Monkeys....

…. growing up in the rural East Tennessee – and surrounded by 15 to 20 male cousins all roughly my age – I often found myself a lion’s share of mischief….. roaming the hot countryside with .22 rifle in hand pretending to be Davy Crockett…. swinging from the high rafters of the tobacco barn ala Tarzan…. If you can think if up, then my cousins and I probably attempted it…

… having said that, however, we were never afforded an opportunity like the golden one El Capitan wrote about a few days ago…..

….. 14 year old boys…. mercy…. all that I can say is? … our poor, poor Mothers and Fathers…. and the really funny thing is that I know of quite a few bloggers who have children at (or swiftly approaching) that age…. You guys and gals know who you are…. and y’all are in for quite a ride…..

.. trust me….

… anyway, as I made my very first pot roast a few weeks back and utterly kicked its ass, I shall be attempting climb that culinary pinnacle once again this afternoon…… word….. and I am hugely optimistic that it will be out-of-this-world on the tastiness scale…. yes, yes, gentle rubberneckers, I am just that fucking good…….

… so enjoy your Sunday, people…. it is absolutely glorious here…. I’m off to hold down the patio furniture and listen to the birds argue over nesting sites……

by Eric on March 25, 2007 | Bullshit (8) | TrackBack (0) | Blogging
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Good luck with the pot roast and thanks for the link to the story - I missed that one, and that is NOT one to miss!

PS - "growing up in the rural East Tennessee – and surrounded by 15 to 20 male cousins all roughly my age" - that sounds like it would've been *lots* of fun to me. ;)

Bullshitted by Chickie on March 25, 2007 09:03 AM

.. trust me, Chickie, it was a blast....

Bullshitted by Eric on March 25, 2007 09:21 AM

Wish I still had my Walmart purchased Marlin .22. With a CCI Stinger long rifle round in it, it was hella hard to beat.

Bullshitted by bitterman on March 25, 2007 10:41 AM

ah, yes... the good life continues.

Bullshitted by Jean on March 25, 2007 11:32 AM

Eric,
I think that every bit of trouble that I got into as a child was a cousin's idea. Guess I was a follower. Still, it was fun.

Bullshitted by Jerry on March 25, 2007 12:43 PM

Tobacco barn? Does that mean that you grow your own??

I always found it strange that everybody and their dog grew their own pot but nobody I've ever known of around here grows their own tobacco. There is one spot I know of that grows it (Kentville, NS) but it's an official farm.

Guess that has to be because if you grow your own tobacco the gov't will stomp your ass into submission for cutting off their revenue but they _don't_ lose any cash on pot production and actually get a few bucks in revenue in fines. Do I sound reasonably cynical or is there a better reason why nobody grows their own smokes?

Bullshitted by g on March 25, 2007 01:31 PM

.. rock on, Bitterman... I still have my Mossberg bolt-action that I used back then....

... Jean?... hey, it's hard work, but I do my best.....

.. and yeah, Jerry.... it's ok to follow sometimes... (and I always blamed my elders anyway..)....

... damn right, G... the gummit has tobacco locked down everywhere.... and yes, we grew it.... but at the law's discretion.....

Bullshitted by Eric on March 25, 2007 04:19 PM

Ok, I'm thinking that pot roast sounds kinda good right about now-- but me cookin' one, that's a completely different story!

Rural East Tennessee-- hell, truth be told, I probably know you! ;0)

Bullshitted by Christy on March 25, 2007 08:56 PM