Month: October 2009

English Mike is the ultimate Bar 595 promoter!

As we are about to embrace the 10th anniversary month for Bar 595 I have often laughed at some of the pics that have been sent to me of a 595 coozie in various places. Obviously my English brother from another mother has raised the bar with his worldly travels and also thanks to his mates but I have to admit, I fell off my bar stool tonight. Prior to my “Miley Cyrus Virus” I had a Facebook invite to a skydiving jump 3 months ago and I just put it into my calender and didn’t think much about it. Last weekend I get a text message from English Mike (thankfully at a normal waking time) that he had just jumped out of a perfectly serviceable airplane with a coozie and I am scratching my head on this one in disbelief as I am wondering if someone had too many pints in the afternoon.
Well I finally open my facebook, make my silly status update comment and then I see this and I am truly in awe! There it is friends and neighbors, a Bar 595 coozie up in the wild blue yonder!

Even as he is about to piss himself he is promoting the BAR!
Thanks Mike I love it and let me know what you want on the 10th anniversary coozie, because you defiantly earned it!
TTK!
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Hey I found some video of you!

So 2 days ago I get a couple Facebook emails from friends saying that I ‘sent’ some spammed emails and that I needed to change my password. I did and figured it was time to make sure the ole pooter was current on it’s anti-virus and it claimed it was good to go.
If you have never read my status updates, I like to stretch the limit as compared to some of my other friends who think it is important for us to know that work sucks. Um hello if Work was fun then you would be working at Disney World!
Anyway yesterday was the Miley Cyrus concert here in Memphis so I posted that I wanted to sell fake tickets to the young girls and their Milfs and that I also had backstage passes for sale to solidify my spot in hell. Well I guess the man upstairs got me because my Facebook account went ape $hit and I had to close the account. I am not sure who has fished or hacked my account but as soon as I got the email that my account was deactivated, I get an email welcoming me back. A couple more attempts and I think that my Facebook account is finally dead! I have a call into my favorite computer guru and hopefully I will be updating that I will be nailing Bea Arthur from the grave by middle of next week.
Oh and here is a Carbunkle Trumpet quickie piece of advice for those Ifoam carriers that you may want to use;

  • download a free “annoying sound” application that has the sound of a baby crying and make sure that it has a repeat option on the app.
  • When your house phone rings and you realize that it is a telemarketer, get your ifoam ready and have the sound of the baby crying right next to your mouth as you are talking to the telemarketer.
  • While they are in mid sentence freak out and act like you are beating said child and then silence your ifoam from the baby crying. Then get back on the line and ask them “You were saying?”
  • What can I say I am here all week and please try the veal and tip your server!

Have a good weekend!

TTK!

St Thomas is still South of the Mason Dixon line isn’t it?

So three weeks ago I am lounging in the comfy chair with the perfectly chilled Vodka Martini and Mrs CBT is on the laptop perusing my zany comments on Facebook when she declares that Doty (the name we will give her today) is selling her jeep and moving away. I naturally inquire as to where and momma tells me that she is moving to St. Thomas USVI to which fire off a text to her asking if St Thomas is still considered in the Delta. She replies yes that there will be a going away party for her the Thursday before she leaves.

Thankfully Mrs CBT and I have known Doty for a good 6 years when she was living in the apartments and would walk her beloved dog John (Rest in Peace) around the hood and we also would all hang out at the various drinking establishments. Not only being a true ‘southern belle’ Doty also is an accomplished artist and she shares the love of music by Willie, Waylon, The King, and many blues artists that we have sung at various times (off key) at some bar called Bar 595.

Anyway Doty decided to sell her stuff, throw caution to the wind and move to St. Thomas and we are sad to see her go but yet are very happy for her as we know she will be fine and I would not be surprised to see that the island will go from Calypso to Country Western by the time we are down there in December.

Some paintings/mixed media art that Doty created

Hopefully you know who that is

Or maybe him

If you don’t recognize this guy you should be shot

Back when Doty decided to move from safe downtown to hang with the hippies in Cooper/Young

If you didn’t know any better you would think these two are brother and sister
Doty being Doty

We are going to miss you..

That is just plain trouble there!

Now before you start to form a tear I texted Doty on Sunday and told her that I was dressed in warm clothes and this is what she sent me with the email entitled “Cocktail?”

This is her view from her porch (grumble grumble)
Doty we will miss you but know that you will be fine and charming those island boys with your ‘delta’ accent and your knowledge of ‘the perfect Country and Western song’! We will see you the first week of December!
TTK!

St Thomas is still South of the Mason Dixon line isn’t it?

So three weeks ago I am lounging in the comfy chair with the perfectly chilled Vodka Martini and Mrs CBT is on the laptop perusing my zany comments on Facebook when she declares that Doty (the name we will give her today) is selling her jeep and moving away. I naturally inquire as to where and momma tells me that she is moving to St. Thomas USVI to which fire off a text to her asking if St Thomas is still considered in the Delta. She replies yes that there will be a going away party for her the Thursday before she leaves.

