Picture Monday

Hello, all you Mondayers. All you people who haven't acroed. OK, OK, it's not your fault, really, I went and changed the day on you. So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to leave acro open until its original time, 10pm est on Tuesday night. Just remember, though, acrochallenge is below you, below Picture Monday, so if you're still interested in playing, just head down the page, after you've read this current entry, of course. If you go without reading you shall be disqualified, and, yes, I know who you'll be. I'm very good that way.

But let's get right to the pictures. It should be no surprise to any of you - mainly because I mentioned it right here, but also because it seems to be my main hobby lately - on Friday I went to see the one and only Hackensaw Boys. Went to see them in C'ville, VA, which happens to be their hometown, so I was expecting good things from my fellers. And I was not disappointed.

For this trip it was me, Mr M, and our buddy ESP. And I have a very special shout-out tonight to ESP. Because she did something wonderful.

See, in all my times seeing The Boys (not to be confused with The Boys, the cartoon characters who live with me), I've stood around, foot-tapping and bouncing around. But oh, how I've watched those younger people dancing, spinning, grooving, and having all manners of fun. And oh, how I've wanted to join in. But I never would. Because I'm me, the pod who thinks that if she joins in the dancing someone will look at her and say, "Geezus, what an idiot."

So about three songs into the show, ESP came up behind me and asked me why I wasn't dancing. My reply was that I didn't have anyone to dance with and she said, "Well, I'll dance with you." And so we danced. And danced. And danced and danced and danced, for the whole rest of the show, grooving and stomping and hoeing down in general. We even danced a waltz! (And a lovely waltz it was, E.) I had a complete blast, and it was without a doubt the most fun time I've ever had seeing The Hackensaws.

After the show Mr M came over to us (he does not hoe down), and said to me, "I don't think I've ever been so impressed by you." Also, Mr M's knee was in general pain and disarray most of the afternoon, and I'm convinced that The Hackensaws' version of "Gospel Plow" healed his knee. It got better.

Now, I know you've seen these fellows to death, but you've seen them with me or Sherman tagging along in the picture. How about a few action shots? (Hear me? Action shots!) (Sorry, that joke never gets old.)



Check out that cutie-pie Baby J, getting into it.

Oh, wait! That's an incomplete picture! It's incomplete because Mahlon isn't in the picture. That must be rectified.



Ahhh, that's better. That's like getting a picture of The Beatles without Paul.

And of course, Sherman had a lovely time, because he was in my bag and as I danced all over creation he in essence danced as well. He came out occasionally though, to join the fun. Here he's saying, "Check out these guys! They're good!"



But then he got to fulfill his lifelong dream. Yes, here is Sherman onstage with The Hackensaw Boys!



He fiddled along to "Nashville."

And so, things ended all too quickly, and we headed back through town (the concert was right in the middle of C'ville) to our car, and I seemed to have no knees or ankles. I'd fretted about wearing my least comfortable walking shoes, shoes with support something akin to wearing two pieces of cardboard strapped to my feet. Little did I know I'd be going crazy on croncrete all that time. When I went to bed I thought, "Damn, I'll be crawling around the house tomorrow trying to get my clothes on." But lo and behold, I felt great Saturday morning. So I guess The Hackensaws healed my knees and ankles with "Gospel Plow" as well, by delayed reaction.

And we all had a fine old time.

And then - depression set in. Well, not depression, but as you read yesterday I had a bit of a worrying time in the recipe du jour department. Two days in the making, this recipe was, people! Give me some props here!

LilyG suggested I come up with a recipe for "Tuna Surprise." Now, I gave that a lot of thought because there's no end to the ideas you could wrap around that dish. Here's what I came up with. Yes, from the "Fun Requests" file in recipeland, say hello to "Jell-O Tuna Salad Extravaganza."



The surprise in this tuna surprise? Well, the big surprise is that it's all the ingredients of tuna salad - tuna, celery, carrots, some basil leaves, and a small packet of mayonnaise - congealed in lemon Jell-O. I'm so proud of this picture. It looks closest to anything the recipe card people of old ever presented. I topped my salad with some barbecued dry roasted peanuts, the barbecue being another surprise, and surrounded it with lettuce.

I guess the other surprise, well, if you wanted to make a game of things, you could say that the person who gets the packet of mayonnaise is the King of Tuna Day, and gets a prize. Like, oh, say, not to having to eat the salad.

The lucky person who got this helping is the King.



Happy week.

Betland's Olympic Update:
* Remember, if you want to play acro, head down one entry and acro away. You have till tomorrow at 10pm est.
* And don't forget our special Saturday night edition of the Hucklebug!