John Prine Toast!

Without a doubt, without a question; this has to be the best Prine toast I know of. Thank you Janis Ferguson!

It is priceless - Janis has an imagination and she is one creative person.

It'll probably take me near to christmas to find a new digital camera, until then, I am borrowing and to the best of my knowledge, acknowledging!

Photo: Janis's relatives

Thank you!

Happy Birthday, John Prine!

Birthday Meatloaf - Thank You - SkunkeyeJan (Naj).

Photo - Thank You - Reeda Buresh

-John Prine -
May your birthday be as special as you are.
May your mind fill with ideas and
may your fingers always be close with your guitar.

Happy Birthday with many more to come.

More Celebrations, On A Sadder Note

John Lennon, had he not been slain would be 70 years old tomorrow. Imagine that!

I am reminded of his death; he was murdered on my birthday. December 8th; a Monday night. Monday night, back then, I bowled. Us young ladies always went for a beer after bowling. Although it was my birthday, I opted to be homeward bound. When I arrived, my answering machine was in overload. Everyone was calling to relay to me the death of John Lennon.

I loved the writing of John Lennon. He certainly grab the attention of the government of the USA.

Good on you, John.

I will always remember you.

A Celebration, Indeed

Smucksville, I have so much to write today, I should be wearing my John Prine hat - Old Prine Fans Never Die - they just go to Paradise (where Tom Reynolds is now). I need the hat to keep all my thoughts in my brain.

A Celebration weekend is near upon us. In Canada, we celebrate Thanksgiving and I do have much to be thankful for. Thankful for the friends I have, thankful for a body, a soul and a heart that still beats. Sometimes, it goes to flutter stage but that is only when I meet John Prine, see photos of Bruce Springsteen and a few other minor situations.

We have lots of seasonal folks coming to the mountain side to celebrate Thanksgiving. That constitutes a big baking day tomorrow. I have Honey Pecan Breakfasts loaves to make and 24 cupcakes. The cupcakes, I have fancy, decorative sugars to put on the icing. (Thank you, Naj).

The big celebration is the birthday of John Prine. October 10, 2010. 10-10-10. Hopefully, all will toast (big time) to Mr. Prine. On special Prine days, I wear my John Prine t-shirt. On really special days like Sunday, I will wear my new socks. I love new socks. When I went to see John Prine in Vancouver last October - yep - I had new socks. I wore my Prine t-shirt, my Prine pendant (Thank you, Charlene). Good grief, I even had black panties on that had a little 'J' label on them. Oh lord, I must focus or go and get my hat!

Oh yes, Naj - that is Janis Ferguson (skunkeyejan). I experienced some difficulty with email and got her and Jason Wilber mixed up. Her name got changed to Naj (Jan backwards).

We went to the village yesterday, we bought lots of groceries to fill up the deep freeze and the pantry. I should never let Noisemaker loose in a grocery store, alone. He comes back with two turkeys - oh, the good lad was just thinking ahead. One of the turkeys he purchased comes not far from where Naj lives. I bet you that will be the finest - best tasting turkey!

I am looking forward to celebrating Thanksgiving and John Prine's 64th birthday - such happy events. Heck I was porch side this morning singing Happy Birthday. That was my dog's favorite song. He'd sing along with me. That brings such a smile to my face; such warm, loving thoughts of my four legged friend.

My lips will be flappin' this weekend and I did not want to miss the celebration blog for our Johnny. So ~ Cheers, John Prine, Cheers! Reminds me of the labels from Crown Royal that I had made up. Cheers - John Prine (that is what I put on the label). I think Chad thought the world of the labels as he is a whiskey drinker. I sent a label to Naj - it came back to me in the form of a flask - John Prine stickered! I placed it in my John Prine treasure box; *she does the paradise wave* at the Prine boxes - that sit atop the desk.

John Prine - he is a treasure. As are all my John Prine friends. I am so thankful for them, I so very much appreciate each and every one of them. They all have gold inside of them - they have hearts of gold!

Happy Birthday John Prine
Happy Birthday to you
I'm laughing like hell
Because I'm younger than you

Cheers!

Photo Credit - Reeda Buresh
from the John Prine Tribute - Madison, Wisconsin

ah, Sunday

Another beautiful autumn day here; the leaves are falling fast. I walked down to the 'development' today. The development is located less than a block away from our abode. Quite the development it is. The land is around 5 acres located on the lake and prior to this new development it was a Ma and Pa resort operation. The new owners are making it into somewhat a gated community. 14 homes - all two story - 500 square feet each level.

