I got up at six to start cooking today. We are going to the Mother in Laws and everyone is bringing some food so she doesn't have to cook.
I make a pork roast on the bone which is basically a crown roast of pork chops. Stuffed mushrooms. Roasted potatoes. And a antipasto.
We are away till Monday as we are staying over.
I hope that all of you and your families have a happy, healthy and blessed Easter.
Off to Church.
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Happy Easter, Trooper! Don't overdo.
"Childrens' environments."
Kids are segregated from the adults at church?
Happy Easter, Troop.
Happy Easter, off to Waupun, not the prison, for those Wisconsinites in the know.
Meeting all the extended prospective in laws to my daughter, they're all conservatives. But I'll be OK, I got used to you all right? My daughter said she will kick me under the table if politics comes up, my lip is zipped. Wish me luck.
Happy Easter everyone.
Hope your "baskets" are full.
big easter tits.
Happy Easter. Mrs. RC is making pork roast too. I'm catching up on some work.
Easter greetings to all TYers.
Happy Easter everyone!
On top of the normal stuff, I'm packing to go on an unexpected trip to southeastern Tennessee (leaving bright and early tomorrow morning and plan to make the trip in a [very long] day of driving). I hope everyone is having a good holiday (or just plain old Sunday, for those who don't celebrate Easter) and is looking forward to happy and healthy new week.
You know what breaks my heart?
The fucking ASPCA ads with that canadian singer Sarah something.
All those fucking sad dog eyes-I immediately break down.
How can a human being abuse a fucking dog?
Dogs are the best.
tits
Arctica islandica, commonly known as the ocean quahog can live up to 400 years.
Isn't that amazing?
Quahog.
Hog.
He is risen. Happy Easter!!
Happy Easter, to your platoon, Mighty Trooper! ;0
Happy Easter Trooper & minions.
Just don't call us filet minions.
We don't want any trouble.
Happy Easter, everyone.
We spent the day with some precious friends. We typically spend every Thanksgiving and Easter with them. We've vacationed with them several times and we're still friends. That's a real shocker. It may be the last time we get to spend it with them. The husband used to work on oil rigs out in the Gulf. Now he works in North Dakota on natural gas rigs. The company has made him an offer if they'll move up there.
When you part ways, the cliches all tumble out about visiting and getting together and staying in touch, but the reality usually is that you drift apart. That sucks.
I miss them already.
For those of you who have kept up with Piper, she was laid to rest yesterday. She passed away April 3. Heart-wrenching, but for those of us who believe in the hope of the resurrection that we celebrate today, we can hope for a final reunion someday.
Passion Week.
Windbag, I am so very sorry for your loss. Heart-wrenching indeed. The pain would be unbearable if we didn't believe that God has this worked out so that we can on day be re-united with those we've lost in this life.
Sorry for your loss, Windbag, but hopefully she's in a better place.
Happy Easter to you, Troop, and all of the minions. I am proud to report i did attend services which for me is quite unusual. As I have gotten older and have prostate cancer, i am trying to cover all my bases before Sergeant Death comes to visit.
And Winbag--sincere condolences.
If we lived in a totally transparent society, would we have to wear Saran Wrap?
Titus, A 400 year old quahog would make enough chowder to feed the entire Trooper nation!
RogerJ, my prayers to you and I ask the Good Lord to give your docs the wisdom and compassion to treat you well. Your positive attitude will prevail. And, my humble opinion is the Good Lord cares about how you treat other people, not what you do for an hour on Sunday[or Saturday].
Nick
Nick--thanks for the kind note; much appreciated. I guess it can be said, I am working on bucket list--thus another canoe trip up to northern sasakatchewan with my sons this summer. Life is good
As far as clam chowder, while I appreciate old quahogs, a pacific NW goeyduck, is the go to choice--except the Japanese have appropriated these things for sushi.
Mets 3 - 0
Yanks 0 - 3
Is this paradise or what?
Good luck to you Roger.
