Yes, this was over 40 years ago, and the game has changed a lot in those years, but the game is still about will, and heart, and desire. It’s about taking people from diverse backgrounds and getting them to work as a team, to work for a common goal.
I have to say, this has been the most fun we have had as Bears fans in many years. The arrival of Matt Nagy in Chicago has been a
breath of fresh air. We were able to go to three of their games this season, which we have never done. We attended two games in Chicago (Patriots and Rams) and we made the six hour drive to for the game against the Bills and we had a great time at all of them. The tailgate scene in Chicago is fantastic and the fans in Buffalo were hilarious.
This guy does a good job of explaining wind chill and it’s affect on your vehicle.
Eggshell color does not change nutrients in the egg. The color of the shell is simply decoration and is determined by which breed of chicken you own.
A little known fact: You may be able to tell the shell color by the hen’s earlobe. Hens with white earlobes typically lay white or lightly tinted eggs. Hens with red earlobes most commonly lay brown eggs.
Info obtained from countrysidenetwork.com
We spent the afternoon at Tanglewood seeing Steve Martin and Martin Short. Plenty of laughs. After, we drove over to Camp Becket to relax by the lake. Summer is over and the sounds of youthful exuberance is gone with it. Calm, quite, and relaxing.
Peyton Manning is spending retirement learning new activities while making new friends — and enemies — at Sunset Acres Village.
“It’s 2 o’clock somewhere.”
We have been discussing doing this for years. After every funeral for a family member we would gather and say “You know, we need to get everyone together for something other than a funeral“. The family has expanded and many of the younger generation don’t even know who their cousins are. Hey, life goes on, people move; it just happens. Well this spring four of the cousins got together at a local watering hole and we finally set a date.
Mother nature didn’t look to be very helpful as we watched the forecasts all week, but once the party started the rain stopped and the sun peaked out from behind the clouds. Thanks to everyone who attended and thanks to cousin Bob Bassett for kicking us in the butt to finally do this. Hopefully we can carry it on at different locations.
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What a beautiful, quiet start to the day, coffee in hand, sitting on the porch swing. The birds are chirping and singing; the chickens are cackling, and Daisy is calmly taking it all in.
I have often been asked why we don’t move closer to my place of work, why drive the 500+ miles a week? It’s because I really like where we live. It’s mornings like this that make me smile and thank God that Linda and I were given the opportunity to purchase this land in 1987. The opportunity to change this plot of Earth from an empty field, to a home that we could raise our two children on.
That was the same hope men and women had when they started sailing to this continent many years ago. It was the same hope men and women had when they started west in covered wagons. They just wanted their own little spot on Earth to call home.