From container to soil in 90 days; Does it work? Now with two updates and 71 days to go

 

Today I went to KFC and ordered the Chicken Fried Steak special.

What it was like to be at Fan Fair when Dolly surprised Lee Ann Womack

A Cheeseburger, with a Tater Tot, French Fry, Onion Ring and Pickle

The last two weeks I found myself dealing with a pregnant stray cat that showed up at my house looking for love.

Waitress strikes out resulting in unplanned meal discounts

St. Louis Marble Stone Drink Coaster
by SMRJigsawPuzzles

The lack of math skills in the world is paying dividends for some as it seems nearly most retail workers have no clue what they are doing, even with the aid of technology, they still can’t get if right.

I jumped on and then off of Card Ladder

This week I decided to take a shot and try Card Ladder. The site is one of the top references used by collectors to determine a price of a card.

The first day of a new financial life

Squirrel in a basket
by SMRJigsawPuzzles

Today is the first day of the rest of my financial life. 

Kindness of friends outweighs the cruelty of family

Expand Your Mind Be Kind! Bumper Stickers
by SMRJigsawPuzzles

The kindness of others outweighs the cruelty of family.

Scrambled Eggs and Wine, a miserable way to celebrate a birthday

Bourbon Street Sign Wine Tote
by SMRJigsawPuzzles

When you find yourself in a bind and no one can give a dime, just make some scrambled eggs and wine.

Diego's Lesson (Dream entry)

Ocean License Plate Frame
by SMRJigsawPuzzles

Like many people, I spent a portion of life working at Walmart.

Living on the moon (Dream Entry)

Full Moon Thermal Tumbler
by SMRJigsawPuzzles

OUTER SPACE — My dreams are so vivid and wild sometimes that it is time to start blogging about them.  I should have started a long time ago but better late than never.

The Flu

The Flu is visiting
by SMRJigsawPuzzles

 Your presence gave me chills on Sunday. 

By Monday my body ached from your grip.

The Lonesome Locust

Cicada
by SMRJigsawPuzzles

Have you heard the Lonesome Locust?

He is the last locust of the season still singing.

Stop. Look up at the tree

Do you hear that tune?

The last sounds of the season.

Lucky to still be alive, least that’s what one might think.

He has lost his peers and still plays his tymbal.

Still searching for another but none is there.

Slowly the tune ends and the sounds of silence returns.

The lonesome locust has played possibly his last tune 

and at least one lonesome human was there to hear it.

Using kindness to seek out wine

Expand Your Mind Be Kind! Flask
by SMRJigsawPuzzles

 

Our time is limited. We must be kind to all as we could be eliminated from life at any moment.

Today the contract with life is extended another day.

We must make the most of it and be kind in order to break the binds of the mind and find the sign that leads us to wine!

Oh and ice cream. Order some below.

Tale from the Hood May 17, 2018

 Fans of Hood Stories maybe wondering how the hood is doing. Well in recent weeks the only #copsinthehood episode featured me being pulled over for an incomplete stop. Other features have been #dogsinthehood and #catsinthehood

Tonight it was #catsinthehood as one of the many hood cats climbed high into my tree in an attempt to raid a bird nest. I was on the phone when I saw the attempted cat burglar in action. So while carrying on a phone conversation, I leaped into action, moving cars in order to access the water hose, unwinding it as fast as possible, hooking it up to the faucet and dragging it to the scene. I finally put the phone away and like a marksman went looking for my target, I scanned the tree for the cat. Then our eyes met. 

The feline looked at me as if to ask, ”What are you doing?” And I looked it as if to say, bird murderer and then turned the nozzle to let the water rip! In a second, water was shooting out at the cat and on me, as apparently I can’t tighten a nozzle all that well one handed. Water was raining down, birds flying and the cat was on the run. In the end, the cat was soaked, I was soaked and the birds were distraught. 

As I returned the hose to its place my neighbor’s extremely high pitched ADT alarm sounded without warning. I think I passed that cardiac test not once but twice as it sounded again shortly after my first attempt at sleep. #lifeinthehood

The death of my bowling glove

Bowling Playing Cards
by SMRJigsawPuzzles

The Obit I had to write tonight for my bowling glove who has been with me for 20 years. Mr Brun S. Wickbag and Mr. Brun S. Wick Ball are the survivors.