Monday, December 29, 2008


'member to click the header.
One of my friends has moved from the "whoop whoop" to the "never heard of that place" location.
Now, she's a nice lady and we wish her well, but a friend drove past the new homestead and couldn't resist taking this picture so her out of town friends could see her new abode.
You can see her blog at: Creek Journal
Tell her I sent you.
No, I don't know if that's her in the photo.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008


Would you let daughter date someone who looked like this?
Be sure to click the header. I can't help but feel most of these people are from New Mexico. (Paranoid, I guess.)
Anyway, our governator (one Bill Richardson) , apparently counting on two factors, thought he might get away with something where tax payer money was concerned. (The factors? 1. Nobody would notice. 2. The majority of New Mexicans fit the category of the header link.)
Ooooops Bill. You got caught. The Albuquerque Journal saw it and it seems more NMers are smarter than both you and I thought.
The part about this that is really amazing is that our President elect wasn't aware that the man he chose to be in charge of our economy seems to be a wastrel where tax payers are concerned. He feeds at the public trough as though there was no end and our new leader is not aware of it. Or maybe his "loyalty" to his fund raisers knows no bounds. There's an article in the Albuquerque Journal that will clarify this for you:
You may have to "register" but it's free.


I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas (I don't do "Seasons Greetings) and have plenty of meat and a horde of mice to catch and devour. P.S.: Back scratchings, ear cleanings and belly rubs are good too. Get plenty of them from your two legged slaves. They enjoy it. I've also seen to it that you have flowers for your tables. Just click the header and pick what you like.

Friday, December 19, 2008


Header's pretty good this time. Click it and smile.

OK, so one of our cats is a comedienne.

She just needs to remember who has the opposable thumbs here.

And who gets those cans of food she loves.

Thursday, December 18, 2008


Don't forget to click the header. Hehehehe. It's Rodney Dangerfield introducing a then new comic.

New Definitions To Learn

  • TRAFFIC LIGHT -- apparatus that automatically turns redwhen your car approaches.
  • PEOPLE -- some make things happen, some watch things happen,and the majority have no idea what's happened.
  • SELF-CONTROL -- the ability to eat only one peanut.
  • SALESMAN -- man with ability to convince wife she'd lookfat in mink.
  • EGOCENTRIC -- a person who believes he is everything youknow you are.
  • FOREIGN FILM -- any movie shown in a Texas theater that isn't a western.
  • OPERA: When a guy gets stabbed in the back and instead of bleeding he sings.
  • BUFFET: A French word that means "Get up and get it yourself."
  • TATTOO: Permanent proof of temporary insanity.

Here's a shocker:

Linda and Mary were up in the far north woods, out looking for a Christmas tree. They were all bundled up from head to toe, carrying their hatchets and a coil of rope to tie on and drag it back.

They had thought of everything. They were all set, but they couldn't find the right tree.

They searched for hours, slogging through knee-deep snow. The wind was blowing and the wolves were howling, but they persevered. Had to get that Christmas tree.

Finally, as the sun was beginning to head downward, one turned to theother and said, "That's it! I've had enough! The next tree we come to, we're going to cut it down, whether it's got lights on it or not!"

A recent bride called her mother one evening in tears.

"Oh, Mom, I tried to make Grandmother's meat loaf for dinner tonight, and it's just awful! I followed the recipe exactly, and I know I have the recipe right because it's the one you gave me. But it just didn't come out right, and I'm so upset. I wanted this to be so special for George because he loves meat loaf. What could have gone wrong?"

Her mother replied soothingly, "Well, dear, let's go through the recipe. You read it out loud and tell me exactly what you did at each step, and together we'll figure it out."

"OK," the bride sniffled. Well, it starts out, " Take fifty cents worth of ground beef . . . "

Bizarre December Holidays

  • December 21 is
  • Look At The Bright Side Day,
  • National Flashlight Day,
  • National French Fried Shrimp Day,
  • Hamburger Day
  • December 22 is National Date-Nut Bread Day
  • December 23 is Roots Day
  • December 24 is National Egg Nog Day
  • December 25 is National Pumpkin Pie Day
  • December 26 is National Whiners Day
  • December 27 is National Fruitcake Day
  • December 28 is Card Playing Day and National Chocolate Day
  • December 29 is Pepper Pot Day
  • December 30 is Festival Of Enormous Changes At The Last Minute and National Bicarbonate Of Soda Day
  • December 31 is Unlucky Day

I'm a fan of December 24....

Friday, December 5, 2008


Remember to click the header.
A lot of the sailors were still in their bunks, sleeping off their Saturday night in downtown Honolulu.
Others were getting ready for church services. Still more were finishing the Sunday breakfast that was always good food on the battleships.
Navy life was worthwhile. You got to sail all over the world while landlubbers in foreign, exotic ports admired your great battleships, your sparkling clean uniform and your athletic fitness. And you were convinced you were part of the greatest naval fleet ever to sail the oceans of the world. No other navy could compete with yours. Life was good.
The first wave of Japanese bombers and fighters struck shortly after 8 a.m. They, and the following flights, would do massive damage to the U.S. Pacific Fleet. They would kill more than 2,400 servicemen and civilians.
The President of the United States would ask Congress for a declaration of war the next day. Patriotic civilians lined up at recruiting offices for all military branches, each man hoping he would pass the physical exam. As I understand it, there has never been, before nor after, a surge of volunteering as huge as this. Americans were showing their patriotism. And that, kiddies, is why Americans won the Second World War.
I held this post back until now, because I wanted to see how our once great nation would recognize today. A few sentences on a news net work (apologizing for Japan's sneak attack) then no more. Channels such as TCM, History, CSPAN2, A&E, AMC all seemed to ignore today. And it happened to fall on a Sunday. The only movies or factoid shows on any of these stations concerned Nazi Germany and did not even mention Japan's vicious part in that war.
It took a while for me to understand why. For some reason (and I despise why I am thinking this) Our President Elect chose today, Sunday, December 7, to reveal his appointment of a Japanese American (born in Hawaii) as Veterans Affairs Secretary.
So? Well, retired general Eric K. Shinseki is the Japanese American.
So? This is nothing but a calculated slap in the face to all the veterans, living and dead, who defended this country from the Japanese in WW II.
I am quite sure that Mr. Shinseki is a total American and proud of it. This is not about him. It is, rather, a tirade against Mr. Obama whose lack of thinking betrays his shallowness and ability to fly in the face of respect and tradition.
He does not even recognize the men and women we can for our being able to speak and read and write English as our native tongue. (No thanks to the Mexican government, though. They refused to join the Allied Forces and sat back and got rich from war goods trading.)
Mr. Barack Obama, what were you thinking? Shame on you.
Lordy, what a start to a new order.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008


