Posts Tagged hogsatemysister


Mighty Kasey Has Ducked Out

(Hogs note: Just to bring you up to date, the Missus is still ‘rearing’ all sorts of wild ducks in the back yard, a.k.a. Duck Med.  And a few days ago we adopted a wee 18-month-old pup, Kasey, from German Shepherd Dog Rescue.  Yup.)     DUCKDATE… October 2 Kasey is just doing “stay” so […]

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La-Z-Boy — Recliner or Magical Tardis?

We are in the process of decluttering our house of 18 years, as we prepare for retirement. This blog is not about THAT. We are in no way prepared to get into THAT. But we are happy to write about the La-Z-Boy. Because, damn, ya’ll. A sister here in NZ asked us to store her […]

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OKLAHOMA BUG WARS & LOCUST BOMBS

  It’s still summer in New Zealand. Every now and again, when I have a wander into the primordial jungle out back, I find a locust husk (or shell… what do you call those things they hatch from?). And every time, my childhood memories come pouring back. We had a mimosa tree in the front […]

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Zoo Review — Remembering Lincoln Park Zoo in the Sixties

My niece in OKC frequently takes her chillens and their cousins to Lincoln Park Zoo. Even though they were raised on Harry Potter and Disney World, they love going to the zoo. I think that’s great, but, really, there is no way a zoo trip can be as awesome to them as it was to […]

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Obnoxious = NHS Grandstand Boozers & Alvan’s Army

I was not much of a joiner at Norman High School. I played football, and that was about it. But I was a proud member of two organisations that will go down in infamy: the Grandstand Boozers and Alvan’s Army. Both involved massive amounts of basketball, testosterone and adult beverages. Not necessarily in that order.

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60 Ways To Know You’re Almost 60

    (Yes, I know there are formatting problems. I’m almost 60. I’m allowed.) You never pull anything out of your pocket without Panadol falling out You try to use the same *cup all day so that you don’t have to reach up into the cabinet and feel that hot-10-penny-nail-jabbing-into-your-shoulder-socket feeling You become the ultimate […]

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Marvelous Meadowlark

“My leg, my leg!” Poor Meadowlark Lemon would hold his leg and wail in agony. So loud that everybody in the huge basketball arena could hear him. And, somehow, as his teammates helped him limp around the court, in comedic agony, the magic would happen.

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