I’m a little bit behind on the blogs. (or maybe I should say I’m a big bit behind.) Remember Daddy used to say (after we got to be teenagers) that it looked like all our troubles were behind us… Well hips do run in our family but that is not what I am talking about today…I needed to add a few comments on the Kudzu remarks… It has occurred to me that we (here in the deep South) might just have the answer to the ever growing oil spill problem… As usual we Southerners use our ingenuity and creativity and good ole “get ur done” way of doing things to solve our own problems.. We of course move on something right away and not wait 2 months to address the problems… even if what we are trying doesn’t work… At least we try…
Now here is my plan… Taking into consideration that our greatest crop in all the South is the afore mentioned Kudzu.. A plant that can live anywhere, anytime, with or without water, in extreme heat or extreme cold, can attach itself to anything, and is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound and if left alone could take over entire towns, roads, cities, etc..
Now we are facing the strongest oil spill ever known to us… Here we have the greatest two things right here among us…. Now why couldn’t we harvest huge amounts of Kudzu and throw it into the Gulf and let it absorb all the spilled oil? It seems to devour everything it comes into contact with.. why not oil… Then we would suction it up onto waiting boats where we would run it through wringers and wring out the oil into barrels and then sell it to companies such as WD 40 and Oil of Olay and Old English Furn. Oil polish… and thousands of others… If we move on this real fast we might get the rights to the idea and make a lot of money . No need to stop the spill as we could just keep sopping it up and selling it… Wow…
Now one remark about Let there Be Light… I think there is a lot to be said about Genes… the two sisters have the same Genes… it seems that in a family the genes seem to repeat every other time a child is born… example…. Brother Teacher.. first born has not any gene whatsoever that I have (second born).. Then Sister Teacher (now deceased) third born… had more of the genes of the first born. Then fourth born Sister, Queen… has many of the same genes that I have. All that is to say… or as all the TV people say.. Having said that… or That being said, I too have always been afraid of bridges and have the same swimming skills as the Queen… Can’t swim unless the head is out of the water… can get where I’m going if it’s not too far away… can’t stand water in ears, nose or mouth or eyes.. This is the reason I couldn’t qualify for the Olympics in Swimming… we won’t go into the diving thing… not from a board or even the side of the pool… I bet the spoiled Queen is the same way.. I didn’t have dreams about the dreaded bridge thing… I just experienced a sensation of falling off into the water every time I rode over a bridge. Once in my life as a 7 year old child I had to walk across the Chunky river bridge… but that is a story for another time…It is too scary to tell without taking something to calm my nerves before relating it… Oh I am lucky to be alive… speaking of Lucky, that’s my cats name.
I have lots of things to tell about Lucky the cat and her best friend Rascal the dog… Can you see from reading this, that I like to ramble from one subject to another? That is the way that my brain works.
That’s why I call my blogs Ramblin, Ramblin, Ramblin
Now Queen… What do you have to add to this… (QUEEN SAYS I ALWAYS LOVE YOUR RAMBLINS!)
What do you think of the Kudzu plan… Better than what the people in charge are doing… ??
Lots of people buy WD40 …..
Think it over… TWO
TWO, you always have the best ideas.
ReplyDeleteAnd I don't recall ever hearing about Lucky the cat. I do remember the tabby cat that Davey would rename each week, my favorite being Aunt Jewel, but I don't recall Lucky. While I don't remember Rascal, I do remember Shag and Chase. Chase could catch a brick in her mouth and very graciously took a few hits from yellow jackets that time that Rusty unknowingly ran over a nest with his bike the summer he got the cast off his broken arm and broken leg. Mighty nice of 'ole Chase. Those yellow jackets chased us all the way back to the house and even stung you, I think. You'd just gotten back from playing tennis and got stung on the leg.
And now it has just occurred to me that perhaps genes can skip generations as well as siblings so I think I'll just go ramble along somewheres else.....