Well Poopy... There Goes Soupy

So I was sitting here in the living room a couple of nights ago rotting my brain perusing watching midgets 'rassle in oatmeal or some such thing most likely, when Sally, from her puter, sent me on my MSN a "ded list". You know, one of those lists that someone with too much time on their hands, compiles of everyone, that was remotely famous that has entered the dead zone in the past 12 months. (the structure of that last sentence sucks, but it's 6:57 AM and I don't give a rat's ass... read it however you want and please, please correct it down in the comments. Thank you)

I was comotosely (<--- your new word of the day) flipping through all the dearly departed when I came across one that finally caused me to stop and and mutter "NO".

Soupy Sales died on October 22 of this year. Ded as ded can be. The dedest.

Sal walks through the living room...

Me... Hey Soupy Sales died!

Sal... Yeah, I saw that.

Me... (blurting) I had a Soupy Sales ring.

Sal... I just bet you did.

Me... Really, it was one of those that when you turned it back and forth it had a picture of Soupy that flashed back to his name. It was awesome.

Sal... That's nice honey. It's probably up at your folk's house in a box somewhere if you really miss it that much.

Me... Well, I don't miss it that much, but it was pretty freakin' cool when I was like 6.

So I thought to myself "Self, if you loved that ring as much as you did, I just bet that a lot of other kids loved that ring as well and there has gotta be a picture of it on the internets" I didn't answer myself, but I did a Google search.

Nothing.

Then, I went to The Bay. SCORE!!!





$89.95 ? ? ? ? It truly was an awesome ring, I just didn't realize until I saw dollar signs spinning in my head just how truly incredible this fine piece of jewelry was.

Looky. Behold. Soupy!





and then you turn it...





I'm nearly in tears just looking at these pics (happily copyrighted by mrrookie, but I'm promoting his sale so... ease up on the copyright crap mr) Here, here's the auction. Go buy this thing and give it to your beloved for Christmas. Screw the diamond earrings. Nothing says "forever" like a Soupy Sales flasher ring. I mean it.







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THAT Was A Fun Wedding!

Saturday evening Sal and I attended the wedding of the year here in good ol Macon county. Handsome Randy and Gorgeous Martina (from our band) tied the knot in front of a pretty darn respectable crowd of family, friends, and one or two "ner' do wells". Sally and I, as usual, had a great time... lotsa laughing, lotsa dancing, quite a bit of imbibing, lotsa music, and a little bit of smootching and stuff.

Eh, y'all wanna see pictures, don't you? Here ya go.


A couple of handsome and gorgeous sonofaguns.




Hackin' away at the cake...





Then there was a whole bunch of foot stompin'...





Then the bouquet got flung and the garter got hurled. That lil feller that's just 'bout to snag that garter there? That'd be a namesake of mine right there...Jace. I went to school with his mom, and his uncle and I hung out quite a bit back then. Oh now quit it, the name is as far as it goes, well that and the good looks part.





Then there was some more dancin'... I got a dollars worth with Martina before David horned in on my show.





And Sal got a little floor time in with Randy... Check out that awesome new dress. Totally hot! :-)





Keota got up and did a little playing complete with a princess in the band...






And a nice band shot...





A random little dude that makes saggin' look good...





And the shot of the night that Sal got. I love this picture, the blurry out of focus, Martina's smile, the people... everything. I love this girl quite a bit too, and Randy... well, they're the perfect couple.





Awesome huh?


And finally, THE necktie. Bentley got a shot of it as we were leaving, I nearly upstaged everyone there, including the bride and groom ;-) with this necktie. Funny thing was, it nearly matched Sal's dress in color and we got lots of compliments on our coordinating looks until they got a good look at the tie. Baby chicks at the top, two fighting roosters spurring the crap out of one another in the middle and a hen at the bottom watching it all.

It was the only tie there like it.

Really. I'm not lying. You'd have thought there would have been a bunch of classy ties like mine.

I got it at the Dollar store.

Hey! It's silk!










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Take A Look At THESE Balls!!!!

I'm a sucker for the 1 dollar aisle. Any store. Doesn't matter. I'm there. It's always pretty good entertainment, seeing what products have been demoralized and denigrated to only being able to be placed... on the 1 dollar aisle. AND, I don't just look, I buy too! A few days ago in the grocery store that we frequent I was in the 1 dollar aisle checking out the "Sardinos" and 2 roll packages of what most likely had to have been the most abrasive toilet paper on the face of the earth. (I love my butt too much to do that to it, and you should protect and defend yours as well) Then... THEN I spotted this prize!





FIREBALLS!!! "Red hot cheese flavored balls" Made by that oh so well known snack food company, Brims. As in burn the lining out of your mouth and shed the skin offa your tongue like a snake... Satan's firey brimstone.

