I Think

and to think I said something nice about him earlier, ed...

Is this cowardly Rockhead speaking?

says the peashooter hiding in the gallery...

I didn't 'say', Rocky, I asked. In English word order and question marks denote a question.

Was that the cowardly Rockhead or not?

Ima do this one last time...

where ya from, jtt?











<crickets chirping>

I'm in south central Kansas outside of Wichita to the NW.

come call me a coward to my face, or kindly shut the **** up...

thank you.

Poughkeepsie.

Was that the cowardly Rockhead or not?

sorry ed.

I think this is an awesome thread, despite jtt's asinine interjections...

Rocky, the thread is called "I Think". You oughta try it sometime.

Was that the cowardly Rockhead or not?

I think you are a pestilence with a pig up it's ass.

have a nice evening, jtt.

I'm done with you.

That's what you said some time ago, Rocky. Now, in addition to telling us you are a liar, you're also trying to tell us that that was cowardly Rockhead.

In this spasm of 'honesty' are there any other character defects you wish to add?

1272a. I cooked breakfast with coconut oil this morning. Started with a stainless steel skillet, which is a big move for me. I used the revered iron skillet from childhood, into my sixties. Concern for the metal that likely taints the food made me change. It takes more patience and practice to cook with stainless steel. I put the bacon in and then spooned on about three tablespoons of coconut oil. As the meat began to cook, the oil and grease slowly made a foamy liquid that boiled around and over the bacon strips. I was surprised that it did not curl, the way it does in plain grease. As the meat did not lie firmly against the metal, it did not brown so much, which led to slight overcooking. But I will know better next time.

While the bacon was cooking, I had a pan of canned biscuits in the oven. I greased the pan bottom with butter. These biscuits are processed food, but they have no hydrogenated oil and the blueberries in them are the real thing.

Then I poured out the cooking grease/oil into a cup and cleaned the cooked in stuff from the bottom of the skillet. After which I poured the grease/oil back into the skillet. The eggs are not the best there are. I know that "free roaming, nesting hens" does not mean what the words imply. But that is a step above the cheap production eggs. They fried up nicely, without trying to stick.

I buttered my biscuits with Challenge brand butter. Mrs edgarblythe buttered hers with Challenge soft butter/canola oil.

Bama apple jelly for one biscuit. A half cup of coffee. Mighty good.

1273a. Well. When I was young, I thought being seventy was to either be dead or at death's door. Little suspecting that it is all of that, but so much more. I actually am smarter and more at ease with myself than ever before in this existence. And I can drive, too. My mother always wanted to be close for her father, because he had so little time left. He lived to 98, long after she expired at 56. There are no borders on a human being, until the final chug of the heart. Then one finally must make concessions to the great OOOOOOOO. In the meantime: Get or keep busy, both mind and body. Don't give death the edge, before its time.

I know a bloke who bragged about eating that sort of stuff ed. Then BAM!! Two months in hospital and came out with one leg three feet shorter than the other. He was 90 last week.

That only goes to show that we shoul avoid all stays in a hospital , or at least truncate our stays to a few days. That will protect us from having our legs positioned accidently beneath the chopping machine.

Happy birthday, Edgar! :-))

You ought to eat the sawdust from cresote poles, spendi. That's the next line of alternative health food.

Thanks again reyn m' man, m' friend.

Are yours as big as this one?

Mine will never get taller than five feet, reyn. I cut the tops as they get that height. They are going to bush out and be easier to get leaves and flowers off of.

Yeah, because I was going to say this one is awfully bushy up at the top.