Monday, May 29, 2006
The brisket is properly seared and ready to be placed in a foil pouch with the marinade.
In goes the same marinade that it soaked in overnight
She seals the marinade and brisket into a foil pouch.
Now we let it cook for about 3 hrs.
It's a good thing children are so resilient and tough or they would never survive to adulthood. It seems like our family has had more than it's share of injuries. We almost lost Rachel in a car accident when she was 15. She's never totally recovered from that and neither have I. Kelly was in a bicycle accident and also had a front tooth loosened from a baskeball incident. Tara was attacked by a dog. Marley was run over by a car. And now Hunter fell from some monkey bars, hit his mouth and drove a front tooth up into his gums.
I know we can't lock up the kids until they're grown, but sometimes I wish we could protect them from life itself.
As you can see he doesn't seem to be uncomfortable. He was taken to a dentist who gave him some antibiotics and pain relievers until his appointment tomorrow. He refused to take the pain pills. He must have a high threshold for pain. Maybe it did hurt me more than it did him.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
-- Richard Greenberg, NY Times Magazine
Friday, May 26, 2006
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Lazy days of mid July
Country Sunday morning
Dusty haze on summer highways
Sweet Magnolia Blooming
Drive-in movies Friday night
Drinking beer and laughing
Somehow things were always right
I just don't know what happened..........Wait a minute! It's not summer. It's just the 25th of May and it seems like summer. 90 degree heat. The garden droops without water. The slightest movement brings on sweat. Is this global warming? What are we going to do when July comes.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Monday, May 22, 2006
I watered the garden today. I also washed some pots and pans from Kelly's birthday party. I don't want to do too much though. Easy does it.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
I made the comment that the singer should have recovered from whatever was ailing him before he made that recording. That brought on a big reaction from the girls. They thought he was a good singer and it was cool music.
I was ten years old when Elvis sang "You Ain't Nothin' But a Hound Dog", and I grew up listening to the likes of Little Richard and Chuck Berry. To me, that was the true Rock'n'Roll era; the 1950's. The musical genre evolved over the years as the '50's groups gave way to the Beatles, the Stones, the Motown sound, the Eagles, but some where along the years I fell into a rabbit hole, musically speaking.
I can't pin point the time when Rock'n'Roll lost its appeal for me. The logical time would have been when my own kids became teenagers, but the songs of the early 80's were pretty good. I still find myself humming the tune to "Karma Chameleon" from time to time, and I think I wore out the cassette tape of "Footloose", that belonged to my daughters.
While I still enjoy listening to the old time rock and roll, the stuff coming over the airwaves today just doesn't qualify. It should be called something else. Maybe caterwaul, or how about cacophony?
While we're on the subject, how about Keith Richards? Decades of promiscuous sex, drugs, and alcohol didn't kill him but a fall from a coconut tree just about finished him off.
Monday, May 15, 2006
It's been a month since surgery so today I attempted to mow the lawn. I just did the front part where it is relatively level. Don't worry, I didn't over do it, in fact a snail passed me and as he went by he angrily shook his fist at me for slowing him down.
It was a busy Sunday for our family. We met at Smokey Bones for Mother's Day and then attended Tara's graduation from Siloam Springs High School at the Barnhill Arena on the University of Arkansas campus.
At the restaurant: Burk, Samantha holding Jenna, Rachel, Dorothy holding Hunter.