Viva Cristo Rey!

Reading a book the other night, I stumbled on Blessed Miguel Pro, a martyr for the faith. Regardless your beliefs, you have to admit, Fr. Pro was amazing. He was falsely accused of conspiring to assassinate Mexico's anti-Catholic President Calles. After praying, he blessed the firing squad then died with arms outstretched with a crucifix in one hand and a rosary in the other.

On Nov. 22, 1927, a man dressed in street clothes was led through a crowd of photographers and politicians on his way to a firing squad in Mexico City. The photographers were present for this illegal execution — there had been no trial or even formal charges — because the Mexican president, Plutarco Elias Calles, the most rabidly anti-Catholic leader in the world at the time, wanted them to record the humiliation of a man desperately pleading for his own life. Calles badly miscalculated. The man walked calmly to the place of his death, asked to be allowed to pray, and then, in a voice neither defiant nor desperate, intoned the words Viva Cristo Rey! — "Long Live Christ the King!"
Through photographs distributed worldwide, the Jesuit priest Miguel Augustin Pro thus became the most famous martyr in Mexico’s anti-Catholic revolution early in the twentieth century.
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This is the police photo taken the day of his execution.

Burlesque Chicken Commercial

Such a sweet song

Let's sing the chorus together!

Still I want kids
with safety bricks
And a car that's quick
So we can split

Holy Diet Coke!

My good buddy Twiggy brought me this great Jesus huggie (or is it koozie?). I love it! The more Jesus the better, I say! Thanks, Twigg.

Farmyard Symphony

Golden Eggs

Chicken in the rough

Chicken Little, 1943

Chicken A La King

I ain't so little!

A broken leghorn

I need to learn how to play the piano

Cooking with eggs

Soft Cover Moleskine

I had no idea Moleskines came with a soft cover now. So cool. 

Julius Carvel Bagwell

At Dad's the other day, we looked down and there it was. The plastic butt. The undeniable sign that Carvel was here!

Julius Carvel Bagwell, or JC as most everyone called him, my Uncle Carvel. What a guy. Legally blind but had no problem driving all over town if he wanted. He always carried a good supply of Tiparillo cigars in his shirt pocket. I am convinced if you dig in any spot of land at Dad's you will find a plastic butt.

Hay hauling day

This morning was our annual day to help my Dad get his hay for the year. Boy, do I hate working with hay. Very hot. Very hot. Very sweaty. Oh, and the countless comments from Daddy about "Well, it doesn't get this hot in your air conditioned office now does it!" He says it every year. I really dislike that comment but he is right, it never gets THAT hot in the office and I am grateful. I am spoiled by the air conditioning but I don't have a problem with that.

Dinner, the rooster I gave Daddy, was very interested in the whole

unloading process. He is such a good chicken. Very friendly. Notice his ball on his left foot. He got stepped on by a horse and it nearly cut his foot off. It is all healed now but still has this huge ball on it. He kind of limps.

Wyatt got a new sword

Wyatt/Slayer
Originally uploaded by Happy Kreg

Last Saturday my Dad wanted me to go over to Harbor Freight with him. On the way back, he took me in the Tool Man shop. What a dump but they had these great swords! Stainless blades! $9.95! I would have killed for a blade like this when I was his age. Just too cool!

Check these babies out!

Kny and Christie found these cool chicken fireworks! I had heard of the Hen Laying Egg but not the Cock Crowing at Dawn. I've got to get me some of these! 

Thanks for the pic.

Olivia comes to see Olivia and her sisters

Olivia was a little timid at first..

but then, she got over it.

And then, she chased her mother with Lydia. Oh, and Lydia doesn't have the bird flu! (goofy woman..)

Happy 4th!

Ahh, a gutter and smoke bombs!

Anna Kathryn and Emily

Vicki and Emily

Wyatt and a lady finger

My big stinking pile

One thing you will never find on this site are posts about what an expert I am. How my grand experiences and education have shown me a better way so that I feel the need to lead others in the right path. Rest assured, you won't find that sort of stuff here. I am NO expert. Today is another shining example.

About two months ago, after reading several articles on composting, I decided, "Man, that is such a cool idea! I'm going to start a compost pile!" "Ok, that is going to be a huge mound of stink!" Trudie said. I assured her I had read all about the subject and I was going to make "Gardener's Gold." How exciting!

Under the cover of night (I don't know why) I found some used shipping pallets at a construction site. I brought them home and followed some instructions I found online. It looked beautiful. Trudie hated it. You had to admit, it was an eye sore. But just think of the greatness it would produce.

Ok, today, it finally hit me. What had been stinking to high heaven for the past 3 days. At first I thought it was the HappyCoop I. It needed a good cleaning, so I got up this morning and scooped it out. No better. I found the source this afternoon. That damn pile of stink.

I ended up bagging the whole thing up and sitting it at the road for the garbage truck. What a stench! What a horrible stench! I even sprinkled Pine Sol on the ground where the pile had been to try and cut the smell it left. I hope all will be better in the morning.

I think from now own, I will just buy "Garden Gold" in a nice tidy bag.