I tossed 'em in the cart. Sally looked at the can without touching it and just said... "Fireballs". Yes. Fireballs, those are mine. I could scarcely wait to get home to further examine and taste my hellish prize. But I did, and here they are.

Gaze upon my red hot balls as I hold them in my hand. Cheesy and fire goodness literally exuding into your home through the miracle of internetal osmosis... just looking at them. No. These are my balls. Get your own!





Wait! What's this?





Biblical scripture from Psalms on the side of the can? Yes, I'll be needing that soon, and some Mylanta. Second guessing myself, the 1 dollar aisle toilet paper might have been a wiser purchase.

I rolled the can around, just a tad curious at the health food factor possibly residing inside each portion of hot cheesy fate. Disappointed, I was not...




Let me read that outload to you. "150 calories per serving (not bad so far) 80 of those calories... fat" SCORE!!!

Nearing the bottom of the can I happened to peer inside and it startled me enough that I sucked my breath in... and some cheese ball dust which nearly choked me 9/10ths to death... this is what I saw.





That's a little frightening, no? I'm gonna need to read that scripture again after laying eyes on that hellish glow inside the can of purported snack food.

In the end? Yeah it was worth a buck. They tasted like crap, removed any sense of taste I had for about 8 hours and I was still burping them the next morning, but then hey... you don't get much for a buck.










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So... Did You Miss Me?

Hopefully I'm back on track with Sawdust and Cowpies, friends. After my little hiatus there, I find myself wanting to get back to it more and more. Just to bring you up to speed on things here in Cowguyland, I'll give you the quick synopsis.

Immediately after getting back from Nashville... I got busy. The shop had got a little weak thru the summer, but for now it appears that it's gonna stay this way at least thru the first of the year and a little beyond.

Our new grandbaby (yes... :-) ) came to visit with Mommy and Daddy for a couple of days. Jazzmine Cahlia Reid She's gorgeous. There'll be pics, but Sal's hording 'em on her puter right now.

Our other daughter and son in law came to visit with 3 more grandkids.

Then it was deer season.

Then I broke down and bought horses. I don't know. Insanity. Sal loves me more than her luggage though now.



That's Sal and Poco on the right, her buddy Jolene and Cappy on the left.

I dunno... lol 2 things that I said I'd never own and that's sheep and horses... I've got both.

In the middle of all of this my brother had a series of 3 strokes. Bill had spinal meningitis when he was a baby and is mentally handicapped, but does pretty well. He reads, writes, is very verbose and is real self sufficient... but this is a rough one. He's still in the hospital and will be for some time. It's gonna be a long long road for him. He's several years older than me at 58. It's been pretty tough on my parents as well.

We sold calves a week or so ago and they did real well at the market.

Sally and I went out on a real date to party a little and it was a hoot. We do it up real good. Spent the evening at a local watering hole, a friends band was playing and then another friend was DJ'ing after the band. Great night!

Me and Sal and our little redheaded buddy Bentley squeezing in the shot.



This pic just makes me smile. Sal and our friend Sue... cute as 2 chili beans in a bowl of applesauce.




Keota played a HELLUVA gig at the local winery, massive mayhem and fun all around. We're working on changing our live sound equipment around... it's sounding great!

A bunch of backup singers came up and helped us out with Wagon Wheel, as usual. Sal even got up and played guitar on it too!



Then there was a nice quiet Thanksgiving with just my folks and our son here, then another one yesterday with my buddy Gary lol. Turned into a movie thon last night.

In between all of that jazz was a lot of other stuff too!


So, hopefully boys and girls, when time permits, I'm back on track. Thanks for hanging in there!







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I Swear, I Haven't Quit Blogging... Really.

Lordy... my blog posts have been so few and far between as of late, I'm embarrassed. I've still got one post from the Nashville trip that is picture heavy, hell it's from Halloween. I've just been busy.

Busy.

Busy.

I truly love blogging, but everything else in life has been pulling me in their directions. Work, other work, some music, the need to crash on the couch at night, my re-interest in shooting once again after about 10 years of shooting nothing... and work.

Today we shot another episode of North Missouri Woodworking in my shop, what a blast I have doing that. It's good for business and it seems to be one of the more popular shows on CVTV in our area. Plus... I get to be the big hairy male version of a Diva.

Anyhow kids, I'm coming back... I miss it. I miss all of y'all. Pretty bad. Just gimme a couple of minutes, or days or so. Okey dokey?