I'm sorta sure you'll be receptive to the video hidden under the header. Give it a click. For a starter on my conspiracy (Capital C?) theory, please let me point out something: If you're a bear, you get to hibernate.You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that. Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that, too. If you're a female bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you're sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that. If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them, too. I could deal with that. If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat...I wanna be a bear. Now for the balance of my CT. No, that doesn't mean Connecticut. Means Conspiracy Theory. Ahem. Sure, liberals all want the "assault-rifle" ban instituted. However, those with knowledge of past governmental actions understand that that kind of ban grows slowly over the years until it becomes all encompassing, all powerful and all in control of us. Unless we act, the second Amendment will be lost behind court cases forever. One small example of growth beyond reason is that of the Feds making a "humanitarian" appeal to supply the poor children with a half pint of milk in the 1950's. Who could say no to such a small human kindness, especially since the U.S. over produced so much milk it had to be dumped down sewers to get rid of it? (I come from Wisconsin. I saw it.) Well, in any case, fellow taxpayer and electee and citizen, from that 1/2 pint of milk, see who now controls our schools. See who is now responsible for the failure rate of our children. See who really selects the failing curriculum for your kids. It isn't you any more. Government employees in any bureau have a tendency, in order to protect their sinecures, of enlarging and expanding the scope of what they were set up to do. Like Topsy they just grow. They grow until the top people are insulated from the taxpayers by so many layers of departments and minions that they can no longer be contacted by us insignificant voters. It's an old way of making one's career safe and secure. And it is self propagating. Investigate some agencies yourself. The TV show (which I watched fervently and thankfully for its intelligent scripting and fine acting, I add) The West Wing, pointed out in an earlyish episode that a ban on automatic weapons would sooner or later open the door to a ban on all privately owned guns for the citizens. Did you vote for a person who seems to have this mind? It's strange (maybe not, I am only one voter) but none of the enquiring emails I have submitted to the Obama-Biden camps have received a response. I asked if they intended to end tenure for school teachers. No answer yet. I asked if they intended to seek a ban on automatic guns. No answer yet. I asked if they meant to erase the Federal Reserve Bank from the country. No answer yet. I asked if they intended to seek any changes in Federal Election Commission powers. No answer yet. I asked if they intended to put a limit on campaign spending. No answer yet. There were more questions. None have received any reply other than a random email or two stating they had received my email and it would be sent to the concerned department. What concerned Department? They didn't say. Maybe they meant the FBI. Are we really looking toward "multiculturalism, bilingualism, moral chaos and educational nullity."? Check out this Brit writer's opinion (no, I don't usually accept aliens judgements of American elections, But after my discounts of items, I still find his analysis vibrant and stirring): .

Thursday, November 20, 2008


There's a something under the header that seems to prove if you don't have television you can find plenty to do. Click and see.
It's time I ran a rant (I don't hardly ever do that, I'm told). (But then I have been told I've got good looking legs, too.)
I was raised way back when all TV was in black and white. Advertisers were more careful about their claims, too. Well, mainly. I mean, every cigarette brand claimed it was the mildest. Every car claimed it was the best and most reliable. Every beer said it was the best tasting and smoothest. And so on. And on.
But it was nothing like the horrendous television of today.
We had Roller Derby, but nothing like the bloody fake of modern wrestling. We had baseball games, but we didn't have commercials every half inning. And the players didn't take drugs of any kind. Well, we knew some of them emulated Babe Ruth and trained on beer, though.
Married couples had to have separate beds. No cuddling up in the same sheets. (I sometimes wondered how they managed to have children. If he crept over to her bed or she to his.)Comedians didn't need to use curse words and off color phrases to make audiences laugh. You laughed because they were actually funny.
Football was a fun sport built on talent. There weren't commercials that showed up every time a football was kicked or a time out called. Or a player injured. Or just because. We could really enjoy watching a game.
When a star showed up on their own show, they were applauded at the end of the show so that they knew we liked the show and their performance. We weren't held to ransom before they would let us see what they were offering. If a "star" wanted our praise , they had to earn it first.(Yeah, some shows didn't deserve much in the way of applause. Same as today.)
Newscasts had real news stories. Not fluff, not mainly weather reports that really didn't say anything. Bad readings and mispronunciationswere corrected before they went on air, statements that were obviously biased and misleading were vetted carefully. The 30 minute shows were not filled with way too many ads (most of them to tell us less than intelligent viewers that their station was the best).
There were real heroes (at least for the kids) on TV then, too. Hopalong, Matt Dillon, Superman (without the sexual angle) and on and on. Clean living and straight arrows. There were no junkie detectives, no mentally confused sex crime solvers, no cops hampered about who were the real bad guys, nor what they were guilty of. (You know, like it is in real life.)
We survived without shows that had guests fist fighting for the slack jawed audience's pleasure. All shows insisted that featured players use the mid-west accent because that was most easily understood by the vast majority of Americans. There was no hope of success for TV that ignored easily understood English.
Yes, there were mediocre shows (a head of the FCC once called television a "vast wasteland" in a formal speech to Congress). For the most part, these survived one season only. Shows that had valid morality to teach in a palatable manner lasted for a number of seasons.
An interesting article:
The state of Maine gave a test to about 15,000 eighth-graders to assess their writing skills, including their ability to form a logical position.
When the state refused to release the results, a newspaper filed a Freedom of Information Act request and learned that 78 percent of the kids failed, which was 50 percent more than failed the test the previous year.
Maine's Department of Education explained the results were "inconclusive", and they discarded them because students reacted emotionally to the test.
"Kids got ticked off at the [question]," explained Education Commissioner Susan Gendron, "so it was not an accurate reflection of their writing skills." The essay-based test asked the students to support or refute the statement, "Television may have a negative impact on learning."
It is also a bit amazing how defense attorneys can, in one instance, claim their client was affected by all the violence on TV and in another case, claim their defendant just could not be affected by the TV violence. And win the respective cases. Somewhere, a big duh needs to be added to that.
But my very biggest gripe is about advertising on the one eyed monster. Seemingly not satisfied with 30% or more of the air time being taken up by commercials, now the stations are advertising throughout the shows we're trying to enjoy. They drop their obnoxious logos on the screen, then run an ad above or along side of it and the, gentle reader, have the nerve and crassness to stick another ad next to that conglomeration. A solid strip of advertising that, in my case make me resolve to NOT watch theadvertised show and have reservations about tuning that station in again. But the majority are doing that now. What part of "Quit trying to ruin my enjoyment of this show. Save your advertising for a specified slot."
And that goes for football, too. Keep your damned (sorry, Scarlett) ads for a proper place. It is time the American people rose up and in a loud voice screamed "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore!"
Where's Newton Minow now? We need someone like him.

Monday, November 10, 2008

REMEMBERING YOUR VETERAN Click the header for the classic poem on Veterans' Day. . The picture here shows part of a 100 combine assault on a wheat field. And what has that to do with Vet's Day? Well, the men and women who have served in our wars came home with a knowledge that Machiavellian attitudes were much too ugly and vicious and gory to be applied in our civilian lives. They learned that making a combined effort to solve the logistics would carry the day. The people building the machines, those sending the machines to the field, those gathering the fuel and so on, had to work as one with those actually doing the dirty work. It would need everyone working toward one thing to make it come together for victory of any kind. . Now, more than ever before, we need to find common ground and work together. .

