Ron G.

Thanks everybody for the wonderful birthday wishes! The firewood is stacked, dmiller and all is well cept for all them embarrassing questions. Belle... Actually, it was Doug...but...uh....how'd YOU know? Thanks again!

Some of the finest, smartest, best looking and happiest people in the entire world are born in the latter part of November! Cool! Happy Birthday!

BEAR MARINADE 2 cups Guiness Stout 2 cups vinegar (or 4 cups or either) 1 tsp. Worcestershire sauce 1 bay leaf 2 whole cloves Pinch of salt 1 tbsp. whole black pepper Combine all ingredients 4 pounds bear meat 5 quart slow cooker 2 pounds small red potatoes, quartered 1 package celery, sliced 1 pound baby carrots 1 24 ounce package small whole mushrooms 2 packages Lipton Onion Soup 16 ounce package frozen peas 2 large onions, all chopped up in little pieces 2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce 1/2 teaspoon thyme 1/2 teaspoon salt 2 slices crumbled bacon 2 teaspoons crushed garlic 2 cups beef broth 1 cup Madeira or red wine or sherry 1 tbl corn starch Directions Marinate meat 24 to 36 hours in marinade When ready to cook, boil potatoes until half cooked Drain potatoes and place in a 5 quart slow cooker Combine celery, carrots, mushrooms, onion soup mix, peas, onions, Worcestershire sauce, thyme, salt, bacon, garlic and beef broth Mix well and cook on low setting for about 12 hours Add wine and some corn starch and cook VERY SLOWLY while stirring for another 2 hours Eat

I'm not a constitutional law expert, but I tend to think the First Amendment Free Speech has more to do with the ability of WE THE PEOPLE to say whatever we like about the leaders we elect and the policies and legislation they enact. It's appropriate since it's OUR lives that are directly affected and OUR money that pays for it. When somebody cusses up a blue streak like many commedians do or calls somebody a name such as this Michael Richards guy evidently did, then that falls under the category of common decency or courtesy. This sort of thing needs to be UNregulated with no threats of tort violation. That sort of thing needs to be self regulated by WE THE PEOPLE in the marketplace of ideas and free discourse. If you go into a crowded biker bar full of partying bikers and loudly declare ".... BIKERS SUCK!!!", you will most likely be regulated by the bikers there and they probably won't gather together, hire a lawyer and initiate a lawsuit against you to do this regulation. I don't have a problem with somebody calling someone a name like Richards did or saying anything else of a racial nature or anything simply because, as one of the other posters said, "It lives inside him" (I'm not going to take the time to look it up and quote it), and it's FAR better to know what lives inside him that way than to silence him and let it fester inside until it comes out in some other way that might be much more destructive than a mere epithet. It always helps to know exactly where you stand and where someone else stands. If you don't like what he says/thinks, then don't buy his stuff and contribute to paying his bills...but just take it in stride and move on with your life...let it float or sink in the free marketplace of ideas. As many know, I don't always agree with what's said by many of the more "progressive" amongst us and I like to take pokes at them, but if it ever came down to it, I'd be among the very first to take up a rifle and DEFEND their right to say what they say...but then I'm always looking for an excuse to get my rifle and shoot something.

