The Damn Dust Bowl

I gotta write this fast because my pigs are out of food and so are the chickens and I also need to get my darn self to a baseball game.  Ah, life it's so full.  Hey!  Aren't you proud of me for not mentioning baseball on this blog?  Consider this your safe haven from all things sports related.  Yes, I love you too and you're welcome.

I'm reading Timothy Eagan's book The Worst Hard Time.  If you ever wanted to know how the Dust Bowl came about Eagan's book is an excellent source.  I keep looking out at the wind swept prairie next to my house amazed that man could do so much harm in such a small amount of time.

Completely unrelated to my reading,  I've taken to saying, "Damn"  about nearly everything in my garden.

Damn corn.

Damn potatoes.

Damn bugs.

I'm no damn farmer!

And it's okay for me to say damn and not feel bad, because it's in the Bible.  Those are my rules.  You are welcome to use them and take credit for them, but really God is the author not me.

So, I gotta run and get some damn cracked corn for my damn pigs and then get to another damn baseball game.

OH!!!  WAIT A GARSH DARN SECOND!  I finished my damn dining room walls!  Yes I did!  Cue the chorus.  I tell you what, it's the most beautiful room in the whole damn house.

Okay, gotta run.  I love the hell outta all of ya.  Damn I'm funny.