Tuesday, November 4, 2008


You might need to click the header after this. It's the first Tuesday in November. Perhaps the day we learn about who our next President will be. I'm holding this posting, waiting to see what is going to be and hoping that I will not need to use it. . That's a pretty ugly caricature, to me. Was sent from Australia by a close friend. Didn't say where she got it from. . I know that oh so many of the younger generation have virtually no knowledge of the Watts Riots, the Chicago Riots, the New York Riots and the many others that occurred after Martin Luther King was slain by a loony toon. It was horrendous. And to make it worse, while most Americans liked and admired him for his stand on civil rights, they despised the many riots that became an excuse for looting and "getting stuff" that the rioters didn't own. . Many businesses were wiped off the scene because of the destruction. Innocent shopkeepers and employees no longer had a business to ply, wages to earn, money for normal expenses. And that was for an orator and believer in a Christian life style. A great man, an American Ghandi. . We all lost when that inane assassination took place. Not just black people. Not just white people. Not just yellow people. All of us. Another voice for sanity was stilled. . It's now the day after the election. . Another thing that bothers me is the continual referral to President-elect Obama as being "black". As I understand his heritage, his father was black, his mother white. I am not sure how that makes him black. Math taught to me early in my education said that if 50% was all one thing and the other 50% was all another thing, they could be referred to as "one". So why is he never referred to as our White President-elect? He's as much white (elitist, snobbish) as he is black (user, fast talker). See? Bad words to describe both situations. Do they apply? . But "black" is the way he is being seen. There are many (too many) blacks who think that their particular situation is going to magically become better because of half his color. Their are many (too many) whites who think that their beliefs will magically come true because of half his color. It ain't gonna happen, folks. . It's interesting to see that virtually all of the blogs by young people (and older ones) on his side, will, sooner or later, bring up the color question, beating their chests, either sneering at their elders (a common affliction among those learning to think) or denigrating them in some other manner. My question? If color doesn't mean anything to you, then why do you even mention it? After all, I don't care if my new car has six coats of paint or seven. Nor do I care if my new computer has a gray or white CPU case. . What I do care about and what I am concerned with is the highly possible event of an assassination attempt on our new President. Yeah, I supported the other guy, but there is no way I want the trauma of that kind of event. I didn't dislike the victor that much. . There are terrible scenes that come to mind, should he be slain by the screwloose haters of black people. The psychology of these individuals doesn't interest me. What does is the psychology of the black people and their allies from other races. It could lead to armed and vicious riots throughout the country. People like Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton would not help defuse the situation but would most likely inflame it. The toll would be enormous. Old friendships would be destroyed. Theft, banditry, arson and looting would prevail. Our country would be immersed in another virtual civil war. We wouldn't need our armies in the middle east. We would need them here, in our country. Picture it yourself. . I am very, very concerned. Let us hope I am wrong. . I hope our new President is not going to name Billy Richardson to anything more inspiring than fourth assistant to assistant placing. On the other hand, he could use the services of Terry Tamminen.

Thursday, October 23, 2008


No, it isn't the seeming love birds nor the seeming back stabbers. I swear Bill looks like he's plotting against Obamamama. . (Bill also looks fat, old and unkempt to me. But what do I know? I'm only a voter.) But I do get to make a choice. Herewith my choices and my reasoning. Oh, don't forget to click on the header.
  1. Obamamama wants us to give up our right to legally carry concealed weapons. Yep. He said so. Like Buck and FHB and Lin, I have no intention of turning in my permit. You see, we have read the Constitution and its Amendments, The Bill of Rights and people like Paine, Washington, Adams, Franklin and so on. And we've come to accept them as wise, wise people. The big O is from Chicago. Many years ago when I really, really loved everything about Chicago, even I wondered if I shouldn't have been carrying then.
  2. I know about big government expanding its sayso just to protect those who have fallen into cushy, good paying government jobs. The principle behind this is to make one's bureau so big, so complicated, with so many employees, that the average citizen gives up trying to get to you after the frustration mounts over his/her head and cascades down like rain from a hurricane. Or CYAWP. I gave up with Internal Revenue years ago. There is no chance that government bureau in charge of concealed weapons won't expand. Like Topsy.
  3. Clicking on the header takes one to Jack Cashill's admittedly muckraking page. But it talks about big O and retired terrorist (did I write that? Retired?) Bill Ayers. There seems to be a lot of truth bared in his reviews of Obamamama. There's a page of his essays(?) available at .
  4. I don't know about y'all (ooops linguistic slip) but I am tired of the people I elect to the Presidency or Congressional offices lying through their teeth to me. Yes, oral sex is indeed sex. Yes, weapons of mass destruction mean nuclear (not nucular) to me. Yes, breaking and entering is a violation of law and makes one a crook. Yes, allowing people to break American immigration laws is a crime. And on and on.
  5. I am sick of the lack of reasoning on voters parts when they don't seem to be able to recognize the obvious fact that unless the entire electoral system is changed, we the people are the ones who will suffer. (Actually neither candidate seems to see the need to end No Child Left Behind, teacher tenure and poor performance from teachers.) Give us back our schools Mr. would be President.
  6. I'm an old creeky male now, but I have lived through two Presidents dying in office. Franklin Delano Roosevelt when I was a pup (I used to listen to his fireside chats, well, my parents saw to it that I sat and listened) and John Fitzgerald Kennedy shot to death by at least one sniper. Neither of these events caused anything but grief and sorrow among the people of the United States. (I beg your pardon, one of them gave us a great President, the other a thief and scoundrel. No, figure it out yourself,) I do not want to witness a third such event. I will have to give McCain the edge in living out one term. I am afraid that O would not survive the sniper attack. We have a lunatic fringe (fringe? Hell, CNN says more than a third of the population will hate a black President. Viciously.) that still doesn't want blacks to have equality. But having written “A steady attack on the white race . . . served as the ballast that could prevent the ideas of personal and communal responsibility from tipping into an ocean of despair” is not a phrase to calm the lion's heart. Bill Ayers needed to choose his words more carefully. Unless he has a hidden agenda.
  7. The chances of my ever casting a vote for slobby looking governator Bill Richardson are found in between infinitesimal and none. The man is a carpet bagger. Have a look, have a listen, have a read. New Mexico should apologize to the other 49 for this fiasco. Sorry, America.
  8. OK. then it is McCain and Palin for me. Richardson gets my vote to be returned to Mexico. Revenge can be sweet.
  9. One more reason for my vote: I see no motivation (other than perhaps some jealousy) for the vicious and uncalled for attacks on Ms. Palin. You see, I can remember a neck tie salesman who didn't have much knowledge of how things worked in Washington suddenly having the Presidency thrust on him. And of his becoming one of the best Presidents America has ever had.

Monday, October 13, 2008


Before the eulogy, you might want to click on the header. It's something for everybody. My parents told me about Mr. Common Sense early in my life and told me I would do well to call on him when making decisions. It seems he was always around in my early years but less and less as time passed by. Today I read his obituary. Please join me in a moment of silence in remembrance, for Common Sense had served us all so well for so many generations. Common Sense Obituary Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Aspirin, sun lotion or a Band-Aid to a student, but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault.Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm a Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing. Author unknown The above are, indeed, my feelings about the coming elections. Here in Albuquerque and New Mexico, we have men and women who want to be elected or re-elected when they have shown themselves to be, at best, just mediocre. When they have leaned over backwards not to prosecute criminals (it's easier to plea bargain -- you don't have near as much work) but they go after patriots with a vengeance. We allow illegal aliens to come and go as they please and even to have major gun fights on American soil to the point that Americans are afraid to leave their homes. We allow legal aliens to bleed our coffers demanding and getting food stamps, housing and medical care from the taxpayers. We think it's ok to hear constant haranging via our radios and TV sets denigrating other Americans without backing up the statements. We accept the interminable advertising that becomes mind numbing, when all we wanted was to be entertained by the TV sets we have paid for. We accept the shoddy merchandise, the poisonous food and the poor workmanship from other countries in the name of "trade". We think the utter disregard for our health as practiced by the gasoline and diesel fuel companies allowing volatile emissions, a cost we must all pay for the pleasure of driving our cars, when we know it doesn't need to be. We accept the pleasure of putting our great, great, great grandchildren into debt because greedy companies are in financial trouble and we must bail out the multi billionaires. We patiently sit waiting for any kind of medical help while the doctors in "carpet alley" fatten themselves over our misery and the almost incompetent assistance they offer. We listen to the interminable listings of recordings when phoning a company in the hope that, sooner or later, we might get a real person to give us some help. Only to have someone whose reason for being in the system is that English is their second (or third) language and no, they don't understand what we are saying any more they we understand what they are saying. We tolerate "political correctness" to the point of absurdity, but we are cowed by the noise the minorities make if we ignore it. Whether their view is correct or not. We are required to pay for TV stations we don't want. Even in languages we cannot read, write nor speak. We are being spied upon by faceless beings, who may or may not have morals we would approve of. Every telephone call, every web site we visit, every email or IM we use is open to these unidentied and unwelcome listeners. Our streets have cameras on them, telling the spies if we even dare to pass gas.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008


