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August 20, 2008

All The Luck

Man, some people have all the luck there is.  A couple in Wisconsin over the weekend won $700,000 by playing the lottery, which is a feat in itself.  We all know that the odd’s of winning the lottery are bad, well, “how many grains of sand on the beaches of the world?”  That kind of thing.  What makes this so special or extraordinary is that they both bought tickets, at separate stores, and they both won $350,000 a piece.  Which is a nice tidy sum of about $480,000 after taxes.

Verlyn Adamson bought his winning ticket at the Pit Stop in Mineral Point while his wife Judith bought a winner at the Stop-N-Go on U.S. 18-151 in Barneveld.  Two winning tickets have not yet been presented, lottery officials said. One was sold at the Cenex Mini Mart in Mount Horeb, the other at the Darlington Mini Mart in Darlington. That means three out of the four winning tickets were sold in Iowa County, and this couple had two of them.  Amazing isn’t it?

Automatic Posts: I have been tinkering with this “automatic related post feature” and unfortunately it has been producing some mixed results.  Often it doesn’t even work at all, but that is nothing new for WordPress.com, I have contacted support about it, but so far, not much.  Anyway, if you were privy to the recent “sex blog from Israel” that was on here, I apologize.  This is not what I had intended and is in no way a reflection on my reading habits.  If you have been polarized by some of it (Don’t Look Ethel!), it is now gone, and I will continue to remove items I consider offensive.  Sorry.  (Most of it was written in Hebrew believe it or not, so the majority of you should be covered on that one alone.)

Stimulating News: Some 2.5 million people nationwide still have not received or spent their economic stimulus check and there are over 150,000 people in Massachusetts alone that have not claimed theirs, those are the Kennedy Clan relatives alone.  Meanwhile the IRS is working overtime to locate these lost people in order to compensate them.  The IRS routinely sends out about 8,000,000,000 pieces of mail a year (nice chunk of change, you would turn into a regular sticky-tongue-odd-ball after licking all those envelopes eh!) and it weighs in at about 80,000,000 lbs.

Chicago advertised for refunders.  Ran ad’s in the paper for people to come in and collect an “additional check” and they came in droves.  Only catch was “they all had outstanding warrants” and the cops arrested them when they showed up to collect their bounty.  One cop commented, “It is so much easier when they just walk in instead of having to go out and hunt them down.”  Well, duh?

Criminals continue to amaze me on how stupid they really are.

No Tattoo’s in Utah. Bountiful Utah has instructed all of its existing city employees that they will have to make sure they cover all of their tattoos.  Officials said they banned tattoos in easily visible places in an effort to improve the city’s image.  They are mirroring the Los Angeles Police department who bans tattoos on the face, neck, head and hands.  Bountiful goes a little further, no jewelry either, you must remove your earrings before coming to work traffic stops in Bountiful (I guess nose, lip, and eyebrows too?).

Powering Up. Pacific Gas and Electric of California says it will purchase 800 megawatts of “solar energy” enough to light 293,000 homes in the largest ever solar power purchase agreement.  This is a step forward and now all we have to worry about is the sun shining long enough to pull it off.  Read

Wyoming has warned its residents that natural gas will cost 32% more this year over last year, and of course, the next question should be “why?”  Wyoming is the second largest producer of this commodity in the nation. Just a week or two they were touting natural gas as the greatest thing since home-made soap and wanting everyone to switch over to gas.

Big Oil isn’t done yet, there are plenty of places they want to look, but the “money isn’t right” when they get it where they want it, they will punch holes everywhere.  And I do mean everywhere.  A good post on it here.  For full enlightenment make sure you click on the map.

Recyclables. Los Angeles is now offering a blue bin for plastic waste, a green bin for yard clippings and black bins for everything else.  Pretty cool.  Last week I noted that of the twenty-four houses on my block, only a paltry three, actually put out the recyclable bins, the rest of the block did not participate.  Pretty sad.  Now if we could just find a suitable bin for politicians what color would that be, and of course, how long would they argue about it, before it was instituted?

No hand holding in Alabama. A complaint was filed against a judge alleging he violated judicial ethics rules earlier this year by asking folks in the courtroom to “hold hands while praying.”  The ACLU our resident commie-pinko-protectors made the complaint against the judge who is the same judge who had the ten commandments posted in his courtroom and they filed on that.

The absolute best thing that could happen to America is the removal and complete shut down of the ACLU.  They are all about removing freedom and not protecting it.

