My oldest brother, Bob told me about the first time his oldest son, Ken quit talking to him. Ken was married with two kids, had recently gotten out of the Air Force. In the Air Force he was the crew chief on the F111. The job he got was working as an AP for Boeng in Wichita KS. Bob was calling Ken almost every night, COLLECT! Bob was a head hunter at the time and claimed he was trying to find Ken a better job. Ken couldn't afford all the collect long distance calls and told his Dad to quit calling as much. Finally Ken quit accepting his Dad's collect calls and Bob gets all pissed that his son is no longer talking to him.

I sent my niece a stern but polite message yesterday laying out what is going to happen with me now. "I have no interest in you or your life due to your obvious lack of concern for Grandma's feelings." There was more but you get the drift.

I left no doubt as to where we stand.


Enough about that, though.

The pulled pork was more like chunks of BBQ flavored meat. Eh, I'll try again sometime.

The BBQ pulled pork sounds good. For BBQ pulled pork sammaches like to chop it up a bit, put it in a bowl with a little water and BBQ sauce warm it and mix it up good before I make the sammach with some cheddar and sliced onion so the meat is overly juicey like a sloppy joe. Also like pulled pork sans BBQ sauce with some mozzarella cheese in an omelet with picante sauce on it.

Oh man, that does it. Off to kill a pound of pulled pork and drag it home.

That was good! Thanks for the idea. And now I got some pulled pork for an omelet in the morning too,

Glad I could help!

One advantage of a small family is less drama. No estranged relatives with us. We are all just strange. ;)

I washed the Elky this afternoon. It looks much better.

Need to go by one of those places that does the protective film for cars and have the doors done just under the back windows.

Pepper charmed the BBQ place out of a some dog biscuits and a something extra, a togo box of bones by telling them all "Hello" at the drive up window where we took down the pound of pulled pork on our afternoon hunting expedition.

LOL

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Whatever Morning, just go for it.

Pretty sure it is Monday. :confused:

I guess that video has tips, but I can hold it long enough to get somewhere that is 100% legal to find relief.

On our recent road trip Mrs Carrera was ready for some resting in a restroom. ;)

I always let her point out the facility we would stop at. She pointed to a truck stop that was NOT a Love's. It was a big place with Subway and a Dunkin Donuts and the convenience store. The men's room was pretty rough with one urinal out of order so there was a line and the hand was soap was something from a mechanics shop. When we were back in the car she told me "No more truck stops that have pumice grit in the soap dispensers!" Even the "ladies" room had Go-Jo with grit. :eek:

That was pretty funny.

My best friend got busted for urinating in public. We were out drinking and stopped behind a theater to pee. I stayed in the car but he and another guy got out by a dumpster. Next thing we know a cop rolls up, hops out with gun drawn and tells them to out their hands up. I heard the exchange. My friend said "can I finish peeing?" the cop told him "no, keep your hands where I can see them". He peed down his front.

He didn't live that down for a long time. :D In fact, I'll remind him next we get together.

I'm 49 and have to pee a lot. My kids know that when we stop somewhere Dad will be finding the bathroom.

I'm not a fan of "away games" for the other. Makes it difficult but timing and food intake is key.

I've had to be very mindful of frequent restroom stops ever since they removed last 14 inches of my colon to stop me from always getting diverticulitis 15 years ago. In fact, imodium is almost a daily vitamin for me. Found there are places you will go if you have to no matter how bad they are it beats cleaning up and changing clothes, which I do keep a roll of TP and a change of shorts in my car. It's not bad enough that I have to wear depends, but when I gotta go, I gotta go right now. And NEVER trust a fart.

If I go out to dinner I can rarely order, eat, and leave the restaurant without taking care of business.
That's why I like getting dinner togo and take it home. Discovered some of the nicest restaurant chains have some of the worst restrooms. And some of the mom and pop joints have the nicest. Have also found there are some Love's that are pretty bad, and you can't depend on McDonalds like you used to be able to. On a few occasions I've had to rush back to my car and bring in my own TP.

My Mom and my adopted Sioux indian niece spent a summer together. The took off and drove all over the USA visiting family and friends. They had a blast together. However, don't think Mom ever convinced my niece she couldn't just drop her drawers and do whatever she needed to do on the side of the road or in a park or outside somewhere if she thought the restrooms were dirty or sometimes just because. She tell Mom indians never needed restrooms before the white man came, why do they need them now?

One of the local little towns that is 100% surrounded by Oklahoma City is just 2 square miles and has a population of under 1,000. It is mostly famous for the strip clubs and as a speed trap. One of the most notorious strip clubs sells a lot of beer, but only has one cramped bathroom. Lots of men drinking beer and needing to pee. The guys give up on the line to the bathroom and go out in the alley to wizz. The cops just wait and arrest them on the spot. The city has learned that charging the men with indecent exposure and public urination makes for a bigger fine. The real crime is all those men end up as a convicted sex criminal with indecent exposure on their arrest record.

And just to be very clear, I have never ever even once been there. A friend of mine is a judge. He works that docket on rotation. He has had to sentence many men of a sex crime and he hates it. A guy standing in a dark alley pissing on a dumpster with your back to the street is not the same as wagging yer willie at the mall but it is the same crime.

I would be pissed...ha ha ha

morning all. how's things in Monday-ville?

Reminds me when I got pulled over after passing and motorcycle cop hiding under a bridge. Was doing 115 and didn't slow down or pull over until he came up to the drivers side, blipped the siren on an off, and motioned me over. Waited until he walked up to roll my window down, had farted several times and it was all I could do to keep from pooping my pants.

I told me I was doing 115 and I saw me look at him and if I would have slowed them he wouldn't have pulled me over. Said if I had slowed down when I saw him turn his lights on he wouldn't have pulled me over. But I made him come up beside the car and motion before I slowed down and pulled over. Then said he wanted to see my license and insurance.

I really fumbled around to get my wallet and pull my license out trying to keep from pooping. Pretty sure I had a quit the concentration grimace on my face. Told him I had irritable bowl syndrome and had to go really bad, and the I was trying to make it home because I would be in the bathroom for 2 or 3 hours. Then I handed him what I thought was my license but was a credit card. He leaned in and said no, your license. I apologized, took the card and pulled out the license. The scent must have started wafting out of the window or leaning in to hand me my card he got a nose full because instead of taking my license he said Go, just go, and keep it under 90. I immediately said thank you as I put it in gear and drove off. As I was pulling away he made a weird comment. He said I wish I would have met you under better circumstances.

As I was driving off I looked in my mirror and saw a patrol car pulling up behind his cycle. He was walking back to it looking down and shaking his head no. A couple of miles on down the freeway there was another patrol car in the median facing the direction I was coming from. I passed him doing 90 and he waved at me as I went by. Guessing they were ready chase me down and haul me to the pokey.

Thinking fairly seriously about taking the rest of the week off. For the fish...the Halibut.

I wish. Two guys beat me to it and called in sick today.

Wow. Have a Booq laptop bag. Found where Pepper had found the shoulder strap and chewed it very neatly into two pieces. Emailed Booq told them my new puppy chewed the strap and they are sending me a new strap for free.

that is cool. customer service that brings people back.