There's a little shock item you might be interested in when you click the header. It seems to me rather Machiavellian in the worst sense of that term. It purports to tell you what you're worth to your country. Not sure if I believe that article. . An apology for my failure to continue the saga of the Beagle and her youthful "scientist" herewith. The death of someone you almost met, but had admiration for, can be most unsettling. Here's to you, Mark. . There are many things I find disquieting about the "theory" of evolution. And many things I find satisfying. Well, some things, anyway. It seems strange that we willingly accept that various "species" of mankind existed side by side, interbred, did (or did not) discriminate against each other (how would you really know?) Killed each other in the equivalent of modern wars, got along peacefully and learned from each other, ate the same foods, did not eat the same foods, drew cave paintings, did not draw them and on and on and on. . Dichotomy's abound. Since it seems to me that if other beings can draw conclusions based on opinions, so can I. So can you. In fact we can have a plethora of opinions, if we want to. How about writing a post on whether or not (including why) you believe as you do? Is the theory of relativity true or are the facts bent to conform to someone's wishes? Please do not bring religion into the discussion (I'm composing a post about that, too.), but stay in young Mister Darwin's theory. . Dang it, trouble with Blogger. Posting this now (I hope).

Sunday, July 6, 2008


Here is an artist's conception of what the Beagle looked like off the Galapagos Islands. (I absolutely love the tall ships.)
Like the pictures painted, not from memory, but from other's conceptions of what once was. And the influence(s) of their lives and those lives who had gone before them.
Which is why I do not accept any "pictures" of the great religious leaders (or any others) whose conceptualization came after they had died and were long gone from being seen.
And why I have trouble accepting "pictures" of various animals and homo erectus (or whatever) as looking like "so" and "so". There isn't any way we can ever really know (until we get time travel -- another pet peeve of mine) and we can say "Oh, her hair was black, his was red". "Their skin color was light brown, the others was more pink and those others were green." So please don't tell me the dinosaur was brownish with a red coxcomb over its nose. My theory doesn't accept your version.

Friday, July 4, 2008


Happy Birthday, U.S.A. Clicking the header doesn't bring you funny nor attractive news. Instead, it's an article letting us know that we have some serious business to see to. There's just one more thing you might not have heard about. It's at this link: I need to sing or at least listen to "Over The Rainbow".

Tuesday, July 1, 2008


Before I forget, there's a link under the header.

Happy Canada Day!

Tuesday, June 24, 2008


Albuquerque at dusk, from the west. That river in the foreground is the Rio Grande. The mountains are called the Watermelon Mountains by we (us?) natives. They do gather a faint coloring and shape reminiscent of watermelons at different times of the day.
Be sure to click on the header. I got a kick out of it.
A new facet has been added to Salome's story. Remember, she's 22 years old. Yesterday morning she appeared at our door looking horrendous. Once more. The thought went through my mind that her brother, Hakim, had gotten physical again. But that was not the case. Nope. She had given blood in a blood drive and it was the first time in her life she had done so.
The crook of one of her arms was heavily bandaged and she didn't want to show me. But I also saw bandages on the backs of each of her hands and one on her other arm. So I coaxed her to take them off and when she did, I saw what I could only consider some amateurish attempt at sticking her with various needles. Apparently the damage done to the crook of her arm was a misguided attempt (the first time) to find a vein. She told us that the girl looking for the vein couldn't find one and finally called someone else to help. That nurse had no trouble locating a good vein -- in her other arm.
But that had not caused this downturn in her health. Apparently she had felt dizzy and almost fainted. So a doctor was summoned (he should be ashamed of himself if the story we were told is true) and he said he detected a heart murmur and she needed to see a specialist. Now, instead of having one the nurses there call the heart specialist and make the appointment for her, they gave her a piece of paper with instructions on what to ask for and the phone number of a doctor.
So, we read the paper (I kept my big mouth shut about the cavalier attitude of this so-called healer) and told her how to handle the call. She was told this particular doctor was not working that day and they couldn't help her until late in July when she could call for an appointment. Never mind that the first doctor had told her to tell them it needed to be done in less than a week. That was ignored. So she called the first doc's office and told them her problem and asked for help. They gave her the name and number of another medico.
They didn't offer to call for her. She has an appointment with him Monday.
Now, it seems to me that if one of my doctors told me I had to see a heart specialist immediately, he would also have had his staff make the appointment for me.
So this lack of accommodation sounds like discrimination to me. And not because Salome is a female.
Wild Thing and I  got her car back here and her daddy showed up later that day ands took her to his home where it is assumed she will be babied and cared for by her family.
Oh, yeah, she and her father have made up (which cooled off the brothers). I guess Daddy is the final say so in Arabic families practicing Islam. It is easy to see that he really does love his daughter and wants the best for her. But he is also bound by the thousands of years of the practice of their religion. The man must have a lot of pent up confusion in his life, considering the conflicts of Iraqism and Americanism (I like making up my own words) that are built into the two countries.
We are concerned that an extremely bright, 22 year old kid, has a heart murmur. I'm sure her Mom and Dad are also.
This post is an interim post to let you know what is going on. The discussion on Darwinism will continue next post (God willing and the Creek Don't Rise).

