Nuff said

Now this Ride has Style.

That's spelled S.T.Y.L.E.

Boy Howdy.

Style.

What Stale Hell, is this?

Tea Baggers:







T Backers:



You do the math.

What Fresh Hell?

A while back Walking Man, suggested no sappy christmas songs, I have tried to honor his request.

What Fresh Hell?

If two or more are gathered in you name...

Nuff said

Well!
what with all the drifting down memory lane
with race cars and
babes and
Crystal thingies and all.
I just have to bring Patsy' voice back,

if only for a monent.

They write songs about her voice.
We should all be so lucky.

With every heart beat.

To Witt:





As I read the letters that you wrote to me
Well it's you, it's you that I?m thinking of
As I read the lines that to me were so sweet
I remember our faded love
I miss you darlin' more and more everyday
As heaven would miss the stars above
With every heartbeat,
I still think of you
And remember our faded love
As I think of the past, all the pleasures that we had
As I watch the mating of the doves
It was in the springtime that you said goodbye
I remember our faded love
I miss you darlin' more and more everyday
As heaven would miss the stars above
With every heartbeat,
I still think of you
And remember our faded love

Lyrics by Grandfather John Wills and grandson Bob Wills
(might be wrong on that, please correct my post)

Pasty stands Alone for all to See.

Max, aka Maxine

One just has to open up and pray.

Ascari never had it so good.

La Virgen smiled.

Call me what you want, but please don't call me late for supper.

(well, ya just had to be there)

What Fresh Hell?

Obscure reference 12&1



Stayin' with the thought from last evening.
I have to say that the intelligentsia of this great country is movin' on.
Walkin' Man said it best
(as always, (I don't know if i believe he really was an auto mechanic))

one just has to 'shrug', join the wise, and move on.
(phooey)

Hank Snow was the writer that day.

That big eight-wheeler rollin' down the track
Means your true-lovin' daddy ain't comin' back
'Cause I'm movin' on, I'll soon be gone
You were flyin' too high, for my little old sky
So I'm movin' on
That big loud whistle as it blew and blew
Said hello to the southland, we're comin' to you
When we're movin' on, oh hear my song
You had the laugh on me, so I've set you free
And I'm movin' on
Mister fireman won't you please listen to me
'Cause I got a pretty mama in Tennessee
Keep movin' me on, keep rollin' on
So shovel the coal, let this rattler roll
And keep movin' me on
Mister Engineer, take that throttle in hand
This rattler's the fastest in the southern land
To keep movin' me on, keep rollin' on
You gonna ease my mind, put me there on time
And keep rollin' on
I've told you baby, from time to time
But you just wouldn't listen or pay me no mind
Now I'm movin' on, I'm rollin' on
You've broken your vow, and it's all over now
So I'm movin' on
You've switched your engine now I ain't got time
For a triflin' woman on my main line
Cause I'm movin on, you done your daddy wrong
I warned you twice, now you can settle the price
'Cause I'm movin on
But someday baby when you've had your play
You're gonna want your daddy but your daddy will say
Keep movin' on, you stayed away too long
I'm through with you, too bad you're blue

Keep movin' on

What Stale Hell, is this?

Turkeys one and all.

Nuff said

nuff said

Go over to Mr. Charleston's and watch the kids.

These cats are their grand parents.

Well, ya know, back in the day.

Most have done checked out of the Waiting on Jesus Towers.

Schadenfreude