Old dawg learned a new trick.  If you put the word “sex” in the title of your post, you attract every bottom-feeder in the world.  Next time instead of writing “Telephoto Sex In Houston” that will be “Beating The Bushes in Houston.” … Learned something new this week.  Matter of fact, going in there shortly and removing that completely and replacing it with the above.

Midweek and it has so far, been somewhat interesting, lot of stuff going on.

Monday a young lady in a mall was asked to leave the mall “because her dress was too short.”  A dress incidentally that she had purchased the day before in that very same mall.  Security said that “other woman’s husbands were staring at her and she was creating a disturbance.”

So now, on top of everything else, we now have “fashion police” on the prowl in the nations’ malls.  Where were they when my wife and I were exposed to all these “droppy-drawer-underwear wearing butt-crack-showing-teenagers” surrounding us on all sides?

I say leave the girls alone …

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Raspberries And Cherries.

A raspberry Swedish wrestler Ara Abrahamian who was so angry after judges placed him third in a Greco-Roman wrestling event that he walked off the podium during the ceremony, threw his bronze medal on the mat and stomped off in a rage. As a result he was stripped of his medal.

A cherry to Dara Torres, 41 years old, who was the story of the day just showing up. When I was forty years old, I wasn’t participating in the Olympia’s I was at the furniture store shopping for Lazy Boy Recliners and a new sofa. Burning off about 71 calories an hour talking on the telephone.

The fact that Dara went into the 50-meter freestyle finals with the fastest qualifying time and a real chance to win gold was remarkable. Unfortunately, she got beat out by one/one-hundredth of a second. Later in an interview she was commenting on a race she had watched the day before where a runner had got beaten by the same time, and she wondered to herself “What would that feel like?”

Today she knows, she said afterward, “I was that guy all over again.” And offered up, maybe I should have not cut my nails the night before.”

What a class act she is, she makes America proud. And Lord knows, if this country ever needed a good dose of “national pride” it is now. There might not be any medals being passed out for classy behavior but Dara and others Americans are doing their level best to erase the image of the Ugly American … Kind of makes you feel better about things for a change.

Mexico El GrandeAlaska as reported that another Mexican Consulate Office will open this fall to provide services and promote trade. There are 50 Mexican consulates in the USA. Now you can call it what you want, immigration, migration or whatever. But the entire thing smacks of “colonization” of the country and that is the name of that tune. 40,000 Mexicans live in Alaska of which about half are believe to be of Mexican descent.

“Let’s ask ourselves, why is Congress not securing our borders? Could it be they have greater global goals that will ultimately dissolve this Union? Whether intentionally or not, government has failed for decades to secure the borders. It is up to us to make sure it gets done. And if we don’t do our part, America as we know it will dissolve like a sugar cube in coffee. From the coast-land to the heartland, we will lose our distinctions and no longer even recognize our country.”

As President Ronald Reagan said, ‘A nation without borders is not a nation.’”  How many American consulates in Mexico … One?

McSame – Obammer Christian forum. Anyone watch this? Did you notice any sharp differences in the two candidate’s style and performance? When asked about when is a baby a baby and has rights? McSame answered “at conception.” Obammer replied with a typical politicians’ answer: “Whether you’re looking at it from a theological perspective or a scientific perspective, answering that question with specificity is above my pay grade.”

One observation was:  “Which is a dodge that wasn’t even intellectually respectable.” to describe the entire thing.  I used to think Bush was bad on Nuke-You-leer, but this is even worse. “It seems that Obammer spoke to the heart and then to the mind, and McSame spoke from the heart, to the mind.”

Like a friend of mine is prone to say … “Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian anymore than standing in a garage makes you a car.”

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Child Goddess …

Filed under: Oklahoma,random,Recent,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 6:46 AM
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Nepal seeks new child goddess: must have voice like a duck. Now I have to admit, I used to think the personals were a little bit strange, but after reading this one. I have changed my mind, read this.

If you are female, possess “the voice of a duck” and are between 2 and 4 years old, it could be just the job for you – Nepal is advertising for a new living goddess.

Despite being revered as a powerful Hindu divinity, the Himalayan state’s Royal Kumari has no option but to step down once she reaches puberty. Because Preeti Shakya, the current holder of the centuries-old role, has reached her 11th birthday, the race is on to find a replacement before the end of the summer.

Preeti, who has been visited by a ceaseless throng of pilgrims since she became a goddess at the age of 4, should retire during the annual Hindu festival of Dasain in October, according to temple officials in Kathmandu.