Monday, June 16, 2008


I meant to get this picture of a Canadian hammer up before Father's Day, but somehow I think it is still appropriate. . Don't forget to click the header. Something really different this time. . There have been many things going at the old homestead. Some of them you wouldn't want to hear about, others I want to tell you about. . Old nosy here has been been reading and trying to add two and two. It ain't as easy as you might think. Shucks, I might have gotten 6 and 7/8ths for an answer. That's a hat size? Drat. Not too many men wear hats anymore. (Nor do the ladies, bless 'em.) . First, a story about some neighbors who came to America from Iraq. Legally. Green cards and all. I haven't asked, but I believe they were refugees from Sadam's rule. The names I use are fictional. Not even close to their real names. The young lady, call her Salome, knocked on our door one evening asking for help. (I'll call this brother Hakim. See Oklahoma! for source.) I'm not used to dealing with young women wearing a scarf over their heads in our hot climate. So I needed some assistance. . Now, Wild Thing has a heart bigger than anything you have ever seen. She invited Salome in, immediately found out what the young lady was suffering from and got out various generic OTC meds, heating pad, ice pack container, blankets and various and sundry other things designed to repair the evils that afflict human's bodies. And instructions on how to use all of them. In fact, she began the treatments in our home and took the the young lady back to her apartment and did some more of her magic. Wild Thing is a Caregiver. Of majestic and thorough proportions. When she got back home, she had forgotten other things that Salome might need so went back with them. WT raised four children and somehow managed to repair and mend and fix them good enough so that they are all successful even in this crappy economy. Anyway, the next evening, there was this faint knock on the door and there was Salome with a plate of Mid East food for both of us. She told us that she was feeling much better and had made dinner for her brother and herself and had enough to share with us. WT had also located a couple of other things to help Salome weather the illness. Oh, the food? We're not sure what it was (chicken, some veggies we weren't familiar with and yellowish rice all mixed together). We didn't tell her that Wild Thing's idea of spicy food is Kentucky Fried Chicken Original. I had to sacrifice myself and eat it all (over three days) by myself alone. (The food was different, a little interesting and much too hot for my Darling.) . Over the next few days, Salome improved and regained her usual strength and well being. And she began visiting us regularly. Wild Thing had made another conquest. (People love her immediately. The same people who are afraid of me. And I'm the pussy cat.) . We listened to her tell us about how a man in Iraq had been phoning and texting her for a while and she thought she should marry him. And how her father didn't trust the man. And did not want her to marry him. Her dad thought the guy just wanted a free ride to America. They had some arguments and apparently it is not a good idea to argue with a male when one is a female in the Islamic religion. (That aside, I silently agreed with her father.) . Salome, a nubile, 22 year old, had convinced herself she was in love with this guy. Even though he claimed that sending photographs of himself was too expensive. Ding, ding, ding went the alarm bells in my head. The pics he sent on the cell phone were of such low quality they were useless in seeing what he looked like. . Meanwhile, Salome had had to subdue a prisoner brought into the hospital where she was working when the two guards failed to handcuff him to the bed and then they both left the room. The prisoner grabbed up a knife he had secreted and held her from behind with the knife near her throat. The half witted guards didn't see this. Salome, reacting, could reach behind herself and ever so firmly, grabbed and squeezed "real hard" the man's testicles. The guards heard his screams, and came back into the room in time to pick him up and put him in restraints. . Yep, she was a heroine. One of the guards (the one who worked for the prison, the other was an in house security person) took a shine to her and over a couple of weeks of effort he managed to convince her to go out to lunch with him. So this was something she was not used to. She had not dated during high school, nor after. Arabian Islam, it seems, does not permit dating. We got the story as it was happening. . In the midst of this, her Daddy ordered her not to talk to the guy in Iraq. She was full of hormones. Stuff happens. Now, to us it's an old story, to the Iraqis it is not. She kept on calling and receiving calls from the Iraqi. Apparently the brother she lived with (Hakim) had had a talk with his other brothers and his Dad and they were of a mind that she needed to be straightened out. So he beat her for defying Dad's orders. Dad stuck a knife into the wall of one of her tires. One of the other brothers said she was no longer his sister. . She was hurt both physically and mentally. She had been thinking American. Her family had been thinking Islamic. Wild Thing nursed both her mental and physical pains. I wanted to call the cops, but got to thinking that she might not be able to afford living on her own. Yes, I suggested that Salome call it in, but she did not want to. . So, what's this got to do with Darwin and his theory? That'll be the next installment. (If Lin can serialize, why not me?)

Sunday, May 25, 2008


Would you vote for this man? For:
  1. 1. Sheriff
  2. 2. Medical Examiner
  3. 3. Mayor
  4. 4. Governor
  5. 5. State Auditor
  6. 6. President
  7. 7. Vice President
  8. 8. President of Mexico
  9. 9. President of a Banana Republic
  10. Or
  11. 10. None of the above.

Someone needs to get hold of Barack Obama and warn him. I can guarantee a lot of lost votes should he decide to give this governator any kind of federal job.

Mr. Obama needs to exercise a lot of thought about the man who hides behind this beard. He is definitely secreting something and it only bodes good for him, not for those around him. He is selfish, concentrates on "what's in it for me" kind of thinking and can do no good either for the Democrats nor the United States.


The racism card has already been played once by the campaign. Playing it again, this time with those of Mexican descent could lead to a disaster. Understanding the pitfalls inherent in going into that arena should be prime to Obama's campaign. One can hope his advisers warn him properly of the nasty potential.


What brought this on? Well, our daily mistake, er, TV news channel, informs us that what was going to be an open meeting town hall style that would be held tomorrow with veterans and their families, will now be by invitation only. Barrack's elitism seems to be showing, the governator's cowardice is evident and the people are the losers.

Barrack's wife, Michelle, will hold two fundraisers for her hubby. Both of them will be closed to the public.


I'm not interested in giving up our country to those who only want to put gains in their pockets from its richness and promise.


There's something from a publication called "Pajama News" (or some such name) that I found to be a reasoned article (for the most part), under the header. Click it if you're interested.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008


Have you ever thought about fixing your 'puter with a hammer? I have. And very, very recently.
I lost the sound on mine. Now, this computer was built 'specially for me and my weird way of using the internet. So when the sound went out (and I mean absolutely out, gone) my phone call to my nerd builder enabled me to listen to his answering machine telling me he was on vacation "for a few weeks".
I felt the walls closing in, my heart stuttered and panic was a thin layer of glass away from me. It could shatter with a mere touch.
Ye Gods, reality might set in if that happened. What to do?
Hah. Google it. So, carefully and with exact spelling, I asked our master for help with Avance AC97 Audio. It responded. With umpteen pages of supposed data. "About" 97,000 of them.
I looked at several and then shut down and went to bed. That was day one.
The next day, I admit I was daunted and simply did what had to be done (bank, email, game that didn't need sound to function). Took Wild Thing to good cafeteria for dinner. Went to bed.
The next day I avoided even looking at the beast. Finally gave in and visited the first four of Google's pages. Went to a number of sites. Including Microsoft sites. (Do NOT visit Microsoft sites unless you enjoy clicking on one blue link after another and trying to remember what you read five pages ago.)
(If you like clicking on thingees visit a site by clicking on my header. And be sure to scroll down the page.)
Worn out, brain spinning, wondering if I would fall asleep at the keyboard, I shut it down. Had spent more than five hours trying to get the problem fixed. Slept like a log.
A few more days passed with much the same results. (OK, OK, I did not keep chasing all these rainbow dreams. But I did the necessary things on my muted 'puter.)
Today, I decided I would fix it or get that hammer out. So I opened the Control Panel, clicked on "Sounds" and once again invoked the "Adjust Sound Volume". Then to the "sounds" page. Three times I invoked the fixer pages. Two times they led me to no positive result.
Mumbling "Rackafratz" under my breath I chose to uninstall the driver and then revert it to the last good one. (I am scared to death fooling with the Registery.)
Merry little sounds issued from the speakers. I called up a song and listened to the wonderful sounds.
I had won. Microsoft lost. Avance lost. Two out of three ain't bad.

Saturday, May 10, 2008


Oh, wow. Bill's at it again. He must be.
Reality and Richardson are two things that should not be used in the same sentence.
Here's an interesting article from the way back machine (check out the date line):
That was valid then. It is even more valid, now that the highest ranking Mexican police officer has been murdered.
War has been going on in Mexico for some years now. Drug cartels, earning more money than Bush is spending are gigantic, profitable and unafraid of police. Even American police. The borders of our country are a sieve allowing Mexicans to cross them at will. Mexican drug lords have been aware of this for a long time. New Mexico, Arizona, California, Texas all have had "border incidents". I say it's border warfare. The criminals usually withdraw from American soil before our Federales are even sent to the locale.
But make no mistake about it. When the drug lords are ready, they'll make their inroads in quick, vicious attacks and then use those Americans who feel sorry for the poor illegals to protect their invasion. They are not stupid men. They're just not good baseball players.
They'll plead they are being hunted down by the Mexican police and ask for sanctuary.
Some news while I was writing this post: Juan Antonio Roman, the No. 2 policeman in the gritty border city of Ciudad Juarez, was riddled with bullets outside his home as he stepped from his pickup truck in the early hours of the morning, a police spokesman said.
A police chief from Mexico crossed the border seeking safety and asylum in America a week or two ago.
So Bill is in Mexico now, and: "New Mexico Gov. Bill Richardson said Wednesday that he has seen an improvement in security along the U.S.-Mexico border." And: "More than 200 people have been killed so far this year in Ciudad Juarez, a city of 1.3 million across from El Paso, Texas that is home base for the Juarez cartel." A wave of organized crime and drug-related violence has shaken Mexico in recent years, killing more than 2,500 people in 2007 alone.
So Bill is down there making syrupy talk, kissing anatomy and pretending that this violence is not going on. What a man. What a governator. What a phony.
America does not need this man in any political office.

