I did not wake up this morning and think, “I’ve got to write about cow farts again.” No, that didn’t happen. What did happen was a friend sent me a message telling me that my invention, the Butt Bubble Methane Collection Device, which had been stolen from me (See an earlier post), was officially shelved…
I was going to write about how Thanksgiving is the time for families to get together to share love and a good meal. It was going to be all gooshey, and sticky sweet, like many other posts written this time of year. To me, it’s the best holiday of them all because you have the…
My hands are sweaty. My heart rate has gone up. My mind is racing- is this fear or is it love? From the time we first start watching and listening to media, we are assaulted with fear porn. There are many small assaults that affect us without our being conscious such as the fear you…
Before I start this week’s rant, I’d like to point out that this is episode 52 which means that I have been doing this for a year now. YaY! I intend to continue assaulting your sensibilities but keep in mind, I am one person doing all of this for free on a retirement check with…
A word of explanation before I start. I used the word, “Exciting,” in my title because that is what the algorithm says will make people stop and look at your piece. The exclamation mark is used for the same reason. Only time will tell if this works. If it doesn’t work, I’m firing my publicity…
The other day was a burn day, so I decided to torch the stack of dry weeds and tree limbs brought down by a storm that I had piled up in my backyard. Luckily, my twenty-something granddaughter was there to help. “I want to light the fire,” she demanded. “Are you sure you’re up to…
I sincerely regret that chickens and ducks (as well as other birds) will be on the topic for the second rant in a row. I pledge that the next rant will not have anything to do with birds. This story was just too much to skip… Do You have a license? Of course you do….
I spend some time each day studying my birds. I receive some banter from a couple of folks who call me the Bird Man of Brownsville. I just let it roll off me like water off a duck’s back because I get a great deal of pleasure studying my birds. Sometimes, while studying them, I…