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The Bathrooms Are Chaos At 1 AM / Or / Nashville Post #1

Man it's been awhile between blog posts, I've been busy, sick, partied, etc etc. Last Thursday the band loaded up (minus Martina) and headed to Nashville for a long weekend of partying. And boy did we do it. I paid for the night before every single morning, but it was worth it. :-)

We stayed offa the tourist trap stuff, and with a couple of exceptions, just went downtown to the old part of Nashville on Broadway. 20-25 foot wide bars, stacked in tightly down both sides of the street, every single one having a live band churning out everything from Country, Bluegrass, Newgrass, Rock, Classic Rock, Blues... you name it and it was being played there. If you hate country music, you've got no reason to stay away from here. There are no bad musicians. Pretty incredible talent. The bars don't pay the musicians, they give 'em regular gigs there but they play for tips only... and you'll gladly pay up. They play their hearts out.

We hit all the regular spots like Tootsies and such. I spent most of my time in Robert's, Layla's, The Wheel, and The Blue Moon.... and on the sidewalk. The sidewalk is just as great entertainment. Lotsa hookers and panhandlers and just... characters. I LOVED the sidewalk.

We did go to Gibson Guitar and Ronnie and I fondled and played a buncha $4000-$5000 guitars and mandolins.... because we could. Beautiful showroom.







We ate real good while we were traveling. We had a couple of meals at Demos', excellent food, right downtown in N'ville. Met up with Ronnie's cousin Brent and his wife Kathy and son Jake, there. Brent's been in the music business for many years and has done real well for himself... a few Grammys under his belt, etc. Really sweet folks, had us in their home and studio the next afternoon.





From the left side on around the table... Brent, Jake, Kathy, Johnna, David, Jeanne, Louis, Yours Truly, Mary Beth, Ronnie.


Then we hit Broadway once again, Jypsi was playing in at Layla's... whole lotta talent there. 3 sisters and a brother, one sis was missing that evening and I think their drummer was playing guitar in the back.



Yes it was a horrific thing watchin' Amber Dawn fight that little gold dress all night. I toughed it out. Check out a couple of their vids HERE and HERE. Good stuff.

At some point we wandered over to Robert's, this was the night before Halloween so a few drunken patrons passed thru in costume. Hell I dunno, maybe they dress this way down there all the time. If they do... well party freakin on dude!

Some gal dressed as an indian chick hopped the stage during Kawliga being played by Brazilbilly. (lol) Helluva band with a goofy damned name. The guy singing and playing the mini martin is the owner of the bar... and is from Brazil.






My new friend the lil' goth chick at the door...




And my camera being left at the table at times and in the care of others, often got some usuable and deletable pics on it. Someone got a nice tight shot of GC's cleavage. Oh and yes, the underpants matched the bra... such a showoff. Thanks for the pic Mary. LOL




Mary Beth twirled the dance floor with a guy impersonating me... a fake cowdude. The nerve. Awesome set of horns though!







I saw the guy that surely must be the Crown Royal King... 3 piece CR bag suit, complete with crown. And so young to have already achieved such stature in life.





So at one point during that evening I was on the sidewalk watchin the antics of the more drunk than me crowd, havin' a cigar, and an old chick... like 50-60 range, kinda hard to tell... slides in beside me wearing her zebra skin coat and heels. In a voice that was delivered with the raspy deepness that comes from 3 packs a day for 40 years she says "Got a cigarette on you mister?" and because I could have handed out a half truckload of smokes every evening from the panhandlers, I said "nope". She slides in a little closer to me and whisky whispers in my ear, like you'd imagine a 50 year old Army drill Sargent whisper.... "You wanna go party with me baby?" I looked at her, said "Honey, you need to head on down the sidewalk" and she did... and I went to the bathroom to wash my ear out. *shivver*

And while we're there, the bathrooms after about 1 or so, turn chaotic. These are plywood floor bars, the toilets usually have one crapper and one urinal and a sink, and for the crowds there... it aint enough. Add in the "didn't quite make it to the toilet vomit trails and the busted glass and beer bottles in the bathrooms and the "other" stuff... I could see where it could turn into an adventure for a "smaller" guy LOL

I was in The Wheel the last nite (I think it was the wheel) and I went in the john, 2 guys waiting for the urinal, the stall door was shut to the toilet, 2 guys behind me. I rattled the door to the crapper and not 1 but 2 guys yelled that it was in use. I stood there for a minute, looked a the dude behind me and his look of horror... and then... a third male voice from the stall voiced his complaint as well with me disturbing their privacy. To which I replied "WHAT THE F ARE YOU GUYS DOING IN THERE?" which pretty much tore the bathroom up with laughter. I gave it up and went out the back to the bar next door. lol



I'll have more pics and tales the next post from Halloween night.







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Be Patient Little Ones

I'm back from Nashville... a most bodacious, rowdy, drop dead laughing, 3 day party on Broadway there. Now, I'm playing catch up here, I've got a killer cold that has me hacking my lungs wrong side out, and that ain't pretty. I'm promising a set of pictures such as my blog patrons have never seen the likes of. Hordes. Gobs. A Plethora of pics.

Until I get it together, this will have to suffice. This photo best describes my long weekend in Nashville... off the beaten path.







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