I moved from Texas to Oklahoma in July of 1997. I guess that makes me a Bubba. That's why this is the Bubba's Bog Blog. There are days that I really feel like a 'bogged out Bubba'. Another part of the 'bog motif' is that I once lived in Kermit, Texas (in my 'oilfield' daze). Which is why my CB handle was 'The Frog'. It may have had something to do with 'Sesame Street'. My wife's handle was 'Silly Goose'. I guess that that's a fairly large bird.
On 12/8/07 we decorated the yard for Christmas using lots of icicles. It was veritable "Winter Wonderland". The power was out for 10 days and we had quite a time taking care of the neighbors!
Actually, I had a revelation during that time. It occurred to me that there was a reason that God had invented stainless steel sinks.
It would be posible to rip out the sink and chain it to the steel framework of a kitchen chair and use the whole thing as fireplace for burning the chopped up sofa to keep the house warm! Frogette restrained me from testing the hypothesis and on 12/19/08 the power came back on.
And now, beloved friends, you are up to date on what has recently transpired in the Bog. I'll try to get up to speed on political commentary soon.
Halloween at the office is always quite a thrill. The usual ladies put on their usual costumes and most sane workers try to ignore them. The customary costume is a really baggy sweat suite, pink furry slippers and hair up in curlers. Only God knows what it is supposed to represent, but it may be helpful in scaring evil spirits out of the office.
The Frog got swept up in the festivities this year (unusual of itself) and decked out in his own costume. Later he added the commentary and used the picture as a "cheap shot" Christmas card.
If you missed the mailing at Yuletide, you've got it now.
I had a chat with the Tadpole the other night. I told him that, "The morning of my 80th birthday we are going to go squirrel hunting."
He gets one shot. If he only wounds me, I'll be really pissed off and not be responsible for whatever happens next. I hate getting shot. It always makes me feel so unwanted.
While walking by a pond one day to see what I could see,
I chanced to spot a little frog a'looking up at me.
He climbed onto a lilly pad and hopped up on a log!
Not everyday one gets to see a climbing, hoppy frog.
At first he looked so very sad but then I saw him grin.
I reached right down to tickle him but frogs don't have no chin.
And so I bade him fond farewell, I must be on my way,
I'll see you if I chance to pass this pond again someday! by - Jim