Monday, May 5, 2008


Billy, we hardly knew ya.
Lemme see, thirty or so extra pounds, a cheaper suit than Barracks and a beard to hide behind.
Do you believe he's thinking something like "Boy, have I got this guy suckered in. Move over, sonny and make room for your new Secretary of State."?
Or do you think he's going to kiss the candidate. After all, he's got his arm around the man.
I thought it kind of funny the governator had a flag pin on, after all the fuss about Barracks not wearing one.
One of the biggest reasons to oppose Sen. Obama is to make sure Bill can’t even drive near 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Let alone get inside.
Yeah, Bill's shown his loyalty and dependability by turning his back on the Clintons (he'd be picking fruit if it weren't for Ex prez Clinton. Another reason to dislike the male Clinton.)
Is it possible to refer to Hillary as Dr. Frankenstein? Or Igor? And ask her what, now that it breathes, she intends to do with it?
Other than my learned distrust of this man (I was NOT born despising him) what's new about his farce of pretending to be a worthy Governor?
I'm glad you asked (He, he, he). I don't know if you've heard of the horrendous, uncontrolled fire that burned in one of our mountain chains? The Manzano mountains. They separate Albuquerque from a beautiful wilderness area. A number of people live there, doing what people in forested areas do.
Anyway, fire officials say it was deliberately started by humans (who have to be at the bottom of the evolutionary scale). The fire raced through the underbrush and became a conflagration. Winds (some as high as 50 mph) pushed the inferno along. The crews were not making headway against the fire, anywhere along the line. Then a lessening of the wind and the fire fighters had it 35% contained. It was looking good. The governator looked the scene over and declared it a disaster area. He was appalled at the damage. Horrified. Aghast with disgust.
So he went to the Kentucky Derby to rub elbows with the rich (in an effort to get them to contribute to Barracks' campaign?) and drink mint juleps.
While the fire burned and destroyed the lives of those caught in the holocaust. The fire was again fanned by high winds and routed the gallant defenders. It was, apparently, a super effort by the fire fighters that they stopped the flareup from consuming everything in its path.
But that didn't stop our Bill from flying to Kentucky, sucking up to the wealthy, (he's had lots of practice at that.) and raising dough for Barracks' campaign.
Oh, yeah, something to add to his "caring about New Mexico" horsepuckies: He was so used to being away from N.M., he didn't bother to tell the lieutenant governor he would be gone. The governator's spokesman (read toady) said it was "an oversight". Oh, yeah. Sure.
Someday we'll get a real Governor here again. But it ain't Bill Richardson.
About that hairy ape look on his face? Men grow beards when they want to hide something. Wonder what he's hiding? Or maybe, wonder what he isn't hiding?
Don't forget to click on the header.

Saturday, May 3, 2008


Clicking the header will take you to a strange land called Nano Photography. Only it isn't. Photography. See the comments to discover what it really is. (Scientists with too much time on their hands?) . I'm still on my revolutionary kick. About salt and why we're being poisoned by it and by who(m). Have a look at this: . A world convention of brewers was held in Amsterdam. The presidents of the world's greatest breweries were on hand. As usual, a convention dinner brought them together on the first evening. When asked what they would like to drink, the CEO of Miller said, "A Miller Lite, please."The president of Anheuser Busch said, "I'll have a Michelob." Adolph Coors requested a Coors. And so it went, around the long table, each president requesting a brew from his own company. Finally, the waiter came to Arthur Guinness. "And you, sir?" he queried."I'll have a coke," was Guinness's reply. The waiter was shocked. "A COKE?!? Wouldn't you rather have a Guinness, sir?" Arthur looked at the waiter, then gestured at his companions. "If they're not drinking beer, then neither am I". . Oh, yes, been meaning to put this up: Most Dangerous States 2008 - AOL Money & Finance Be sure to view number 3. . And this one: Unhealthiest States 2008 - AOL Money & Finance Look who's number three here. . One Friday morning, a teacher came up with a novel way to motivate her class. She told them that she would read a quote and the first student to correctly identify who said it would receive the restof the day off. She started with, "This was England's finest hour." Little Suzi instantly jumped up and said, "Winston Churchill." "Congratulations!" said the teacher. "You may go home." The teacher then said, "Ask not what your country can do for you." Before she could finish this quote, another young lady belted out,"John F. Kennedy." "Very good!" exclaimed the teacher. "You may go home, too." Irritated that he had missed two golden opportunities, Little Johnny blurted out, "I wish those girls would just shut up." Upon overhearing this comment, the outraged teacher demanded to know who said it. Johnny instantly rose to his feet and said, "Bill Clinton. I'll see you Monday!" . Some rules I found hidden in one of Schotzy's beds:
  • Always give generously. A small bird or rodent left on the bed tells them, I care.
  • Climb your way to the top. That's why the drapes are there.
  • Curiosity never killed anything except maybe a few hours.
  • Find your place in the sun. Especially if it happens to be on that nice pile of warm, clean laundry.
  • If you're not receiving enough attention, try knocking over several expensive antique lamps.
  • Life is hard, then you nap.
  • Make your mark in the world. Or at least spray in each corner.
  • Never sleep alone when you can sleep on someone's face.
  • Variety is the spice of life. One hour ignore people, the next hour annoy them.
  • When in doubt, cop an attitude.
  • Never give a human an even break
. Have a fun weekend.

Wednesday, April 30, 2008


Male and female carrots?
Don't forget to click on the header for another adventure.
I haven't been particularly ill lately. Although I did pick up a virus somewhere. Or at least the dumb computer did. (It must have been the computer's fault. Couldn't have been mine.)
I tried out a new (to me) browser and discovered, too late, that for some reason it failed to connect with my anti virus screening. And then, of course, it took me to a page I wasn't familiar with. Sigh.
Bad decision. Wound up spending several days (probably would have been easier to reload Windows (shudder), but I'm the type who wants to be a fixit man.
Anyway, lots of thoughts have been swirling around here. For instance, staring at a bottle of Chewable Aspirin, I finally noticed the directions for using these pills.
"Chew One Tablet By Mouth Every Day."
How else, I've been wondering, could I chew them? What other part of my anatomy is involved in chewing?
Wild Thing went to the dentist the other day. It was discovered that she had a cavity that would have to be filled.
The dentist asked her "What kind of filling would you like for that tooth?"
Without hesitation Wild Thing replied, "Chocolate, please."
“Let me tell you something, when it comes to finishing a fight,
Rocky and I have a lot in common. I never quit. I never give up.”
— Hillary Clinton "Now if I remember the movie correctly, doesn’t Rocky get the crap beat out him and then loses to the black guy?” — Jay Leno
Barracks is in trouble now, with the white voters. The man's minister has said a number of things that really display him as a bigot. Barracks has cut all ties with the guy, pointed out that he seems to be a different man than he was 20 years ago and is no longer someone he holds in esteem. If you'd like to read more:
Grandparents are similar to a piece of string - handy to have around and easily wrapped around the fingers of their grandchildren.
Actual conversation I overheard today in a convenience store while trying to pay for a cup of coffee.
The young woman cashier was enmeshed in what sounded like a quiet, defensive argument with an olive-skinned gentleman, who I took to be her supervisor. The subject had something to do with an earlier transaction by a woman who was paying for lottery tickets with a $100 bill. As the clerk waved her hands side to side, from the lottery ticket cabinet to the cash register, back and forth, explaining the details of those proceedings, she made a statement in a somewhat higher volume and pitch than she had previously used. This certainly persuaded me...
"I know I did it, because I don’t remember not doing it."
The prosecution rests…
And then there's this yum yum...
(Look at what White Chocolate really is.)
There is daily talk, chat, blogs, TV presentations, radio talk show people, newspapers, advertising (and on and on) about one particular subject that is a mainstay among all the media today. But no one, including the FDA, has faced an ugly possibility.
What we're hearing about, in spite of the cruelly increasing price of groceries, is the fattening of much the world's peoples. Particularly the American people. And all of a sudden, it seems.
I'd like to offer a point for speculation: (First, let's admit that much of the world's populations follow American styles of eating since the mega expansion of the fast food business.) My concern is something that the medical associations should point out, but seem reticent about bringing up.
When I had my heart attack I was warned by the physicians to cut back severely on my salt intake. Good ole NaCl. Sodium chloride.
I have never over used salt and so I asked them why this restriction. They solemnly informed me that salt made the human body retain water, although used wisely it aids in supplying us with needed water. Over use results in our bodies retaining water which means increasing the weight of our body.
When Wild Thing had her heart attack she was given a salt free diet in the hospital.
We like to eat out fairly often and I have noticed over the past few years what seems to be an increase in the salt content of certain restaurant foods, such as gravies, soups and certain entrees. Some of these items are so heavily salted that I can not eat them.
And since when has bacon become almost impossible to consume because because of its ridiculous salt content?
I realize that:
1. Food companies want to make money.
2. Food companies do not want their food to spoil while it is on the grocer's shelves nor in warehouses.
3. Salt has been a cheap form of preserving food stuffs for more centuries than I can imagine.
4. Extra, extra salt will apparently keep food edible (to some people) for long periods of time.
Thus, if people do not return spoiled food to their grocer, and the grocer does not return it to the manufacturer then everyone makes extra money.
Good system, eh?

