WHAT A DAY!

 Oh, my, I remember it well.

Well, maybe not so well.

Back in the day, I used to consume a moderate(ly large) amount of a weird coffee liqueur known as Kahlua.

It was sweet.

It was tasty.

It was good.

It was good over ice cream.

It was good mixed with cream in a cup.

It was just damned good.

And guess what I found out.

Today is National Kahlua Day!

Really!

You could do it like Jeff Bridges in the movie "The Big Lebowski" and make a simple White Russian.

Or you could make . . . a . . .

Oh hell, I'm going to the bar.

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 Well, I guess winter isn't through with us yet.

We've got snow out there again.

But I'm refraining.

No more post titles like "It's S'no Fun" or "Drifting Along" or "Celestial Dandruff" or "Bank Up Your Problems".

Nope.

No more punny post titles like that for me, ever again.

Instead, I'm giving you some truly intellectual memes and cartoons and jokes and humor today.

So, let's get started.

And remember, no puns anymore.

So there you go.

No puns, right?

Whaaaaatttt?

Okay, so I lied.

Maybe I'll run for Congress.

Oh, no, I also promised awhile back that I wouldn't do any politics either.

Well, what can I say except that I wish you and yours an extravagantly wonderful weekend.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Now for the cat who NEVER commits "pun-itry".

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(. . . oh no . . .)

PAST GLORIES RE-LIVED . . . AGAIN

 Yesterday, as promised, a handful of former colleagues and friends gathered once more at the Pie Place, i.e. the Rock Springs Cafe.

There were the once young, then those older and then a couple of the really old.

The ages ranged from 67 to 86, those two in the middle being the ones at the high end.

I will show you the requisite photo of the attendees now.

From left to right they are Rick DeBruhl, Wally Athey, Karl Kindberg, my ownself, Carol Lynde, and Steve Torbeck.

Others were invited but for a variety of reasons were unable to attend.

Scandalous and hilarious tales were told, much laughter abounded, memories of those who have gone on into the haze of time were renewed.

Food was consumed though, oddly for this group of former revelers, no alcohol made itself known.

All in all a rather calm Mardi Gras/Fat Tuesday assemblage.

Not for all, I gather.

EAT UP!

 Today is Mardi Gras.

Or Fat Tuesday.

Or Pancake Tuesday.

Or Shrove Tuesday.

Whatever you call it, if you observe these kinds of things, it's a day to pig out because tomorrow the Christian period of Lent begins.

Lent means giving up stuff.

Stuff like chocolate and wine and for one particular friend of mine: cheeseburgers.

I'm going off to the Pie Place to have lunch with a group of friends and former colleagues.

Not as any observation of anything connected with Lent, it just happened to be on this day.

Now my beloved SWMBO doesn't observe this period of "wanting" either but she did prepare a delicious meal the other day that could have been served to the observant today.

It was a delicious bacon-topped pork roast with an orange marmalade glaze.

Hungry yet?

Well, don't let me stop you.

If you want to "pig out" today, have at it.

ANOTHER HOLIDAY

 

FAMILY HUMOR

 When I think about my sense of humor I think it must have come from my parents.

I can remember listening to radio programs such as "The Great Gildersleeve" with them, as well as "Amos and Andy" and "Jack Benny".

Dad did a wonderful rendition of Harold Peary's raucous, rolling  Gildersleeve laugh.

But way, way back . . before either my older brother or I had been born . . Mom and Dad obviously had fun during their courting days.

Anyone who says the early 20th Century was dominated by stern, serious men and women obviously never met my parents.

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 Oh, it's warming up.

Here it is 7:30 and already it's 19 degrees (F).

Well, yesterday it was 10!

And they say this is Arizona, where the birds fly backwards to keep the sun out of their eyes.

Well, you have to have a sense of humor, right?

Aha!

Well since it's Friday, let's see how many of y'all have a sense of humor/humour. 

Pick your favorite spelling.

Or is that favourite?

Yikes!

All right if your roaring, laughing, chuckling or even smiling . . you're okay.

You have a sense of humor.

Now let's really put ourselves out for the next couple of days to have a stupendous (or at least pleasant) weekend.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . .

(. . . oh, yes sir . . .)

GENEALOGY

 Out of the blue the other day, I was contacted on my blog by someone who said she thought she was related to me and left a phone number.

It was anonymous so I was suspicious. 

So I went to the internet and searched for that number to see if it maybe came up as a spam caller.

But it didn't.

Instead it gave the name of an attorney in Seattle, Washington and a street address.

After a lot of over-thinking this I dialed the number and a woman answered.

After some momentary confusion we each learned who we were and discovered that we were indeed related through our grandmothers, who were sisters.

She had found me when she was searching on the internet for the name of an ancestor and discovered the picture of my late uncle who shared that name.

That led to my going through a massive collection of family photographs and learning (or relearning) some of the history in my family.

One story that leaped out from a scrapbook of newspaper clippings my grandfather had kept was about yet another of the sisters.

She had been out walking on the outskirts of Northfield, Minnesota one day back in 1876 when she met a group of horsemen who pulled to one side and tipped their hats to her as they headed into town.

A few minutes later she heard gunfire as this was the James-Younger gang who robbed a bank and got into a shootout with towns-people.

