'But The Drive-Through Was Going To Close!
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Posted:Sep 21, 2013 6:45 pm
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50 post's!! Another milestone for someone who doesn't really write, but seeing how many of you seem to read what I write, I'll step out om a limb and say that you might be getting entertained! Since I last wrote about how fast I can type, I've increased my 4 finger speed up to 20 WPM, but with more speed comes more mistakes!! Thank god for spell check! Now if they just had a grammar check I'd be set!! That way it could tell me when to end a sentence instead of me going back and reading what I wrote and inserting a ton of comma's to break up what must be a world record breaking sentence, that takes up about a whole paragraph!! That's kind of a shame though as I was a straight A student in school, but English was the hardest subject for me to grasp, probably because it was incisively boring, that and I played football in high school which I'm guessing gave me a free pass even though I did all the work!!
I never believed then, and still feel the same way today, that no one should get a free ride or pass no matter who they may be!
Anyone remember the saying; "ASS, GRASS, OR CASH, Nobody rides for free!"? That was a old hitch-hikers motto for those who would stop and pick one up. Which speaking of, It's become a real shame that because of all the weirdo's that are running around causing harm to innocent and descent people, that hardly anyone will stop and give someone a ride! And that even goes for the poor soles that break down on the freeway! It used to be that if you broke down on the freeway, you left your hood up and tied something around your antenna that a State Patrol Officer would stop and give you assistance even if it was just a ride. But I'm guessing because we have become a sue-happy Nation that now they just drive by as I watched the other day!
Now I try to be a good samaritan when I can be and on this day I was really happy that I was! After watching the Trooper drive by this minivan, I took the next exit and doubled back going 15 miles out of my way to help out a poor mother with 4 who had a flat tire and had been on the side of the road for about 2 1/2 hours. She said that her cell phone had died and wasn't going to leave the vehicle and start out with her in tow walking down the freeway. After searching around through her vehicle we finally found where the spare was, and of course it was flat! So I did what any good samaritan would and that is put her tire into my vehicle along with she and her 4 and off we went to the tire store, which was 10 miles away.
Anyway to make a long story short, It took about 2 hrs total for us to get the tire fixed and back to her minivan and when we pulled up there was a State Patrol Officer parked behind her vehicle. As we pulled up he got out and said that it was a good thing that we showed up when we did as he was putting in a call to have her minivan towed as an abandoned vehicle! Now those of you who have been following along with me, you know that I have a really hard time controlling my mouth when it comes to stupidity. So when He said that, I said,"How in the hell could you possibly and even remotely think that this was an abandoned vehicle, when it is clearly obvious that there is a tire missing, there is a jack underneath the vehicle and you drove by it 2 hours ago and kept on going, while this woman was standing outside of it?!" After I said that I was thinking to myself "Oh Shit" and waiting for the words, "you're under arrest" to be stated but to my complete surprise the Officer just kinda stood there really not knowing what to do or say, and of course leave it to me not to keep my shut but to also say, "And If you don't mind to awful much, it's hotter than hell out here and I'm doing your job, so can you give me a hand?" He just looked at me in utter amazement, shook his head, smiled and pitched in and we got the woman's tire back on. The woman was so thankful that she offered me money which I didn't take, and then said that she would have me over for dinner and would not take no for an answer, but I told her that it was not necessary and for her to drive safe and have a great day!
The Trooper stood there and I was waiting to get chewed out but instead he told me that he was on his lunch break and needed to get something to eat when he went by the first time and didn't see anyone by the vehicle and I looked at him and gave him my best "REALLY?" "I was right behind you and I almost hit the woman!" "Hope you had a good lunch, sir, and you have yourself a great day!" I left him standing on the side of the freeway as I sped off!
Score another one for the little guy!!!!
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Posted:Sep 18, 2013 7:47 pm
Last Updated:Sep 18, 2013 8:24 pm
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As a growing up, My babysitter during the day while my parents were at work was the golf course. My dad became a member of an exclusive golf course called Rock Creek. We had full access to the Country Club with unlimited rounds of golf so in the morning around 8:00 my mom would drop me off and I would play golf all day long. By the end of the first summer I had gotten pretty good at the game and by the end of the second summer I was playing in tournaments and actually won a few! By the end of the third summer I was winning all of them and my Dad could no longer beat me! I have to admit that it was a great feeling to be better at something than he was as he was very competitive and had problems with being a gracious loser. After some of the things that he put me through when I was younger, I reveled in the fact that he couldn't win to save his life and would always console him and say there was always next time, which I knew just pissed him off. He became so determined and desperate to beat me that he would drag me out on the golf course on the weekend after I spent 8 hrs a day, five say's a week there. to play countless round after round only to lose every time and of course deep down I was loving every minute of it and using the game to get even with him in my own mind.
