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Word of the Day
rrammfcitktturjsp:
To All,
Okay foks time to get serious again. Here's the word of the day.
Enjoy.
"grok \GROCK\ verb
: to understand profoundly and intuitively
Example sentence:
No matter how many times I try to explain it, my grandmother just can't grok what a blog is and why anyone would want to read one.
Did you know?
"Grok" may be the only English word that derives from Martian. Yes, we do mean the language of the planet Mars. No, we're not getting spacey; we've just ventured into the realm of science fiction. "Grok" was introduced in Robert A. Heinlein's 1961 science fiction novel Stranger in a Strange Land. The book's main character, Valentine Michael Smith, is a Martian-raised human who comes to earth as an adult, bringing with him words from his native tongue and a unique perspective on the strange, strange ways of earthlings. "Grok" was quickly adopted by the youth culture of America and has since peppered the vernacular of those who grok it, from the hippies of the '60s to the computerniks of the '90s."
Enjoy peoples.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
longhorn:
Word of the day: "Grok"
True Story: ;)
Twice a year here on Longhorn ranch the bottom 20 acres of the meddow which is some of the best costal bermuda in Texas, is cut and baled for the winter hay for all the livestock. Well, last year with the drought I could only get one cutting, and to compensate I was forced to let the bermuda grass grow about a foot 1/2 taller than normal to be sure and get the most out of this one cutting.
Now just a tid bit of farming info for all you city folks, usally when make the first cut for hay, the costal bermuda stands about 2 1/2 to 3 feet tall. But because I had to let it grow a foot and 1/2 taller last summer, the bermuda meadow was dang near (let's see here...2 1/2 ft plus the added 1 foot and a 1/2) made exactlly 1/2 + 2- the 1/2, carry the 1 foot divided by the 1/2 = #$@&, Oh well, I think mabey theres some of them Mathmatical brain smart people that went to that Technilogical school up in that waste land around Lubbock that can figure this here equation out,,,,anyway, the bermuda was dang near chest high.
Best I can remember, it was a Friday afternoon late (about 4:30) cause I remember I was getting all spiffied up to go a courting with my neighbor and bet gal Lula Allmen, when I hear my old bird dog cleo raising the biggest fit Id ever seen. I raced to the front door and peeked out the window and sure enough here come the Sherriff of Titus county Joe "Bunk" Buford speeding towards the farm.
With all kinds of thoughts filling my head (well not too many) out of nowhere I remembered that I had forgot to show up for jury duty the previous week, and old sherriff Buford was probably fixing to let me have it. Not wanting to be late for my date with Lula, I come up with one of my greatest ideas ever. I decided I would just sneek out the back and hide in my other house (Out House).
Sure enough, worked like a charm. After a couple minutes old Sherriff Buford "Bunk", got tired of old cleos barking, and through a knot hole in the out house door I see old Sherriff Buford drive away. While I was in there I figure what the heck, so I finish my business and run back into the house, splash on some of that exspensive smelling good stuff, "High Karate" I think is what they call it, and off to Lula's I go.
I get to Lula's and after honking the truck horn for what seemed like 20 minutes, Lula comes out in the most beautiful flowerdy ankle length dress Id ever seen. Off we go, I got a crisp 5$ bill in my pocket, a fresh pouch of Red Man chewing tabacco, and the prettiest gal in two counties ridding in Old Bettsy ( my pick-up truck), don't tell me you city folks dont name your trucks, life is good again.
Well, with Lula and myself both being Bible believing, God fearing, Baptised in Holy water,faithfull tithing, laying on of hands, speaking in tongues,free will acceptors of Christ, Christians, when ever Lula and me go a courting( that means on a date for yall city slicks) Lula always sits on the very far side of the truck. You know, we dont want folks in town thinking there's any "Handsy Pansy, Hanky panky going on while Im driving.
Anyway, the old dirt road that runs from Lula's house and leads to the main service road, just so happens to run right by the back portion of Longhorn ranch which is the costal bermuda meadow. after much encouragment, I convince Lula to roll down the truck window and take in a breath of the freshest air on planet earth. Nothing smells quite like a mixture of chest high costal bermuda that has been fertelized with chicken manure.
