Where Should I Bury My Coon Dog?

 I don't know about you but nothing seems to surprise me anymore. 

I've been hearing about this cemetery for a long time. When I had the opportunity to go see it (because I lived in the same state if you can call that opportunity) I didn't. I can tell you, it wasn't high on my bucket list. 

But, you gotta admit that a cemetery that only has coon hounds buried in it is rather unusual. In fact, it's the only one in the world. Well, go figure. If anybody's going to do something different it will be done in the state of Alabama! For it's oddity alone, that should be reason enough to at least visit it once. 

There's even a statue in memory of all the coon hounds who have gone on to dog heaven.

To impress people I might say.....

'Hey, I just visited ole Bean Blossom Bommer down at the Coon Dog Cemetery'. 

                     That might set you up a notch on the social scale! 

                                                      NOT

I  don't reckon we ever owned a coon dog. I can't tell all them hound dogs apart! My husband had foxhounds. I am not a dog person but my sweetie was addicted to fox hunting and I grew to dislike the effort and cost all his hounds took. Not to mention the time away from his family. So, no.... I do not like dogs.

Now I am wondering why Elbert didn't start his own dog cemetery! It would have had registered  foxhounds only (his had to have papers). Heck, the ones that died in his kennel alone would have covered a large area. And, we could have been famous... owners of the only FoxHound Cemetery in the world. Wouldn't that have been something? 

It Takes All Kinds

Living in a 55+ apartment complex has been very entertaining, eye-opening and at times just downright funny. 

I've been here 9 years next month and I've seen some things that I never thought I'd see. I've seen the best in people and the worst in people. And, some people whom I never see! 

There was this one woman who thought she didn't have to go by any rules. That is the way of some folks. So, she gets mad about something someone did and proceeded to stand out on her front entry and scream at this woman standing three floors down, all the cuss words she could think of. Uncomfortable to say the least. She moved and I don't think a one of us shed a tear! Gee, I wonder if the staff 'suggested' she move?

Then there was this man who decided to clean his pistol one day and accidently fired it. The bullet went through the floor and ended up in the apartment below him. It was to his good luck that his neighbor didn't get shot. His apartment was soon available for a new tenant!! 

There is one of the younger set around here who has been an angel to so many of the older ones. Doing and caring when someone was in need. Right now she's with her mom in another state sitting by her bed just waiting til the Lord calls her mom home. We all need angels in our lives, don't we? And, we could be an angel for someone who needs us, too.

There are the parties we have, the friends we make, and the sadness we feel when one leaves us.

I could go on and on but I won't bore you. There are those who make this like family. And, then there are those who scarcely nod when you greet them in the walkway. It does take all kinds. 

I love living here. I never know what's going to happen next and that's entertaining. Seeing a pair of panties lying in the driveway was eye-opening. And, for the funny part...

Some of us gals were talking the other morning. One mentions that four of the residents went to the movie but they couldn't remember which movie they saw. One of the gals insisted it was only three that went and so it goes back and forth. To break up the loop of how many went, I said that I went last year to see 'Were The Crawdads Sing' but I didn't remember who I went with. Then we all burst out laughing. I was that fourth one. It was so funny. I guess you probably had to be there to see the humor. My daughter says she's going to have all our memories tested!

On another note.... 

                                Tonight!

Red Hot Chili Peppers

 In my last post I mentioned hushpuppies and pork rind... some of you didn't know what those were. Oh honey, let me tell you... if you haven't had hushpuppies you haven't lived. But, of course, they have to be cooked right and Q Daddy's knows how to cook up some hushpuppies!!

It's just basically a cornbread batter with onions and sometimes corn added and dropped by the spoonful into hot oil. The inside so tender and the outside so crunchy. I love them.

Pork rinds are what they say they are. Crispy fried pig skin. Yes, I know, it sounds gross but they are good!

I am a Southern girl. I am proud of that but I haven't always been in the South.

Following my Navy sailor husband around, I've lived on all four corners of the U. S. plus Hawaii and Midway Island. And, in those places I got introduced to food I wasn't familiar with. 

I remember that right after our wedding back in 1950, I moved with Elbert to San Diego. One day we trapsied across the border to Tijuana, Mexico. Had lunch... I had never had Mexican food, much less REAL Mexican food. It set me on fire!🔥 There wasn't enough water in the entirety of Mexico to put out the flames!!!!

I grew up poor. I was a Depression child and we ate what we grew out of our garden. We never had beef to kill but would on occassion kill a hog. 

My only introduction to Mexican food was when my aunt brought over a can of tamales for us to try. It was pretty mild, pretty mushy but I was intrigued by the shucks they were wrapped in. No, not true Mexican by any means. 

Now, I can put away some Mexican food. 

I love Taco Bell chalupas. I like taco salad. I like chili rellenos. But, that's not really Mexican!! My memories of REAL Mexican cuisine have never left me. 

Blessings! 

What Was I Thinking?

 Okay.... it's official!

I am gonna die! No, wait a minute... I should have died shortly after I ate lunch at Q-Daddy's BBQ today. I am still here hours later but, I am still so stuffed I can't move. What was I thinking?

I ordered a BBQ plate so I could bring some of it home with me. BBQ, potato salad, baked beans and 2 of the best hushpuppies you ever bit into. 

picture from Q-Daddy's facebook page

I DIDN'T LEAVE MUCH TO BRING HOME.

After that, I ripped open a bag of pork rinds, seasoned with their signature rub. That was supposed to go home with me, too. I did not eat the whole bag, just a handful. I swear! 

picture taken by Shirley Dietz

Then Shirley (who was my partner in crime) suggested we get dessert.  

Honey, let me tell you. When she came back to the table with my strawberry milkshake I 'bout passed out. It was huge. And, I drank the whole darn thing. 

picture from Q-Daddy's facebook page

We could not even get out of our seats so we sat there and talked for an hour... hoping our tummies would not explode in the meantime. 

Finally,  we staggered out of that place. We decided that next time we would just order the milk shakes.... oh, and a couple of hushpuppies. They are to die for.

What did I say... 'die for'? It was definately on my mind! Just two crazy nuts who ate too much and lived to tell about it! But, man, I know I will pay for it tonight!

Surprise In a Box!

 Susan said she was sending  me some scarves. Fantastic. I assumed I'd get a padded envelope with the scarves tucked inside. I mean, you get a notion in your head and it sticks. Seldom does it turn out like you thought it would... which is good, RIGHT!

When the BOX arrived it was fairly large. Hmmmm.... what's that girl been up to now?

She'd had fun filling that box with all sorts of goodies and yes, there were five scarves in there as well. 

It was like Christmas. 

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As you can see there was such a fun variety. Sweets to eat, tea to drink,  a magazine to read, a set of new pens for me to write with and a to-do booklet. What the heck... Do I need a To-Do list? 😁

So,  this morning I  had Frosted Flakes for breakfast and some of my favorite hot tea.

Have you ordered any TeaPigs tea bags from Amazon? Oh my gosh. Susan sent me the Liquorice and Peppermint mix and it is SOOOOO good. Caffeine free, too. 

I hope that you get a surprise soon. 

They are such fun. 

Blessings to you all!

A Little Bit of Luck

 I know... a four-leaf clover is not a shamrock. But, the clover does remind me of them. 

This being the first day of March and since I ran across this old poem and picture I had saved...

Why not, I said to myself....

Happy March