“If we don’t change her now we’ll have to wait until next year, which could be late,” said Deepak Bahadur Pandey, of the Trust Corporation, which oversees the Kumari search. “It is inauspicious if the girl starts menstruating while serving as Kumari.”

The job criteria are rigorous: Kumaris, who are typically selected as toddlers, must have a voice “as soft and clear as a duck’s”, “the body of a Banyan tree” and “the chest of a lion”. The 32 prerequisite physical “perfections” also include flawless skin, hair, eyes and teeth. A suitable horoscope is mandatory and being afraid of the dark is not allowed.

Reading this story today, reminded me of an Okie that went to Tibet. I once heard a story of an Okie who went to Tibet to become a Monk.

Tibet is close to Nepal isn’t it?

Anywho, the story goes something like this. A disgruntled Oklahoma University Football fan, having had enough of the current round of plays and players, decided to check out and head for Tibet to become a Monk. He flew half-way around the world and joined up in a Tibetan Monastery and was informed of the rules.

You can stay here, you can meditate daily, but you are allowed only two words per year while in indoctrination.

The first year went by rather quickly and when called into the Master’s presence, the Okie looked up and said, “Food …Bad.” Another year went by, and once again, the Okie was called into the Master’s presence and he said, “Bed …Hard.”

And then he again went about his business of mediating and searching out the meaning of life.

On the anniversary of his third year, the Okie came into the Master’s presence and said, “I Quit!”

The Tibetan Master looked at him and replied, “No small wonder. All you have done since you got here is complain.”

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August 19, 2008

Drilling Me Softly ….

Biggy Rat and Itchy Brother are back in the news. Obammer reported today that he is going to try and do something about gasoline prices in America.  Part of his new policy of “hope and change” which is basically “I hope they do not remember all these promises, and I sure hope things do change.“  He is pretty sure he is not able to either walk on water or change it into petroleum at this stage of the game.

McSame continues to run all over the country pandering votes, and ignoring roll calls in Washington DC on critical issues concerning energy.  Two of which recently failed by “one vote” and on one of them, he was in his office, but did not bother to go to the floor for the vote. I understand he was in Aspen this weekend, big hotbed of voters there? More >>>

His new policy seems to be convincing young people of America that “liver spots” are the new tattoo of the twenty-first century.  And flip flopping on drilling in Anwar. McCain earlier said he’s “more than happy” to consider flip-flopping on Alaskan oil drilling, but then quickly back-tracked, reiterating his position that the Refuge “is a pristine place and if they found oil in the Grand Canyon, I don’t think I’d drill in the Grand Canyon.”

I have been to the canyon, even rode a goofy lop-eared mule named Sarah to the bottom and this is a safe bet John, there aint no oil in the canyon ……… Trust me.

John McCain is talking a lot about opening up new areas to offshore drilling, and now Barack Obama appears willing to consider the idea, too. A government report supposedly found that drilling won’t lower gas prices, but I’ve also heard that the report was flawed. What’s the deal with offshore drilling, why all the focus on this?

How about solar, how about wind.  How about just showing up to vote on the bills when they come up for a vote. Or the rather obvious solution to this entire problem. How about you boys try removing your collective heads out of the part of you that goes over the fence last!

Three months is a long time during a presidential campaign. Back in early June, neither candidate supported any additional offshore drilling. Now, the Outer Continental Shelf has become Topic A in the presidential race.  Talk about “wind-power” these guys blow back n forth like sunflowers on the Kansas Prairie.

I sure hope that neither of these two guys are “sperm donors” anywhere.

Perhaps we should do like this lady in Estherville, Iowa, did this past week.  I am reading where an elderly woman has been rescued from the trunk of a car that was discovered on a farm in Emmet County in western Iowa.  Sheriff’s officials say a landowner found what looked like an abandoned vehicle on Wednesday afternoon. The man reportedly looked into the car, found a hole in the back seat and discovered there was a person inside the trunk.

Sheriff’s officials say when they arrived at the scene they talked with the 70-year-old woman and eventually found keys and opened the trunk.  They did not identify the woman, who they say was dehydrated and incoherent.

Authorities say foul play is not suspected.  Sheriff’s officials say Spirit Lake police had notified law enforcement on Monday that an elderly woman was reported missing. They didn’t confirm whether it was the same woman who was found in the trunk on Wednesday.  After reading all the way through my copy of USA Today there are times when I feel that she possibly has the best idea.

