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So what.

Can't write anything.

= Jennifer =

Causing considerable consternation
to many fine folk since 1957

Pepper and me ... Seattle 1962

  

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= Jenny the Pirate =

Hoist The Colors

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I am a Blue Star Mother

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Insist on yourself; never imitate.

Your own gift you can present

every moment

with the cumulative force

of a whole life’s cultivation;

but of the adopted talent of another

you have only an extemporaneous

half possession.

That which each can do best,

none but his Maker can teach him.

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Represent:

The Black Velvet Coat

In The Market, As It Were

 

 

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Contributor to

American Cemetery

published by Kates-Boylston

A Pistol With One Shot

Ecstatically shooting everything in sight using my beloved Nikon D3100 with AF-S DX Nikkor 18-55mm 1:3.5-5.6G VR kit lens and AF-S Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 G prime lens.

Also capturing outrageous beauty left and right with my Nikon D7000 blissfully married to my Nikkor 85mm f/1.4D AF prime glass. Don't be jeal.

And then there was the Nikon AF-S DX NIKKOR 18-200mm f:3.5-5.6G ED VR II zoom. We're done here.

Dying Is A Day Worth Living For

I am a taphophile

Word. Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Great things are happening at

Find A Grave

If you don't believe me, click the pics.

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Dying is a wild night

and a new road.

Emily Dickinson

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REMEMBRANCE

When I am gone

Please remember me

 As a heartfelt laugh,

 As a tenderness.

 Hold fast to the image of me

When my soul was on fire,

The light of love shining

Through my eyes.

Remember me when I was singing

And seemed to know my way.

Remember always

When we were together

And time stood still.

Remember most not what I did,

Or who I was;

Oh please remember me

For what I always desired to be:

A smile on the face of God.

David Robert Brooks
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 Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.

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Keep To The Code

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You Want To Find This
The Promise Of Redemption

Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not;

But have renounced the hidden things of dishonesty, not walking in craftiness, nor handling the word of God deceitfully; but by manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God.

But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost:

In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.

For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake.

For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.

We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;

Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;

Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.

For we which live are alway delivered unto death for Jesus' sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.

So then death worketh in us, but life in you.

We having the same spirit of faith, according as it is written, I BELIEVED, AND THEREFORE HAVE I SPOKEN; we also believe, and therefore speak;

Knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you.

For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.

For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.

For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;

While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.

II Corinthians 4

Freedom is a fragile thing and is never more than one generation away from extinction. It is not ours by inheritance; it must be fought for and defended constantly by each generation, for it comes only once to a people. Those who have known freedom and then lost it, have never known it again.

~ Ronald Reagan

Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Not Without My Effects

My Compass Works Fine

The Courage Of Our Hearts

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Daft Like Jack

 "I can name fingers and point names ..."

