June 11, 2014 By: Juanita Jean Herownself Category: Uncategorized
Welcome to The World's Most Dangerous Beauty Salon, Inc.
My name is Susan DuQuesnay Bankston. I live in Richmond, Texas, in the heart of Tom DeLay's old district. It's nuttier than squirrel poop here.
I am honored and privileged to know Miss Juanita Jean Herownself, hairdresser extraordinary and political maven. Since she does not have time to fiddle with this internet stuff, I type her website for her and you can read it if you want to. If you don't, she truly does not give a big bear's butt.
A lot of what I post here has to do with local politics, but you probably have the same folks in your local government.
This ain't a blog. Blogs are way too trendy for me. This is a professional political organization.
Boy, did that flip a lid on old down deep memories! Back in my youth which was spent percentage wise in another country, there was in that country – or at least in that dime size area I was in – a missionary outfit called the Vineyard Society. They were in the business of attracting soulful people to become volunteer bible belters someplace else in the world. Haven’t heard of them since the end of World War II. But JJ, I think your notion is the better one! Merlot it is!
1Is that building just crooked or drunk?
2Sorry, but the Lord’s vineyard should contain
3wells not vines. The water is changed to wine
in a very simple, yet elegant process. Some might call it a miracle. No need for aging, distillation, yeast or vats. Ask the wedding planners in Caana.
As I recall, the workers in the vineyard in the parable were paid a living wage no matter how much they worked that day – all day, half a day or the last hour. Somehow I doubt that’s what is being preached here.
4Maybe that building is the widow’s mite: “She did what she could do”.
5Well, my first thought when I saw that house was: Older people tend to downsize, and, of course the Lord is pretty old.
6I’m sure its filled with widows (black) and mites…
…and ticks and termites and the odd scorpion or two.
7I beg to differ witcha maryelle, but yeast landing in grape juice and dying off at a reasonable 14%-ish alcohol yielding yet another potable (moreso!) substance seems very miraculous to me. Conservationist, too. The grapes do their thing, the yeast do their thing and nothing goes to waste; even the debris is compostable! We walk right past neat little happenings daily… the Caana “late wine” WAS meant to be the really good stuff though!! 😉
8Grin. Or you could do what I accidentally did once in college, before we had in room refrigerators. I stuck a bottle of grape juice under the sink and forgot it. When I finally found it, it had a nice layer of clear alcohol at the top. Probably could have lit it with a match. Thanks, Aggieland Liz.
9Marge Wood, if you had kept that bottle under the sink a little longer it would have changed back into grapes just outa frustration!
10