I would use his own words against him by telling him that, "It was OK, remember you said that you can't get good at anything without practice, and I've been practicing for 3 years, 8 hrs. a day, 5 day's a week for 3 months out of the year!" He would mumble some inaudible words, which I'm sure were not very nice, and then tell me to pick-up my clubs and let's go, so off we would go and each time the same result would happen . My Mom used to play as well, but she , like me , never took it seriously and treated it like it was, which is, it's just a game. I just happened to get really good at it and she was proud of my accomplishment and all of the tournaments that I had won, where my Dad was just stuck on beating me!!
Like I said before, My Dad wore the pants in the family, but the end to golfing came on a long summers evening on the 16th tee. My Mom teed off, then my Dad teed off and of course I was always last. Now my Dad hit the top of the ball so it didn't go very far which of course made him mad, and you can't play golf mad because it doesn't work, so when he hit his second shot it sliced off to the left which made him even madder and caused him to do something that I never thought I would see. I was a little ahead of him walking towards my ball off to the right side, when all of a sudden a club went flying by me almost hitting me. I looked back to see my Dad throwing his very expensive, custom made clubs in every direction, swearing and cussing all the time, and after he ran out of clubs, he threw the golf bag into the creek and walked off saying he quit. My Father never quit anything in his life that I was ever aware of, and always told me that to quit is to admit defeat, and losers are the only ones who are defeated. I know that is not correct, but that was his way of thinking and you just agreed so the peace was kept.
We never played another round of golf after that and I blamed myself for that because I egged him on fully knowing that there was no way he would ever beat me unless I was blindfolded.
Don't think badly of him, as he was a very proud, self made man, who I don't think ever failed at anything he did except for golf and I think that it was his pride that got in the way, and of course I didn't help any by fanning the flames.
I love to play golf but because I quit playing I really suck at it but I still love it none the same! I think it's really driving the cart anymore as I hit the ball in every direction and only about 100 yds. or so, but at least I can tear like hell in that little cart up to the ball and do it again! When I'm on the golf course anymore it resembles more of an episode of The Keystone Kops or Benny Hill with this little cart going in every direction but straight!
What Scottish asshole invented this game anyway? He had to be one f#$ked-up sadistic asshole!!!
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"I Wanna Be A Rockstar!" "You Sure About That?"
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Posted:Sep 17, 2013 6:26 pm
Last Updated:Sep 17, 2013 6:28 pm
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I touched on this subject back in July and after perusing the site and the picture's that are being Posted, I feel as though it is worth talking about again!
Now remember this is only my opinion, and this station does not endorse or agree with it, but last I heard I'm still entitled to it!
Now, I really don't know what the women on this Website are looking for specifically, but by judging by the response's on the pictures that are Posted by the men, it seems as though they are looking for a long, huge, and thick penis, that shoots a copious amount of cum!
The men on the other hand are all over the place as would be expected from a group that usually only thinks with it's little head. So, wanted or not, here are some suggestions for both.
Guy's, I'm guessing that my Post in July made some impact but a few of you out there still don't get it! I did the math for you with the exception of a can of Rock-star Energy Drink, which I will address in a moment, but some of you continue to compare the size of your manhood to inanimate object's, which would be alright except that you've misjudged the lengths of these objects.
If you're comparing yourself to a beer can, or for that matter a beer bottle, and your not more than 2 inches beyond the end, I'm sorry to tell you that you just made a free advertisement and we are only interested in whatever brand you're comparing yourself to!
I know that remote controls come in all sizes, but as I stated before, unless it's a universal remote and we can read all the numbers clearly along with the DVD controls and the maker, the number 6 is your magic number!
And what is up with all the shaving cream container's? Are you for real? While they might reach 10" in length, and that is only if there's "33% more free" which I haven't seen any, your magic number is also 6!
A Rock-star Energy Drink can IS 12" in length, but when you push it into your pelvis and still don't reach the end, I'm pretty sure that your number is also 6!
Now 6"-6 1/2" is the normal size for a male and as it is said it's really not the size, but how you use it, although the women might not agree with me on this.
And Guy's, What is up with squeezing your penis? Do you really think that it makes you look bigger? Making the poor thing look like it's head is about to explode really isn't that appealing and besides what did your penis do to you to deserve this treatment? Just stop OK?
Finally, tape measures, dollar bills and the such still doesn't make you any larger than you actually are and if you think you're getting over your not fooling anybody but yourself!
I say just be happy with what you have and be thankful that it works because in the end that's all that matters!!!!!
For the rest of you that are freaks of nature, all I can say is "HOLY SHIT!", what do you feed that thing? Even I enjoy a large penis from time to time, but OMG are you kidding? The last thing I want is my asshole looking like you parked a minivan up in it for an extended period of time! GOOD LUCK WITH THAT!!!
The only suggestion I have for you ladies is that have your man or who or whomever is f#$king you at the time, keep your face out of the picture unless you wish the entire town that you live in to know that either you pull trains or are a slut, that is unless you are married as then it seems that it's acceptable and expected behavior.
By all means though, keep feeling free to compare yourselves as it gives me more fodder for my Blog!!
Keep having fun guy's and BTY keep that F#$cking thing away from me!!!
This concludes your Public Service Announcement for the day!!
