Now that’s my idea of perfection
With endless opportunities there were 3 things I never got drunk enough to do.
Kiss a man.
Take advantage of some of the premier redlight districts in the world.
Get a tattoo.
My father’s life also.
Because when you cook that way, you have to KNOW what you’re doing. Besides, what better seasoning is there than a wood fire?
Sorry for the loss of your dog.
Thanks, I think the artist did a fantastic job
I have three. One = 1st Special Ops badge from my unit in the service. #2 = Nose paint from my helicopter there. #3 = Stage copy of old performance my band did in 1998.
Unfortunately I was overseas when my grandmother forced my GGM to move out of the home they’d lived in for more than 70 years as a couple. They basically abandoned the home and everything in it including her wood stove.
Had I known at the time what was going on I’d have moved heaven and earth to get that stove.
Some of my fondest memories centered around it along with many of the best meals of my life being cooked on it.
She knew exactly how man sticks of wood how often to produce a specific temp and knew to adjust that count based on the relative humidity.
Nothign tastes as good as fresh bred from either a wood stove or a clay/stone oven.
No tattoos for me, allows me to buy more guns that are far more practical than a tattoo…
Also, I fear my skin condition would destroy it anyways.
This is the final result after a scrape and scab. This has not healed past what is pictured for the last couple months.
@Orpackrat I’m the same, just never got interested in Body Art
My friend, don’t get cats then. And especially don’t let them ‘nap on your lap.’
Their claws - as you can imagine - are designed to carry bio-contam, and they’re, well, “skittish as cats!”
Last, since I’ve turned 60, it seems wound healing on the top of my calves has run down to 1/3rd as effective as it was before.
I will never have a cat…
Instead I have a little buddy…
I was inspired by other photo’s so I can’t take complete credit for the drawing, I draw all my own, but this is the last one. (boy I had to shrink a lot to fit here)
I think, if I got one, it would be this: " Revelation 19:11
“And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war.”
I used to feel the same way about tattoos, my Dad and some uncles had them. I was pretty much the only guy in the band when I played guitar in metal bands without a tattoo.
I got mine when I found something that had meaning and was I guess was spiritual in a manner for me.
I got you Ken. Even when I was in the Army 18 years service 1968-1986. Tattoos, I guess it’s known as body art nowadays, there was nothing allowed past where you could see skin. Khaki uniforms were short sleeves for summer and tattoos were not allowed past cloth on the khaki shirt.
I have no tattoos. Zero.
Every time I was even remotely tempted, I just imagined what it would look like when I was eighty years old.
I don’t have any tats either. But man these young dudes seem to like their women tatted up. Both my daughter in laws have them (discrete.) They are grammar school teachers. Must be a generational thing by golly. What were the whipper snappers thinking?
And also I was in catholic school all the way through; and used to get beaten on the head that tattoos are of the devil. I guess I’m just not interested. Even back then we were convinced if we were watching Elvis Presley were on our way to hell. If you watched him on TV or bought his 45’s you had to tell the priest that in the confession so you could be absolved of your sin. (55+ years later) my oh my how things have changed
Catholic school? Dominus vobiscum. Omnia saecula saculorum. Et cum spiritu tu tuo et spiritu Santos. I figure we both were around when the mass was in latin. And remember the Legion of Decency? My very Catholic mother would check the Legion’s movie ratings before allowing me to go see one.
Oh yeah Bulldog! I started grade school in 1954, went to catholic high school 1963-1967 run by Jesuit priest boys only, who would pound you if you screwed up. Now it’s boys and girls. I don’t know what exactly they do now if they hit kids or not.
College with Marist brothers. I remember the prayers we had to pray for our class to cough up a priest from the class.?!!
There was one he became a Franciscan priest. US Army after that Land of the little people. So there you are sir! Happy Weekend