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T-minus 1 day and counting…

My last day at my soon to be old job is tomorrow.
I guess this is a time of reflection. A solemn time. A time to consider what I’ve learned over the past five years. And 1 month. And 12 days. And Six hours. And 42 minutes. And 36 seconds.
Nah. Got too much shit to [...]

The Lions March

We got to the farm around three yesterday, and played hard the rest of the afternoon and into the night.
After dinner we sat around on the front porch talking, as the first few drops of rain started to fall.
The first raindrops on a tin roof always seem to hit the hardest.
Soon the shower turned into [...]

I love the smell of napalm on Easter morning.

The girls (Leslie, RZ, HolyDog and Merf) and I are heading to the farm with Mr. and Mrs. Jones and the Jones’ spawn for Easter weekend.
If southwest Georgia, and northwest Florida are left in a heap of smoldering rubble afterwards… RZ did it.

The voice of reason.

So I’m in the kitchen earlier tonight, mauling into a bag of “Blue” Doritos, when MerfDog walks in and stares. Doesn’t sit, just stares. Not at me, just into the space. I figured she was contemplating the details of her day. A few seconds later, HolyDog walks in, and stares. Not in the same direction [...]