First you have to make some sausage. My personal favorite is to take equal parts of bacon, ham (GOOD smoked stuff...not the stuff you buy at the super market) venison loin and pork loin and grind them all together in your meat grinder, then season to taste with some black pepper, sage, cayenne pepper, garlic and salt and then grind it some more. Put the sausage in the refrigerator until ready to use. It needs to sit refrigerated for at least 24 hours to taste right. Now go make some biscuits. Get a big ol' skillet and crumble up some of your sausage (I dunno how much....you know how many folks you have to feed....I don't) add some chopped onion and brown it all in the skillet. Take some flour and mix it up good in the skillet with the sausage and the sausage grease and when it's all mixed up good, add some milk and keep stirring it until it turns into gravy. You have to let the milk boil a little bit, but keep stirring it until it gets thick enough to be gravy. Okay, now fry a couple eggs. I have a couple old tuna fish cans with the top and bottom removed and all sprayed up with PAM so the eggs won't stick. I take the cans and lay them in the skillet and fry the eggs in them and that way the eggs are just the right size to fit the biscuits when done. Before the yolks are too hard, punch them with your fork and kinda spread it around. Take one of your biscuits and break it in half. Put them on the plate side by side and cover them with your sausage gravy, then put an egg on each side. Now, take some extra sharp cheddar cheese and put one slice over each egg. Stick it all in your oven and let it heat until the cheese melts. Okay, that's all done and ready to eat, but I did say Goobered hash browns, didn't I? Shred up a couple taters and some chopped onions and put it all in your skillet and put it over the fire. You might want to put a little lard or oil or something in the pan first or you'll ruin the whole wretched mess. Cook while stirring the taters until they begin browning, then add about a third cup per tater of UNsalted dry roasted peanuts. Stir it all around until it looks like it'll eat and then salt and pepper to taste. I like to put a little chopped bell pepper and garlic in it, too...some mushrooms don't hurt, either. This eats real good when you're out in your deer camp before dawn on a real cold morning. Some real hot fresh coffee goes great with it. May you all get a 12 pointer after eatin your breakfast!

Thanks, Oakspear. That really doesn't ring a bell, either, but thanks, anyway.

Where was Gloria et al when the looney lefties at Columbia University were calling the black representative of the "Minutemen" a nigger? Just illustrates the looney left hypocrisy. By the way, who is Michael Richards?

#1 Just imagine how much more we're going to get out of our monthly magazine when our leadership allows us to learn how to read! #2 This is the new "Christian Family and Sex " syllabus featuring pictures of Rosie and Donna in fig leaves using a weedeater and pink sweater JUST LIKE YOURS!.....you interested?

That message you got on your answering machine Sunday night? The one from "The Tennesse Traveller"? Well, that was me calling from Bowtwi's cell phone. Bet you thought that was some ol' drunk getting the wrong number, didn't ya? After hearing Three Dog Night singing "Jeremiah Was a Bullfrog", I left that message. Just so ya know.....now you can raise the shades and go outside again....all is safe...I'm back on my mountain in Arkinsaw again with no cell phone. LOL

Bowtwi and Annie done hit the road at 6:04 Pm my time and are back on their way to KC. Most likely, they won't be going thru Flippin on the way since they seemed to want to get home brfore 2AM. We all had a great time and meeting some of the GSers for the first time was quite a thrill. Andrew sez frrrraaaaaaaaaaap