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Posted:Sep 16, 2013 10:47 pm
Last Updated:Sep 16, 2013 11:16 pm
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What is it that makes us try and turn our into miniature replica's of ourselves? Is it because that we are trying to relive our own childhoods and possibly change the mistakes that we feel our own parents did with us? Or do we actually think that by them, in a small way, becoming us that we can stop them from making the same mistakes that we made growing up? These questions are WAY beyond my scope and are better left for the professionals, but all too often I see this and it makes me wonder! I never did that with my as I wanted them to always be themselves and have the opportunity to grow and learn from their own mistakes. Sure, It hurt to see them make some of the same ones I did and I did as any good parent would, try to steer them away from those but as it is said, "You can lead a to water, but you can't make it drink"
My Dad was an avid sportsman when I was growing up and did everything in his power to turn me into the Great White Hunter that he was by taking me on numerous hunting sojourns trying to turn me into his version of "A MAN". He ruined all hope of that on the first trip by using a defenseless family of possum's hanging in a tree to teach me about gun safety, as he made me watch in horror, with his high powered rifle, he took aim and obliterated the mother and father, leaving a bunch of orphans. That image haunted me for years to come but did teach me about guns, which was that guns don't kill things, people kill things with guns. I'm not against them, and believe in the constitution and the right to bear arms, but ever since that day, I choose not to own one, and too this day I still don't.
But anyway, I'm sure his heart was in the right spot but after that, each hunting trip was more like a camping trip for me as I would do anything to stay at camp which really pissed him off. He used to ask if I was a girl, Boy, if he only knew, and of course I would say no and muster up enough testosterone to go out with him until the point when I refused to take a shot at a deer, which really pissed him off and he would not take me anymore, or for that matter talk to me for weeks afterward.
It took a lot of guts but one day I told him why I didn't want to hunt with him, and believe it or not he actually understood after thinking about it for a week or so. I think my Mom had something to do with it somehow as it was uncharacteristic of him to admit to any wrong doing.
I knew early on in life that I was different as I preferred to play doctor with boy's instead of girls, but in the era that I grew up there was no such thing as Gay or Bi, so it just stayed hidden for years and years and would pop up every once in awhile when the opportunity would arise. But I digress,
We came upon a compromise between us with fishing as for some unknown reason I always felt as though the fish had more of a chance against a rod and reel versus an animal and a gun. So we went on many a fishing trips all over the Northwest and into Canada. I became quite the avid fisherman which I guess made him happy as we spent a lot of time together. The one type of fishing that I had never tried, but he did, was deep sea fishing, so he got the idea that I needed to go out with him deep sea fishing and he made reservation for us to go out of Depoe Bay, Or.
The thing that he never bothered to tell me was that the boat leaves at 5:00 in the morning which meant we had to get up at 3:00 to go have breakfast, Wait for it, and pack a lunch. Or the fact that the boat was not very big, or the fact that in late October the ocean isn't very calm. We end up on the boat and take off, and from the moment we left the dock I knew something was amiss, but couldn't put my finger on it until it got light, we had lines in the water, and I could see the water rising up above the boat. First on one side and then over to the other side, which, you guessed it made me sick! I'm talking SICK! Not only did I lose my breakfast all over the inside of the boat, which made a lot of people mad including I guess the Captain, but I do believe I puked everything that I had eaten for a week. No one could believe the amount of vomit coming out of such a small boy and they finally tied a bucket around my neck because I couldn't move without vomiting! You would have thought that my Dad would have taken some pity on me, but he just moved to the other side of the boat, which made what happened next even sweeter!!
Here I am sitting by myself with a bucket tied around my neck, throwing up things that I don't even remember eating and probably the prettiest shade of green you ever saw, when all of a sudden my line takes off. There was no way I was moving so the Captain had to reel in the fish which just happened to be a 65 lb Chinook Salmon! But the best part was that I was the only one to catch a fish on this trip!!!!
Beginners Luck they said, but I like to think it was Karma or maybe all the chum!!!
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Posted:Sep 15, 2013 8:30 pm
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God, work just sucks sometimes! You know! I don't mind helping out and covering extra shifts when they're short-handed, but it sucks when it becomes expected and there is no gratitude. I could look at two way's, but today is my Friday so I'm not looking at it any way until Wed. ENOUGH SAID!
That's where I've been, work, eat, sleep, and work some more SO,
ON WITH THE SHOW.......
You know, I'm one of the few guy's that actually love's to go shopping! Of course if you have been paying attention, you would probably know that as I'm a people watcher, but I still love to shop none the less! Don't laugh, but I've spent hours wandering around a large grocery store or mall and never purchased a thing! Window shopping I guess it's called, but I call it single, alone, bored, and broke! No, just kidding! Well maybe the first three! And working in the food service industry, I can look into someones basket and tell you what's for dinner, not that I go around peering into peoples baskets and checking out what everyone is buying, although that would be a great job! Be kind of like the food police or something, which brings me around to this....
Has anyone ever really looked at all the ready made foods that are now available? I mean does anyone cook for real anymore? I'm beginning to think not as mealtime has been scrunched in between work, home and family causing a small window to create a meal.