Friday, April 18, 2008


When I was a lad, I learned that there were two sexes. It was information that I really needed then, since I was in the difficult place where things that had never happened to me before were occuring. They made things hard. And sometimes embarrassing. Don't we all wish to be that age and have the knowledge we do now? And the header is um, different and interesting. Click on it. Save some money. . The state of Maine gave a test to about 15,000 eighth-graders to assess their writing skills, including their ability to form a logical position. When the state refused to release the results, a newspaper filed a Freedom of Information Act request and learned that 78 percent of the kids failed, which was 50 percent more than failed the test the previous year. Maine's Department of Education explained the results were "inconclusive", and they discarded them because students reacted emotionally to the test. "Kids got ticked off at the [question]," explained Education Commissioner Susan Gendron, "so it was not an accurate reflection of their writing skills." The essay-based test asked the students to support or refute the statement, "Television may have a negative impact on learning." I vaguely remember some of the essay tests I had in High School and it seems to me all of them required some kind of emotion to react to the theme. . Chinese restaurants flush with mouse meat Nutritious but potentially illness-inducing field mice are finding their way onto restaurant dinner plates in parts of China. "The trucks carrying mice arrive at 4 a.m. and all the goods can be sold out before 7 a.m.," a mouse broker said of the delicacy. Shipments of mice are being delivered daily from Hunan Province to restaurants in Fanyu, Zhaoqing, Dongguan and Nanhai in Guangdong Province, the broker said. The shipments increased from just one delivery a week last year, after flooding in central China forced an estimated 2 billion field mice from their holes near Dongting Lake, China Daily reported. Nutritious mouse meat is packed with protein and minerals, but health officials in Guangzhou -- where mouse meat was officially banned in 2003 -- warned it could carry infectious diseases. Did you visit the latest Olympics? . New Presidential Candidate... It's someone we know! There's an effort to elect an unknown random person as President... and it's someone we know! See this news website about the surprising new nominee: Jot back a note to let me know what you think! . Confusion is one woman plus one left turn; Excitement is two women plus one secret; Bedlam is three women plus one bargain; Chaos is four women plus one lunch check. . Confidence is going after Moby Dick in a rowboat and taking the tartar sauce with you. . I Love Teddy Roosevelt... "In the first place, we should insist that if the immigrant who comes here in good faith, becomes an American and assimilates himself to us, he shall be treated on an exact equality with everyone else for it is an outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed, or birthplace, or origin. But this is predicated upon the person’s becoming in every facet an American, and nothing but an American…. There can be no divided allegiance here. Any man who says he is an American, but something else also, isn’t an American at all. We have room for but one flag, the American flag…. We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language…and we have room for but one sole loyalty and that is a loyalty to the American people.” —Theodore Roosevelt, 1907. . Politician : One who shakes your hand before elections and your confidence thereafter. . When I went to the doctor for my yearly physical, my blood pressure was high, my cholesterol was high, I'd gained some weight and I didn't feel so hot. My doctor said that eating right doesn't have to be complicated and it would solve my physical problems. He said, "Just think in colors. Fill your plate with bright colors of greens, yellows, reds, etc." So, I went right home and emptied an entire bag of M&Ms onto a plate, ate them and sure enough, I felt better! ,

