Porterhouse steaks

My wife bought some Porterhouse steaks a few days ago at Food Lion. She had gone into the store planning to only buy a couple of gallons of milk and some bananas, so I was quite surprised when she came out with three beautiful Porterhouse steaks for us to cook up on the grill. She told me that the steaks were half-price so she just couldn’t resist. We usually eat mostly chicken, because we know that red meat is not healthy for you. She said that she was hoping that I’d cook the steaks on the grill.

This was the first use of the grill this year, and I have to say that these steaks were the most delicious steaks that I’ve tasted in a very long time! Usually I use some A-1 sauce on my steaks, but this time the steak did not need any seasoning at all. Chicken just can’t hold a candle to a perfectly cooked Porterhouse steak.

Not loving the city

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My kids were just not loving it in the city – they weren’t really making any friends and I didn’t necessarily feel safe with them walking long distances and things like that. I thought about it for a long time and I finally made the decision last year that it’s time for us to all move out here to the country for a different life. We’ve been here for about 6 months now and the kids are adjusting really well. We got a dog and http://internet.hughesnet.com internet so they could still get on Facebook and all that and I generally just feel more rested and less stressed being out here. My boss is allowing me to work from the farm most of the time which is great since it’s about an hour commute and I just feel good about the changes my family is making. My kids are great kids but they needed more room to thrive and I feel like now that we’re out here in the country they can really be who they were meant to be.

The tuba and the whirligigs

A couple of days ago I was driving down Braddock road during rush hour, and saw a man walking on the sidewalk, facing traffic. He was carrying a tuba, but I could not tell for sure if he was playing the tuba or not. What caught my eye in the first place, though, were the three or four whirligigs that were on the tuba. They were red, white, and blue, and they were spinning around while he was walking.

Now to be honest I have never seen a tuba adorned with whirligigs before, so I thought that was quite an unusual sight to see! The man was not dressed in any type of uniform, so I do not know if he was on his way to or from some type of marching band rehearsal, or if he was on his way to or from a gig of some kind. But seeing him walking down the sidewalk, with the whirligigs just spinning like crazy did pique my curiosity and made me smile. Just a few moments ago I went onto Google and tried to do a search for tubas and whirligigs, but got no results putting them together in the context of whirligigs on a tuba. That was surprising to me – I thought you could find just about anything and everything on Google!

One mans trash is another mans treasure

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Last night I was watching a repeat television show of My name is Earl. I’ve only ever watched that particular show two or three times in my life before because normally I am busy doing something else when it is on the air. But last night I was having trouble falling asleep and turned on the television just as that show came on. The show was about how tornadoes kept hitting the trailer park where the show’s characters were living, and that everyone’s possessions were strewn around. When the tornado subsided everyone was going crazy trying to take possession of the items that were strewn around.

In a way it made me think of a treasure hunt, people looking for the “best” find. They had a “finders keepers” rule – whoever gets it in their hands first gets to keep it. What was particularly humorous about this was that people were valuing some items that would hold the interest of most people. The adage “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure” was demonstrated throughout the show. The next time I’m channel surfing and see that My name is Earl in on, I think I’ll watch it again. It was a little bit slapstick, but funny just the same.

Grass clippings

This is the season where people are starting to mow their lawns and blow their grass clippings out into the roadway. Every time I see some grass clippings on the road like that I think about how dangerous those clippings are to people who are riding their motorcycles. Grass clippings are very slippery, and it would be extremely hazardous to a motorcyclist to be riding along on the road, minding his own business, and then suddenly have to swerve to avoid hitting a deer or a dog or cat, and be in the middle of a section of road that was covered with grass clippings.

I want to write to a congressman to ask him/her to introduce a bill to make it illegal to dump grass clippings on a public road. I’m not quite sure which one to write to. Probably would be a good idea to write to one that rides a motorcycle, don’t you think? I wonder how to find out that information……