I just love watching 30 min Meals, as it's funny because it works if you already have every ingredient already in the pantry and fridge, but to create those meals you would have to shop on a daily basis or have a walk-in refrigerator and a huge dry storage area, which last I saw most homes don't have. Don't get me wrong, they're great ideas but not really that practical.
I remember taking Home Economics in Junior High School and the teacher taught us how to make Funnel Cakes. Basically, running pancake batter through a funnel into a pan of oil. So when I proudly came home and told my Mom that I was going to make dinner, and told her what I was making, she gladly lent a hand and helped me get everything together.
So my meal was Sausage Patties, with Eggs over medium, and funnel cakes. So when My Dad came home and sat down for dinner and I put this in front of him he went off like a skyrocket! He sat there and looked at his plate and said, "What in the Hell is this?" And when I told him what it was he really went off saying, "This is the shit they're teaching you in school?". "This has got to be the biggest waste of food that I've ever seen!" "Instead of teaching you how to make deep fried pancakes, they should have shown you how to cook something that you can actually eat like a pot of beans and Ham Hocks with some fried potatoes!" I stood there horrified thinking what an asshole he was and trying not to cry, when my Mom went off saying, That was the most insensitive thing she had ever heard in her life, and that he should be thankful that at least I was paying attention in school and showing some interest in cooking and that he would just go hungry as there was not going to be anything else to eat and he should shut up and eat his dinner. My Dad wore the pants in the family but every once in a while he would do or say something that would totally piss my Mom off and this was one of those times!! It was the only time that I made dinner as well as the only time that I could remember my Dad sitting there like a little not wanting to eat his dinner, swirling his fork around his plate as my mom sat there to make sure he ate it all, constantly re-assuring me that it was very good, ISN'T IT DAD? And my Father mumbling inaudible words as you could actually see the pain on his face having to eat this for fear of Mom's wrath!!
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Posted:Sep 11, 2013 5:34 pm
Last Updated:Sep 11, 2013 5:51 pm
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Common Sense Too....
The earliest memory I have about common sense, {Although I was too young to know what it was}, was standing on my fruit boxes and watching my Dad work on this Studebaker that we used to have that he was always fixing because it was always breaking down. It wasn't the family vehicle but he drove it to and from work and as he was always saying that, "This damn car was the biggest piece of shit ever produced and I don't know why I keep it around". But he did and was always fixing and tinkering with it, which seemed to be on a daily basis, and I was always standing there watching and listening to him cuss and swear at this car on a constant basis. So it shouldn't have been any surprise to anyone when one day at nursery school, when I got out of the swing temporarily and a little girl got into it, I told her to "Get the F##k out of my swing!", which prompted the teacher to stand me in the corner and wait for my mom to pick me up and then when we got home I got my mouth washed out with soap. I mean, What the Hell? They should have known that a little boy only does and say's what he see's. So I got in trouble and was no longer allowed to watch my dad work on the car.
But anyway, My parents early on realized that they had a little dare devil on their hands, when I managed to climb the tree in the front yard, jump and grab onto the front of the limb that I was standing on, and ride it to the ground, which would have been OK except for the fact that the car was parked in the driveway and the limb was longer than I thought and I crashed into the side of the car with a resounding THUD, denting the door and spraining my wrist and breaking a finger. The only thing I can remember was the repeated saying over and over, "What the Hell is wrong with you? Are you crazy or something? What were you thinking?", to which my replies over and over were, "Nothing, No, and I don't know.", the three most used phrases in growing up!
After my Dad burned up my skateboard, you would think that would be the end of my skateboarding, Oh Hell No, My best friend had two! So He and I would take off and go up to the school and ride the hills until we figured out about the merry-go-round. The merry-go-round had a concrete pad that ran around it, instead of dirt like it probably should have been, and we figured out that if you hung on to the outside bar, my friend would get on the opposite side and start turning the merry-go-round and you would just go in circles, which would have been OK but we never did anything slowly, so he would finally be running and I would flying around trying dearly to hold on against the centrifugal force and balancing at the same time on a skateboard, until the point that you couldn't hold on any longer and would be thrown in all different directions, which again would have been OK except for the fact that if you went any other way but straight out away from the merry-go-round you would run into either the swings or the slide or a chain link fence. On this particular occasion I got the double whammy as I was thrown into the slide and bounced off it and hit the fence spraining my ankle and needing a few more stitches. Our family doctor probably paid off his house and car all due to me and would always get a good laugh and I would always get a sucker out of the deal. And once again I would get the same questions and I would give the same answers, until my Mom once said those famous words that I even used on my , "If your friend jumped off a bridge, would you do it too?" And of course the answer would be "NO", until the time that I was 16 and I was standing on the ledge of a bridge on the Wilson River with a rope that someone had attached to the bottom of the bridge in my hands, and with those words resonating in my head, I jumped off the side of the bridge swinging underneath and coming up on the other side about 20 ft above the bridge and 75 ft above the river and letting go, all the time thinking to myself that I guess that all this time I was wrong and the answer was actually "YES"!