Drill that boys…

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Internet Flamers

Filed under: Oklahoma,random,Recent,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 4:11 AM
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THOUGHT FOR THE DAY:  “Men are from earth … Women are from earth … Deal with it.”

Not long ago I ventured over to a familiar haunt of mine on the net and was surprised by the content.  The author had chosen this medium to flame someone who had evidently done him wrong, and his choice of words on the subject were as we would say, “rather inappropriate.”

Really surprised me as I enjoyed this site quite a lot and it seemed so pointless and unnecessary.  Later on in the day, he pulled the offensive material down, evidently having second thoughts about it.

When I happen onto a site that is laced with profanity, hate speech or downright rudeness, I tend to not hang around all that long.  And taking it one step further, if you do this sort of thing on any kind of regular basis, you are not going to build up any kind of readership at all.  It is a turn off, plain and simple.

At least that is my take on it.

If you write one of these things (blogs) with any kind of consistency you are eventually going to have to deal with people who do not share your opinions or outlook on life.  That is a given.  Every now then you find a terse message written to you that is hurtful, mean spirited, and downright nasty.  It is the nature of the beast, and there are people who are going to avail themselves of the anonymity feature of the net.

One of the most alluring things about the Internet is the “Anonymity” of it.  People feel as if they can come on here, and say or do anything they want, because virtually no one is going to track them down and politely shove their head in a wastebasket.  I affectionately refer to these poor lost souls as “Trollers or Flamers.”  They come in, take the shot, and then silently go away (most of the time).

There are after all, no penalty’s for being rude and stupid on the net.

Necessity is the Mother of Invention they say, so it had to happen, along comes NiceCritic.com.  You go there and you will find a nice collection of pre-packaged “comments” for those who are shall we say, too timid to make their own.  All the comments are courteous and polite to a point, regular flamers will not appreciate this, but for the timid and the shy amongst us, it is the perfect retreat.

“One academic study has shown that people correctly interpret the intended tone of an e-mail only about 50 percent of the time. Justin Kruger, a professor of marketing at New York University who co-authored the study in 2006, says NiceCritic is a bit like teasing. “Good intentions are often much less obvious to the other person than the teaser thinks,” Kruger says. “Even well-meaning individuals can be expected to have their well-meaning attempts go awry.”

From my own personal standpoint, I have often found this to be true.

Now there is hope for the passive-aggressive behavior impaired in our society.  NiceCritic.com … We now have a site, where you can tell someone to go to hell (in a nice way), and actually have them looking forward in great anticipation to the trip.

What’s next?

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August 18, 2008

Beatin The Bushes In Houston …

WHAT NOT TO SAY OR DO TO A COP

Michael Hyde was pulled over by Abington, Massachusetts police for an excessively loud exhaust system and unlit license plate on his white Porsche. The stop should have ended in a fix-it ticket at worst, but escalated when Hyde accused the cop of pulling him over for his hippie hair. Back talking a traffic cop is NEVER a good idea Michael.

That was just the beginning: Apparently, Hyde was secretly recording the show and filed a complaint over the incident…which is unfortunate, since secretly recording a traffic stop is illegal in Massachusetts.

The cops pressed charges and Hyde was sent up the river.

His conviction was confirmed by the Massachusetts State Supreme Court on appeal. The stupid part of this whole thing is that the guy just had to inform the officer he was recording the stop and everything would have been totally legal.

Now, we’re always wary of abusive police power combined with divisive state laws, but this case seems like the driver was just an ass looking to get one over on the cops. Recording a cop during a traffic stop… go to jail. Welcome to the Peoples Republic of Massachusetts … Karma, it seems, is indeed a bitch.

RIGHT TO PRIVACY –

TALK ABOUT ANSWERING ALL THE QUESTIONS WRONG?

Here is another bad example of how to NOT talk to a cop or a Ranger in Texas. Do you have the right to privacy if you are sunbathing in the buff on a nude beach? Houston Texas seems to think not. Ask a Mr. Nguyen, 56, who lives in west Harris County, who was using the telephoto lens last Saturday to take close-up shots of the women’s chests and bottoms, said Travis County Chief Park Ranger Dan Chapman.

The women were swimming and sunbathing at Hippie Hollow, which has been a nudist beach since the 1970s and is the state’s only public nudist beach.

The women screamed when they spotted him (Mr. Nguyen), and rangers were alerted. It might be noted here, that most of the time you actually want a cop or a ranger present, they usually cannot be found. But evidently at “Nude Beaches in Texas” they are not only plentiful, but instantly available.

