Beau Wann, Jr.
Hey Linda, I remember your name! I dont recall any classes we had together, but then I dont recall much about my classes, cept maybe lunch! Now that there class, I aced! Most of my classes, the teacher would probably jump for joy if I didnt show up! I do remember visiting HomeEc and scarfing down the "spanish rice" the lovely ladies would make! Now that was heaven for me, beautiful girls AND food too ...did you take HomeEc? I wish they would have let me, I would probably be Chef Boyardee by now!
Thank you for the prayers and well wishes, wwe shall wish you well on your knee surgery recovery....Hmmm, Napa Valley?? Why a feller and or a gal could recover nicely in Napa Valley, drinking all those grapes ! ! ! Yeah...and I'm not even a wino, and I say heck yeah on the wine therapy.
Donno when the last time you were down here in Gods other heaven, but the GREAT OL BIG STATE OF TEXAS has a gazillion winoeries! Did I get that right? Well, no matter, the vino flows freely here! Well, not free, you do have to pay for it, unless youre in Baltimore!
One such winoerie is Masina Hof in Bryan, Texas...got two or three rat cheer (east texas for right here) in Chappell Hill, not far from our house on Sam Wann Hill...what the sam hill ??? yup ! ! ! We havent been to the ones here, but did go to the one in Bryan!
They have a wonderful white riesling called appropriately "ANGEL RIESLING" Late harvest 2011. It is wonderfully light sweet, as I like my whine! Another is a red one named for yours truly simply called "BEAU", a tribute to beauty, "naturally sweet", jus like me! ! ! Well, the part about it being red and called "BEAU" and naturally sweet, is true any ol how!
Wine connoskewers would not like my choice in wines, cause I like em sweet. The sweeter the better. Heck far, Welches grape juice is good enough for me! Thats how sweet ah lack em!
Ah bemember way yonder back when, me an another ol boy, Tommy Warren, who shall remain nameless, drove to Galveston one weekend and drank 6 bottles of Boones Farm Strawberry hill wine on the way down there. Wine? No, I dont think you could classify that as wine so much, probably more like strawberry koolaid gone bad!
Dang, didnt mean to go off on a soliliquy on wine, but I cant sleep! Duh, there's a real shocker! You know they said not to eat or drink anything after midnight before a surgery and it is 3:12 AM, and I am so hungry and thirsty a bottle of wine sounds pretty good right now. Probably wouldnt be good showing up for surgery plastered would it! Well, just think of the anesthetic they could save....hmmmm, I think not!
Man, the moment midnight struck, I was craving lasagna, meat balls, pizza, spam, spanish rice, hellz bellz, I think I would eat liver and onions if it were on the menu, and I hate liver and onions!
Why is it, when someone tells you, you cant have something, the more you crave it ! ! ! Hmmm, if I ate something and drank something, they would probably have to put offf the surgery a couple of days wouldnt they....Hmmmm...nah, better not! ! !
I can tell you, that if I'm conscious when it's over with, I'm stopping at the first burger or chicken joint, and load up! ! ! Our dogs are always glad to see mee cause I allus bring em some left over chicken or frys! Whatever is next to and in the way of their tails, gets the heck knocked out of em! One time I brought home some chicken and frys and Cooper and Jack were standing together, both tails wagging in unison...waggin? More like a giant humminboid at a hunnert miles per kilomonster!
Anyway, I brought some chicken home, and the boys were excited, and it just so happens one of our cats, Annie-Bob, was sitting on a dining room chair next to Lassie and Rin-tin-tin! I broke out that chicken, and their tails started a waggin goin a hunert miles a secont, and those tails were smackin her right and left! She, never being one to back down from a fight, if not down right starting one, latched onto both tails in a death grip, claws and teeth sunk in, and them ol boys had no clue The Lion King was attached to em!
Their tails just snatcher her off the chair, and she went back and forth on their tails like a pendulum on a grandfather clock, on steroids! I was feeding them chicken and their tails wagged that much harder, and I was laughing so hard I hurt my back, again!
Anyway, Annie-Bob lost her grip and went sailing into the wall, "wham", and into the boys water bowl ,"kersplash" ! She about drowned trying to get away! She stumbled away, rather shaky, grumblin and hissin and trying to shake the water off, bobbin and weavin, bumpin into the furniture.
I can report with some accuracy, that Annie-bob steers clear of Beowuf and White Fang when they get excited! Ever now and again, she will walk by one of them and smack them with unsheathed claws, gettin even for her unscheduled "tilt-a-whirl" ride! Of course they will look at her as if to say, "what did I do", then they look at me, "well, arent you gonna reprimand her" ...."not on your life, cause then she'll just smack me! That girl has no respect for us guys in this house!
Ok, getting close to zero hour, if zero hour is 4 AM. So guess I'll sing off for now...
Keep the sun at your xis and your cat away from your dogs tail, and ride boldly ride...
Your frien and personal strainer...Cephus Jim bob jump back, Silly from chappell hilly...
Post Script: Hey Pat, our address is:
Me, Post Office Box 576
chappell hill, Texas 77426
Or
Me,
4040 Marshall Ln
Chappell Hill, Texas 77426
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