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Potatoes fried in bacon grease aren't really bad for you, are they?

A squadron of cicada killers is flying reconnaissance over my garden. Hummingbirds too. I need an air traffic control tower this time of year. Also...And It Stoned Me is one of my all time favorite summer tunes.

Did anyone catch the Death Cab set? (PS I hope E Sue is OK. )

Probably this piece Sarah, which was on the Marshall/Thile project Into The Cauldron: The "Goldberg" Variations is the last of a series of keyboard music Bach published under the title of Clavier

It was during Hummingbird, and you looked adorable. You knew the words, and your hair was perfect!

My good friend, Bob Smith, died a few days ago. He was a super model before there were super models. A beautiful man, inside and out. From the Kansas City Star: "After serving in World War II, he went to New York to become a clothing designer. Instead, the tall, handsome and innately elegant Smith became a top fashion model, spending much of the 1960s and

That would be very cool. My brother and his family have ridden part of that trail in NW Ohio. Oh, Johnny, thank you for that link! I will be savoring that lovely story for a long time.

Last summer they swam at Coney Island quite a bit. When I visited, Bethany googled Coney Island and Riverbend to research the fascinating agricultural and entertainment history of that area. Our interest was sparked by the story that I think you told me, about a guy who built a riverboat home, lived on the river for years, then used the materials from the boat to build a land home. We never did find that story, but many other interesting factoids about the area. Next time, you seriously should visit them.

Haha. Shaken, not stirred.

Iced coffee!

Yay! You were 1 minute from Bethany's house! Glad you guys had fun. We made the mummy joke quite a bit, Andrew.

Orgasmo salad of greens, cucumber, marinated grilled chicken breast, feta, dried cranberries, and maple almonds crushed with my mortar and pestle. Girard's White Balsamic Vinigarette.

I watched as the doctor scrubbed the asphalt from his flesh with a fingernail brush. Do note the stylee mullet.

Yes, and I'm sure that is the reason that Joshua decided at 9 to take Union Hill by skatebord at 40 miles and hour. He tells me all the time, "Chix diggit, mama."

Fooking brilliant!

Don't forget the Thile project, due out in September. Awesome stuff streaming from Thile's MySpace: Streaming magic. HOW TO GROW A WOMAN FROM THE GROUND 2006 -- It's a return to the roots for Nickel Creek mandolin god Chris Thile; with guests Chris Eldridge, Greg Garrison, Noam Pikelny and Gabe Witcher. Recorded live to a two-track tape to recreate bluegrass energy. Includes songs by Gillian Welch, The White Stripes, Jimmie Rodgers, The Strokes, Tom Brosseau, plus more of his own originals calling back to "Not All Who Wander Are Lost." With "Dead Leaves and the Dirty Ground," "Brakeman's

Well, I went home with the waitress The way I always do How was I to know She was with the Russians, too I was gambling in Havana I took a little risk Send lawyers, guns and money Dad, get me out of this I'm the innocent bystander Somehow I got stuck Between the rock and the hard place And I'm down on my luck And I'm down on my luck And I'm down on my luck Now I'm hiding in Honduras I'm a desperate man Send lawyers, guns and money The shit has hit the fan Send lawyers, guns and money... Happy birthday wheelco!

I'm so envious of Sam the Circus Dog.

Sarah's bad camp experience was with bunks that were sticky with sap and bad food, and she vowed never to go back. Oh Edie. I can hardly imagine. Bloody hell. Poor sweet baby. That makes me so sad. I hope Jake is OK.

Hey gersh! How's your vacation so far?

I'll tell you what's happening in Chicago this weekend...my son is in town, and I assure you, the city will never be the same. Today is my Friday, and to be honest, it feels like Friday too!

I took a nap late yesterday, fell asleep at 10, and slept in till 6:30. Running and swimming during the day makes this old lady tired. I want to nibble the sweet baby cheeks of those ElF progeny.

Also, I consider myself a bit of a cowgirl. At least I have requisite boots and hat, so this thread title gives me a little thrill. (All hat, no cattle.)