This is the Sunday in May when we honor the person most important in our lives; the one person responsible for giving us life and sustenance.
No, I don’t mean Prez. Obama. I’m referring to dear old Mother. The woman who bore you into this world and gave us unconditional love. This is for Mothers everywhere from loving sons and daughters who extend this Mother’s Day melody in their her honor.
The second Sunday of May was declared a national holiday by Woodrow Wilson in 1914 and has become the most popular day of the year having spread to other countries throughout the world. Among these are Denmark, Finland, Italy, Turkey, Australia, and Belgium. Various other countries celebrate the occasion on other days during the year.
And for all you “Mutha’s”…
Have a great Mother’s Day; whoever you are and wherever you’re from!
The Bucky has left the building.
- Bucky O’Hara
Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever. ~ Author Unknown
After repeated attempts to add some color to ” The Point of Knoll Return” out in my cactus garden, it was suggested by the “Chiefie” that I plant Marigolds. “Rabbits hate them.”
?????????????????? Where are the flowers?
So she says! I guess from the evidence of these photos that someone forgot to tell the rabbits. As a result I have decided to implement a policy of “scorched earth” to combat the little buggers. This will include the gophers, stray dogs and other critters attempting to denude my flower pots and other bedding plants.
AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Darn rabbits!
I will hunt them down like a dog. There will be no safe haven. “Prepare to meet they maker!”
Join me in a little song and dance called “Kill da Wabbit.”
Ladies and Gents; Bucky has left the building!
Kurt Vonnegut:
If people think that nature is their friend, then they sure don’t need an enemy.
March 15, 2009
A year passes so quickly. It was a wonderful day. The weather was very cooperative for a March day in Chicago. There were so many happy moments filled with handshakes, hugs and kisses as two families gathered together. Many expressions of love were exchanged. A beautiful ceremony was followed by food and drink and festive dancing. All too soon it was over. And I’d trade everyday from that one forward just to have the opportunity to do it all over again.
bocaj dna refinnej HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, KIDS!
Hugh loves ya!
Barbara De Angelis: Marriage is not a noun; it’s a verb. It isn’t something you get. It’s something you do. It’s the way you love your partner every day.
It looks like Paul Bunyan has gotten his comeuppance. I found this photo after Mr. Bucky had posted his tale of woe. Perhaps it should have been called a “tail of whoa.” I went to the trouble (just for you people) to get a statement from the aggrieved Ox. So here in her own words is Babe’s story. I got it straight from the horse’s mouth.
“Paul began to take advantage of my vulnerability from a very early age. I have since learned that this is the way with most abusers. There were so many years under his control that I felt I would never be able to have a normal relationship with a “real ox.” There would be no “Home on the Range” or sod covered cottage for this Beast of Burden. There would be no family to raise, no possibilty of grandchildren to comfort me in my old age. Not even a career of my own”
“Yesterday, as I saw Paul approaching with that evil grin of his, I just flipped. Enough was enough! After having contracted several STDs over the years that left me barren, I snapped. I gave that S.O.B. exactly what he had coming. It was time that I stood up for myself and the experience was truly liberating.”
“Angelina has told me about an orphaned baby Water Buffalo from Vietnam and I’m considering adoption.”
Services for Paul will be held on Tuesday at 2:00 P.M. at Park Lawn Cemetery. The only ones who will be there are those who wish to spit on his grave. Burn in Hell, Paul Bunyan you dirty @##&**$!!!!”
Babe needed to be consoled, so we ended up spending the night together. All I will say is that she is quite a vixen.
Joe Mama says –
“When the trumpet sounds, I’ll be in the crapper.”
After watching a program about the “Underwear Bomber” who attempted to blow up an airliner over Detroit on Christmas day, I woke up thinking about his connection to Yemen. Exactly! Yeah, man, that’s where the terrorist group Al Qaeda is gaining a new stronghold. Then I thought, Oh, man! What if they spread over the border to Oman? Then I concluded that hey, Man; if we don’t resolve our differences the Earth could become a land for No man.
