Where’s Southern Hospitality?

Up and at it early this morning and managed to get in some fire ants before 0700.
Got a fresh (skint) pork picnic in the oven that was started last night @ 1900. That is 12 hours @ 325° and so tender the bone will pull out very easily. A fresh pork picnic @ 77¢ lb is hard to beat if you eat the poke meat.
Had lunch with old buddy Dufus here a while back; he was surprised that I had broke down and finally got cable for the television after all these years. He called me a tight old wind and said I was as tight as his dad.
One must admit by having the high dollar cable the food network shows are worth their time. Know what E V O O is? That’s what Rachel Ray calls extra virgin olive oil and she uses it frequently.
Been on the road a lot lately and happened to pick up Paul Harvey one morning. He is a very interesting fellow to listen to and has a few words of wisdom at times; he’s also funny.
He mentioned something about this church getting its hand dryer torn off the wall. After it was replaced by an electric hot air machine, somebody wrote on front of the machine: “For a sample of today’s sermon, press this button.”

Got invited to the Chamber of Commerce across the river last week to hear Congressman Ted Poe. Anything for a free meal where they use real napkins and the food was prepared by the San Jacinto College Culinary Department.
After nearly 30 years living here in the same ole house on Goose Creek, the Mrs. made a statement that she would like to move because of the neighbor on one side.
At times there appear to be numerous persons staying in the house with as many cars outside double and triple parked in the street.
They do not mind throwing trash out of their cars which usually blows into our yard.
This subdivision has deed restrictions and at one time or another, this neighbor is violating them from grass growing in the driveway, trash cans out front, not mowing, to keeping a mop bucket and mop out front of his fence.
Their hours and ours are different on weekends as we go to bed before sunup. Not these people. Seems like it is party time each weekend or something.
If I catch the one who is dumping his ashtray out onto the street, he will be confronted, just hope it will do some good.
Don’t want to move, we were here first and don’t relish the thought of a house payment by moving.
Told the Mrs. I’m keeping mine locked and loaded, ain’t moving. Guess the neighbor don’t know southern hospitality or common courtesy.