Checking in on the Blog

Not too much going on this week, beside the Canadian's kicked Boston's ass and knocked them out of the series.
   Friday is coming an I will be off to camp to open up for the season, we will be changing trailers on the site and taking down the outside kitchen area, so I hope to have photos coming next week.
 In the mean time stay happy and wear your helmets folks you never know who or what will drop in on ya!

Happy Star Wars Day

Happy Star Wars Day . . .  May The Fourth Be With You !
 Let the Marathon begin!

Pheasant and Moose and Bear ... Oh My!

So it has been a year since I was pestering a friend of mine to invite me to his gun clubs Wild Game Dinner, I have never hunted nor have I had allot of Game meats and in my efforts to try new things in 2014 I really wanted to go and it finally has arrived. 

 It was a 4 course meal starting with a Raw bar of assorted seafood and shellfish and some greens. Being allergic to shellfish I had to stir clear of this one.
 Course number 2 was delicious. I started out with some Bear meat, that was in my opinion a tad bit on the dry side, but extremely tender. Then came the Elk that was lean and tasted just like steak, Breaded Pheasant with wild rice and Cranberries, a Moose casadia followed by some Venison. My favorite was the Bear meat and the Elk. my least favorite was the Pheasant, I think it was the coating and the cranberries that did it for me. The Moose had too much onions in there so in my opinion it did not give you a good sense of what moose would taste like.

 Course number 3 was just as wild (pun intended). I had Fried Alligator nuggets, Venison and garlic, Pheasant cornbread Potpie, Pheasant stir-fry, and Wild Boar in a gravy and steamed muscles. My favorites out of this group was the wild boar, very tasty, not real gamey tasting and very tender. The Pheasant stir-fry was another standout in this course. least favorite was the Alligator nuggets, they were over cooked and dry, you couldn’t tell you were eating alligator or chicken. The Pheasant pot-pie was interesting, but lacked something and the cornbread made it dry.

 Course 4 I had the pleasure of trying Wild Turkey with rice, Venison Tips in gravy, More Wild Boar this time in a orange sauce, Venison Ribs, Venison Chili with beans and a wild greens salad with a light vinegar dressing. I liked the greens, but hated the sweet vinegar dressing, it was just way too sweet and threw off the flavor of the greens. The standout in this group was the Venison ribs they were cooked perfect and you could taste how lean the meat was, it was outstanding. The Venison chili was ok but spice over did the flavor of any meat. The Venison tips were good as well you knew you were not eating steak but it was close and it was cooked excellent just enough without drying it out. I though Wild Turkey would have tasted different from what I get at the market, but it didn’t it tasted like Turkey and that was it. The wild boar was very nicely cooked and just tasted like a roasted pork, very nice.

 I had a great time and I have to say I will start pestering my buddy next week to go the the dinner next year as well. Not that I would pick up hunting or anything like that because I am not that kind of a man that has that ability to do so …Yet, but I will admit that there is something to the free-range mentality and the whole organic meats eating way of existing that appeals to me.

 

I am sorry there were not more photos, But I was Hungry, The man with the Skunk on his head is one of my friends Dan, don’t ask about his fingers he was hungry too! Thanks for reading see you next time

I'll Take Famous Tom's for 100 . . .

This morning I was challenged to come up with a fast blog about Things named "Tom" Obviously the person in question does not know me as well or they would have been more specific, to slow down my brain. So here we go . . .



Tom date: 02/01/2010 10:15 A.M.


I could start off by miss-quoting Bill Shakespeare's quote from Romeo and Juliet . . . Would a Tom by any other name sound so sweet?, Incidentally Shakespeare's folks would have named him Tom, but they had a premonition of a story about an Uncle Tom and his Cabin. I could also start by mangling a quote by Astronaut and Luna foot print artist extraordinaire Neil Armstrong . . . That's one small step for blogers and one giant trip-up for Tom-kind. Instead I will take the high ground on this and just jump right in on the subject of Famous Tom's.


Tom Turkey who is delicious when fried, Tommy Edison who's shocking invention both brought light and a monthly utility bill to the electrically challenged. There was T.S. Elliot who had some interesting and poetic scribbling for the masses, (PSssst. the "T" stands for Tom).


How about Tom Selleck and his famous mustache, also named Tom, or Tom Bergeron who has been shuffling his Go-Go Boots into our homes for years with Dancing with the stars.


