Check out wikipedia regarding J.K. Rowling. She is worth 1 billion dollars! All this for writing young adult fiction.
Here are some ideas I had for spin off books.
I know there are other funny ones but it’s too early in the morning.
Transformers was an action packed movie. I can’t remember the plot or the characters. All I know is I saw cars and trucks speeding towards each other in a galactic game of chicken at at the last moment changing into giant robots and kicking the crap out of each other.
Only one thing was missing from the movie. Dinobots.
Here are my ribs from a Cookoff I attended over the 4th of July break. Out of 20 chefs I came in 5th. My goal was to break the top 10 so I was pretty pleased. I think I am finally starting to figure out this bbq thing.
I think I found my dream BBQ over at gator pit.
Here it is…
Call me crazy…I think I’m going through a life crisis. There is no way I can get this anytime soon but it is on the log range radar. I love the ridiculousness.
At my recent pig roast all this food was spread out for people to eat. The problem you ask? What do I do with all the left overs? Are they destined for coworkers bellies? slow death in the deep freeze? a quick blind toss in the garbage? a slow rot in the fridge?
I eat and eat and eat, but I can’t eat that much of the same stuff day after day. Hi-ho…I guess I will suffer the eats…I know I will miss them when they are gone.
Here are some shots I dug up from the family woodlot.
Nice eh? All photos were taken by me! Enjoy nature!
Originally uploaded by mburnham1973
I miss the old girl. The Weber Smokey Mountain pushed my Brinkmann into retirement.
I just have BBQ on the mind lately. Here is some more of my gear. This is a remote thermometer. You can see the probe for the smoker chamber and the probe you inject in the hunk of meat. All this and then you are wireless to monitor your temps!
They may have fancier ones now. Check your local BBQ store or here!
Add charcoal.
Add fire.
Add wood.
Add meat.
Wait 4-6 hours.
Eat.
I love BBQ.
Why is it that the second day after working out is more painful that the first day afterwards? Why does my body cry so much with muscle pain?
This feels like a punishment for being a lazy ass but then just makes me want to slip back into the lazy lifestyle.
Why so much pain? What did I do to deserve this pain? The pain motivated me to build a new weblog to make this post.
Oh the pain…
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