My parent's, God rest their souls, did the best they could with what they had to work with and it may have taken years and many, many stitches and sprained or broken bones, but I finally knocked enough sense into myself! Common?, Not so sure, but sense anyway!!
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No Big Deal! What Could Possibly Go Wrong?
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Posted:Sep 10, 2013 5:31 pm
Last Updated:Sep 10, 2013 5:35 pm
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Common Sense.
Did anyone see where it went? It seems to be missing everywhere I look. People still driving with a phone glued to their ear, changing lanes without even checking to see if anyone is there and not even bothering with that little thing called a turn signal. Crossing busy intersections against the lights and not using the crosswalks. Riding bicycles down the middle of the street going the wrong way. You name it, it's everywhere!
In no other place is that more prevalent than in Washington D.C. with our elected leader's as it seems nobody has any and don't really seem to care! But as I said before, politics are best left to those who are dishonest and have no conscience!
For the longest time I didn't have any either, which I blame on me for not using my own brain, my parents who, looking back, did quite a few questionable things which left impressions on me, and of course the old scapegoat, Television.
As we grow and learn as we are like sponges that absorb information and images that shape us as we mature, so when common sense is not used on a regular basis it becomes the norm. Television perpetuates that by showing unrealistic and outrageous images which if not properly explained, can be miss con-screwed and thought to be the norm or acceptable way of doing things. Granted, It is up to the individual to know the difference between what is real and fiction, but without that parental explanation to help one is left up to their own interpretation.
I remember going camping when I was little, and in the morning my Dad would build the fire by stacking wood the the fire ring with no paper and dowsing the wood with Coleman"s Stove fuel and standing back and flicking matches at it until there was a humongous whoosh and viola instant roaring fire. So I didn't understand why I got in trouble because I lit the BBQ in the same manner. I mean no one told me that you don't light a BBQ that way and Dad always sprayed a crap load of lighter fluid on it and stood back and flicked matches at it so what was the difference? Other than the fact I started the back yard on fire, I did everything he did! Well. maybe not everything.
I also remember the first time I saw Evel Knievel when he jumped the school buses on his motorcycle which prompted me the very next day to make a ramp out of plywood resting up against the rear end of the neighbor's car and attempting to jump it on my archaic bicycle not even coming close to clearing it, but instead my rear wheel went through the windshield, stopping my bike and flipping me over the handlebars and coming down face first on the pavement, and after 6 stitches later I got in trouble again for doing only what I had seen.
And when skateboards first came out they were mere planks of wood with metal wheels screwed into them and you had to make sure that you were pointed into right direction as you could not turn them and if you were going to fast, as we were all the time, you had to bail off the thing to avoid hitting a parked car or the curb. I thought I'd be smart one day and grab onto the bumper of the neighbor's car and get a free ride forgetting that not only you can't steer but you can't stop either, so when he stopped I rolled up and over the car. Imagine his surprise to see a coming out of nowhere rolling off the top of the car onto the hood and then down to the pavement! 8 stitches later I got in trouble again and my Dad made me watch as he burned my skateboard in the already burned up BBQ.
So, you see, Life imitates art in it's purest form! Just ask Me!
---To be continued---
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It's Just A Crying Shame Isn't It?
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Posted:Sep 9, 2013 4:19 pm
Last Updated:Sep 9, 2013 4:26 pm
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Well, If you have been following along with the scheduled programming you have probably figured out that I'm not afraid to say what's on my mind, especially when confronted with stupidity. I also seem to have this problem of interjecting myself into situations that really don't concern me, probably from too much time on my hands when I'm not at work and being alone all the time. But, I like to think that in some way I'm lending my wisdom, past experiences, and observations all be it sometimes when they're not wanted. I'm not a buttinsky, and really for the most part I tend to keep my distance but sometimes my mouth over-runs my brain and things escape when they shouldn't. Case in point:
I was in the grocery store the other day and off in the distance you could hear the sound of a young screaming bloody murder. Now, being a parent myself, I found myself gravitating to the sound like a comes to a whistle, and when I came across where the screaming was coming from I was taken back by the sight of this little 4 yr, old girl hanging on to the bottom bar of the shopping cart being dragged along the floor in her pretty little dress, by her mother who was apparently determined to get the shopping done come hell or high water. I remember the times when my would act up in the store and I left many a cart full of merchandise, to take them home and deal with whatever the problem was in my own way in the privacy of our home instead of in front of the public eye.