Just an observation boys.

So when the unwilling nude subjects screamed in despair for their privacy invasion, Nguyen fled, and he denied having a camera when a ranger stopped him, Chapman said. Wrong move #1. The ranger found it in a bag. Nguyen then denied taking the women’s photos, wrong move #2 … the ranger found the close-up shots on the camera. So then the Ranger puts all of it together using his cop skills they taught him in cop school and he came up with the logical conclusion:

“He took the photos without their consent. He was concealed in heavy vegetation. We figure he was 150 feet from them. He ran from rangers,” Chapman said. “We felt that all his behavior indicated that he was trying to arouse sexual desire.”

This manner of logical deduction is called the “Duck principle in Houston.”

It simply means: “If it walks like a duck, if it quacks like a duck, then it is more than likely a duck.”

I like this part, “he was trying to arouse sexual desire.” Bet that looked swell on the old arrest report huh? All of this which to me seems like a LOT OF WORK in order to arouse sexual desire … Most guys just opt out for a fresh issue of Playboy and a locked bathroom door.

Kyle Lowe, Nguyen’s lawyer, said his client likely isn’t interested in testing the law’s constitutionality and he could advise him to work out a plea-bargain deal with the Travis County District Attorney’s office. But from the sound of it, I doubt if he will take this advice either.

So let this be a lesson for all of you out there who are contemplating a visit to the Houston, Texas metropolitan area. If you should decide to undress in front of a woman, there is no expectation of privacy and of course, “they will in all probability ask you to leave the bus.”

It is almost a certain possibility.

Quack! Quack!

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Who Am I …

Filed under: Recent — ldsrr91 @ 2:14 AM

To know who it is that I am, to know where it is that I come from. The longing of the human heart. So we search, “Mommy, where did I come from?  Dad, why was it you chose to have me?”  We ask Grandma about those of us who arrived before us, trying to find the meaning.  Trying in our own way, to understand the generation before us is to find the meaning for the present.

We search out our “roots” to know the secrets of our connection with the generations that preceded us, and thus, assume our place with the teeming multitudes that surround us on the planet.  Sharing in the continuity of all who live on this earth.

For to be “rooted” to something, is in simplicity, to have origin.  It is absurd to believe that life begins at birth.  Most of us do believe that, we are just part of the grand scheme of things.  Truly the pattern was established eons of time, long ago, we were just thrust into the process.  A great many folks think that very way today.

So … Who am I?

I am the son.  The genetic mess brought into this very imperfect world early one morning in the fall of forty-seven (47).  Bursting upon the scene with my fists clenched tightly and squalling to beat the band.  My arrival was boisterous I imagine.  When my appointed time to leave this world arrives, it will more than likely be a somber affair, quiet and reserved.  I will leave this world with my palms outstretched, having received my fair share of life’s rewards.

I am the War Baby … The First Born.

A “Baby Boomer” in the terms of modern society.  Born into a generation that was “supposed to” to live a entire life span without strife, a time of great prosperity, happiness.  A time of peace without war, which sadly, did not happen.

I am the tree, that started from the seed.  I am the one who put the many wrinkles on my father’s forehead, the touch of gray to my mother’s temple.  I am the one who introduced my sister to the time honored tradition of “Big Brothers.”

I am or was supposed to be, the hope of my generation.  Who was molded, shaped and formed with the ideals of decency, morality, taught to function in the role of a mature human being.  Rock solid with a hard-core belief system in place and deep inner convictions.  I was being shaped, polished, and formed by all those surrounding me, long before I even consciously wondered, “Who Am I?”

So maybe when you sit and ask yourself, “Who Am I?”  You are perhaps, just waxing a tad bit nostalgic?  A wistful exercise in sentiment.  Looking for some key to illumination of the present.  With your self-evaluation of the past, inviting an invitation to self-examination.

Often I look to my highest source, for my personal answer.  Through Him, I am guided to make choices for my good. One of the great things about a faith in a Living God, you never have to spend a lot of time wondering “Who you are, where you came from?”All you have to do is believe.  Knowing in your heart that you are nothing without Jesus, even relieves you of the burden of wondering ….. “Where is it I am going?”

No longer having to worry about it, my inner thoughts on the subject are well defined. For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus. I am his workmanship. He made me a new creation. Simple. Logical. Makes sense to me. Unlike a lot of folks in this day and age, who search for the truth, Almighty God in his wisdom, has told me who it is that I am, and where it is that I came from.

