Category Archives: Mr. Boy

Mr. B.’s bob-e-que

Posted on May 29, 2010 | Comments Off on Mr. B.’s bob-e-que

Mr.B.BBQWell, not our Mr. B., I don’t think. Unless he’s been holding out on us. Taken by TFG in his travels, on U.S. 67, between Glen Rose and Chalk Mountain

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Night Camp

Posted on May 28, 2010 | Comments Off on Night Camp

Mr. B.’s first book review for Amazon, anonymous of course, for an Indie YA book he breezed through in two or three sittings:

“Night Camp” was an overall very enjoyable book. It had its down points but its up points outnumbered them. It was a fast-paced, quick read that always kept me on the edge of my seat. At the start of the book I was intrigued by the odd premises. I felt like I was in the main character’s shoes with the good descriptions, and a feeling of knowing the settings.

At the end the story turned out to be more of a light-hearted story than a Dracula-thriller. But the ending had its own perks compared to many other slightly-scary stories I have read. Once or twice I had trouble figuring out the order of the words. These are the only notable lackings of this book. It has a very good story contained within its pages. I had fun reading this book and I hope other people will, too. Four stars.

That should please any author. I’ll get it posted on Amazon over the weekend.

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Posted in Library, Mr. Boy, Rancho Roly Poly

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Mr. B’s broken arm

Posted on May 24, 2010 | Comments Off on Mr. B’s broken arm

Turns out the sprain from the basketball game is what orthopedists call a “torus,” or “buckle,” fracture. Mr. B. is now wearing a new fiberglass cast. It’s green. His new favorite color. (Used to be red.) Three weeks, the doc said, before it can come off—right about the time his summer day camp begins. If then.

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First B-ball injury

Posted on May 15, 2010 | Comments Off on First B-ball injury

Mr. B. came away from today’s game with a sprained wrist after being knocked down on the court as he tried to dribble away from two very aggressive opponents. He’s okay, but he did a little howling first. After last week’s great scoring performance, he had nothing to show and his team lost 25-5.

He had one really nice shot before the injury, shooting from the vicinity of the foul line. The official blew his whistle while the ball was in the air, so the fact that it swished through the net didn’t count at all. Frustrating. Next weekend is the WAYA playoffs and then organized basketball is over for him until basketball camp in late July.

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Recorder belts

Posted on May 11, 2010 | Comments Off on Recorder belts

Mr. B. was having fits qualifying for his initial, white belt for the recorder until late this afternoon. Every other belt-owning, fourth grade music student he played the tune “Good News” for concluded he’d made too many mistakes. Today he played it for Wyatt, a pal, over the phone and Wyatt has agreed to sign the qualifying sheet. Smiles all around.

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Short’nin’ Bread

Posted on May 10, 2010 | Comments Off on Short’nin’ Bread

Woke up early to get Mr. B. off to school with the chorus to the old plantation song “Short’nin’ Bread” running through my weary mind. Lyrics go like this:

“Put on the skillet,
Slip on the lid,
Mama’s gonna make
A little short’nin’ bread.
That ain’t all
She’s gonna do,
Mama’s gonna make
A little coffee, too.

“Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’ bread,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’ bread.”

Rest is here. It was the kind of thing you might hear on television now and then, back in the Dark Ages  before political correctness set in. Why yes, I’m sure you wanted to know, and now you do.

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Posted in Civil War, Mr. Boy, Rancho Roly Poly, Texana

B-ball classic

Posted on May 8, 2010 | Comments Off on B-ball classic

It wasn’t the NBA, but WAYA youth basketball. Mr. B. came off the floor about noon with a big sigh and a head shake. He’d just scored eighteen points in the last two quarters, helping his all-boys-but-two team 36-30 over an all-girls-but-one team that was supposed to be a pushover.

They were the last time. Not this day. Anyhow, they won, even if they got a fright in the bargain, falling behind several times before winning it. If they give one (and I’m not sure they do) the opponents deserved the trophy for most-improved. Mr. B. was happy. His point total was a single-game record for him. But it was acquired under a lot of pressure.

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