I have to hand to this woman though as she refused to give in in any sense of the word and funny enough her little girl wasn't going to either! I couldn't help but notice that people were staring, some in dis-belief at what they were witnessing and others in disgust at the fact that the mother would drag her through a grocery store. But the one who was staring the hardest with a sheepish grin on his face was the janitor who was looking at the path in which this little girls dress was cleaning the floor for him, and far be it from me to allow somebody else to do his job for him even if it wasn't done on purpose, so I sprung into action! It suddenly hit me that I remembered how particular my own little girl was when she got to wear one of her pretty dresses, so I walked up to this woman, who you could tell was at her wits end, and I stopped her and asked if I could talk to her little girl for just a second and she looked at me like I just escaped from some mental institution but reluctantly agreed so I bent down to the little girl's level who now had temporarily stopped screaming and I said Hi and that it was such a shame that she was ruining the prettiest dress that I had ever seen. I pointed to the janitor and told her that she was making him sad because she was doing his job for him and because she was doing that he would have no money and have to live under a tree. I'm no shrink, just had a couple of my own and I remembered how sad they got when they saw homeless people and I explained to the best of my ability how come they had no home to live in. Well believe it or not it seemed to work as the little girl stood up and looked down at her now dirty dress and glanced over at the janitor and grabbed her mother's hand and looked up and said that she was sorry and wanted mommy to wash her dress so that man over there would have a home to go to. The woman, now with the most puzzled look on her face, said "Thank-you?" as they disappeared around the corner and the people that were staring were now staring at me and I said "What? That little girl didn't want him to be homeless! That's all" and off I went, forgetting everything I went to the store for in the first place but at least with a sense of accomplishment even if it was just for a second as a woman that was staring spoke up and said that "I should have minded my own business", to which I replied, "And give you something to gossip about? Not a chance! Get a life!" to which she rolled her eyes and walked off in a huff.
Take that DR. Phil!!!
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What Do Ya Think? Out To Lunch For Sure!
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Posted:Sep 8, 2013 7:47 pm
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Alright, I'm going to take a stab at this subject so hold all the hate mail, as I told you before that everyone is fair game including myself!
Stereotypes.
Why is it that we as a collective tend to stereotype those that only do what it is that comes natural to them? Or because they don't fit our preconceived ideas of what we've been told is the norm, or they do and say things differently we cast them into another light?
Have we become so intolerant as group so as not to include others that are different for fear as their ideas and mannerisms will change us in some way? I think not, I believe that because when we don't understand or comprehend the mannerisms of others it is easier to place them into groups instead of really looking into what makes others do what they do.
I may be wrong, wouldn't be the first time, and may be off base some but I never said I was even in the ballpark to begin with, but I must say there are some funny ones out there! So here we go!
One of my all time favorites is that all Cops love donuts! While I'm sure there are a few, OK maybe a lot, that enjoy the deep fried and glazed delights, how can anyone say they all like them? Just because every time I go by the local donut shop there is a cop car out front doesn't mean that the whole force likes donuts because if that was true then all the cop cars would be parked there and the blinds would be pulled down with the open sign turned to closed at 10:00 in the morning!
Who is the idiot that said all Blonds are dumb? That can't be true because I know of at least two that aren't. They know how to change a light bulb and don't talk like a Valley Girl. What the hell is a Valley Girl anyway? See another stereotype! They don't continue to go in circles when lost and actually ask for directions, all be it from those I wouldn't talk to. Another one! And they don't get confused with over and under trying to change the toilet paper because they have a Bidea for a toilet.
Where is it written that all black people like and eat fried chicken and watermelon? I know quite a few that don't! I can't ever remember going into KFC and seeing any black people for that matter! Is it because their chicken isn't to their liking? I don't think so and every time I'm in the local grocery store I see more white people buying fried chicken and watermelon and black people buying steaks and chops! That's one of the reasons I'm on a diet as I love it all!! I think that one came from the South! Just a guess.
And speaking of the South, You guy's bring it on yourself unfortunately, and I know that not all of what is said is true, but most all of the NASCAR races are in the South, the majority of all alcohol is made in the South as well as most all firearms, so if you do the math: 1+1+1= if the shoes fits! You guy's get such a bum and it's all Jeff Foxworthy's fault! Because us people in the Northwest don't have anything else to go on unless you want us to use the movie Deliverance.
Now I want you all to know that there is not a prejudice bone in my body as I see everyone for who they are, but it's just funny to me how easy these things begin and perpetuate over time!
Sorry but, Not all Irish are drunks, although every time I go by the local pub it's packed. Not all Spanish people come from large families, OK that ones a lie cause every Spanish person I know, and I know a lot, all come from a large family. Not all camel's like Wednesday. And finally, Not all Asian people are whizzes with electronics, or at least the ones I know aren't.
Stereotypes are everywhere, and it's up to each individual to stop perpetuating them and see everyone in the same light and I think this country would be a much better place to live!!!
So with all that said, I give you this:
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Was There A Brain Between Us?
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Posted:Sep 7, 2013 7:47 pm
Last Updated:Sep 10, 2013 11:42 am
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I wrote this last night and hit a button and it disappeared which almost made me cry as it was a lot of typing!
So, I'll try it again and see what happens!
I told you that I have done my fair share of crazy things and I though it only fair since I kind of pick on others who do the things that I find outlandish and crazy that I tell you a few of them.
It's kind of funny you know, as I get older I tend to not take the chances that I used to. I mean a few years ago I would probably the first in line to get on that ride on the top of the Stratosphere in Las Vegas, but now you'd be dragging me kicking and screaming just to get me to the top as I just don't like heights the way I used to. I like to think that I'm getting wiser but unfortunately I think a little more about my mortality and also I just don't have the stomach like I used to.
