Wraslin and racin

Wraslin and racin.

Two southern thangs.

Some folks take this stuff a little to serious.

Unlike my childhood friends wraslin didn't do anything for me.I never watched it,the names of the wrasslers were unknow to me,I didn't walk around putting folks in wraslin holds and all that other stuff that goes on with wraslin.

Think I went to wraslin matches twice in my life at National Guard Armories.Once when somebody named Davy Crockett was at the armory in Roanoke,Alabama. I was three years old so most likely it wasn't my choice of entertainment at the time.Another time I went voluntarily when I was a teen just to get out of the house.

So I'm not a wraslin fan,period.

Racin is a different story.

That is where me and Daddy spent our weekends together at.It started at age thirteen ,me and Daddy traveling the roads of Georgia on Friday,Saturday and Sunday to the dirt tracks.

I have almost lost interest in racin since Daddy died but will watch one on TV.

But shut my mouth I'm going to tell you a secret.

Football,high school,college and pro sucks.It bores me to the point of I rather go outside and just watch grass grow.

Folks down here will  hurt you bad if you dis their team.I mean they will use all them wraslin holds they learn as a kid on you.

Really.

Silly bird

The OFH put up a new hummingbird feeder outside my window the other day.The old feeder had a leak so it was no good.

A hummingbird found it and has been feeding constantly every hour it seems.

Strange thing happened.

This morn I seen it hovering at my window looking in.I thought well this little creature is curious about me and in it's own way is giving thanks for the new feeder.

Then I figured out what it was doing.

On my window sill there is a orange butterfly solar powered flower that rocks back and forth.Guess the bird thought it was another source of food.

Silly little bird.