Wow, sure hope everyone had a fun and safe 4th of July I know we did! The only downer was that one of the Dragons could not make it due to back and leg problems, which meant we were shot a Knight as well. Bummer…maybe things will be back to normal after the end of July for all of us. 
I could
not get in the water, due to shoulder wounds from the second surgery, but I cheered them on from the shaded comfort of a canopy tent on the bank. We have found a wonderful little cove that is shielded from the frantic boat and wave-runners of the main Tennessee River channel. The little cove and surrounding forest has all the conveniences of home (see Gary off in the woods doing what a man has to do). 
However, there is no air conditioning like we enjoyed on the houseboat, but there was a steady little breeze and those that did get wet said it was chilly before drying off.
The hotdogs, slaw, sour kraut, onions, and mustard were delicious hot off the camping stove. Steve complained the entire time about not have any ketchup…says you cannot enjoy a hotdog without it! Where’s he from…Georgia?
If you looked around for something to eat, you had to look for Judy…she always had everything in her lap! Oh, those cookies sure were good – had not had any sweets in a long time!
The beer was cold and the Macanudos (and one Ashton) were very relaxing, while thinking about Bruno. I just sat back and listened to the banter of my wonderfully funny family. As Steve excused himself between my wife’s and my chair he said, “Watch your koozie.” Without hesitation my wife replies, “Oh, I didn’t know it was showing!”
Then there was the moment Gary thought he saw lightning, but it was my camera flash! I asked where he thought the best place to be was if a storm did come.
After taking another hit off his beer, he replied, “I’m staying right 
here next to the water. If I get hit, I can just roll over into the water and put myself out!”It goes on like this most of the time, but we did miss the antics of Neena who was home resting. She is the maharishi of puns and ribs when she is around.
Well, happy 4th again and for those of you that have to work the rest of the week…sorry!
10 comments:
Oh Mushy, you have the coolest of times - good friends, great food, idylic settings - sounds like heaven, my friend..
I want a Baked Lays bikini!
Too bad the shoulder prevented you from waterskiing, but I think you made the right choice. Best to let things heal before trying any more crazy stunts.
Glad you found a smooth place away from the wave runners and speed boats. It's terrible on the Tennessee River on holidays with all the folks that want to see how fast they can go. They don't take time to enjoy the scenery they are flying past.
I hope you are not in too much pain and you are getting a little motion back in the shoulder.
We don't have our houseboat any longer either. I always thought it would be nice to take a true cruse down the river in a house boat. The one we had was really cute, but it was so damp, my joints couldn't stand it.
We just have the pontoon and bass boat now.
Those dogs look yummy.
That's hilarious. You guys are a riot. And Ketchup on a dawg? What the hell? Ketchup is for fries man, damn. I'd a been sayin' "Where's the chili?" We thought about renting a boat and goin' out on the lake, but the local lakes are all way too full of rain water. All closed off. Rivers too. It's putting our tubing plans on hold, and that sucks big ones.
Oh, and tell yer wife she looks like she's got nice cookies.
Amazing how my name seems to "pop-up" when people are enjoying "bad-habits"!
Ya' reckon there just might be a connection between the two???
Actually, I'm quite flattered! When I read that you thought about ME over the weekend, I figured it was for the same reason that most others think about me---because they're sufferin' from bowel cramps....!
Ketchup on a dog? Bleh! Ketchup is for burgers and fries. Mustard is for dogs. That's just the way it IS.
Hi Mushy,
It's obviously a lot warmer there than it is here in Oz.
Hope the shoulder is holding up well.
Cheers
David
I have to support the other obsessive-compulsive readers of Germanic heritage, here. In my house, if someone came over and tried to put ketchup on their hot dog or brat, they would have likely lost a hand.
German men have a special relationship with their sausage.
I agree with my cuz wholeheartedly, but you guys know how to relaaaax nonetheless.
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