Looking back though, I find it amazing how when we are young we think that we are invincible and wear an invisible shield around us that keeps us from any harm when in all honestly were just one step from serious injury or possibly death. Here are a couple of example's.
One of the worst whippings I ever received was when I got caught doing what I was forbidden to ever do again which was par for the course for me growing up. But in my defense I grew up in a time when in the morning you would tell your parents you were going out to play and they would give a certain time to be home or just be home before dark which left my friends and I plenty of time to find all kinds of ways to entertain ourselves. But anyway, there was a huge pond at a park that we would play at and these whispering willow trees lined the pond and we found that if you shinny up these 50 ft. trees, you could bend them back to the ground and have your friend hold on to the top and then shinny back to the middle and hold on for dear life as they would let go and the tree would whip you back and forth. We called it "riding the willows" as that was exactly what you did until we figured out that if you let go at the right time the tree would propel you about 100 yards straight out over the pond and you would crash land into the water. It never dawned on us that if you didn't hold on tight or let go just right that you would literally face smack the tree repeatedly probably knocking out all of your teeth and re-arranging your face. Well my dad came looking for me one day and caught us doing this and told me in no uncertain words that if he caught me doing this insane act again I would seriously regret it. Of course we all did the yea,yea.yea when mom and dad said things but he was very serious which made me even more determined to continue our fun. We got smart, or thought we did, and always made sure that we would only do this activity when our parents were working and always have dry clothes to put on before we went home. Everything was going swimmingly well until the day my dad came home early from work and of course just happened to drive by right when I let go of the tree. After coming up from underwater I looked over to the shore and my heart literally stopped as I saw him standing there.
I still laugh to this day not because of the whipping but of how we thought we were going to get over on our parents just as my tried to do to me!
I can't tell you how many bicycle's I went through growing up but I went through quite a few as on the other side of the park was this hill that was tri-terraced. Now this was not your ordinary hill, this was a monster that had a 47 degree incline that was almost a mile in length and was a kick in the pants to ride, if that's what you called it, down. I didn't have the bikes that they do today, I had an original Schwinn Bicycle and man was that thing rigid! There was no suspension on that thing and the seat was a nut buster if you went over a bump too fast but it was heavy and could fly! You would start at the top and go as fast as you could so when you hit the first terrace it would propel you straight out into the air and you would come down just in time to hit the second terrace which would propel you almost past the third because of the speed in which you've generated. The only problem was that you had to slam on the brakes because you had a really short distance to stop or you would run into the creek and hit the opposite cliff wall. If you couldn't stop you had to bail off the bike and hit the ground rolling while the bike crashed into the cliff side. I had so many cuts and bruises as well as dislocated fingers, sprained wrists, and ankles all from this well conceived idea of fun. I never got caught doing this but I finally ran out of excuses as to why my bikes was all messed up. I mean you can only get hit by so many cars before the red flags go up!
I honestly don't know how I survived my childhood but I look back and laugh, shaking my head as my dad so often did realizing he was actually shaking his head at me!!!!
So, you know a more about me and these are a couple of the more extreme things that I did until I learned about gun powder and it's explosive power which brought me a visit from the local sheriff. but that's a story for another day!
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"Do You Think It'll Fly?" "Not Sure Orville!"
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Posted:Sep 5, 2013 5:53 pm
Last Updated:Sep 5, 2013 8:22 pm
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So, Once again Picture this if you can!!
In some backyard garage somewhere in America, stands a group of young men gathered around what was once a perfectly good Acura 4-door Sedan that has been modified to look more like an aircraft than a motor vehicle. As the boy's stand and marvel in wonder at their creation, One speaks up and asks,"So, Whose gonna be the crash test dummy?", And before he can gets the word Dummy out of his mouth, everyones head turns towards him and in unison they all say "You are!, You built it!"
And in the time honored tradition that is taking the cowards out, He chime's up with the old stand-by of: "I would but my Dad would kill me!"
So, this expensive, waste of time and energy sits idle in the garage probably for the best as someone surely would be killed! The smartest idea these young men have had all day!!!
Over the top, It's the American way!!!!
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This One's For The Apple's Of My Eye's!!!
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Posted:Sep 1, 2013 6:53 pm
Last Updated:Sep 1, 2013 7:04 pm
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To all the single parents out there I wish to tip my hat to you and let you all know that all your hard work will not go unrewarded!
Raising two on my own and working full time was the hardest thing that I've ever done! I can't tell you how many times I just wanted to through in the towel, but because of the fact that their mother walked out and abandoned them when I was at work one day was not their fault, and they needed me just as much as I learned over time that I really needed them!
I remember the day's working 12 hr. shifts coming home in time for them to get up and my to watch his interactive cartoon which he looked so forward to each week, as my would bring me Barbie and ask me to dress her for her as I could barely hold my eyes open but some how I'd find a third and fourth wind, get them dressed and make breakfast for them before they would go to the neighbor's so I could get a few hours of sleep, just long enough to re-energize and get up and fix lunch and spend as much time as I could before going back to work.
