Simply Tuesday...

I could have been off this week and enjoyed myself but no...I had to volunteer to work.

Work can be a bitch most of the time, but we learn to deal with it in our own way. It is probably one of the most love hate relationships we will ever face in our lives...

To deal with this...takes a toll on your willpower, worth of self and limited ability to put up with BS...

Why can we not just go to work, make our money, "say see ya" and go home?

Society...does not work that way, nor do the bosses. They are God...you my friend are dirt beneath their thumb...your life...your family...you...are a number, a body, a thing to do their bidding...

Do as I say...

This has gotten under my skin in more ways than one. You want to be a long eared goofy bastard...

That's your problem, not mine.

Until you've done my job for 30 some years...don't try to tell me how to do it with your collage degree BS and threaten me with moving my job to China...I'll tell you to go for it and don't come back crying to me when your butt is hanging in the wind.

You don't have a clue...

That's whats wrong with this world today...

Nobody in the world of finance or business has a clue, except for this stupid southern hillbilly with only a high school education...

It's all about the top people.

The CEO
The Board
The Share holders
The LLC's
The Retirement funds
Wall Street

Everybody except...us...the working class.


God...let me win the lottery...

And get me out of this crazy hell hole called a world.

I see now...why you retired and left your son in charge. I don't blame you one bit...

I would have said the hell with it too...

B.D.

Three day weekend...

Good to have three days off but...it messed with my brain clock.

Well...that and a few mini quarts of Fat Tire beer.

I kept thinking Saturday was Sunday, and Sunday started out rough becauce my brain was like..."holy crap I'm late for work."

Dude...take a chill...

So today, it was back to the grind of have to work...have to pay taxs...

Bummer...dude...

Yeah...that's what I said dude.

B.D.

Weekend Report...

I just realized, that I didn't take any pictures yesterday...

Not of the food, not of the people, nothing, nada, zip, zilch...

I must of brain farted because I always take pictures.

Oh well, I'll just have to invite everybody back over and do it again. Everything was cooked to perfection except the tri-tip, it was cooked right, but it was done before anything else was so I panned and wrapped it and stuck it over in the corner to stay warm and this little mistake over cooked it.

But...you learn from your mistakes, it was still edible, but overcooked.



Then came the smoked bologna...my neighbor Jim has wanted me to do one for him and I did...but I had to hold Steve O off in the process.

Steve saw that on the pit and said "What a hunk of meat."

And that started it all...I had to bodyguard that poor defenseless bologna. Steve never took his eagle eye off that bologna the rest of the night...

But Jim came to the rescue and carved off a thick slice for Steve to take home and he was happy and I was off the hook...I didn't have to guard it any longer.

Next time they come over I'll fix one exclusively for Steve O to call his very own..."Hunk of meat."



Thanks for the beer guys...

It's good to see my girls and their hubbies, but I can't believe I didn't take any pictures...



I'll just have to do it again.

Party at my house...

B.D.

Working for the weekend...

My girls, (the original B.D's girls) and their hubbies are bound for this side of town tomorrow...

As 'Big Mama' roars to life and cooks some baby back ribs, beef short ribs, tri-tip, smoked beans and chicken wings.



I have some rub made up and will make up some sauce in the morning.

It will be a pleasure to spend time with my girls (Vicky & Tracy) because I don't get to see them much now a days and they are so much fun to be around and BS with and I love these lovely ladies unconditionally...

It should be great eats and great fun...


On another note:

Fat Tire beer has come to Hendersonville...



I'm picky about beer...but...this is a damn fine drinking beer that goes very well with any type of food. Right now, it comes in a 22 oz bomber (a mini quart, that don't hurt my feelings one bit...) I hope demand for it increases around here and it becomes a staple on the beer market...



So...have a safe 4th of July...and I'll see you on the Weekend Report.

B.D.

Wordless Wednesday...

In life we all have an unspeakable secret, an irreversible regret, an unreachable dream and an unforgettable love. - Diego Marchi

Simply Tuesday...

As some of you have noticed from the posts below, I'm just slightly pissed at the world right now...

It has nothing to do with family, or any one individual, I'm just tired of stupidity...

My life has been in turmoil for the last two years because of my profession and it has taken its toll on me...

I have worked for a company for 31 years...I gave my life to this company right out of high school, and to get treated the way we have...is insane...

To be treated this way, by the collage educated idiots that have run this company into the ground is unheard of...

The public hates us...

The people in command make millions...while we (the line workers) are outcast for making a decent wage...

I'm sick to my soul of stupid people...I'm sick of butt wipes that think they are God...I'm sick of people that have a corner office and can't see the world because of the sky scrapers obstructing the view...

I'm sick of the arrogant upper echelons of society that think they are smarter than I am...

I'm just tired...

And fed up...

No, I won't go postal on anybody, but I will give them a good cussing...

B.D.