And We'll Sing It All The Time
  • Elements Series: Fire
    Elements Series: Fire
    by Peter Kater
  • Danny Wright Healer of Hearts
    Danny Wright Healer of Hearts
    by Danny Wright
  • Grace
    Grace
    Old World Records
  • The Hymns Collection (2 Disc Set)
    The Hymns Collection (2 Disc Set)
    Stone Angel Music, Inc.
  • Always Near - A Romantic Collection
    Always Near - A Romantic Collection
    Real Music
  • Copia
    Copia
    Temporary Residence Ltd.
  • The Poet: Romances for Cello
    The Poet: Romances for Cello
    Spring Hill Music
  • Nightfall
    Nightfall
    Narada Productions, Inc.
  • Rachmaninoff plays Rachmaninoff
    Rachmaninoff plays Rachmaninoff
    RCA
  • The Pity Party: A Mean-Spirited Diatribe Against Liberal Compassion
    The Pity Party: A Mean-Spirited Diatribe Against Liberal Compassion
    by William Voegeli
  • The Art of Memoir
    The Art of Memoir
    by Mary Karr
  • The Gorgeous Nothings: Emily Dickinson's Envelope Poems
    The Gorgeous Nothings: Emily Dickinson's Envelope Poems
    by Emily Dickinson
  • Among The Dead: My Years in The Port Mortuary
    Among The Dead: My Years in The Port Mortuary
    by John W. Harper
  • On Writing Well, 30th Anniversary Edition: The Classic Guide to Writing Nonfiction
    On Writing Well, 30th Anniversary Edition: The Classic Guide to Writing Nonfiction
    by William Zinsser
  • Green Hell: How Environmentalists Plan to Control Your Life and What You Can Do to Stop Them
    Green Hell: How Environmentalists Plan to Control Your Life and What You Can Do to Stop Them
    by Steven Milloy
  • The Amateur
    The Amateur
    by Edward Klein
  • Hating Jesus: The American Left's War on Christianity
    Hating Jesus: The American Left's War on Christianity
    by Matt Barber, Paul Hair
  • In Praise of Stay-at-Home Moms
    In Praise of Stay-at-Home Moms
    by Dr. Laura Schlessinger
  • Where Are They Buried (Revised and Updated): How Did They Die? Fitting Ends and Final Resting Places of the Famous, Infamous, and Noteworthy
    Where Are They Buried (Revised and Updated): How Did They Die? Fitting Ends and Final Resting Places of the Famous, Infamous, and Noteworthy
    by Tod Benoit
  • Bird Brains: The Intelligence of Crows, Ravens, Magpies, and Jays
    Bird Brains: The Intelligence of Crows, Ravens, Magpies, and Jays
    by Candace Savage
  • Gifts of the Crow: How Perception, Emotion, and Thought Allow Smart Birds to Behave Like Humans
    Gifts of the Crow: How Perception, Emotion, and Thought Allow Smart Birds to Behave Like Humans
    by John Marzluff Ph.D., Tony Angell
  • Righteous Indignation: Excuse Me While I Save the World!
    Righteous Indignation: Excuse Me While I Save the World!
    by Andrew Breitbart
  • 11 Principles of a Reagan Conservative
    11 Principles of a Reagan Conservative
    by Paul Kengor
  • Mind of the Raven: Investigations and Adventures with Wolf-Birds
    Mind of the Raven: Investigations and Adventures with Wolf-Birds
    by Bernd Heinrich
  • Talking Heads: The Vent Haven Portraits
    Talking Heads: The Vent Haven Portraits
    by Matthew Rolston
  • Mortuary Confidential: Undertakers Spill the Dirt
    Mortuary Confidential: Undertakers Spill the Dirt
    by Todd Harra, Ken McKenzie
  • America's Steadfast Dream
    America's Steadfast Dream
    by E. Merrill Root
  • Good Dog, Carl : A Classic Board Book
    Good Dog, Carl : A Classic Board Book
    by Alexandra Day
  • Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation
    Eats, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation
    by Lynne Truss
  • The American Way of Death Revisited
    The American Way of Death Revisited
    by Jessica Mitford
  • In Six Days : Why Fifty Scientists Choose to Believe in Creation
    In Six Days : Why Fifty Scientists Choose to Believe in Creation
    Master Books
  • Architects of Ruin: How big government liberals wrecked the global economy---and how they will do it again if no one stops them
    Architects of Ruin: How big government liberals wrecked the global economy---and how they will do it again if no one stops them
    by Peter Schweizer
  • Grave Influence: 21 Radicals and Their Worldviews That Rule America From the Grave