My day's off were our day's they liked to call them as Daddy didn't have to go away and would be home all day and night to play and read their books or go to the park, swimming, or pretty much anything they wanted to do within reason and of course we could afford.
Early on we moved State to get away from the drama and distractions so that they could have a chance at a normal life of some sort. I divorced their mother and received full custody and we began our new life together.
All was not a bed of roses and there were times that I wanted to scream as will be , but they were held to taking responsibility for their own actions and were disciplined accordingly and I feel as though that was what made them into the successful individuals that they are today.
My was and is a very smart individual who quickly learned what he could and could not get away with and for the most part really never got into much trouble at all! He excelled and really loved school and was a joy to watch as he grew up to become an IT consultant for Microsoft in New York City.
My on the other hand was the complete opposite. It seemed from the moment that she could begin talking and walking she was hell bent on trying my patients and pushing me as far as she possibly could.
Basically she became a re-incarnation of my ex-wife in every way! It didn't matter what it was if you said it was black she said it was white. I swear growing up she spent more time standing in the corner, getting a spanking or being grounded and she didn't really seem to care. I really became worry some as even though daughters are Daddy's girls, still they need a female presence in their life and I was not interested in women. When she began school the nightmares really began as she would purposely act out and disrupt the classroom and I would find myself in the principles office on a daily basis. I explained our situation and asked for the school to please be patient as I was working with her and that I believed that because of her mother leaving as she did, she was acting out because of this. They said that possibly she may need professional help and maybe she did but I was not going to let some shrink screw her up some more and try and diagnose her with some disorder and put her on medication that she did not need!!
I'm telling you that she was on a path of self-destruction and no matter what I did good or bad she didn't seem to care as she was kicked out of three school's. What was my and her saving grace was a series of what I think to this day was a higher power stepping in to help as one day she just happened to walk into the band room by mistake in Junior High School and no one was around. She picked up a Clarinet and started to play it, badly but she was trying none the less. The Band teacher walked in and told her that she didn't have to leave and she could stay and try and play the instrument. I received a call at work from the school and of course thinking here we go again. I left work early as I had done so many other times and was prepared for the worst. When I walked into the principles office he and the Band teacher asked me to follow them and took me to the band observation area above the band room and to my complete amazement was my little girl sitting there quietly trying to play the Clarinet as she never tried to do anything. Well to make a very long story short, It took 4 instruments until She found the Violin and from the moment that she picked it up she could make that instrument sing! She never really did that well in school as far as grades go but received passing grades, but it was her High School Band teacher who did her the favor of her life as he knew an instructor from the Julliard's School of Music and helped her put together a Demo Tape and sent it off and she was awarded a try-out for the school. She tried-out and was accepted on the merits of her advanced ability to play the Violin and was given a 3/4 scholarship to attend and of course I took care of the rest by working 16 hr days with next to no day's off for years. I am proud to say that she graduated in the top one percent of her class and from there she received an invite to try-out for the Austrialan Philharmonic Orchestra for which she was awarded Second Chair Violinist. She has been with them and living abroad for the last 8 years and I couldn't be more happy and proud of her accomplishments and just recently she tried-out for and received the First Chair Honor's!!!
I write this not to brag about but only to tell you a little about my life and as they are my life, but to also give some hope to all the tired and stressed out single parents out there who like myself didn't have the help or support of another parent and is relying on themselves!
My message is quite clear, as Jimmy Valvano said before he died, "Don't give up!, Don't ever give up!!" The you raise may be the next President, or maybe the one who cures Cancer, but one thing is for sure, whatever they choose to do, support them, encourage them and don't be afraid to push them a little, and always know that you did the best that you could and that you never gave up, and for that I do believe you will be rewarded, if not now, but in the future!!!
Because after all, the are our future and the apple's of our eye's!!!!!!!!
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Ayes Gots Tha Ansure Bro!!!
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Posted:Aug 31, 2013 5:13 pm
Last Updated:Aug 31, 2013 7:11 pm
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Picture this again if you can!
Somewhere in the far corner of pick any state, sit two guy's on a bench seat of a 1967 Ford F150 pick-up truck which is bolted onto the porch of their cabin retreat. Sitting there with a cooler full of Bush beer and 12 crushed empties scattered around them they are having a serious discussion about the past and most recent episodes of The Walking Dead not to mention how real the movie Z was and what are the chances of Zombies attacking and what could they do to prepare themselves. The conversation grows ever more serious as the cooler quickly empties out as a pile of crushed beer cans has now grown when one guy turns to the other and say's,"I got an ATV, and a 50 Cal, what do you think we can do?"
And between the two of them this is what they came up with, cause apparently Zombies only chase you!!
Can you imagine pulling the trigger on this thing? I would hate to be the driver of the ATV or for that matter the Idiot that is pulling the trigger as the whole set-up is a disaster waiting to happen!!!
Yippie Cayay Motherf#$ker!!!
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