Tuesday, April 8, 2008


There's a lot of ugly stuff going on in our world so this post is meant to give us all a few minutes of respite from the world's problems.
Clicking the header might be a good place to start.
I hope you enjoy it and the vegetables plucked from the garden.
A guy goes to the supermarket and notices a beautiful blond woman wave at him and say hello. He's rather taken aback because he can't place where he knows her from. So he says, "Do you know me?" To which she replies, "I think you're the father of one of my kids." Now his mind travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife and says, "My God, are you the stripper from my bachelor party that I laid on the pool table with all my buddies watching, while your partner whipped my butt with wet celery and then stuck a carrot up my butt?" She looks into his eyes and calmly says, "No, I'm your son's math teacher."
(Stolen from a dear friend.)
I love the outdoors, and because of my passion for hunting and fishing, my family eats a considerable amount of wild game. So much, in fact, that one evening as I set a platter of broiled venison steaks on the dinner table, my six year old daughter looked up and said, "Boy, it sure would be nice if you ever caught a pizza out in the woods."
"Low self-esteem is like driving through life with your hand-break on."-- Maxwell Maltz, Author
Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining to my husband that my breasts are too small.
Instead of characteristically telling me it's not so, he uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion. "If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between them for a few seconds."
Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet paper and stand in front of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts. "How long will this take?" I asked.
"They will grow larger over a period of years," my husband replies.
I stopped. "Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the years?"
Without missing a beat he says "Worked for your butt, didn't it?" He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, he may even walk again, although he will probably continue to take his meals through a straw.
"Low self-esteem is like driving through life with your hand-break on."
-- Maxwell Maltz, Author
I get enough exercise just pushing my luck.
God went to the Arabs and said, "I have Commandments for you that will make your lives better.
The Arabs asked, "What are Commandments?"
And the Lord said, "They are rules for living.""Can you give us an example?""Thou shall not kill."
"Not kill? We're not interested."
So He went to the Blacks and said, "I have Commandments."
The Blacks wanted an example, and the Lord said,"Honor thy Father and Mother."
"Father? We don't know who our fathers are. We're not interested."
Then He went to the Mexicans and said, "I have Commandments."
The Mexicans also wanted an example, and the Lord said "Thou shall not steal."
"Not steal? We're not interested."
Then He went to the French and said, "I have Commandments."
The French too wanted an example and the Lord said,"Thou shall not commit adultery."
"Not commit adultery? We're not interested."
Finally, He went to the Jews and said, "I have Commandments."
"Commandments?" They said, "How much are they?"
"They're free."
"We'll take 10."
There, that ought to offend just about everybody!
Letter from a friend who writes and farms:
I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it.
The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since they congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home.
I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope.
The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it.
After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up -- 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me.
I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation.
I took a step towards took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and then received an education.
The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope.
That deer EXPLODED.
The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity.
A deer-- no chance.
That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined.
The only upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals.
A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head.
At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope.
I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere.
At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual.
Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn't want the deer to have to suffer a slow death, so I managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had set before hand...kind of like a squeeze chute.
I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I could get my rope back.
Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist.
Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head --almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts.
The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective.
It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds.
I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now) tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the bejesus out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose. That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day.
Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp.
I learned a long time ago that, when an animal -- like a horse --strikes at you with their hooves and you can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape.
This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a different strategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run.
The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down.
Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head.
I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away.
So now I know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope - so that they can be somewhat equal to the prey.
Two elderly friends of mine were eating breakfast in a restaurant one morning. Joe noticed something funny about Hugh's ear.
He said, "Hugh, did you know you've got a suppository in your left ear?"
"I have? A suppository?"
He pulled it out and stared at it. Then he said: "Ed, I'm glad you saw this thing. Now I think I know where my hearing aid is..."
Usually there's no computer problem I can't solve.
But I met my match when I turned on my machine and was greeted with the message "Keyboard not detected. Hit any key to continue."
Older Than Dirt Quiz Count all the ones that you remember....not the ones you were told about. ~Blackjack chewing gum ~Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water ~Candy cigarettes ~Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles ~Coffee shops or diners with tableside juke boxes ~Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers ~Party lines ~Newsreels before the movie ~P.F. Flyers ~Butch wax ~Telephone numbers with a word prefix (OLive-6933) ~Peashooters ~Howdy Doody ~45 RPM records ~S&H Green Stamps ~Hi-Fi's ~Metal ice trays with lever ~Mimeograph paper ~Blue flashbulbs ~Packards ~Roller skate keys ~Cork popguns ~Drive-in movies ~Studebakers ~Wash tub wringers
If you remembered 0-5...You're still young. If you remembered 6-10...You're getting older. If you remembered 11-15...Don't tell your age. If you remembered 16-25...You're OLDER THAN DIRT! If you find you're 'older than dirt' have plenty of company.
Don't care what you say. I am NOT going to tell you how many I remembered.
Have a fun day.

Saturday, April 5, 2008


I know that one of my very favorite bloggers has been putting pictures of strange rock formations on her site. She invites readers to tell her what the odd and unusual shapes might look like to them.
Therefore, please let me know what the strange and unusual shape of these vegetables look like to you.
They are natural and wholesome foods that have, perhaps through gigantic upheavals in the earth, been turned into peculiar forms.
There's a very interesting story in our local paper (again, a judge is involved in it) that I found very upsetting and portraying a lack of commonsense and perspicacity rendered by Metropolitan District Court Judge Clyde DeMersseman and Assistant District Attorney Anthony Long.
The power and might of the City of Albuquerque and a six person jury (we spare no expense) have been loosed on a law breaker. And he has been found guilty. Hooray for JUSTICE!
As citizens of the mightiest nation on earth (albeit coming from one the most poorly schooled populaces in the country and infiltrated by illegal beings who want nannies), we have our rights.
For those who want to know what Peter Lynch's (an eight year American Air Force veteran) crime was, herewith the charge: "misdemeanor criminal damage to property".
Oh, yeah, he was a University of New Mexico student at the time. He still is.
So what heinous crime did Lynch commit?
Being a loyal American, with all those years of service to his country behind him and having only been out of the Air Force for 3 days, he tore down an improperly displayed flag.
A Mexican flag. One that was illegally and improperly on display.
He saw a Mexican flag being flown in front of the university's Admin building. And not having an American flag being flown at the same time. A clear violation of flag protocol and an attack on the symbolism of the American Flag.
Lynch said he contacted officials at UNM and the Army ROTC, but nothing was done about the breach.
So a loyal American ripped an offending foreign nation's flag down and tore it into a couple of pieces. After all, we've all seen the pictures of foreign students burning American flags in America, while they were cheered on by other instigators. And we have also seen they weren't even charged with a misdemeanor.
But it seems Judge Demersseman had a hard on. Instead of a fine and a "don't do it again" he laid it on an American patriot and sentenced him to six months supervised probation (including trips to a Parole Officer), 48 hours of community service, restitution in the form of a replacement flag (that really irritated me) and into anger management counseling.
Our marvelous City Attorneys had asked for 200 hours of community service. (When it comes time, I'm working to have the present DA defeated.)
The judgie had the balls (and the lack of wit) to say "...A flag is more than a piece of cloth."
He's gotta go, too.
Lynch was interviewed by a talk station here after the sentencing and and stated "I don't feel welcome in this state anymore. After my six months of probation is completed...I want to go. I want to be somewhere other than here."
I wonder if he'd consider running for a judge's seat in Metropolitan Court?
One more thought: It does not seem that "the law people" considered the effect this will have on race relations here. I see absolutely no good coming from it.
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Tuesday, April 1, 2008


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I remember the old timey comedians. Like Bob Hope, Bill Cosby and Red Skelton. Here's a piece from Red Skelton:



1. Two times a week we go to a nice restaurant, have a little beverage, good food and companionshipShe goes on Tuesdays; I go on Fridays. 2. We also sleep in separate beds.Hers is in California , and mine is in Texas . 3. I take my wife everywhere .. but she keeps finding her way back. 4. I asked my wife where she wanted to go for our anniversary. "Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said. So I suggested the kitchen. 5. We always hold hands. If I let go, she shops. 6. She has an electric blender, electric toaster and electric bread maker.She said "There are too many gadgets, and no place to sit down!" So I bought her an electric chair. 7. My wife told me the car wasn't running well because there was water in the carburetor.I asked where the car was. She told me, "In the lake." 8. She got a mud pack, and looked great for two days. Then the mud fell off. 9. She ran after the garbage truck, yelling, "Am I too late for the garbage?" The driver said, "No, jump in!" 10. Remember: Marriage is the number one cause of divorce. 11. I married Miss Right. I just didn't know her first name was Always. 12. I haven't spoken to my wife in 18 monthsI don't like to interrupt her. 13. The last fight was my fault though. My wife asked, "What's on the TV?" I said, "Dust!" Can't you just hear him say all of these?I love it ... these were the good old days when humor didn't have to start with a four letter word. It was just clean and simple fun.

And he always ended his programs with the words, "God Bless."


Did you know...... that today is Respect Your Cat Day?

In 1384, King RichardII of England issued a royal edict condemning the eating of cats. Give your cat a little extra treat today!


If all the girls who attended the Yale prom were laid end to end, I wouldn't be a bit surprised. --- Dorothy Parker


Canadian Snowbirds


A lady is having a bad day at the roulette tables in Las Vegas.

She's down to her last $50. Exasperated, she exclaims, "What rotten luck! What in the world should I do now?" A man standing next to her, trying to calm her down, suggests, "I don't know... Why don't you play your age?"

He walks away. Moments later, his attention is grabbed by a great commotion at the roulette table. Did she win?

He rushes back to the table and pushes his way through the crowd. The lady is lying limp on the floor, with the table operator kneeling over her. The man is stunned. He asks, "What happened? Is she all right?"

The operator replies, "I don't know. She put all her money on 29. When 36 came up, she just fainted!"


Have a look:



I get enough exercise just pushing my luck. .

Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.


I'm not accusing anyone, but...: