Make Mine Swine

Okay, I was raised just outside of the "Hog Capital Of The World" and have been on a holy rampage recently about the "swine flu."  Call it H1N1, and I'll pronounce it "hinny".  Don't care.

I found a blog with some really good information, broken down nicely.  I encourage you to read it >>>HERE<<<.

But that also got me thinking about my dear porcine friends, and I remembered that I had a picture of a car that I told Cora about. (See how I snuck her name in there?)  I've seen this car around my old neighborhood a few times.

The car actually looks pretty good in real life.  The owner collects pigs, and paid about $3,000 to do that to his car. Here's a story about it. 

And in finding that picture, I ran across this one:



The gal second from the left is my cousin's daughter.  I come from a classy family, no doubt.  And she will not admit to what she's doing to make that hog squeal like that.  But knowing her dad, it's probably nastier than you'd think.

And ever since this whole swine flu thing started, I've been thinking, "Kiss a pig.  Hug a swine.  Some of them are good friends of mine."  A line from this song from Ray Stevens.  (Yes, I have a CD with this on it.)

And if you're talking pig songs, how could you forget this classic by Green Jelly.  This has undergone editing for TV, but it is strange what lyrics they changed and what they left alone.  (Yes, I have a CD with this song on it, too.)

I will be a bit out of pocket this weekend.  Supposed to meet up with some friends downtown tomorrow and check out Trump's new hotel, but before then, T-Bone and Mrs. IVy are going to pass through and see the place for the first time and have lunch, so I've got some cleaning to do.  (He lived with me for 4+ years, so it's not to really fool him into thinking I've changed.  More using his visit as an excuse to start getting things ready for Cora's visit in 3 weeks.)