posted by bowtwi on Ron's computer ... just a few stern warning, yeah, right! We just slept our 2nd night on the mountain - what a gorgeous place to wake up and see the sunrise! I see why ArkieRon loves it here so. Fortunately, my job is one I can do from anywhere, even from the top of this mountain. I'm feeling lucky today! I had some trouble posting pics yesterday - had a great one of suda, Ron and myself with what was left of the all-time most amazing cake I have ever had the pleasure of savoring. Brace yourselves. It's called Italian Cheese Cake. :blink: I'll post more pics after I'm home, which won't be til after dark tonite. Darn the bad luck, I'm going to have to stay put so I can use Ron's computer at least til I know I have all the work edited that is due today. Shucks. NOT! Yesterday as I was making myself at home at Mr. Rascal's computer emptying memory sticks so the kids could get back at their photography adventure when we got back on the road, RascalMom hollered the food was getting cold, and people came from every direction to the dining room. We feasted on the best biscuits and gravy I know (Rascal makes them almost every time we get together - at our request) and bacon, eggs, fruit and who knows what all, I looked around that room at all those lovely faces while we ate - oh man, we have so much to be thankful for in our friends. Speaking of friends, Dot Matrix came up to bring Sarah, who may or may not start being called Fifi any moment, and brought along a friend of hers. Dot, please post some of your stories about praying to God for very specific needs and desires and how undoubtedly God-involved, this woman seems to come out of nowhere with exactly what you've asked God for. Dot's friend pulled me aside and we looked at a map to see just how far we were from Rascal's house. Dot and Rascal really wanted to meet each other, but time wasn't on our side. Neither was mapquest. Holy moly, were the time estimates off by incredible amounts! So we got out our trusty atlas and Dot's friend decided she could spare the time after all to treat Dot to the Rascal and Family experience. First thing after stopping to see her horses, we found the fence post that I had ever so lightly tapped a couple years back when I pulled a U-Haul truck into their driveway. They have a tradition in their family that whenever someone hits a tree with a vehicle, that tree becomes "that person's" and they put that person's name on the tree, whether it's carved or a sign, I'm not remembering this morning. So Rascal pointed out to us that there was a sign that said "BOW" that was duct-taped onto the post I hit. I had always felt so very welcomed at their home by all of the family. Now I know that I know that I"m welcome there - part of the family, even. Speaking of, Mr. Rascal is every bit the perfect mate for his Mrs. I had made myself very comfortable on his computer, as is my manner whenever I go there. I went and sought out his help about plugging in my USB cord media card reader so I could post a few pics here from their place and empty out the memory sticks for the kids to fill up again. I didn't want to just go unplugging things without permission. As he came with me to the den from the kitchen, I explained that I just needed to be able to download the pics to my folder on his desktop. LOL He got it right away and what fun it was teasing back and forth. Then when we broke away to head home so at least one of our kids could attend school today (my apologies to Andrew), I opened my trunk and out popped a cat that somehow found it's way into my trunk! What a surprise that would have been to discover in Kansas City! He didn't admit it, but I sorta suspect Mr. Rascal helped that cat with the escape plan. As always, any kid or dog or grown-up I bring to the wonderful Rascal home sort of clings onto Rascal almost as if they've forgotten I even exist. Doesn't bother my ego a bit. I get that same loved-up treatment, how can I complain? Oh yeah, another Mr. Rascal is my hero story. The big kids were upstairs happily playing video games while the food was getting cold. They just didn't seem to get the spoken message that it was time to come down and eat. Mr. Rascal went and shut off the breaker to that part of the house! He really got their attention and a great meal was enjoyed by all. As I said to Mr. Rascal, there are only about 1300 GSers I have yet to bring there. Who's next? Off to work with me. What a great life, this being a greasespot! If I had known it would be this great, I"d have gotten myself kicked out of the way for something I actually did and a whole lot sooner!

We'uns just got back up on our mountain and all is well. Bow tried to toss me out twice, since Andrew got a little box that makes electronic farts (remote controlled) the day we left and stuck it under my seat, but since Bow didn't smell anything, she let me continue riding with just a few stern warnings. We drank a lot of coffee, laughed a lot, drank more coffee, gossiped about all of you, drank more coffee, fussed at me for farting (but it really wasn't me since Andrew got that damned little box), laughed some more, drank more coffee, opened the window a lot and rocked out to Andrew's new Inna Gadda Da Vida CD. It sure was fun, and we met lotsa cool folks that I'd never met before like Dot Matrix, Rascal, SudosSuda, Mark and I never even met BowTwi before. Maybe some of those nice folks will even let me come back when they find out it was all Andrew's fault with that little fart box...and WHOEVER it was that sent it to him.

Yes, Belle, this years entry is truly a perky turkey.

Ingredients: 1 whole chicken or turkey 1 large lemon, cut into halves sprig of rosemary salt and pepper to taste butter or olive oil, whichever you prefer Heat oven to 350 degrees Rub butter or oil over the skin of the chicken/turkey until it is completely coated. Sprinkle with salt and pepper and any other seasonings you prefer. Take a knife and gently separate the skin from the breast meat; Slide lemon halves under the skin with the peel side up, one on each side. This way the juice from the lemon will release into the breasts. Place sprig of rosemary into the chicken/turkey. Cover and bake for 30-45 minutes. Remove cover and continue to roast until juices run clear, basting every 15-20 minutes. If you've followed these steps correctly, your chicken/turkey should look like the one in the picture. Bon Appetit!

