My sister got her dog a bee costume. I snatched a couple of the pictures.
Someone doesn't like wearing costumes. :(
This is her usual sitting position on the deck.
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One guy's quest to make ends meet.
My sister got her dog a bee costume. I snatched a couple of the pictures.
Someone doesn't like wearing costumes. :(
This is her usual sitting position on the deck.
This weekend was homecoming at MSU. That meant football mostly. Except this year, I decided to go back in time and visit the old fraternity chapter. Homecoming weekend is the big alumni event: Pig Pickin'. Smoked pig, fixin's, drinks, good times.
Everyone is blaming the late kickoff for the lower attendance. I think it had a part to play in it. They split the day in two, a lunch gathering and then the main event after the game. I got there that afternoon for at least a sammich before heading on campus. Found out that one alumni couple from before I joined had been there. Got to talk with some of the current members. Then the game and back for round two.
I kept thinking to myself, 'self, is there going to anyone there you know'? Then I told myself to shut up.
Well, turns out there wasn't anyone there I knew. The members I met earlier don't really count. But still, a good time was had. Got to chat with some members and pledges. Even did a little educating on the past. (no tales of uphill snow-walking though)
And did I mention the food? You can't beat pulled pork. The bonfire was nice and toasty on a cool night.
I had missed the last few, probably because I thought us old farts didn't need to show up. Then I realized last night, that this event was made specifically for us old farts. Next year, I'm going again. I'll even try to convince a few more old farts to go.
State's homecoming is tomorr^H^H actually, later today. Honestly, it doesn't mean much to me. A (supposedly) easy football win and another chance to head back to campus.
There's also the fraternity's alumni cookout. Sadly, the past couple of years, I skipped out on it. Not this year. I plan on being there, no matter how late it is. (stupid 6:00 kickoff time)
Pig Pickin'. That's the name of it the event. The fraternity is Theta Tau, an engineering fraternity, so don't go thinking I could ever get into one of those social frats. A group of wanna-be engineers getting together to cook a pig and build a bonfire. Good times, man. Good times.
This year is the 20th Pig Pickin'. My first one was in '94. Excuse me while I whimper about how long ago that was. You deserve the story of Pig Pickin'.
It started as a homecoming party for alums. How did it get its name? Simple. The crew back in '88 said "let's find a field, smoke a pig and build a bonfire". Voila. Done, done and done. I think they hired someone to cater the pig cooking, but it was pure and simple: one pig, giant grill for smoking, pick off what you want.
Over the years, the formula remained the same. Someone came and cooked the pig, we built a bonfire and stayed out in the outskirts of town until ... whenever.
(except for that one dark year when it was catered; bad times, bad times)
Towards the end of my career at State, the venue changed but the formula remained the same. Smoke a pig (at times, in a homemade pit), construct a massive bonfire and have a good time. Lately, a band has been incorporated. That's cool. We tried it one year I was there, but they weren't too keen on playing outdoors.
I'm going to this year's Pig Pickin'. I don't think I'll be the oldest alum there. At least, I hope not. I've seen announcements on Facebook that some folks I was in school with are going.
If only I was able to camp out there.
Tina Fey or Gov. Sarah Palin?
(link goes to short article with picture below; click the link at your own risk; there is also a picture of Rosie on the page
I vote Tina, but wouldn't veto Gov. Palin.
It's a commercial for Guinness beer. Not sure what country(-ies) it aired in, but rest assured, it wasn't aired in America.
Click to watch
Still don't know what it smells like because nearly each trip back from a game this season, we've encountered dead skunks.
Such is the life of an MState fan.
I've been undecided - well, actually more like pissed off - when it comes to the Presidential election process. But I think I've found the candidate I can believe in.
I like getting chances to get away for a while with peeps. I don't like when most of the peeps can't or don't join in.
For the ones of you that may be wondering why I haven't done any football picks lately, it's because football is dead to me. It will be even deader once Vanderbilt has its way next weekend. At least I have Weir to fall back, oh that's right, they've been struggling a bit lately. Yeah, they've won their last two, but a big game this coming Friday could mean playoffs or no playoffs. And playoffs without Weir is like this blog with readers. (bizarro)
Finally got some TV watching done. The Office rules, which is a known fact. My Name Is Earl still produces some moments.
Heroes. 'Nuff said.
SVU came out of the gate swinging. I would go to Munch's bar. The new ADA needs to let her hair down. Mariska Hargitay is still hot.
Haven't watched the CBS dramas yet, so I don't know who blowed up on Criminal Minds, how Mac escaped or what the heck is happening in Vegas.
The state fair is in town. And I haven't been yet.
I wish I could golf more often.
There's going to be a Wings Stop downtown, not too far from work. If they are open late, like the one in Ridgeland, I might say screw it and forget brown bagging it and spend what little money I have.
I'll skip the "why I'm still single" rant.
Back to your lives.
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I've been tagged!
Grab the nearest book.
Open the book to page 56.
Find the fifth sentence.
Post the text of the next two to five sentences in your blog along with these instructions.
Don’t dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
Tag five other people to do the same.
Since I don't know of five people that accidentally click to my blog, consider this a free-for-all. And to read my entry ...
"Dead Solid Perfect", page 56, 5th-7th sentence:
It was huge and it hung out above the beach and the ocean. Off our balcony we could look down on all kinds of skin. Whoever said the French didn't have any tits must not have been to Biarritz.
And I've only gotten to watch the premiere of Heroes. I blame work for this, since all attempts at having a life have failed thus far.
Thankfully, the DVR is holding up ... for now.
Now to continue on this life thing.