Where Jim plays all day...

Brother Jim took me around at his job and showed me some of the equipment they use to work with concrete.


Mostly the cutting equipment was really interesting...

The blades looked like they could cut through anything... including your left leg.

He runs the maintenance shop, but he has even designed some equipment to help make their work easier and more productive.
He had such a mind for this stuff... he can watch a job performed one time, vision a better way to do it, and then produce the tool to make it happen. I can't imagine how the owner wouldn't love him to pieces... that would be invaluable!


Okay, this was just the cutest little forklift I have ever seen!

Royce and Summer... Katie too!

More visits yesterday... Royce and Katie, (and Summer the dog too)
(the first 3 pictures of us didn't turn out like this because both of them are so enamoured by this dog, they kept looking down to see if she was posing for the picture, that doesn't sound familiar at all, I have no idea what that would be like).
I have never seen anyone so in love, than Summer is with Royce and he with her! (hence the title Royce and Summer, and Katie too... he he he)


Although he is pretty proud of his new truck!

And I hear Summer is the only one who gets to eat in it!

I have memories of Royce from before I had memories... he is much more family than he is a friend. He looks great, and they both seem to be happy and doing really well. They live in Georgia and drove down to get some things touched up on his new truck and come see me!

As we work on our list of visits, we have gotten to some, but my Mom knows just about someone in every town between here and Georgia... so according to my calculations, it would take me 4 more pant sizes (the south is not very good on my waistline) to stay long enough to visit everyone she wants to see.

The only logical solution is to invite them all to Mama's birthday tomorrow and see them all at one time!
Mama would not know she didn't know them, and would think the entire State of SC had come for her birthday!
I am teasing my Mom of course... but in reality it is the only solution... he he he.

Bald Peanuts...

Boiled Peanuts!

Hot out of the kettle!
My SIL came to the south with my brother one year and we talked about finding boiled peanuts for days... when we finally found some, she read the sign and realized they were not "bald peanuts" like they sound when you say it with a southern drawl, but boiled peanuts.

She was even less impressed with the fact that they were soggy and salty... I guess it is an acquired taste. They are kind of the texture of baked potatoes inside when you break them open, but sucking the salt peanut juice out of the shell just before it runs down your arm is my favorite part.

My teenager being an almost exact mix between me and the strong silent mysterious man, will eat grits, but not boiled peanuts. It's all good, more for me!