The Business Courier is telling us. . .
Construction delays are holding up the opening of Toby Keith’s I Love This Bar & Grill at Cincinnati’s Banks riverfront development.
WLWT.com reports that the honky tonk won’t open as originally planned in December. A post on the company’s Facebook page said construction delays meant the restaurant hasn’t yet been able to get the inspections it needs to open.
I can’t help but remember Keith’s objection to Natalie Maines of the Dixie Chicks opinion on the War in Iraq and her views on our war criminal president at the time. You know who I’m talking about.
I’m sure you recall all that “shut up and sing” crap forced on Natalie and the chicks. Country radio stood behind Keith and stopped playing Dixie Chicks music.
It all got pretty ugly.
I guess at this point, it’s water under the bridge but I can’t help but wonder when Keith’s restaurant in Cincinnati does open and if a customer objects to a meal that they order that isn’t very good, will the person serving that meal tell the customer to just “shut up and eat?”
Maybe I’m being silly, but freedom of speech in this country applies to everything—from opinions on war to even how well a chicken sandwich is prepared.
(Photo from the Associated Press)
I had a doctor’s appointment a few days ago at three in the afternoon. I always get nervous and anxious about these things and let me tell you that the doctors don’t make these tense feelings any better.
Most doctors I’ve had over the years I have liked, but they all have one thing in common: That damn waiting room
On this last visit, I got there a little before three. I got in for my three o’clock appointment at four thirty—an hour and a half late. Waiting all that time made me even tenser.
Of course after I’m finally called back, there’s more waiting in that little room. It’s always the old “Hurry up and wait” bit.
On the way back home, I decided that from this point on, I’m going to make my doctor appointments for first thing in the morning, going to be the first patient scheduled. I mean if a bank is supposed to be open at nine, wouldn’t a doctor’s office have the same approach?
I’m going to find out. I’ll keep you posted.
(Photo from Google)
I can’t remember the last time I went out for New Year’s Eve. Probably for the past ten years or so, I just stay home. Sure, I drink a little bit but that has nothing to do with the New Year. That’s just something I do anyway and when my clock hits midnight, I usually don’t know it. I’m usually asleep. Yes, I’m a stick in the mud.
But this isn’t about me. It’s about you. I have a few questions.
Will you go out on New Year’s Eve? Will you drink? Will you drink too much? Will you stay up to see the New Year in?
Answer as many questions as you would like or tell me something else. I may be a stick in the mud, but I’m easy to get along with.
(Image found on Google)
The year was 1974. I was in my second year of college. Over at a friend’s house on a Friday night smoking grass, he knew I was a Linda Ronstadt fan. I had her “Don’t Cry Now” album and I played it over and over for him.
He told me that on Monday night, WEBN was going to feature her new album, “Heart like a Wheel,” playing every track. That’s what WEBN did back in the old days—playing new albums in total without commercials interfering with the music.
I listened on that Monday night back in 1974 and the following morning, cut class and went out and bought the album. Stoned again, I played it all day.
I’ll never get those old days back but my ears are still good when it comes to music that never grows old.
Here’s Linda performing that title track from that wonderful album. Hey, at least it ain’t Christmas music.
Christmas, for me, means spending time with family and friends, but Christmas can be any day you want it to be. It can be in February, April, August, October—I think you get the idea.
I’ll be getting together with family and friends the day after that date on the calendar. I’m looking forward to it.
As far as December 25, I’ll be spending that day with the Sopranos. I’m a little late on finding out how great this show is and thanks to my son, I have every show to watch on my computer and I’m totally hooked on this show.
I’m on season three. Please don’t comment on how things end up. I want to find out for myself.
I hope tomorrow is whatever you want it to be.
(Photo from HBO)
I live in Kentucky now. In case you don’t know what Kentucky looks like, there it is in red on the map.
Somehow I always knew I would end up living in Kentucky. I can’t say I know a lot about the Bluegrass State—I mean the grass looks green to me—but I can learn.
I’ve lived in three states. I spent my childhood in Indiana, spent most of my adult life in Ohio and now I’m ready to go through my second childhood in Kentucky. I’m kind of an old fart.