    Grave Influence: 21 Radicals and Their Worldviews That Rule America From the Grave
    by Brannon Howse
  • Lyrics of Sunshine and Shadow: The Tragic Courtship and Marriage of Paul Laurence Dunbar and Alice Ruth Moore
    Lyrics of Sunshine and Shadow: The Tragic Courtship and Marriage of Paul Laurence Dunbar and Alice Ruth Moore
    by Eleanor Alexander
Easy On The Goods
  • Waiting for
    Waiting for "Superman"
    starring Geoffrey Canada, Michelle Rhee
  • The Catered Affair (Remastered)
    The Catered Affair (Remastered)
    starring Bette Davis, Ernest Borgnine, Debbie Reynolds, Barry Fitzgerald, Rod Taylor
  • Bernie
    Bernie
    starring Jack Black, Shirley MacLaine, Matthew McConaughey
  • Remember the Night
    Remember the Night
    starring Barbara Stanwyck, Fred MacMurray, Beulah Bondi, Elizabeth Patterson, Sterling Holloway
  • The Ox-Bow Incident
    The Ox-Bow Incident
    starring Henry Fonda, Dana Andrews, Mary Beth Hughes, Anthony Quinn, William Eythe
  • The Bad Seed
    The Bad Seed
    starring Nancy Kelly, Patty McCormack, Henry Jones, Eileen Heckart, Evelyn Varden
  • Shadow of a Doubt
    Shadow of a Doubt
    starring Teresa Wright, Joseph Cotten, Macdonald Carey, Patricia Collinge, Henry Travers
  • The More The Merrier
    The More The Merrier
    starring Jean Arthur, Joel McCrea, Charles Coburn, Bruce Bennett, Ann Savage
  • Act of Valor
    Act of Valor
    starring Alex Veadov, Roselyn Sanchez, Nestor Serrano
  • Deep Water
    Deep Water
    starring Tilda Swinton, Donald Crowhurst, Jean Badin, Clare Crowhurst, Simon Crowhurst
  • Sunset Boulevard
    Sunset Boulevard
    starring William Holden, Gloria Swanson, Erich Von Stroheim, Nancy Olson, Fred Clark
  • Penny Serenade
    Penny Serenade
    starring Cary Grant, Irene Dunne, Edgar Buchanan, Beulah Bondi
  • Double Indemnity
    Double Indemnity
    starring Fred MacMurray, Barbara Stanwyck, Edward G. Robinson, Porter Hall, Jean Heather
  • Ayn Rand and the Prophecy of Atlas Shrugged
    Ayn Rand and the Prophecy of Atlas Shrugged
    starring Gary Anthony Williams
  • Fat Sick & Nearly Dead
    Fat Sick & Nearly Dead
    Passion River
  • It Happened One Night (Remastered Black & White)
    It Happened One Night (Remastered Black & White)
    starring Clark Gable, Claudette Colbert
  • Stella Dallas
    Stella Dallas
    starring Barbara Stanwyck, John Boles, Anne Shirley, Barbara O'Neil, Alan Hale
  • The Iron Lady
    The Iron Lady
    starring Meryl Streep, Jim Broadbent, Harry Lloyd, Anthony Head, Alexandra Roach
  • Wallace & Gromit: The Complete Collection (4 Disc Set)
    Wallace & Gromit: The Complete Collection (4 Disc Set)
    starring Peter Sallis, Anne Reid, Sally Lindsay, Melissa Collier, Sarah Laborde
  • The Red Balloon (Released by Janus Films, in association with the Criterion Collection)
    The Red Balloon (Released by Janus Films, in association with the Criterion Collection)
    starring Red Balloon
  • Stalag 17 (Special Collector's Edition)
    Stalag 17 (Special Collector's Edition)
    starring William Holden, Don Taylor, Otto Preminger, Robert Strauss, Harvey Lembeck
  • The Major and the Minor (Universal Cinema Classics)
    The Major and the Minor (Universal Cinema Classics)
    starring Ginger Rogers, Ray Milland
  • My Dog Skip
    My Dog Skip
    starring Frankie Muniz, Diane Lane, Luke Wilson, Kevin Bacon
  • Sabrina
    Sabrina
    starring Humphrey Bogart, Audrey Hepburn, William Holden, Walter Hampden, John Williams
  • The Bachelor and the Bobby Soxer
    The Bachelor and the Bobby Soxer
    starring Cary Grant, Myrna Loy, Shirley Temple, Rudy Vallee, Ray Collins
  • Pirates of the Caribbean - The Curse of the Black Pearl (Two-Disc Collector's Edition)
    Pirates of the Caribbean - The Curse of the Black Pearl (Two-Disc Collector's Edition)
    starring Johnny Depp, Geoffrey Rush, Orlando Bloom, Keira Knightley, Jack Davenport
  • Now, Voyager (Keepcase)
    Now, Voyager (Keepcase)
    starring Bette Davis, Paul Henreid, Claude Rains, Gladys Cooper, John Loder
  • The Trip To Bountiful
    The Trip To Bountiful
  • Hold Back the Dawn [DVD] Charles Boyer; Olivia de Havilland; Paulette Goddard
    Hold Back the Dawn [DVD] Charles Boyer; Olivia de Havilland; Paulette Goddard
That Dog Is Never Going To Move