Happy birthday, Belle!!! It seems you share your birthday with my dad. He most likely would have called it "Tony Cracker's", also. Happy Birthday!!

Belle... Hunter orange and camo bridal apparel don't sound bad... but for that special wedding night (in deer camp, of course), you gotta come to Arkinsaw for the finest in fashion... http://www.arkansasduckhunter.com/camo_lingerie.asp

Doojable sez... "The sad thing is that I heard of a time when a certain "leader" in CA said that he couldn't pray for a man's son unless he got permission from Loy Boy - Geez!" That would have been me. At a picnic in Oakland in late '93 or early '94, Paul G*les was doing a deication for some babies. I went to him and requested Andrew be dedicated. He refused rather abruptly, telling me he needed LCM's direct permission for that. Evidently, Andrew needed to be "checked out" first. What ....ed me off even more was when I moved from CA back to Arkansas...a very sensible decision by ANYONES standards, I got word that I was on probation for moving out of state without the direct permission and approval from on high (Harvey Pl*tig, the CA Limb Boss and whoever else...probably LCM). But then I'd already gotten on HP's bad side by that time. There was some sort of "class" I was required to attend and I went to the first session. All it was was LCM sitting on a square bale of hay all dressed up like a cowboy and cussing and carrying on about something...don't know what...I kept dozing off. I missed the next session...the next day, cuz I didn't feel motivated to drive 90 miles to listen to some stupid LCM rant for 6 hours or however long it was only to be refreshed with cookies and coffee. If I'm gonna listen to some good cussin' I'll just stay home and do it myself....that way I get to sleep in and save gas. That's basically what I told HP when he called me up to fuss about me missing that "class". He told me "We don't take missing a class like that lightly"...but saw fit to forgive me and drop it when I couldn't stop laughing at him. I was thankful. I was, after all, hiring assorted twiggies from the area and paying them pretty good money at the time. That must have counted for something, I spose. I'm glad those days are over...and have been for over a decade, now. Whew.

It's that time again. This is a shameless offer for all to help support our Scout Troop...and of course Andrew's endeavors. Just go to http://www.orderpopcorn.com Just enter the following where it says "Enter Scout's Order Key" TE7UJ4 hit the "GO button and check out the products. The chocolate covered popcorn is wonderful as is the caramel coated with almonds and pecans. Did I mention Andrew's code? TE7UJ4SIZE> It helps support Scouting, too!

I got this from one of my email buddies... About 2 years ago my I was on a cruise through the western Mediterranean aboard a Princess liner. At dinner we noticed an elderly lady sitting alone along the rail of the grand stairway in the main dining room. I also noticed that all the staff, ships officers, waiters, busboys, etc., all seemed very familiar with this lady. I asked our waiter who the lady was, expecting to be told that she owned the line, but he said he only knew that she had been on board for the last four cruises, back-to-back. As I left the dining room one evening I caught her eye and stopped to say hello. We chatted and I said, "I understand you've been on this ship for the last four cruises". She replied, "Yes, that's true." I stated, "I don't understand" and she replied, without a pause, "It's cheaper than a nursing home". "So, there will be no nursing home in my future. When I get old and feeble, I am going to get on a Cruise Ship. The average cost for a nursing home is $200 per day. I have checked on reservations on a cruise line, and I can get a long term discount, and senior discount price of $135 per day. That leaves $65 a day for: Gratuities which will only be $10 per day. I will have as many as 10 meals a day if I can waddle to the restaurant, or I can have room service (which means I can have breakfast-in-bed every day of the week). As many as three swimming pools, a workout room, free washers and dryers, and shows every night. They have free toothpaste and razors, and free soap and shampoo. They will even treat you like a customer, not a patient. An extra $5 worth of tips will have the entire staff scrambling to help you. I will get to meet new people every 7 or 14 days. T.V. broken? Light bulb need changing? Need to have the mattress replaced? No Problem! They will fix everything and apologize for your inconvenience. Clean sheets and towels every day, and you don't even have to ask for them. If you fall in the nursing home and break a hip you are on Medicare; if you fall and break a hip on the ship they will upgrade you to a suite for the rest of your life. Now hold on for the best. Do you want to see South America, the Panama Canal Tahiti, Australia, New Zealand, Asia, or name where you want to go? A ship will be ready to go. So don't look for me in a nursing home, just call shore to ship. P.S.: And don't forget, when you die, they just dump you over the side -- at no charge. Angela M. Lowe Prissy Pink Princess

