Tonight...turkey chili. 6 inches of snow demanded it.
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Geez, again with the snow? Don't you northerners ever get tired of that? I've had my fill for the next ten years. Which is approximately how long it'll likely be before it snows on the beach again.“Any sufficiently advanced capitalism is indistinguishable from rent seeking.†~ =j
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Originally posted by Tom Servo View PostGeez, again with the snow? Don't you northerners ever get tired of that? I've had my fill for the next ten years. Which is approximately how long it'll likely be before it snows on the beach again.Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live...
Robert Southwell, S.J.
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Chicken wings, crab louie salad, roasted red potatoes..all the other Super Bowl food went home with the kids.May we raise children who love the unloved things - the dandelion, the worm, the spiderlings.
Children who sense the rose needs the thorn and run into rainswept days the same way they turn towards the sun...
And when they're grown and someone has to speak for those who have no voice,
may they draw upon that wilder bond, those days of tending tender things and be the one.
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Originally posted by Frostbit View PostBeef Brisket, Pulled Pork, Italian Sausages, cole slaw.....all left over from Superbowl.May we raise children who love the unloved things - the dandelion, the worm, the spiderlings.
Children who sense the rose needs the thorn and run into rainswept days the same way they turn towards the sun...
And when they're grown and someone has to speak for those who have no voice,
may they draw upon that wilder bond, those days of tending tender things and be the one.
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Originally posted by Frostbit View PostI don't!! There's no way you could possible make it anywhere near as good as The Turnagain Arm Pit.May we raise children who love the unloved things - the dandelion, the worm, the spiderlings.
Children who sense the rose needs the thorn and run into rainswept days the same way they turn towards the sun...
And when they're grown and someone has to speak for those who have no voice,
may they draw upon that wilder bond, those days of tending tender things and be the one.
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