tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10997257.post6175170102955741216..comments2024-03-01T22:45:35.314-06:00Comments on Bag Blog: The Great EscapeBag Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01885412195900280096noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10997257.post-61810347379175234622008-12-09T09:11:00.000-06:002008-12-09T09:11:00.000-06:00good stuff there MamaLou... "Bo...propane tank...c...good stuff there MamaLou... "Bo...propane tank...chicken yard and pig ropin" just reek of country livin'...nice.<BR/><BR/>Took The Queen to see Australia...my take...good screenplay, nice storyline, shallow, very shallow dialogue followed with large doses of eye candy for chix. You didn't notice the dialogue? Well, OF COURSE you didn't. After the bucket scene, The Queen leans over and whispers, "You know...there's a reason Hugh Jackman was voted People Magazine's Sexiest Man of the Year." My thought...ya know, that scene didn't do much for me but...that dude is RIPPED!<BR/><BR/>I'm assuming i couldn't replicate that with the 5 gallon bucket i keep around for soakin hickory chips for the smokerThe Friendly Neighborhood Piperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07801966842022621248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10997257.post-2004422962926114632008-12-09T06:17:00.000-06:002008-12-09T06:17:00.000-06:00Becky, relatives that came to see us often got the...Becky, relatives that came to see us often got the "city cousin" treatment - lots of teasing.<BR/><BR/>Alison, I think it was "The Great Escape" that made Jesse fall in love with Steve McQueen, too. She kept a picture of him on her blog for a while. Some day when we get together I will bake you an apple pie, or better yet, maybe a pear pie.Bag Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01885412195900280096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10997257.post-13785808301915804952008-12-08T19:09:00.000-06:002008-12-08T19:09:00.000-06:00The Great Escape is such a classic! I fell in lov...The Great Escape is such a classic! I fell in love with Steve McQueen when I first watched that movie. On my bedroom wall, I have a picture of him in is street clothes, riding that bike on a dirt track. I guess he was practicing for the movie. My aunt and uncle rasied chickens, but I don't remember ever being asked to fetch eggs or help clean the coop. The only memory I have is of my aunt chopping a head off, and watching the darn thing run all over the pen without it. I didn't eat chicken for a few years after that. <BR/>mmmm.... apple pie... will you bake one for me?Alisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14429455198999868784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10997257.post-57160757473484113222008-12-08T17:46:00.000-06:002008-12-08T17:46:00.000-06:00Lou, that story is so funny! It made me think of ...Lou, that story is so funny! It made me think of some of my cousins. They lived out on the edge of town and always had some sort of animal or other. And I was forever letting them escape!<BR/><BR/>One of the times was chickens, of course. My cousin Mark managed to herd them back into their pen pretty easily. Makes me think he'd done it before.Becky Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10901212090175780900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10997257.post-71815818652425039022008-12-08T14:47:00.000-06:002008-12-08T14:47:00.000-06:00Buck, that sounds like a city slicker story - can'...Buck, that sounds like a city slicker story - can't wait to hear it.Bag Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01885412195900280096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10997257.post-41080694535536725242008-12-08T09:22:00.000-06:002008-12-08T09:22:00.000-06:00"The chickens are revolting." She agrees because s...<I>"The chickens are revolting." She agrees because she has never liked the chickens.</I><BR/><BR/>The chickens sparked yet another memory for me, Lou. TSMP and I were "gifted" about a dozen chickens and a chicken condo when we bought our property outside of OKC. They (the chickens) didn't last long, however, as the coyotes got 'em... one by one... over the course of about two months. Which didn't break my heart, coz the eggs were foul tasting (revolting!) and I imagine the birds probably tasted the same. But maybe not: the coyotes loved 'em.<BR/><BR/>We also boarded a friend's cow on our back acre once upon a time. Remind me to tell ya about TSMP and I chasing that damned thing ALL over God's Green Earth when it broke through one of our fence lines... <B>;-)</B>Buckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05319116022465066060noreply@blogger.com