C da videoActually, I can do the very same thing swingin' my gym shorts around.

Garth and all others who "just don't get it"... Turn your teevee and radio off...learn to enjoy the quiet...get out in the woods camping on one of those gentle spring nights and enjoy the feel and aroma of the breeze blowing thru the pines while listening to the call of the whipoorwill...then wake up to the call of the morning dove as your campfire smoke dissipates fragrantly into the fresh, clean air....you just MIGHT get it. Get a chainsaw, post hole digger, some fence and a come along and do a days work under the hot southern sun...MAYBE you'll get it. Get a rifle and go hunt, kill, clean, butcher and cook up some venison tenderloin...THAT might help you get it. Get to know somebody and get an invite to a big family reunion, Christmas or Thanksgiving dinner or some other family get together...THAT'LL get YOU. I'm southron to the marrow of my bone and listen to classical music...mostly...I like Irish/Scottish folk, too, dislike wrestling, don't care for NASCAR, don't pay any attention to football, but like the halftime shows and prefer my own cooking and eschew ALL chain restaurants. With what you posted, YOU are perpetuating the mythology that permeates yankee mentality. Yankee mythology suggests we're all ignorant rubes. It's been my experience that most southrons are better educated (I have a Masters in English), more aware(I left TWI before many of you), healthier (I cut a rick of firewood and did chores and my morning hike before I got online today and still feel great), more cultured (Can YOU listen to the William Tell Overture without thinking of the Lone Ranger?) and MUCH more polite and respectful to others (we say sir and ma'am to everyone) than any yankee (cept one or two notable exceptions I could name...typically from Michigan...sometimes I think parts of Michigan might be displaced southern regions...from what I hear). Anyway, you're looking for southerness in all the wrong places...or you're following your own pre conceived notions too far. First and foremost, turn the teevee off and turn the radio off...back away from the computer, avoid the strip malls and abondon all the other trappings of "homogenized America" and savor the reality...on YOUR terms sans preconceived myths and notions.

ERIE, Pa. — A woman used her 4-week-old baby as a weapon in a domestic dispute, swinging the infant through the air and striking her boyfriend with the child, authorities said. The baby was critically injured in the attack early Sunday, said District Attorney Bradley Foulk. "Never, never, never. I can never remember anything like this," Foulk told the Erie Times-News. Chytoria Graham, 27, of Erie, was charged with aggravated assault, reckless endangerment and simple assault. She was held Monday in the Erie County Jail in lieu of $75,000 bail. The infant, whose name and gender were not released, was taken to a hospital in Pittsburgh. Authorities did not identify the hospital, and the baby's condition Monday was not released. There was no immediate indication whether the man Graham is accused of attacking was the baby's father. Authorities removed four other children from Graham's home and placed them with the Erie County Office of Children and Youth, Foulk said. ClikkydaLinky

Your Dominant Intelligence is Spatial Intelligence You've got a good sense of space and how the world around you looks. You can close your eyes and "see" images. You have innate artistic talent. An eye for color and shapes, you're also a natural designer. Since you think in pictures, visual aids and demonstartions help you learn best. You would make a good navigator, sculptor, visual artist, inventor, architect, interior designer, or engineer. What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have? Interesting.