~ RIP JAVIER ~

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Columbia's Finest Chihuahua

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Sunday
Feb272011

Just when you think ...

... something small and furry can't get one bit cuter, there's a YouTube of a chipmunk grooming himself ...

... in slo-mo.

Hat tip to Audrey and Erica, who are looking out for dear old mom.

Thursday
Feb242011

Pay no attention to the guy behind the curtain ... or the gate

I don't know if you know this about me, but sometimes I gets me pirate dander up.

Even so, higher-than-usual dudgeon was attained earlier this week when I was challenged in a way most bizarre by the good folks at Find A Grave.

If you've been paying attention, you know I'm an enthusiastic supporter of this unique site that features millions of grave records and memorials contributed by volunteers.

Membership is free but you have the option of paying a mere five dollars to "sponsor" the page of a friend or loved one -- or even a total stranger -- so that aggravating pop-up ads disappear from said page right into perpetuity.

So far I've sponsored eight memorial pages. I plan to sponsor more as funds allow.

I've also fulfilled thirteen requests for photographs of graves in the Midlands of South Carolina, where I live. In the eight months and seventeen days I've been a member of Find A Grave, I've created sixty-three memorials and added two hundred and fifty-three pictures.

Put another way, I have what Chairman Maobama likes to call "skin in the game."

On Find A Grave (or FAG for short) there are countless cemeteries represented, from all around the world. Each cemetery has its own page from which you can search for someone you have reason to believe might be interred there.

Most of these pages feature a picture of the cemetery or at least its entrance, whether it be a gate or a sign or what have you.

When I visit a cemetery, I often take a picture of the gate if it looks interesting to me. The more ornate and impressive, the better.

The materials used and the design of the gates themselves often hint at the gravity of what lies beyond.

What lies beyond the gate, I mean.

(What can I say? I'm a sucker for wrought iron as a portal to the afterlife.)

Such was the case last weekend when TG took me graving at Centerville Cemetery in Ridgeway, South Carolina.

The cemetery turned out to be a charming and well-cared-for place pretty much out in the middle of nowhere. 

And the gate! It was a real beauty. I got several shots before moving on to the immaculately manicured graves.

On Monday I decided to submit a picture of the gate to FAG for inclusion on the Centerville Cemetery page. These types of photos have to be approved.

This is the part where I got irked. You won't believe this but my photo was declined and the reason given was that some viewers might find it "disturbing."

Specifically, "parents and schoolteachers" had asked FAG to omit "images such as this."

I might've freaked out a little bit. Just being honest here.

First of all, try as I might, I couldn't understand why parents and schoolteachers as people groups would be disturbed by anything they might see on FAG.

I mean, hello ... if you don't like pictures of graves and cemeteries, you may want to avoid this particular site.

And even if they do find some images disturbing, why would FAG cave in to demands -- or even suggestions -- to remove or disinclude photos deemed offensive by a few select people?

So since neither of the above scenarios made a lick of sense, I assumed that the parents and schoolteachers -- they who apparently wield great influence with the powers-that-be at FAG -- objected to some photos because they might be disturbing to children.

Which made no sense either.