I know I cannot prevent development; especially here. What really gets me riled up is the developer/contractor has no concern for the enviroment. No concern to recycle any of the wood. They had some beautiful old fence posts, I could have used them to make my rodeo candles. I am going down there tomorrow to speak with them. Perhaps, the contractor will grant me permission to go in and remove wood that I think I can do something with. In all honesty, I'd like to take a piece of wood and slap him over the side of the head. However...

On a lighter note - a week from today is the 64th birthday of John Prine. 1946 he was born - the same year as my noisemaker and George Bush. Too bad my noisemaker could not make the same noise as John Prine or George Bush - hell, we would not be sitting here on the mountain side.

My noisemaker is hoping he will be alive to celebrate his 65th birthday. At that time, he will receive his pension from the government. Lord, I hope he lives that long - he does too!

We live on such a limited budget, but it is not that we need alot. I do the coupon thing; I find ways to make a dollar stretch. The most important thing; we do not have payments. What we have is ours; it is paid for. We call it home.

Last Day Of September

ah, the last day of September; it is beautiful here. The leaves are changing color, the fish are near finishing their life cycle, the birds are filling their bellies, and I am here to enjoy all.

I was washing my locks today and a light bulb went off in my brain because while in the shower I could not read the sample bottles ... whether it is shampoo or conditioner. I shut off the water, went and got my reading glasses and found out that shampoo is white capped and conditioner is black capped. Then, I wonder - heck - what if you are colored blind...then what do you do?

I got back in the shower and proceeded to wash up my locks. I think tomorrow I will be doing the same thing but with a different shampoo and conditioner. These samples, I would not be purchasing. My head is itching like I have some love bug up there biting me.

After I finished up with my trial of washing my locks, I decided to do some glass work. Last year, I received some broken grass/glass from Charlene. I got the bowling balls and now I have started to cut up the glass. Enjoyable it is. I have safety gloves, safety glasses, and I sang Safety Joe by John Prine - just to keep on the 'safe' side.

My wrists are not quite accomodating to the project; but a lil bit each day will be fine.

Off to the creek, I am; to see the last days of the spawn - to watch the eagles and the rest of the birds. Watch Mother Nature at her finest.

Another Day In . . .

Every morning near first light, I walk on up to the roadway just to make sure everything is still the same as what it was last night. It was.

We had a sprinkle of rain and about two hours later - that would make it near 7 a.m. I strolled on up the path again. Things were not the same. The earth, itself had changed. I could not figure it out. Every step I took creatures were zipping on back to the earth, very fast. I took a few steps off the path; and I am thinking this is worm territory. Sure enough, there are worms mating everywhere. Holy smucksville, this is not my territory, I hate worms.

I ran back down the path, inside the home I burst. I need to get to the computer, research - mating worms. I cannot post the pictures, it is stomach upsetting material. I asked Noisemaker about mating worms...he replied...geez I never spent much time thinking about mating worms.

I tried to explain well the worms are a-mating up the drive; the fish are dying in the creek. The fish eat the worms that the fisher -- people put on their lines. Do not you get it; this is nature - in its`finest!

John Prine - Madison, Wisconsin

John Prine and Jason Wilber at the Overture - Madison, Wisconsin. September 2010.

You can see the intense look on the face of John Prine as he watches Jason play the guitar. The intense look as Jason watches his guitar.

What an evening of Prine it must of been. A Tribute to Mr. Tom Reynolds (Crusher). Tom, I am guessing; must have seen Prine near a hundred times.

In the audience in Madison, was Eddy - Tom's son. A special, Prine treasure chest moment for him and his family.

A special Prine treasure chest moment for all who attended Madison.

Photo Credit - Reeda Buresh

Dale Watson and Chad

Chad and Dale Watson. Nice photo. Chad - did you dye up your dark hair or is the red light district shining in. hahaha!

Bristol Festival - Val and Chad were in attendance - splendid, sunfilled days. A good time they had.

Notice Chad's t-shirt - John Prine!

Noah

Noah James Ferguson
8 lbs.

Photo Credit - Granny Ferguson.

Congratulations to Julie and Kerry - The Ferguson Family

Neil Young - Le Noise

Release Date - 28th September, 2010

I had the pleasure to listen to a few songs from Le Noise off of CBC Radio Q. It was on yesterday morning but I cannot receive radio here until in the hours of darkness. CBC Q replayed it; it was a good interview. Neil was with Daniel Lanois who produced the cd.

Le Noise well, there is only Neil and his guitars.

From the songs I heard I was most impressed with a song titled Love and War. I liked Neil's fine pickin' in that song.

Long May You Run - oh Neil