Simply Friday...

Got home and cut the grass because it is supposed to be a downpour again this weekend.

Well...no cooking again. I should rename this blog...Sorry Life Sucks, Weather Sucks.

And I'm working 12 hour days as well.

Oh pinch me...

I can't wake up from this nightmare...

B.D.

Happy B-Day...

Yes, it is that time again...

A very lovely lady and one half of the original Big Daddy's Girls has a special day today.

My lovely, my girl, my sweetheart of an angel and one of the most loyal readers from the beginning of MacDaddy's Grill and a women with a heart of gold...Vicky...is the birthday girl of the day.

Now as you know, according to Man-Law, we are not allowed to say or comment about a woman's age, shoe size or any other size that has a number attached. But I will say with no fear of having my bollocks cut off that it rhymes with ----- ---.

So from all of us here at MacDaddy's Grill, Happy B-Day Vicky.

You know how much we love you and care about you.

And yes Tracy...we still love you too!

B.D.

Simply Tuesday...

OK...

We survived all of the storms.

No damage at all on this end.

So just a short shout out to say we are alright...no harm no foul and plenty of rain for awhile.

I'll holler at you later when I have more time...

B.D.

This & That...

Rained this morning, but all is quiet right now. We are supposed to get some very rough weather today and by looking at radar it's on the way.

Maybe they will get the Music City Marathon over and done with before it gets here. Strong storms and possible tornados.

This should be a fun day...

We need rain. The trees all bloomed out at the same time and pollen is on everything.

Red Wasps are everywhere and flies are making their return.

Great...


We kill a fly down here and ten more will come to the funeral. And they know how to piss you off better than anybody...

They know when you're about to cook outside (they have scouts and spies) and if you try and reclaim your territory, oh it's on brother...they get out their little cell phones and get busy dropping a dime for help and bring in some muscle to pester you beyond belief.

...and you're like trying to protect your beer and grill and food and face and ears and arms and...

It's a mind game. I've sent so many of them to Hell that I'm now on their Wanted Poster:

White boy
Southern
Likes to grill
Drinks beer
Extremely prejudice against the brotherhood of flies


Use extreme caution. Use buzz and run maneuvers: Delta 2BeeAPest and Delta 4FreeBeer

Good luck to us all.


Let's dance...
B.D.

Wordless Wednesday...

The strongest grief...can be eased by time until the past seems like little more...than a dream.

Simply Tuesday...

I got an order for 2 gallons of BBQ sauce from one guy.

I'm like Holy Mother of...

Hey, when you got some good stuff...why complain. I'm feeling better and after an order of 2 gallons of BBQ sauce from one person...my wallet's feeling better too.

The sauce has really taken off. Last year I probably made and sold 15 gallons of sauce. I've got many people that order a gallon at a time, some order a quart and some a pint.

My thing is consistency...

Julie says I'm anal about it when I make it. Well, anal sells my stuff because people want it and anal is not bad when you have to be consistent.

Sex sells...and so does a damn good recipe for some damn good BBQ sauce.

Who am I to complain about that?

B.D.