While I am sad to report that FAG features thousands of children -- all of them deceased -- it is unlikely to be construed in any context as a site geared toward children.

Even if it were, it's fairly ludicrous that a picture of a cemetery gate could be disturbing to a generation that cut its teeth on the likes of the Harry Potter and Twilight franchises.

Not to mention the veritable religion most parents and schoolteachers have made -- especially in recent years -- of the "holiday" we know as Halloween.

But before analyzing the situation any further, I decided to find out who might have designed the stunning gothic gate at tiny Centerville Cemetery in diminutive Ridgeway.

One phone call and I had a name: Becky T., who happens to be President of the Ridgeway Cemetery Association.

And an active member of FAG.

I gave Becky a buzz and told her why I was calling. I asked if she knew who designed the gorgeous gate.

"I designed it," she said.

Oh boy. I thought that was some news the folks at FAG could use.

So, you know me ... I favored AJ with a reply that might have been a teensy bit -- ahem -- detailed.

You might say I left no headstone unturned. When all was said and done, he couldn't have had the slightest doubt as to how I felt about the rejection of my photo of Becky's gate.

Plain talk is easily understood, I always say.

I got an immediate reply. Oh, it was all a mistake! He claimed. He clicked when he should've clacked, zigged when he meant to zag, and I received the disturbing "auto-email" in error.

(I had visions of the great and awesome Wizard of Oz, sequestered behind his drapery, obscured by fog, pulling levers and pushing buttons.)

AJ elaborated that instead, I should have gotten an automatically-generated form email enlightening me that my picture was declined because it had a border around it.

???????????

I was not offered an explanation as to who might be disturbed by a border. Illegal aliens, perhaps?

One can only speculate.

The subject picture is at the top of this post.

And if you believe AJ's excuse, I have an underwater cemetery plot I'd like to sell you.

(He's actually a very nice guy, like everyone at FAG. I don't mean to be snarky. Much.)

I danced to FAG's tune and removed the offending border. My picture was added to the Centerville Cemetery page. All's well that ends well.

Bygones.

If you're interested, you may see my downright macabre picture in its proper context -- appropriately borderless -- here.

Wednesday
Feb232011

Wordless Wednesday: Counting

Tuesday
Feb222011

Bombs bursting in your hair

As it turns out I didn't see it or hear it, but I heard about it.

One would have to live under a rock -- make that a whole pile of rocks -- to have not heard about it.

In those sorts of situations, one turns to YouTube.

I refer to the ignominious and disrespectful mauling of our National Anthem at the start of the forty-fifth Super Bowl on February 6, 2011, by one Christina I-Think-My-Knickers-Are-Too-Tight Aguilera.

Her "performance" can be summed up in a single word: shameful.

I mean, who knew the words "wave" and "brave" had fifteen and seventeen syllables respectively?

And then there was the fact that she flubbed a line.

Ms. Aguilera at first made a valiant effort to ignore the wholly justifiable uproar caused by her gaffe.

Eventually -- say, by halftime -- thanks to social sites like Facebook and Twitter, the universal furor had escalated to the point that she could no longer act as though her faux pas had never occurred.

Ms. Aguilera had her people issue a statement to the effect that she was sorry, she was just in the moment or whatever, and she sure hoped her love of country shone through her unorthodox rendition of our sacred anthem.

(I don't think she ever apologized for the willful and very nearly criminal perpetration of her tortured cats-fighting-in-a-bag vocal stylings upon millions of innocent viewers.)

(Fortunately for them, having downed their first six-pack earlier that afternoon, most were already drunk by the time she "sang.")

It made me wonder: How many times has Ms. Aguilera forgotten the words to her "songs" when she is in concert? 

Something tells me the fans who pay ridiculous amounts of money to see her perform in person expect her to remember them.

As if shay shay boom boom wiggle writhe do me right now boy were remotely memorable.

And although I've never sung the National Anthem in public and it's not likely I ever will, I think before I would run the risk of botching it, embarrassing both myself and my country, I'd memorize the lyrics and practice until I knew I could sing them flawlessly.

