Friday, January 02, 2015

Cold and icy. Happy I am that the larder is adequate, and I’m such an excellent cook. I don’t burn water.

Have you watched FSU loose? They don’t do it well, do they.

Oregon’s defensive unit crushed the FLA team. The odd thing about that was one could see, almost exactly, the event happen. That tiny attempt to re-establish themselves during the declining moments was to be expected, but Oregon had the lock.

I was also lucky in my personal choices from Tuesday thru New Years Day. I didn’t lose a game on a straight up or down, W/L.

Almost wish I’d the ability to place money on the decisions – almost. Although I don’t do that on sports.

Renter and I sat down and tried to figure out the age of GAWD (Great Assed White Dog). Renter thinks he’s fifteen years old. I think he’s closer to twelve. We both agree he is not the dog we normally expect the breed to be.

We also disagree on the root causes of his not staying with the farm animals. The dog is a disappointment to his bonding family.

I think he is a good dog and will go to his reward unfulfilled. Poor dog.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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