May 19, 2013

Edward Edwards Tree

Posted by Yabu at 09:46 AM

Edward Thomas Edwards was one of my best friends ever. He was at the top of my gang of friends, and we went way back…all the way back. I’m fortunate. I still have many friends who go all the way back. We are as tight now as we were then. I am fortunate.

I’ve been posting lately about all of the friends who have been coming to spend several days with me and the Juju Woman. There are some things you can’t do over the phone…takes days of “face to face” to sync it right. More on that later, maybe…I still haven’t decided. At any rate, my gang were all born in Nashville, Tennessee. Great place, period.

Ed was killed in a freak-fluke accident in 1982, and this is the tree we planted in his (parents) front yard in his honor. If I recall, it is a red maple and was a sapling when we put it in the ground. Three or four feet tall.

This photo was taken three days ago, which makes it 31 years old.

Pretty cool if you ask me, we all cried.

It’s an iPhone photo, not that it matters.

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May 16, 2013

Sliced And Sliced And Sliced Some More

Posted by Yabu at 10:21 AM

My Buddy Laura who drives Fetch My Flying Monkeys reminded me of this.

I don’y know about recycling oyster shells, but when I was in my middle twenties, I fell into a live oyster bed in about 2-3 inches of water. Was I drunk? Not really, I lets just say I had been drinking. I was fucked up bad after I fell. Deep slices, and lots of blood. I was wearing nothing but a pair if Birdwell Boogie Britches. Hurt like a MOFO. I was sliced from the bottom of my feets to my head, and everywhere else in between. Couldn’t get up…every time I moved I’d slice myself some more. Damn good thing I didn’t cut my Johnson off. I’ve been wounded many times before, but this ranked up there near the top. Some cuts were deeper than others, and we had no Gin around, so I used Rum to clean the wounds. At least a full bottle (first time), if not more. Hurt like hell, and my friends used enough antiseptic goo and gauss I looked like a fucking mummy. Did I go to the emergency room? NO. Should I I have gone? Yes. We were way out, no hospital anywhere close by. I got lucky…no infections. I kept ‘em clean. changed the bandages twice or three times a day, swam in the ocean before each changing every day. Gotta love salt water. I could barely walk…hobbling around using a staff as a crutch. Seriously, I was fucked up, but eventually I healed. It took months, and I had parts of oyster shells coming out of my skin 6 or 8 months later. You know, buried in there (healed over) and finally worked there way to the top. For all I know, there’s still more, and it’s been twenty years.

Anyway, I never go near an Oyster Bed without wearing shoes, never. That shit will fuck you up.

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May 12, 2013

I’m As American As Apple Pie

Posted by Yabu at 07:16 PM

But I’m ready to do some bitchin’ about Benghazi and other things, but I had a friend who just left and I’m tired. I have another childhood friend, the “silk glider” who will be here around midnight. Hell, I’m going to sleep and let Stretch let me know when arrives. I’ll “Motel 6 his ass”, as in leave the light on.

So, here’s another Juju Woman Apple pie, with a dollop of vanilla ice cream. Too damn good.

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Stained Glass Box

Posted by Yabu at 11:17 AM

Nothing fancy, at all, but I’ve got a lot of stuff just laying around table tops. You know, small pocket knives, clippers, small computer remotes, foreign coins, this, that and the other. A bunch of it.

So, The Juju Woman made this for me. I don’t think it’s too girlie, I dig the glass, but to each their own. At least I know where some of my “shit” is.

Anyway, like I said, I like the glass, and it does change colors with the angle of the sun. No big deal, she made it out of scrap glass. I mean…what was left over from some other large pieces. In some form or fashion, she uses it all (glass).

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May 10, 2013

Number 3

Posted by Yabu at 08:22 PM

Starts first time every time. My neighbor laughs at it, but always wants to borrow it. Go figure…good thing I have a good sense of humor. I don’t take kindly to people who dog my push mower. It’s pimped out all the way around.

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Company From The Left Coast For Dinner

Posted by Yabu at 06:43 PM

Last night we fired up the charcoal grill, and the Juju Woman went nuts with it. Everything was grilled except the rice.

Pork has about a ten second window to take it off, and she nailed it big time. You could cut it with a fork…yes you could.

Pork Tenderloin marinated 24 hours in some Juju Marinade #3.
Asparagus, Vidalia Onions, Zucchini and Summer Squash. Herbs from our garden. Also marinated 24 hours in some Juju sauce #5
Fresh Bread

Fresh Pineapple and strawberries.

Amber Ale

Black Goop for desert. (I’ve posted about it before)

It was delicious…yes it was. Had enough pork leftover for Pork Biscuits this morning.

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May 7, 2013

I’m Digging This Chick On The Mandolin

Posted by Yabu at 03:01 PM

Pretty smile…think she’s having a good time.

Hell, feels like a Friday to me.

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A Present for the Juju Woman

Posted by Yabu at 10:14 AM

We try to keep things exciting, and a little mysterious, here in the House of Juju. Always have.

It was an occasion for which I needed to give the Juju Woman something from my heart. Something you could actually touch and feel…and no, it was not connected to me.

Here’s the deal: Notes in nook and crannies.

I put a bunch of coded messages, that only she would understand, in multiple envelopes…all over the Juju Crib. By the bunch…I mean, Nine in all, barring the prize.

“now, to make this the real deal, I had to have my dog Stretch involved. After all, he is my 2nd in command. He was digging it, I swear he was.

So, I placed 9 clues, 1 led to 2, and so on. All in the crib. She got the first one, and proceeded to the second. It was like a map, I swear it was. Just so yo know, one of ‘em was in her drawer of unmentionables. I’m a thorough man.

So she gets to number nine, and it said…Saddle Stretch up, and head for the front door. She’s all up and like…”only you”. Personally, I take that as a complement. No matter. 1 more to go.

Behind the scenes…I live across the street from a golf course, 2nd fairway. Many sand traps. Stretch and I slipped over there earlier…so I fed him just a tad bit, and left the rest. He knew there was more food left. That was intentional.

The last clue said only “Sand, Stretch knows the way”.

It was dark…I planned it that way.

So, she saddles (harness on) Stretch up, and he knew exactly where he was going. Exactly…and off they went. She found her present, and Stretch had a mere morsel. Actually, Stretch dug it up.

I love stuff like this. Make me smile.

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May 6, 2013

Four Days Of Talks

Posted by Yabu at 08:15 PM

My blood sister is taking the red eye from the left coast to come see me in the morning. This is going to be a fun four days.

I kid you not…when we were young, we took the blade to our hands.

That is all I can say.

I’ll be around.

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May 5, 2013

Another 2 Billion

Posted by Yabu at 10:33 AM

It appears that the DHS has contracts out for another 2,000,000,000 rounds of ammunition, some ball, and some hollow point, and they want it fast. I’ve lost count, but I think they’re up in the five or six billion range. What are they preparing for? Nobody in there right mind can’t see that. You don’t stockpile that much ammunition if you don’t fear something. Scares the shit of me. The Thought Police are just around the corner. Neighbors informing against their neighbors. Informing to who, and for what?

Hell if I know, but I think it’s about time to start talking to like-minded people. Can’t wait for another election. When shit happens, if it does, it’s gonna happen real fast.

Just sayn’, there is some really Bad Bad Juju on the way.

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