I love to mowMowing the grass/putzing in the yard. Many a man has based his housing preferences in part on how long this chore would allow him to be alone with his thoughts.
Same about mowing. Hated it when I was young and grandparents would tell me “It’s your job. Hop to it!” Always had a million other things I wanted to be doing. Now, nothing gives me more pleasure than our yard freshly mowed. Also, the time to think is unparalleled for me.I love to mow
Until august and then it’s a chore.
Time alone to think is what the deer stand is for. Yard work will always be synonymous with punishment for me.Same about mowing. Hated it when I was young and grandparents would tell me “It’s your job. Hop to it!” Always had a million other things I wanted to be doing. Now, nothing gives me more pleasure than our yard freshly mowed. Also, the time to think is unparalleled for me.
My room was not that messy growing up but it is now. I have stacks of books papers and magazines around my bed.A messy bedroom.
When I was a teen, I recall clothes sprawled everywhere in my room. It was like a 'floor is lava' obstacle course to get to the bed at night. Dad spent 4y army, and his dad was career army, and he threatened to leave me with only what I could fit in a footlocker and that would be it. He never followed thru, but it never made sense to me why he cares how MY room was, they weren't supposed to go in there.
Now, with kids 14 & 17, and both of them living in a perpetual hurricane aftermath....I get it. And it drives me up the wall. I've threatened to throw away everything not put away by Sunday ... and haven't followed thru. Repeatedly. And while I don't go in there of my own volition, I'm sometimes asked to go get something and bring it to them...which tempts me to grab the wrong thing intentionally and say I couldn't find what they actually wanted.
JC CD, we must be brothers of another mother. If you say giving is much better than getting gifts I know its the deal.Birds and flowers
I Love to mow.
Just sort of sneaks up on you......
If we are kin folk then momma’s gonna take a switch to you for taking the Lord’s name in vain.JC CD, we must be brothers of another mother. If you say giving is much better than getting gifts I know its the deal.
Oysters are not one that I’ve ever developed a taste for. I love the atmosphere that surrounds them though. Usually a good bonfire with a keg and a bushel or a bar atmosphere. I just can’t past the taste or texture so I stopped trying.Raw oysters. Never cared for them growing up and my step family would go to the docks and buy them by the bushel to shuck at fish fries. Love them now and live in Colorado where they are an expensive novelty.
Speaking of...Rocky mountain oysters are another one. Called calf fries in my youth and the thought of them made me ill. Love them now.
There's so much here to unpack.... :)Oysters are not one that I’ve ever developed a taste for. I love the atmosphere that surrounds them though. Usually a good bonfire with a keg and a bushel or a bar atmosphere. I just can’t past the taste or texture so I stopped trying.
My grandmother used Babo on my brother. THat is like comet. Oysters are like redneck gourmet. Any way you get them is extraordinary.If we are kin folk then momma’s gonna take a switch to you for taking the Lord’s name in vain.
A random few:
Sliced tomato.
Roe.
Grits.
Guava.
Hog jowls.
depends on how you prepare them...
drizzled with olive oil and seasonings and then broiled in the oven until extra crispy... it's the only way to eat them.
otherwise, yes... they do suck azz.
JC CD, we must be brothers of another mother. If you say giving is much better than getting gifts I know its the deal.
Oysters are not one that I’ve ever developed a taste for. I love the atmosphere that surrounds them though. Usually a good bonfire with a keg and a bushel or a bar atmosphere. I just can’t past the taste or texture so I stopped trying.
A random few:
Sliced tomato. Love it
Roe. Meh
Grits. Yeah buddy
Guava. Huh?
Hog jowls. Yeah baby!