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I was in New Orleans in April for a convention. I apologize for keeping going back to the well but the Crescent City is such a rich city for the senses: sights, sounds, taste. I finally took a ride on a street car while I was there. I don’t know why I had never had before. The conductors are efficient and helpful, the technology is almost steampunk. Its a great way to move around the city.
While in New Orleans I got invited to a crawfish boil at this restaurant. Eating boiled crawfish is a lot of work. You have to break the tail off just right to get at the meat. And then there is the fat in the body that you eat. I love it. It grosses a lot of people out but that is their problem. I used to have a boss in Houston who every once in a while would feel not too good. I’d take him to lunch and he, being the good native of El Paso that he was, would order tacos. Me from Albuquerque, would order raw oysters and boiled crawfish. I knew that he was going straight home from lunch.
And this is one of my wife’s knockout roses home in Tulsa. I have fun in my not very often trials but it is always nice to get back home. We are hugging each other a little tighter in my family this week.
Scene at a gas station /convenience store on a rainy morning north of Tulsa. At the QuikTrips people are coming in getting gas, coffee, breakfast wraps, and sandwiches. Everybody that comes in is greeted. The stores are constantly clean and continuously updated. Stores like QuikTrip and others are killing some of the other chains like Shell and others in the Tulsa area. I don’t mean to sound like a commercial but the plethora of abandoned Shell and other stations in Tulsa has really been a subject of mine on this blog.
Today is the day that the weathermen of the world should be glad we live in America. In Russia they would be marched out and never heard from again. Abigail our snow dog, who is also Director of Backyard Security and Monitoring, came in this morning with a report of Snow.
Snow!!! Where did that come from. How am I supposed to do a Ruby Tuesday II post with snow. Well hide and watch.
We’ll start with the front door. How do you like them apples, or roses, or you know, the heart, and the trim paint? Not bad huh? Don’t worry I have more.
Now lets go to the back yard. Red Berries is what I see. I wouldn’t eat them if I were you. Except you weather men. Go for it. (I’m just kidding folks… or maybe I am not.)
Well lets go back to the front yard. I shoveled the driveway with my Crocs. Yep, Crocs with fleece lining. They are warmer than my hiking boots by far. How do you like my Cub Scout socks by the way?
How do you like my shoveling? We are the only one on the block with a shoveled driveway. Oh, yes, this has nothing do with Ruby Tuesday. I’m just bragging. But you already figured that out.
Lets go back inside and get back on the meme. This is my new tea cup that Nana, the world’s greatest MIL gave me for Christmas. I’m a coffee drinker not a tea sipper but I love Yorkshire Gold tea. It is as robust as any coffee.
Lets head back outside. We had our house repainted recently. Heather picked out the colors. I really love that reddish trim. She done good as we say here in Oklahoma. Well, I’m going to leave you out here in the cold and go back inside. That’s kind of rude isn’t it. Sorry. I’m a Dallas Cowboys fan. We have become old, bitter, dried up and cynical. It doesn’t look like they will play in the Super Bowl for a long time. Actually, what the heck come on in, unless you are a weatherman. I may make you watch some Cowboys highlights. Of course they are on VHS tapes because the last time they were competitive was way before DVD’s were even invented. No wisecracks about that or back out in the snow you go, with the weathermen. I won’t make you eat the berries they will be eating. Anyway Adios My Friends
Tada!!! My new pair of boots courtesy of the world’s great test MIL, “Nana.” I decided if I was going to get cowboy boots I might as well get something colorful. There is a lot to picking out the boots besides the design. Such as what kind of heel do you want? And also what kind of toe, blunt, rounded, pointed, just what? Plus the sole. Leather soles, due to my strange feet are a thing of the past. These are synthetic, the literature says that they” have superior resistance to manure than regular leather or rubber soles.” What!! These boots are a fashion item. It has been several years since I’ve been on a horse. These are only my second pair of cowboy boots ever. I guess that if I wanted to I could claim that I am “country.” I wouldn’t fool anybody though. I’m a city guy. I’ve been a city guy my whole life, even when I lived out in the boonies. Way out in the boonies. I grew up with country people, shoot, my sister and her husband are country and so is their youngest daughter. I know how to saddle a horse, I like country music, I used to drive a pickup truck. But nope, I’m not country. From my earliest memories, I felt most comfortable when we drove down from the mountains and into Phoenix or Albuquerque. I knew a city is where I wanted to live. Are you country? Do you have a pair of cowboy boots?
I like cars in general, red cars in particular, this beauty is a Ford Model A Truck on display at the recent Tulsa Auto Show. I love the yellow wheels, the black fenders, and running board, and all the chrome from the bumper, radiator, and headlights, to the rear view mirror.
A strikingly red clock in Centennial Park near the Pearl District. I’m guessing the downtown employers may have installed it to make sure their lunchtime geocachers, bloggers, and runners don’t take too long to get back to work at lunch. I doctored the photo up a little with some of the tools available at ipiccy.com. I amped the color, darkened the edges, and added a little fabric texture. SOOC is lots of fun but hey so is playing with the effects. (Notice that I didn’t call it “enhancing.”)
Saturday son and I went to the Tulsa Boat Show at the County Fairgrounds. I’m not in the market for a boat, I just like checking them out. Plus generally they have lots of RV’s and trailers to check out.
This beautiful Camaro was on display. I love these cars. I’d never buy one though. Can you imagine the insurance. If you want to buy it for me though I’d spring for the insurance.
Speaking of cars, did you watch the Super Bowl? (Wow I’m a silver tongued devil. How is that for a smooth transition?) I loved the Dodge Ram Truck Commercial featuring the voice of Paul Harvey. I think it may be the best commercial that I have ever seen.
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So God Made a Farmer
And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker.” So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the field, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the township board.” So God made a farmer.
“I need somebody with arms strong enough to wrestle a calf and yet gentle enough to cradle his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait for lunch until his wife’s done feeding visiting ladies, then tell the ladies to be sure to come back real soon and mean it.” So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say, ‘Maybe next year,’ I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from an ash tree, shoe a horse, who can fix a harness with hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. Who, during planting time and harvest season will finish his 40-hour week by Tuesday noon and then, paining from tractor back, up in another 72 hours.” So God made a farmer.
God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place. So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to help a newborn calf begin to suckle and tend the pink-comb pullets, who will stop his mower in an instant to avoid the nest of meadowlarks.”
It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed, brake, disk, plow, plant, strain the milk, replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week’s work with an eight mile drive to church. Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft, strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh, and then sigh and then reply with smiling eyes when his family says that they are proud of what Dad does. “So God made a farmer.”
I snapped this shot at the Tulsa International Airport while returning on my last trip. I know that some of you are going to want to know what kind of car it is and the only that I can tell you is that it is an old red car because I forgot to note what the make and model is. There is a good chance that one of my really smart and knowledgeable readers will know and let the rest of know. All I knew was that it is red, and I like red cars.