After about 30 seconds of that nonsence, Lula was just about to roll the window up when she yells at me Longhorn, STOP THE TRUCK.. Well I slammed on the brakes and after 30 feet or so we come to a grinding halt( p.s. note to self, replace brake pads on old Bettsy). Anyway, I yell at Lula, "What in tarnashing is wrong with you"? She says to me didn't you hear that? And I says, all I heard was you sreaming over my favorite song on the radio (George Jones #1 country hit) He stopped loving her today.
Lula says no, listen. And sure enough about 5 seconds later, silence is broken with the sound of shot gun blast, comming from the middle of the chest high bermuda. Now everyone knows old Longhorn is an animal lover and hunting on the ranch by anyone is a NO NO. Anyway, we get out of the truck and crawl through the barbed wire fence, Lula goes first, and we slowly edge our way through the chest high bermuda to the sound of the gun blast. Trying to act brave I yell, " You better show youself or im sending in my killer pit bulldog.
Anyways, I nudge old Lula and tell her to do her impression of a old "Bloodhound" barking. Trust me, Lula should be on that show "Star search" or whatever the heck it is cause Lula sounds just like an old bloodhound ready for the kill. Not 20 seconds into her impression, and up pops two heads, one familiar one, that being Old Sherriff "Bunk" Buford, and the other being a complete stranger. Old "Bunk" yells at me Call off your dog Longhorn.
Sherriff Buford wades through the bermuda and with sweat dripping off his forhead he sees Lula and knows right away there wernt no real dog fixing to get em, they had just been snookered(thats a fancy word for fooled). Anyways, he says to me Longhorn, I know you dont like nobody hunting on your property, but I came by your house and you didnt answer. But listen he says, first of all this guy with me couldnt hit a bull in the butt with a bass fidle, so you didnt have to worry about him killing any rabbitts, and second, this guy with me is a Nephew of one of the most famous Movie stars in the history of show business.
I said Bunk, there is only one truely famous person alive and that is Mack Brown, Head coach for the greatest college football team in america, that being the TEXAS LONGHORNS. I look back to where the still trembling rather handsome feller is standing and I said, "Bunk" here tells your the Nephew of the most famous Movie star ever. He says to me yes sir I am. With a smirk on my face I asked him, Well who the heck is your uncle and MOST FAMOUS movie star. He said "why sir, His name is............ "GROK HUDSON"......... and then it rained.
Longhorn
rrammfcitktturjsp:
Longhorn,
Hah, you are so funny.
Well when it comes down to the equation I do not know if I can figure that out. I constantly get teased becuase I cannot do arithmetic. I only do algebra 1 and higher. <grins> So I guess you are on your own with that equation.
Sincerely,
Anne C. McGuire
Deborah-Leigh:
That is so great Longhorn!...You have such a colorful way of writing.
Here in Africa we have a bird called the Are-di-dah.....well that is how the name is pronounced. Do not ask me how to spell it. :D....My computer is better at spelling than I am! Any way….for years I have been able to impersonate the voices of certain animals….and beasts too….I am able to impersonate the cry of the Are-di-dah very well that they talk back to me. :D
The African folks here….well they do not tell me what they think, :D their eyes nearly fall out of their heads and their grins contradict their faces when ever I have been caught having a conversation with these very large grey and purple stork like creatures. They really are quite beautiful in a strange almost prehistoric kind of way....the birds that is....
When I hear them calling from far off, I can call them and they respond by flyingover the thatch roof tops at my home. You can hear the woosh woo-sh of their great wings as thy fly down close to see who is talking. When they see it is me, :o well….the lookthey get is like the look I see on the African faces who catch me out :D…..then they are gone. ;D I have never been able to ask them what they think but they always keep coming back for more!..... :D..There are not any pigs where I live but I can talk to them too. I once spole to a cow and it got such a fright it turned on one hoof and hight tailed out of the paddock! Ihave never laughted so much in my life.... ;D...I do not know WHAT I SAID!.... ;D..BUT THE COW DID!....
I enjoy your writing Longhorn ;D….Lulu looked a picture in her pretty dress! And I will always be coming back for more of your lovely humerous and uplifting stories......because when I read them... then the sun shines....!
Peace to you bro’
Arcturus :)
iris:
Hi Longhorn,
That was a great story...and funny too!!! ;D ;D ;D
Iris
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