So, I’ve decided I’ll just hop on my Harley and go for a ride, real slow, man.
“Joe Mama” says:
Remember, he who feasts with the Devil must have a long spoon.
I’ve had my cowboy coffee, Hon. Let me pull on these boots and grab my hat and head out toward town. Today’s the day of the Tucson Rodeo and Parade.
The Rodeo Song was a juke box favorite at local watering holes about 30 years ago.
It’s time to enjoy a good ol’ western tradition. No, I don’t mean rustling cattle or hanging horse thieves. I’m talking about the RODEO!
Buffalo Soldiers - Photo courtesy of Peg Price
The Tucson Rodeo and La Fiesta de los Vaqueros is going on now. The annual parade is on Thursday February 25th this year. That’s today! Known as the World’s Longest Non-motorized Parade it dates back to 1925. These photos of horses and costumed riders show just part of its spectacle. It owes its origin to a group of local businessmen that included both cattleman, car dealer and Architect among them. Fredric Leighton Kramer, who is recognized as the event’s founder, had recently purchased ranch land NE of Tucson and wanted to stage an event to attract Winter visitors to the town. After collaborating with local ranches and cowboys the Tucson Rodeo and Parade were born. I clipped this straight from the official website to give you an idea of what the “Old Pueblo” was about back 85 years ago. Tombstone may be the “Town too tough to die”, but Tuscon is a town that knows how to LIVE.
Headline in the Arizona Daily Star in 1925 reads: “Cowboys are asked not to shoot up the town” Tucson in 1925 was a frontier town: The first Tucson Rodeo was held in the middle of Prohibition. With so many visitors expected, decisions were made to clean up the town. Arizona State Prohibition Director Frank Pool led a force of federal officials to town two weeks prior to the rodeo. The Arizona Daily Star reported that 25 stills were captured and an estimated 300 gallons of moonshine destroyed. T-bone steaks sold for .27 a pound. A Stetson hat cost $8. Prizes at the 1925 Rodeo Parade included a 750-lb. block of ice, 100 lbs. of potatoes and a “Big Cactus” ham.
Miss Rodeo Arizona - photo courtesy of Peg Price
Rodeo emphasizes its image as rooted in western folklore and being a uniquely American creation. It in fact derives from the working practices of the Spanish ranchers and their Vaqueros (Mexican ranch hands) and is a combination of bull fighting and cattle wrangling dating back to the 16th century conquistadors. Over the decades the rodeo has become an inseperable part of western identity that is now genuinely an American tradition. The long succession of Champions that have been crowned results in a rich proud history for the sport.
If you come to Tucson this weekend then plan to attend the Rodeo and other events. There will be music, dancing, food and much, much more. Don’t miss it!
Tell me your Rodeo story, leave a comment or send an email to AskHugh@hughcares.net.
Sincerely yours,
Hugh “Sagebrush” Betcha
Edward Gibbon: I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know no way of judging of the future but by the past.
Oh, Brother. What is this world coming to when the Late Night Hosts become the topic of their own monologues? It makes me long for Jack Paar (yes, he once hosted the Tonight Show) or the more cerebral Dick Cavett.
The latest news is that Conan is getting $45M to say adieu. How sad; for the rest of us who just get a pink slip when terminated.
Here’s my take on late night TV.
Conan, you are getting a Gumby thing going with that hair style. See you on FOX. That’s where you probably belong.
Jay, welcome back. Now we can all go back to sleep.
David, that’s about enough with the sexual harassment. Lay off the Viagra.
Craig, you are one whacky Scot. I tuned in initially because I mistook your name for Colin Ferguson who shot up the Long Island Railroad back in the 90s. I was curious about how tou got your own show.
Jimmy Kimmel, you shouldn’t have abandon Adam like that. Then again, maybe that was what the “Man Show” was all about.
The other Jimmy, ha ha, I’m not up late often enough to appreciate your humor.
George Lopez, lay-off the “Gringos.”
When I was up late in the old days I preferred to watch a Late Movie. Remember when we enjoyed the talents of Fred Astaire. Watch the following and see what I mean.
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