Thankfully Mrs CBT and I have known Doty for a good 6 years when she was living in the apartments and would walk her beloved dog John (Rest in Peace) around the hood and we also would all hang out at the various drinking establishments. Not only being a true ‘southern belle’ Doty also is an accomplished artist and she shares the love of music by Willie, Waylon, The King, and many blues artists that we have sung at various times (off key) at some bar called Bar 595.

Anyway Doty decided to sell her stuff, throw caution to the wind and move to St. Thomas and we are sad to see her go but yet are very happy for her as we know she will be fine and I would not be surprised to see that the island will go from Calypso to Country Western by the time we are down there in December.

Some paintings/mixed media art that Doty created

Hopefully you know who that is

Or maybe him

If you don’t recognize this guy you should be shot

Back when Doty decided to move from safe downtown to hang with the hippies in Cooper/Young

If you didn’t know any better you would think these two are brother and sister
Doty being Doty

We are going to miss you..

That is just plain trouble there!

Now before you start to form a tear I texted Doty on Sunday and told her that I was dressed in warm clothes and this is what she sent me with the email entitled “Cocktail?”

This is her view from her porch (grumble grumble)
Doty we will miss you but know that you will be fine and charming those island boys with your ‘delta’ accent and your knowledge of ‘the perfect Country and Western song’! We will see you the first week of December!
TTK!

I simply bow to the master and the boss of the master!

After I made my last post I was expecting some ‘choice’ words from my brothers and sisters from other mothers but yet my friends up in MN raised the bar on me. The following day I get this email that simply read (something to the effect of) “this is what we had” and had a link attached.

I am humbled Ruthie and Chunky, you win this week but stay tuned for next week!

TTK!

See what happens when there is a full day of Football on?

Ah Saturdays in the Fall, the weather finally got cooler and as luck would have it a ton of SEC teams were playing that were of interest to the Trumpets. I asked momma what she would like for me to make for dinner and she said that I had not done a beef Brisket in a while so off to Costco I go. Our friend Weed (not named for that reason) was going to make her famous Mac and Cheese as a side but made a game time decision and hauled ass up to St. Louis to watch Game 3 of the NLCS (and freeze her arse off) to which the Cards lost. Anyway I got up early Saturday and took the monkey heads to the groomer and then off to the kitchen I went.
Oh I must confess that I did enjoy twitter terrorizing our friends in MN and down in Belize as they are foodie lovers as much as we are, below are the pics that I uploaded during the day. Feel free to stalk me @ CBT38103 if you like.

Like they say in construction, you got to start with a good base, here I used some Rub de Chunk

5 hours on the smoker fat side up, below is a water bath of Miller Light beer, limes that have gone bad and rosemary twigs

Ok, she got out of a 2 hour Pineapple/brown sugar bath and now is in the glazing process (feel free to lick the computer screen)

Since Weed was watching the Cubs Cards Mrs CBT made a Mac and Cheese that made my Cholesterol raise 20 points just looking at it! Now be serious, who doesn’t have a chubby just looking at that?

Everyone got plenty and we are still waiting for the doorbell to ring and see the Tacos and ChunkyRuth at the door……

Oh and since the Hogs beat snot out of Auburn, I had to put my Hoggie hats on the door of my Auburn Neighbor. I am still afraid to start my car as I may have started a huge Eye-Talian/Greek war!

So what did you eat on Saturday night?
TTK!

Farmers Market downtown

One of the good things about living downtown (other than being on the trolley line, so I don’t have to drive to Beale Street) is that we have a Farmers Market just down the road from us. Now I have to admit I am not a regular of the farmers market as much as I should be considering that my freezer is already full of stuff that I have been getting from my friends but it is a fun time.
Now it has been rumored that there are some peeps in 38103 that will swing by the market to get fresh fruits so that they can make flavored daiquiris but thankfully I don’t know them. FYI- Blueberry slush’s are not as good as Peach slush’s!

A good use for the bus station downtown!
Yeah they have kids stuff too!
Good crowd on a Saturday

If I wanted to bring the Monkey Heads they could chill there!
TTK!

Whew dodged another bullet yesterday!

So my sister calls me and you know it isn’t good when she says “Do you know what your nephew said today at school?” That is when your first thought is “aww Shit No younger sister what did my Angelic God Child say today at School?” Well it seems that someone (I promise it wasn’t me) informed young J-Bob that the President was a bad man because of his stance on whatever issue (again not me!) this person disagreed with. J-Bob informed his school teacher of this and now someone (Thank God it wasn’t me) is in time out because of this.
Now if J-Bob walks up to his teacher and says “Hola Chicka” and then sticks out his tongue and flicks it back and forth then Uncle Carbunkle Trumpet will probably be writing “I will not tell my nephew to make bad comments.” a hundred times on the blackboard at his school.

I think I am going to send another case of the finest Scotch to my urologist who preformed my vasectomy!

Don’t you just love the little bastard kid!
TTK!