To do less would be unpatriotic. The Star Spangled Banner is to Americans what Amazing Grace is to Christians.

You don't mess with these songs. You sing the timeless words with reverence out of respect for the millions of heroes and martyrs who, throughout human history, have laid down their lives so that you could have the privilege of singing them in public.

I know the progressiliberals in our society, by and large, do not agree. But then, as we have established, they are mentally ill.

Long before the brouhaha surrounding Ms. Anguishedlera's singularly pathetic attempt to sing the Star Spangled Banner hit the headlines, "journalist" Michael Kinsley at The Washington Post weighed in on the subject. 

You'll know you're a patriot if, upon reading his article, your blood boils. At any rate, have a trashcan or a barf bag at the ready.

Because Mr. Kinsley opines that our anthem is "notoriously unsingable" and full of "empty bravado." He says there's not one iota of common values in the lyrics, except maybe "land of the free."

He says "home of the brave" is essentially a lie because it's never been demonstrated that Americans are brave, much less any braver than anyone else.

He suggests we use communist Woody Guthrie's This Land is Your Land or rocker Bruce Springsteen's Born in the USA instead. Even if we make it Three Blind Mice, he's okay with it as long as we rid ourselves of our cumbersome, inaccurate, outdated, warlike National Anthem.

His parting shot is that "Anything would be better than those 'bombs bursting in air.'"

Is it lost on this traitorous jerk that he enjoys the glorious and voluminous spoils of freedom BECAUSE of the brave men and women who gave the last full measure of devotion so dolts like him can sit there all condescending and smug, writing about it?

Apparently so. He's too busy slurping lattes and punching out treasonous "articles" on his iPad to worry about the fine points of what had to happen in order for him to make a good living as a depraved parasite in the land of the free and the home of the brave.

It's too bad that, like ninety-nine point nine nine nine nine percent of Hollyweird types, my beloved Josh Groban is also a flaming liberal.

He's young yet! Still time to reform.

While there's life there's hope.

But at least he has enough class and patriotism -- not to mention talent -- to render our beloved anthem with grace and humility. He's made millions on his fabulous voice and is smart enough to know that when singing this song, it's not about your voice. It's about the song.

It happened at the NBA All-Star game this past weekend.

I hope you didn't miss it. If you did, here he is in all his sweetness -- the great Josh Groban who, liberal or not, has more vocal ability in his pinkie finger than all the pop singers in the world have in their collective sorry carcasses.

Make sure you throw Christina Aguilera and the Black Eyed Please, Please Make Them Stop on top of that noisome heap.

Friday
Feb182011

I heart the Neelys

Until recently my list of celebrities I would like to meet in person -- however briefly -- consisted of one name.

Can you guess the name? If you can, I will send you an autographed copy of my first book.

Now, though, I have added two more names: Pat and Gina Neely.

They of The Food Network's Down Home With the Neelys fame.

I realize the Neelys have several restaurants in Tennessee and it probably wouldn't be all that difficult to meet them if I put my mind to it.

So that's a possibility but as I have no immediate plans to visit either Memphis or Nashville, y'all don't go holding your breath or anything.

What I love about the Neelys is not just their prodigious cooking skills and mouthwatering recipes -- admirable though they be.

It's Pat and Gina themselves, demonstrating once again that the best romance in the whole wide world is the married kind.

I love they way they shamelessly flirt while they saute and simmer and chop and peel and grate and dredge and bake and fry and grill and oooh-aaah taste everything.

She bats her lashes, coy as an edible violet, and he comes running to help her stir and pour and measure and mix and mash and marinate.

He flexes his biceps or shoots her a smile and she may feign turning to jelly, but the devotion writ large on her pretty face is genuine.

Yeah y'all, that's what I like: the inescapable allure of a shared passion. Good old-fashioned teamwork ... with plenty of spice to keep things interesting.

Vive la romance! In the kitchen and everywhere else.