The new and improved Outrageous Manor!
Anyone know where I can get Betty Boop Appliques?
A little day-by-day, blow-by-blow account of my harried life. I locksmith, I hunt, I fish, I play with guns, motorcycles, computers, and cars.
A little over ten years ago, I was active in scouts, and a teaching assistant in the local grade school. It was a real tough job. I'd round up some 5 to 7 ounce paper cups, a fifteen bean soup mix, and some miracle gro potting soil. Usually I'd get a dozen plastic spoons too. After a few times, I'd figured out that 5 of the fifteen beans would not grow under this method. I'd saved them the bother of finding this out the hard way. I could shepherd a half dozen classes through growing their ten styles of beans. I wish I'd known of aquaculture back then. My mission was mainly esteem building. Show them they could get some plants to grow. Some of these kids were emboldened to go on to grow more things. Two of them were recently arrested for growing something legal in Washington State, but illegal at the Federal level.
Posted by John B at 6:27 PM
Sean Sorrentino recently posted on the loss of his friend.
I figure I should tell the story of Ruby, while she's still alive and she's the only dog who was here when I had a family.
Our Dog Copper had to be put down. He only made a few years past ten. My Rottweiler Chester was moping around and Dad practically ordered me to go get Chester a dog. As Copper was a Cocker Spaniel, Dad thought we should get a Cocker as a replacement. We went out in the country. Really just a few miles down the road. A family there had a litter of pups for sale. The male was already sold. I knew that it was going to be her. She was colored just like a Rottweiler. Yep I'm a racist, live with it! I did bring her sisters to the van to check first, both of them were speckled pups. Dad has a thing against that. They swarmed all over my brother. He is leery of dogs not ours. Was. The pup who became Ruby just lay at his feet and waited for him to respond.
Posted by John B at 9:15 AM
Right now, I am looking closely at building a 'Teardrop' Trailer!
I am probably the only Scout ever to have built a mini cabin, at every
nightly stop, in a two week hike!
I can't help it! I can't stand living out of a tent!
Now, at 51 years of age, I really hate the idea of sleeping on the
ground. Maybe the teardrop could serve as the bedroom, and kitchen, of
my future mobile lifestyle. me! Two Dogs! and as few possessions
dragging me down as I can manage! I wish I could go back in time and
start over at 17.....
Posted by John B at 2:46 AM
This story came on TV at a pivotal time in my life, just before I learned to drive. Before I became involved with computers. Before my life went down the track that took me to where I am today. My life would have been so much different if I had went totally the way of the outdoorsman. Watching the episodes again after almost thirty years, I am openly weeping at the end theme of the show. Denice thought "Our Song" was "Psycho Killers" by the Talking Heads. I was gobsmacked when she could sing the Grizzly Adams theme. That really was "Our Song". I am having the loss, almost three years ago, come crashing in on me again. The one woman who really got me, understood me, torn from us so cruelly.
I just want to go into the wilderness. Hopefully forget the grief, and remember the joy.
Posted by John B at 11:47 PM
The title is the search term you can use on ebay.
This link is the one I'm going to try.
I want a good strong corn crop.
So I'll look at the vendors other offerings.
I will have an e-book out with my gleanings gardening.
The popcorn is sprouting OK, the Deer Feed Corn must be what they call an F1 Hybrid.
It isn't showing a sprout, not even a bump! -update- It did about 50-60% germination.
Hickory King Corn is the heirloom variety I'm seeking.
Trucker's Favorite is one I'm being talked around to!
Posted by John B at 3:32 PM
I may have blogged on this before. There is a trite old saying. "If you shoot someone with a .25, and he finds out, you're in trouble. Now I have carried on and off for thirty years. Several of those were with a .25. I switched to a .22, because in those bad old Clinton-y days, a box of .25 cost the same as a box of .45. I have shot the .25. It does harsh damage to wood, and it will penetrate a jello jiggler to a depth of 5 to 6 inches. More than adaquate enough.
There is a lot of snobbery on the internet regarding the .25. And in Real Life! I was regaled one night to an urban legend of a convenience store clerk that was shot in the head with a .25. The bullet traversed under the skin outside the skull and caused minimal damage. The Restaurant Manager regaled me with this tale, I don't know what his motivation was. I informed him that this was a single incident, not a trend. He couldn't even take action on a waitress over a single incident.
The only reason I started carrying 9mm was the fact that I got a nice Kel-Tec, smaller than the P-64 in Makarov caliber that it replaced. Reloading 9mm was cheaper than 9X18, and easier than .25. Of course now the reverse is true. Damn Obama anyway! With luck the prices will go down before I run through all my 9mm. If I really wanted to be mercenary, I could sell some of the Winchester White Box for current prices!
Sorry, just ruminating!
Posted by John B at 10:02 PM