Oh, windbag. I'm sorry. But I so agree with you about believing. So glad you have that to comfort you. If we live for Heaven, what greater comfort than knowing that our loved ones await us?
And Roger J., you will be in my prayers. I hope your bucket list is wayyyy premature, but I do love the idea of it so much that I'm starting a bucket list myself. :)
Darcy (and AllenS)--so guys--what is on your bucket list? Mine is pretty short as I have done pretty much all I have wanted to do in my life--Wilderness canoeing tops mine--10 trips north of the churchill river and I still want to go back. Its even better when I have my boys with me.
Well, wilderness canoeing sounds wonderful, Roger. Anything outdoorsy would be great for my list. I have never camped and I've not seen much wilderness. I'd love that.
More sunrises and sunsets, please. Sailing.
And some things that might not be ladylike to post. ;-)
Roger, Sorry to hear that, but I'm glad you have enough notice so that you can check some things off that list.
Everyone, thanks for the well wishes.
No bucket list for me. I do what I can when I can.
Windbag, sorry to hear about Piper. I'm sure it will take some time for the fall to recover from this, if one ever does fully recover.
Roger - Sorry about the prostrate cancer, man. Most men get it sooner or later, 85% the last time I looked at the data.
I've added a few bucks more to my Relay for Life pledge and asked that it be directed to prostate cancer research. Thanks for the reminder.
The things on my bucket list are both tangible and intangible. The tangible things - trip to Alaska, time in the Rocky Mountains - are slowly being checked off when time and budget allow.
The intangible things are checked off almost as soon as they go on the list.
They are things like not wasting time with bickersome relatives and acquaintances, getting back to church, nurturing a few close and valued friendships, stepping back from contemporary culture,etc., cost nothing and actually make life more enjoyable.
I walked through a cemetery with my Dad, picking out where he wants to be buried among all the long-deceased members of his family. The cemetery is large, and I noticed that not one of the headstones was engraved "I wish I'd spent more time at work" or "I should have had a larger house and a shinier car".
I actually wish that I'd started my list when I was thirty. What's the old saying?
"So soon dead and so late smart"
Most men get it sooner or later...
Went to the doctor when I was in my 20s. Told him I thought I had jock itch. He laughed and said, "There's two kinds of men, those who have jock itch and those who are going to have jock itch...just like prostate trouble."
Nuts.
Roger, so sorry to hear about your diagnosis. I hate that we haven't cured cancer yet. Giving you a huge cyber hug.
Allie, If you're a fan of Albert Brooks I suggest you read his futuristic novel 2030. He deals w/ a world where cancer has been cured and the ramifications of this paradigm shift. It's classic Brooks humor w/ some philopsophical insights on a world w/o cancer.
RogerJ, I am Italian and pride myself on eating just about anything. However, a goeyduck looks like a large uncircumcised penis[maybe Titus would like to swallow one!!]. I've been to the northwest twice but never seen them on a menu. Cut up in chowder would be fine but I saw folks on a food show pulling them out of the mud and eating them. That would be tough.
Michael Haz, I love cemetaries. We were in Glenwood Springs, Co. last week and hiked up to Doc Holliday's grave. Folks lay bottles of bourbon, cigs, and playing cards on his grave.
I don't know Nick, but a world without cancer sounds pretty good to me. However I can imagine there would be ramifications, will take a look at the Albert Brooks book.
I don't have a bucket list. Just have stuff that I still want to do. Other than eloping with Christie Brinkley, I'll just continue to restore Jeeps, or whatever comes along that looks like a good restoration project. Keeping busy is important to me. Staying in good shape is becoming something that I probably will try even harder to do. Once I reached my mid-60s, I've found myself thinking more about avoiding foods that I love, not to mention my love for beer. My good cholesterol went up and my bad went down. My blood sugar also went down by one point. So, I guess I have nothing to complain about at the moment.
I've been to a lot of funerals in the last couple of years. Quite a few of them are people younger than me. After each one, I've found myself exercising more and trying to clean up my act. It's easy to not exercise. It's easy to over eat. It's easy to drink large amounts of beer with friends.