I was telling Judy about this and she reminded me that her father's family from back in Virginia had been related to the James family.

So our family lines had crossed way back in those wild old days.

But getting back to reality, I just had to show you the photograph of my great-grandfather that I share with my new-found cousin in Washington state.

He was a well-off banker with the great name of Frank Augustus Berry.

This photo was taken on his 77th birthday and he may have been out of the banking business by that time but that steely-eyed glance seems to be saying "You want me to loan you money? And just what are you going to put up for collateral?"

Ah the past - what a trip.

BI

 This could also represent the views of many Central Arizonans.

THE DAY AFTER

 How was your Valentine's Day?

Swell, I hope.

We combined on our meal.

I made Cajun Spicy Shrimp and Fettucine Alfredo.

Judy made a delicious salad and Cinnamon Apple Tarts.

Then we watched some of "Cunk on Earth" on Netflix until the power went off for about 3 seconds and upset our internet connection.

So why, in Sunny Arizona, did the power go off, you ask?

Because, he responded, a quick winter snowstorm smashed through.

Actual Photograph of Arizona Winter Snowstorm in Progress

But coming in the evening, people were enjoying it - out walking through it, throwing snowballs, laughing, a neighbor's little dog yapping his head off as he raced back and forth.

But as you can see, the ground was quickly covered with an inch or two of the fluffy white blanket.

Actual Photograph of Snow covering Your Correspondent's Front Yard

So this morning, as the temperature (Fahrenheit) hovers in the high teens, the week goes on.

But there is good news this morning.

Behold!

But beware in your shopping.

As one spoilsport reported yesterday there's actually more plastic packaging than actual chocolate in those boxes.

A SUPER(IOR) DAY!

I know I'm old but still it may seem a bit strange for me to be expressing a wish for a happy 111th birthday, but that's what I'm doing today.

Arizona officially became the 48th member of the United States of America on this date in 1912 when President William Howard Taft signed the bill granting statehood.

It had been the U.S. Territory of Arizona for 49 years before that.

So, let's all say it again: Happy Birthday, Arizona!

Oh, and there's something else going on today.

Lessee, what was it?

Oh, yeah, Happy Valentine's Day!

Love you all!

ATTENTION SPAN

 Sheesh!

For football fans, yesterday's Super Bowl game was a great game, decided by a field goal kicked with 8 seconds left.

But most of the talk today is about someone who goes by only one name (as many pop idols do) and about her appearance during her halftime performance and whether or not she was pregnant.

Rihanna proudly displayed her "baby bump" and it was confirmed after the game that she was indeed pregnant with her second child with her partner who goes by the name (?) of A$AP Rocky.

But give the girl credit: with her smart business decisions and the apparent loyalty of her fans, she's become a billionaire.

As for me, who has let the current music scene evade him, I wouldn't have recognized Rihanna, pregnant or otherwise.

As for that other event, the football game, some Philadelphia Eagles fans and some pundits were growling about a penalty called in the waning moments of the game that gave the Kansas City Chiefs new momentum.

But even the Eagles player they called it on said after the game that it was indeed holding.

"I grabbed his jersey", he said, "but I was hoping they'd let it get by."

They didn't and the Chiefs went on to their second Super Bowl victory in four years.

So that's that and I promise I won't ever write another word about the Super Bowl.

At least until next year's game.

GUEST POST

 Yup. She's back again.

I hereby turn the blog over to SWMBO.

Back in the late 80's we moved to Mexico.  

We loved most everything about our life there, but there were some exceptions.  

My love for a breakfast English muffin was thwarted by the absolute unavailability of them in the local stores.  

"Ingleesh que?"   

Also,  with chorizo  everywhere who needs American country sausage?  

I do, for my meatloaf!   

On a trip back to the States I whined to a close friend about these missing items on our table.  

She immediately dug through her old copies of Bon Appetit and rescued me with two recipes.  

One was for Country Sausage and the other was for English Muffin Bread!

Hundreds of loaves have been made from that recipe since that time, even after we moved back to the States.

Today, Super Bowl Sunday, there was no English Muffin Bread to be found and toasted for breakfast.  

Now, most men would have said something like, "So what.  Eat oatmeal."  

Not my guy.  

Before I knew what was happening the kitchen was buzzing....and the house smelled wonderful.  

It was too late for today's breakfast.....but beggars can't be choosers.

The big game has just started.....and tomorrow....and tomorrow......

WELL, ISN'T THAT SUPER!!!

 The big football game of the day is scheduled to start in about 45 minutes and I just received these cartoons, all captioned "Too Late".

But it's never too late for some good humor so here they are!

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 So for those of you who were confused by yesterday's post, River got it right: Spring is just around the corner.

But that was yesterday and today is today.

Er, I mean today is Friday!

Oh, by the way, yesterday was National Pizza Day and I learned that right after I had suggested to SWMBO that we have pizza last night.

So we did.

Now, on to today's business.

Okay Ladies and Gents that's the humor for this week.

Now your mission is to mix well this weekend, with company, snacks, food and drinks and try seriously not to get into any fierce fights over Sunday's Super Bowl.

In other words, have a great time and always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

( . . . oooooohhh, that must have been a shock!)