Other famous Tom's: our 3rd President and the keeper of the Two dollar bill, Tom Jefferson. There's Theater's Tommy Tune, The Who's Tommy and music's other Tom, Tom Jones, who is not unusual, Saint Thomas which is a great place to visit and the Patron Saint Of Courage. Scientology's Tom Cruise, News reporter Tom Brokow, Televisions Tom Bosley and let us not forget Tom thumb who was actually all pinkies, not to be confused with football player Tom Brady who at times is all thumbs. There is also 1960's comedian Tommy Smothers who has always marched to the beat of a different drum which brings me to the Tom-Tom an Indian drum. And who can't remember the Tommy-hawk an Indian implement for parting ones hair from their head ( This would be called scalping, but not the ticket kind ).


How about the fact that they call male cats Toms until they have them fix and then call them tamed.


So you see my friend who shall remain nameless (Tom Murphy), I can come up with a fast blog on Tom's and I'm sure I left out a few incase you want Tom's part 2, because when it comes to Tom's I'm no Tom, Dick, or Harry.


Tom date: 02/01/2010 - 12:09 P.M.


Fitzy: Legion of Decency Retired


P.S. Tom I like My Coffee Large 2 sugars and a splash of Half & Half.

Someone call Godzilla I have a Pterodactyl that needs to be evicted !

Ok WTF I wanted to relax and just glide through the, day catch up on some movies and cook, but the Evil Penguins of Life have set upon a mission to have me attacked... I was sitting at my computer drinking coffee when I was strafed, I am talking "Ghost Rider" buzzing the tower style... some how a bird got in and it decided I was going to be his target until he was free.



He knocked over the coffee on me and the keyboard and now when I type I hear the ocean... LOL


He then proceeded to crap on my chair when I tried to free him, someone call Godzilla I have a Pterodactyl that needs to be evicted !


I figure no one would believe me so before I devised any further plan, and wreck man-town east any more I would grab my camera and take a photo of the Giant swooping menace bent on Fitzy domination and concurring Fitzy Man-Town for some sort of North Eastern Bird Sanctuary!


First I set out with a bucket and decided that was bad, because he may bash his beak in and break his neck if I did it to hard and fast (just like sex...) then I had a shirt and thought better of that due to the fact the devil bird would break a wing and shred my shirt with it's giant talons. Then I got the brain storm I opened the Top of the window and tried to heard our trapped winged friend to it. After 10 minutes of trying to move it in the direction of the open window, it flies to it and perches on the window chirps some kind of Bird profanity I am sure and launches into the air to pester someone else's house.


I am missing my favorite pen I bet you that bastard took it with him! Please note that NO BIRDS were harmed in tithe "War of Fitzy-town" however I do have a burn near my family jewels that the coffee caused and I banged my elbow on the couch defending myself from his razor sharp beak and pointy human carrying-away Talons.


Here is the Giant Menace of the winged world as caught on Fitzy-cam






Fitzy: Legion of Decency Retired

Farmville...Crack or Fiction

It's not E-Bay, The World of Spam, Craig's List or the Porn sites my wife has to worry about, It's Farmville !!!! Ask me about my sheep, should not be a common phrase in your marriage, unless of course your a sheep farmer! At least thats what my wife, the self proclaimed Farmville widow has told me.
Just when you thought you had enough to do in your life, Facebook's Farmville grabs you, and the next thing you know your a clod stompin, dirt diggin, goat milkin addict, screaming YEE-Haw at your computer screen!
So heres the cliff notes version of the Farmville World! Farmville is a game application for one of the post popular (for now) internet socializing sites, Facebook. Armed with your mighty hoe and a handful of seeds, you toil and work your mouse, clicking fingers to the bone, building your psudo farm. You harvest and grow a multitude of crops, then comes the livestock , cows,ducks,chickens,horses and sheep among others(except those evil penquins).
I myself have amassed quite the menargery of bovine, equestrian delights, as well as my Farmville friends (or enimies, depending on how you look at it) Thinking I need yet even more sheep (insert sick joke here)I have been farming just about a week now, and I can't stop!
It used to be I would come home, throw Hello at the wife, check the regular mail, the email, the newsfeeds, Myspace and Facebookupdates to see whats been going on in the world at large, as well as whats new in my little chunk of the world. But now, I get home and make the mad dash to my computer, ignoring wife, mail, email and all other "real" matters that require my attention, just so I can harvest my imaginary crops from my imaginary farm before they turn to (yup, you guessed it) imaginary dust from neglect(due to the fact that I have no access to Farmville at work (corporate bastards!) I then plant, milk cows and goats, collect fur and feathers from a virtual cornicopia of psudo animals, including some cats that give yams(don't ask) and pigs that give truffles. I sell them at market and then do it all over again.
 Its slow, its simple and yet Facebook dweebs, dorks and geeks are in a Farmville trance. It has gotten so bad, that its what I think about at work all day, what am I going to plant and how long will it take to grow. In between crops and livestock you can earn cash and experience points by decorating your farm and helping others, by chasing foxes, racoons crows and gophers off their farms. Your in a world all of your own in      Farmville, and between us, I have named all of my sheep! (insert even sicker joke here)
I wish I had a great end to this blog, but I am on level 19 and I have an entire crop of pumpkins that need to be harvested, and then Kerry Ann's farm has gophers to chase off, Lynnie's farm has crows to be chased, Lewis has some weeds to pick and Christin needs help with foxes.
A psudo farmers work is never done !!! Green Acres here I come !!!

