Well, last night, the Missus and I decided to invite ouselves to dinner with our middle girl, her husband and one of the granddaughters at the one and only cantina, El Coyote, in the bustling metropolis of Gurley, Alabama. Needles to say a good time was had by all - good Mexican enchiladas, chimichangas, smothered skirt steak and, for the grandddaughter, who thinks McDonalds and Wendy's are the epitome of fine dining, chicken wings! Cooling adult beverages flowed for those of appropriate age and Carly chased her wings with Coke on the rocks!
Impromptu get-togethers like this can make for some of the most fun times to be had and last night was no exception. It was good to get home and turn on the satellite and watch the Atlanta Braves beat the Milwaukee Brewers 9-4, on the road. Yesterday, life was good.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Faith, Honor and Committment
Some personal situations lately have kept these topics at the forefront of my thinking the past month or so.
Faith can be whatever a person wants it to be. I'm not arrogant enough to tell other folks that my personal beliefs are the only way to get to Heaven, and that if they don't change their ways, they're certainly going to Hell. And I don't think the good Lord thinks that way either. This probably puts me in a minority, but its a minority I am very secure and comfortable in.
Honor and Committment are another matter entirely. They are much more black and white - you either are or you're not. Being a man or woman of honor is not a self-bestowed title. Rather it is one you have to work at every day, with everyone you come in contact with, for it is they who will determine this. You will always know if your words, deeds or actions are honorable; you will know if you are a person of committment and if you keep your committments.
These are things I find myself having to work very hard at, on a daily basis, but I like the person I am becoming better than the person I used to be, although that is not a universally accepted opinion. But I can live with that.
Y'all take care of yourselves - I'm gonna hunker down at the fire for some coffee and supper. See ya down the trail..........
Faith can be whatever a person wants it to be. I'm not arrogant enough to tell other folks that my personal beliefs are the only way to get to Heaven, and that if they don't change their ways, they're certainly going to Hell. And I don't think the good Lord thinks that way either. This probably puts me in a minority, but its a minority I am very secure and comfortable in.
Honor and Committment are another matter entirely. They are much more black and white - you either are or you're not. Being a man or woman of honor is not a self-bestowed title. Rather it is one you have to work at every day, with everyone you come in contact with, for it is they who will determine this. You will always know if your words, deeds or actions are honorable; you will know if you are a person of committment and if you keep your committments.
These are things I find myself having to work very hard at, on a daily basis, but I like the person I am becoming better than the person I used to be, although that is not a universally accepted opinion. But I can live with that.
Y'all take care of yourselves - I'm gonna hunker down at the fire for some coffee and supper. See ya down the trail..........
Friday, May 22, 2009
Dreams
In my recent (past 2-3 years) dreams, I'm a down-on-his-luck, modern times cowboy, riding from ranch to ranch, small town to small town, getting along as best I can. In the Old West, this was called grub-line riding, and a cowpoke out of a job could ride his horse from outfit to outfit - doing odd jobs and getting a meal for himself, feed for his horse and maybe a night in the bunkhouse if he was lucky, otherwise he'd sleep in the barn that night. I think it may still be possible to live this way (on a temporary basis) today.
You have to understand that real folks haven't changed that much in the past 150 years. Many still think that a man's word is his bond and that no written contract can provide more security than a good man's handshake.
If you don't understand this, find a cowboy or cowgirl and get to know them, or just hang around here every now and then and I'll try to explain as we go along.
Time now to shuck the boots and braces and try to get some shuteye before its time to do it all again tomorrow. See y'all on down the trail.............
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Its been awhile since I've done anything here, but maybe I can get started again.
I'm one of those folks born out of time. I was born one hundred years too late, give or take a few years. Bama Red is who I am - what other folks call my real name and life are what I was forced into by the mis-timed circumstances of birth. Now that I'm retired and have lots of time (and no money) to devote to my new life, I'll attempt to be a more regular correspondent.
I discovered the Single Action Shooting Society (SASS) in 2005 and immediately felt at home - in short I belonged. Here's their website: http://www.sassnet.com/index.php
That's it for tonight - its late and I'm a tired ole cowpoke. Gonna go unsaddle Stonewall, rub him down and feed him and roll up in my bedroll.
See ya on down the trail...
I'm one of those folks born out of time. I was born one hundred years too late, give or take a few years. Bama Red is who I am - what other folks call my real name and life are what I was forced into by the mis-timed circumstances of birth. Now that I'm retired and have lots of time (and no money) to devote to my new life, I'll attempt to be a more regular correspondent.
I discovered the Single Action Shooting Society (SASS) in 2005 and immediately felt at home - in short I belonged. Here's their website: http://www.sassnet.com/index.php
That's it for tonight - its late and I'm a tired ole cowpoke. Gonna go unsaddle Stonewall, rub him down and feed him and roll up in my bedroll.
See ya on down the trail...
Thursday, February 7, 2008
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