Speaking of being old, I got my State I.D. a few days ago. I’m no longer driving, so I don’t need a driver’s license. I don’t even care about not driving anymore. I don’t have the patience for it.
At the license bureau, the lady said “This looks just like a driver’s license.”
“Great,” I replied. “Now I can drive illegally.”
My guess is I won’t be doing that, but when one goes through their second childhood, one never knows.
(Graphic found on Google)
Here it is the first day of winter and I’ve got a few winter thoughts rattling around in my head.
When it comes to snow, I like it or I hate it. The word love never enters the picture. If I have plenty of food, enough smokes and enough to drink and don’t have to go out and get any of this stuff while the snow is falling down, I’m happy to look out my window and watch it snow.
While we’re on the subject of snow, I like it to be white. I know exactly what yellow snow is.
I’m not a fan of cold weather. I don’t care if it’s 16 degrees outside or minus 16 degrees. Cold is cold.
High winds with snow and the cold is a damn nightmare. To me this is hell. Give me the fires of hell over this stuff any old time.
Don’t get me started on ice or freezing rain.
Oatmeal always tastes better in the winter.
I like winter clothes better than any other season, mainly because winter clothes have more pockets.
I figure when the month of February is over, and February is a short month, winter is basically done. I don’t care if we get 39 inches of snow in March. At least the end of winter is in sight.
Those are a few of my winter thoughts. If you have some, feel free to share.
(Photo from pics.com)
Yes, the image over to the left is fake snow but it’s not falling down from a fake sky on this blog. Let me explain.
This blog is generated by WordPress and every year around this time, they offer a widget that allows fake snow to fall down from a fake sky as you view this blog on your computer monitor. It’s free of charge but I never mess with it.
Watching those fake flakes falling from my computer monitor makes me think my eyes are going bad. Actually they are going bad but I don’t need to be reminded of it.
I don’t like fake snow anywhere. I don’t care for the real stuff either when I have to go out in it. I like the real stuff just find when I can watch it comd down from the real sky from my real window.
I wouldn’t mind watching snow fall while eating a piece of banana cake, but so far, none of you have baked me any.
(Fake snow found on Google)
Growing up in Southern Indiana, I had an Aunt Bessie that would bring over banana cake on most of her visits. It tasted so good and lately I’m been thinking of that cake. I even did a Google search to find out how to make it. Here it is.
• 3/4 cup butter, softened
• 2 cups sugar
• 3 eggs
• 1-1/2 cups mashed ripe bananas (about 3 medium)
• 1-1/2 teaspoons Spice Islands® pure vanilla extract
• 3 cups all-purpose flour
• 1-1/2 teaspoons baking powder
• 1-1/2 teaspoons baking soda
• 3/4 teaspoon salt
• 1 cup buttermilk
• 6 tablespoons peanut butter
• 3 tablespoons butter, softened
• 5-1/4 cups confectioners’ sugar
• 8 to 10 tablespoons 2% milk
• Peanut halves, optional
• In a large bowl, cream butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. Beat in bananas and vanilla. Combine the flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt; add to creamed mixture alternately with buttermilk, beating well after each addition.
• Pour into three greased and floured 9-in. round baking pans. Bake at 350° for 25-30 minutes or until a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. Cool for 10 minutes before removing from pans to wire racks to cool completely.
• For frosting, in a large bowl, beat the peanut butter and butter until smooth. Beat in confectioners’ sugar and enough milk to achieve spreading consistency. Frost between layers and over top and sides of cake. Garnish with peanuts if desired. Yield: 14 servings.
So there you go. Whoever is the first to arrive with a banana cake will get my sincere thank you. You can even take a piece back home with you.
Hey, I did the hard part. I did the Google search.
(Photo of banana cake found while doing that Google search)
As an aging adult, one of my new routines in the morning is blowing my nose which is always stopped up. As I blow my nose for the 20th time this morning, I’m thinking of something I want to add to my Christmas list.
I’m adding to that list a toilet paper dispenser that I’m going to have attached to my desk. I often just use toilet paper to blow my nose and this constant going to the bathroom to grab some off the roll is becoming annoying.
My son can help me install it. I think he has a drill.
(Image found on Google)