Roger very sorry to hear the news.
Very treatable though.
My thoughts are with you.
And with you Windbag.
My thoughts are with you.
I got all emotional on the phone with my dad today and told him I loved him.
And he told me the same.
I don't think we ever said that to each other.
It was really nice. And then I couldn't stop crying.
That's very sweet Titus.
Allen, sounds like you are doing all the right things, now we all need make sure we look both ways when crossing a busy street.
My bucket list is to get up every day - that the start, then includes walking the dogs, which we all like, then working. My goal is work until I die in the traces. It's a family tradition.
On Easter Sunday 1996 I walked from the Saint-Germain-des-Prés neighborhood (the bells sounded great that morning), over to Notre Dame, where I did a walking tour all over, through and on the top of the cathedral, then out to Pere Lachaise cemetery where, among other graves, I saw Jim Morrison's. It was covered with things people had brought for him - candles, incense, cigarettes, notes and so on. Turns out he's dead.
Since I have been so many places, seen so many things, I am content to stay home and make things. It's a good life.
^that's^, not ^that^
I go to the graveyard
Where we all must go
Among the dead and the buried there
Just so I will know
What it's like beneath those trees
Listening to that wind
I go to the graveyard
And I'll be back again
I played in the graveyard
When I was just a boy
I'd run among the headstones
Myself I would enjoy
But I was young and hardly knew
What would happen then
I played in the graveyard
I'll be back again
I walk through the graveyard
I read the headstones
So many dead and buried there
Each one all alone
An old man and an infant
And a little child of ten
I walk through the graveyard
And I'll be back again
My father's in the graveyard
My dear mother, too
I visit them with flowers
What else can I do?
I go to the graveyard
To remember them
I'm an orphan in the graveyard
And I'll be back again
Windbag: Please accept my sincere condolences. I can hardly imagine losing a child, much less one so young. You and your family are in my prayers.
Roger J: As Michael Haz says, we almost all get that damned cancer. Despite the word, "cancer," it probably won't kill a lot of us, and I'm praying it will spare you as well. Well-wishes and prayers may not be proven in double-blind studies, but I still think they have their effects.
Michael Haz: Wise words, as ever.
ndspinelli, the geoduck (gooey duck) is one of the most tasty of clams. Yes it looks like a giant hog. And when you cut the clam shells apart it has a definite female look to it, but the best part is the "ribbon" of mussel that runs along the back of the shell. Tender and delicious, it is best sautéed slightly in butter, olive oil and a shallots.
The neck is tough, but it is fine if ground and put in stew or over pasta. Like a steamer you have to take the skin off (it comes off in hot water).
windbag, I am so sorry.
Thanks to all for the wonderful encouragement--much appreciated.
As for geoducks--they are the only clam I know that fights back when you are three feet deep in mud trying to wrestle it out. Admittedly they are repulsive looking, but are great to eat--Only razor clams are better--Its a pacific NW thing.
Rodger J, my best wishes also.
I used to find razor clam shells on the beaches of Delaware back 50 years ago or so. Never found one with an inhabitant, however.
An abalone can kill you, but only if you stick your hand between the shell and the rock and your head is underwater. At least that's what I heard. I avoid all shell fish. And they avoid me. It's a deal we worked out years ago...
TOP has a post on how Meade wants to live in a shipping container...no word if that container is just for him or Ann too.
TOP has a post on how Meade wants to live in a shipping container...no word if that container is just for him or Ann too.
EBL - tend to your own piss-poor blog and quit trying to stir up trouble.
I think it was Dirty Jobs that had an episode on the guiducts. One of the most disgusting things I've ever seen, including cooking and eating them.
RogerJ my prayers are with you.
Garry Owen sir.
Windbag, I am so very sorry to hear about Piper. I will remember her in my prayers.
Windbag--its goeducks :)
Troop: thank you sir
What's your problem sixty?
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