P.S. Next up Mafia Wars, Cafe World or maybe Vampire Wars....An addicts life is a full one !!!

The Yellow Menace

September is here friends, that means leaves start to turn, Geese start to migrate, Gardens start to wither, long summer nights begin to get shorter and cooler. It also marks the return of every drivers enemy, no not the Ball rolling into traffic or the occasional Deer, Dog, Cat or Polar Bear (Alaska only) meandering in the road or the road construction that they seem to only start in September. I am referring to the Menace of the rush hour traffic . . . The School Bus!!
I'm sure we have all at one time or another been caught in what I affectionately like to call "The Bus Loop", this is when you are caught between 2 or more school Bus routes and can't get anywhere.
Picture if you will your off to work, birds are singing, the sky clear and blue, your favorite song is playing on the radio, the fresh air is lightly seeping in through the windows, a faint pleasantness covers you and you aura is a pale blue (I am told that is a good color for an aura), your hitting all the green lights, life at that particular moment is good. Then all of a sudden you hear the D.J. say "Welcome to September", the Radio gets all static, your eyes get all itchy and you catch a whiff of a foul pungent odor (not unlike my in-laws cooking) its Diesel fuel, your ears echo with the un-Godly squeal that sends chills up and down your back, as you shake it off and your eyes clear, you focus on the beast that has taken up residence in your path, your spine stiffens and your head drops to your chest . . . . . That's right folks school is in session . . . . . Behold the Yellow Beast, the vaunted school bus bane of the commuters existence. That Titanic Yellow smog belching, slow moving, wheel squealing pain in the "Derrière" has reared it's ugly head and returned to choke up our rush hour commuting.
Nothing says September like the school bus, your driving, you take a sip of coffee or soda (tonic) you look up and there it is, red lights flashing for you and green lights for your torcher. The Marquis de Sade could not have come up with a better torcher device then the school bus.
You come to the end of your driveway or street you look left and see the evil traffic hog (school bus), so you turn right to avoid it thinking you are smart, then . . . the traffic beast! You get 50 feet and "SLAP" your behind a clone of your enemy and it has stopped in front of a house, red lights flash and the swinging stop sign on the front grill signaling the world has to stop and wait for yet another sleep deprived, unprepared parent to take their time strolling down the walk at a snails pace escorting their precious bundle of joy (speed-bumps with feet in some cases) to the waiting bus. Upon which we are now way-laid yet again because the parent feels the need to engage in a lengthy conversation with the Driver of the traffic beast as if they were long lost relatives, and then we wait while the 3 foot tall sack of protoplasm wanders the isle to fine the perfect seat for themselves. Then and only then do we see the red lights go out the stop sign swing in and you are off at a turtles pace 100 yards up to the next door . . . . . "SERENITY NOW!!"
But this is only one sadistic pleasure of the demon school bus, here are just a few other occurrences that come to fruition in the wake of the yellow devil transportation device.
They love to drive with the yellow flashers on whether they are stopping or not. At rail road tracks they stop turn on their lights as if they are signaling the UFO mother-ship, they open the doors and look to see if a train is coming at them, tell me again why we taxpayers paid for the rail road track safety lights and train gates? Last but not least is the cargo they transport, those mini humans, making faces, flipping you off and sometimes smashing their butts up against the window at the rear (no pun intended) of the bus, as if you are not annoyed enough they torcher you a bit more.
"I Love the smell of Diesel in the Morning"
But alas much like bad stroganoff this too shall pass, in the mean time we endeavor to persevere while we secretly push pins in our yellow school bus voo doo dolls, and hope that in the years to come these little people will be able to grow up and be just as pissy as we are at the Yellow demon transport known as the school bus. Besides what could be worse? . . . Oh wait a second, October is coming ... make way for the Leaf peepers !

P.S. Ask me what my wife does for work !