|
Beau Wann, Jr.
YES, HAPPY BOITHDAY TOOOO YOUUUUUUUUU...AND MANY MORE.....
Older...yes...much older...
Hey James B...how you dune???? PPPP from CCCS how you dune???? Alright, whoever stole PPPP's hot mail, give it up...we will hunt you down and make you eat liver and escargot and haggis and other stuff...you you you...idjit you!!!!! I dont know Paige, those folks that steal, are without a soul...or a brain...
JB...my laptop only woiks at the house...dont have any phone lines or any other communications at our estate in the Hamptons...well, we can cross the county road to the Perry cemetery and climb up on one of the angel headstones, Gabriel, I believe, and get at least 2 bars, on a good day...mostly there be no communicatin...unless youre standing next to me...dont know what we can do if we ever decide to move up there...NO INTERNET...I guess they have satellite connections...bet thats expensive...will have to resort to snail mail...
WELL, we are back from a weekend at our country estate...we decided to give our HELP a holiday...the cook, the butler, the upstairs and downstairs maid, and chamber maid...took no maids or servants with us to the country...we decided to ROUGH IT...we did take the boys with us, and they were sooooo excited...we turned em loose when we arrived...they sure did a lot of marking of territory...chasing of armadillos, and other game...real or imaginary...
Come Lunch, we decided to used the outdoor kitchen...I could tell Diane was a little rusty in the cooking dept...we had fillet of hotdogs...a relatively easy fare to cook, wouldnt you say???? well, as Jack and I were chillin in the swing, DW was going, "AAARRRRRGGGGGGG", standing with clinched fists..."uh sweety" says I, " problem"???? "I dropped a hotdog in the dirt" she replied rather tersely..."Well," says I, "at least the boys get lunch"...which quickly earned me the "TEACHER STARE" ...."You need any help mine sweetness" I ask..."NO, I GOT IT"came a rather testy reply...
So me and Jack are chilin, drinkin our favorite adult beverage JD...well, me, Jack cant really have any Jack...but I can...not that I really want any, it's just that I feel bound by the "MAN AT THE COUNTRY ESTATE" code...which says...SIT ON THE SWING WITH YOUR DAWG, DRINK JACK DANIELS, AND HARRASS THE LITTLE WOMAN...
Next think I know, a rather loud and stressed AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGG, seemed to eminate from the outdoor kitchen....once again, the little woman is standing with clenched fists in front of the BBQ pit screaming...."UH shugar, what seems to be the problem" I says with as much clarity as was in my JD induced brain...seems I was more mellow than I thought...rather fast too...only been there 30 minutes, and already, gone blind and tongue tied...only reason I knew where DW was, because of the sound of the AAAAARRRRRGGGGGGG....I was talking to the tree, until I heard the arg...
I guess I got the "TEACHER STARE" again, couldnt tell as I was having problems focusing...."I DROPPED ANOTHER HOTDOG IN THE DIRT" SHE HOLLARS...Lord, if this keeps up, the dogs will get fat...er fatter, and I'll get skinnier....well, thats a good plan, I guess...bout this time, I was hungry, but really didnt care what the hell I et...one o them dirt dogs was sounding kinda good at the moment...
why, oh why do I open my mouth to speak sometimes???? especially when me and John Daniels gets together...so, here it comes..."Hey" says I...more like "Heeeeeeeyyyyyyy", anyway, "hey, what tha hell, you forget how to cook" I crowed..."how hard is it to cook hotdogs??? you want me to cook the dogs"???? "Hell damn, it just aint that hard. why you keep dropping the dogs in the dirt, for the dogs"???? says I, or someone close by...maybe it wasnt me, I was hoping it wasnt...cause if it was, I was gonna catch hell, or at best, a dirtdog in the ear...that wouldnt been so bad, cause I was powerful hungry anyway, and blind and having a hard time forming words...or at least ones that I remember from school... I dont think ;lkasdf;hg and ;lkasoiweuhdhn; are words, at least at fudds...up here is a different story sometimes.... "hey you poewiqutdsav ;alkdsjf;iwe and ;lasdjf;opweiwg, you hear"????
Well, after the little woman dropped a couple a more dogs in the dirt, I began to study the problem...didnt have to study hard or long, and studying from the swing didnt really count...Diane says, "I DONT HAVE ANY TONGS, OR FORKS, OR SPATULAS. YOUR SON KEVIN HAS MISPLACED THEM, SO DONT GIVE ME ANY REASON TO GET MADDER" she hollared... ok, now it's MY SON KEVIN...why do I always get the honor of being the husband from hell...jeese, I'm a good guy, just ask me...
well, finally she salvaged 4 dogs out of a whole pack..."WHAT DO YOU WANT ON YOUR HOTDOGS" I heard my beloved say....seems her voice was a little stressed and higher...dont remember it being that high before..."well", says I, "mustard, not too much, or too little, and some of that sweet relish, and onions, YOU DID BRING ONIONS DIDNT YOU" I added, "oh, and jalapenos and cheese, YOU DID REMEMBER TO BRING ALL THAT DIDNT YOU"???? I shouldnt have added, but did...
next thing I know, I have a plate of hotdogs in my lap..."ok, how do you eat one of these things" Mr John Daniels says in my good ear...havent figured out which ear is good, but one of em is bound to be better than the other, wouldnt cha think???? I forgot my bionical ears...
alls well that ends well...dogs were good, got mustard all over the place...Jack and coop kept hanging around me, licking my fingers and clothes...woke up sometime later...jack was licking my chinny chin chin...
got stuff done, even with a headache...loaded up the critters and headed back to civilization...
slept in till 6 this morn...critters got to be fed...Church today...had the 35 usual suspects at our little Country Church in the City...fellowship punch and coffee and dessert afterwards...
Next Sunday we are having a CHILI COOKOFF, so yall come, you hear????
Also next saturday March 26th, we are having a FREE OPERA at our little country church in the city...yall know where it is, rat across from Black Jr High...our very own pianist/choir director, Zoya, will acompany WHIRLD RENOWNED SPORANO ELENA NIKULSHINA-FRAY, formerly with the Petersburg Concert where she gave over 500 performances;
Also Baritone Bryan Followell- recent winner of the LONESTAR'S GOT TALENT" competition...
and Tenor Robert Hiwat, recent winner of the Italian-American Idol competition in Houston...
it will be on SATURDAY, MARCH 26TH FROM 2-4 PM...SO YALL COME...probably be some groceries afterwards...
anyone hear fomr Doug Romans????? Hey DougR, if youre out there, hollar at us...come to the concert...
Ok, its about 1 am methinks, gotta sleep, maybe...
your frien and bretheren Beauregard
|
dog(bought by china's coal billionaire),i thought car lovers would enjoy this 1957 ferrari 250 testa rosa that sold at auction for 12.5 million.i can only imagine that strata of society.both the dog and the racing machine are fine but in my opinion,the price is a little steep;but then what isnt these days? its well that such a beautiful and well preserved car lives on so its more of a piece of living art and will probably end up in a museum to be enjoyed by zillions. 
This is Liz on Sunday . Since you haven't seen her in a while you'll notice some significant growth. Also when she fetches a stick. . . she fetches a STICK!!! No little puny twigs for that girl. Had a great time at the '61 reunion. Their first ever reunion celebrating their 50th year since graduating. Took them a while to get organized but it was a good one. they held it at Cyclone Anaya's. They've really upscaled their food since Cyclone first opened his place near Washington on Durham. I'll be going back to try some more of their food. Congratulations to Jon Enloe and all the other folks who put on a really great event!