I am the First Born, created in the image of my Creator. I am the Son, who was born again, of water and the Spirit.

Another member of the Family of God.

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August 16, 2008

Dawg-Days Of Summer ….

Filed under: Oklahoma,random,Recent,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 5:50 PM
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Another day of August, the “Dog Days” as some refer to them. The hot sultry period of summer between early July and early September in the northern hemisphere. A period of stagnation and inactivity. In order to get through the steamy dog days of summer, doctors recommend drinking plenty of fluids and avoiding overexertion.

My kind of doctors.

So taking their expert advice, I am sitting on the front porch, glass of sweet tea, and lounging around in my new outdoor chairs that I bought this week at “the end of summer sale” at Academy Sports, $15.99 marked down to just $10.

(I am now ready for my smart shopper tag, but I bet the wife will not allow it)

The lady down the street is “hovering over her children” again. I don’t understand this at all, when did we start raising our kids in bubbles? It is as if a kid has no right to go outside, to run, to hide, to blow off all that explosive energy that children seem to have.

When I was a kid, we were allowed to run free, to experience life, to learn, to go outside and play without adult supervision. It was my mothers’ favorite mantra ……. Jeeze Don just go outside and play!

It was outside where we did our favorite child things. Climbed trees, fell out of trees, smashed our little heads. We got into fights and every now and then that crazy old guy from down the street would walk by with his raincoat on (when it was not raining) and do really weird stuff!

Outside I not only learned that “I did not have SuperMan powers and amused my friends by jumping off the roof of my fathers house, with my mothers best bathroom towel wrapped around my neck.”

Outside is where I learned to climb a utility pole, walk thru a railroad tunnel in the dark, abscond with the neighbors Christmas Lites and listen to them explode when tossed like a hand grenade.

Outside, playing and wrestling with our dog, is where I learned if he licked you in the face, you wouldn’t die, as my mother had told me previously. At the park on Saturdays, with all my buddies, I learned I could not hit a curve ball. That swinging on a swing set with a girl, wasn’t all that bad, and walking them home from school was kind of cool.

If you played your cards right, outside was all right indeed.

You could go down to the creek, catch a bunch of tadpoles, take them home in an old fruit jar, feed them the scrapin’s off burnt toast and watch ‘em turn into frogs. You could secretly keep a pet snake in your room until your little sister snitched you out to Mom and Dad. Put your tooth in a bottle of Coke and watch it disappear on the windowsill.

This new generation of parents we have now do not allow that kind of freedom in a kid.  They are pampered, protected, watched over like they are some kind of breakable fine china or something. This gal down the street from me does it all the time.

Kids should be allowed to simply be kids, to laugh about nothing in particular, just for the sake of laughing. You ever notice that. They just crack up for no apparent reason … A rule of life when you are a kid.

Half of the kids today are not allowed to ride their bikes out of a parents visual range, or allowed to climb a tree in their own yard. Most kids are inside, fully supervised, playing video games or whatever. Over-protection of a child, in my opinion, is unhealthy, it sucks the joy out of living right out of them.

Keeping your kid on a tight leash is selfish; it does the child absolutely no good whatsoever.

It seems that the only permanent thing in life, is change. And things changed. We just had baby strollers or buggies, now they have these four and six wheeled monsters that somewhat resemble a Porsche or a fine tuned sports car. It’s unfortunate, but we seem more interested in “projecting the right image” in this country, instead of raising our children right.

The gal down the street doesn’t know it. But I have been secretly teaching him how to catch and toss a Frisbee when she isn’t looking. It isn’t much, but it is the best I have to offer right now.

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I Got Nuthin …

HILLARY CLINTON NAMES HER RUNNING MATE …. IT’S BIG FOOT!

No, that cannot be right. Okay I am checking out this Bigfoot picture of the week or the day, and I am thinking perhaps one of the world’s mysteries has been solved? Have we really found the legendary Bigfoot?

There are just too many stories in the news about Bigfoot for him not to exist. Sooner or later, one of them would have to die, especially if they lived in Georgia. Have you ever been to Georgia in the summertime?

I rest my case.

It’s been a long time coming. I believe it is about time we saw some concrete evidence like this. I expect to hear a few apologies from my inner circle of “reasonably sane” friends for making a fool of me all of these years. Snickering and giggling at me, and at the same time, hogging all the quality time with the bong.

Or it could be that possibly a couple more Budweiser swilling loons who want to be in the news made this entire thing up. They did say that they were “Bigfoot hunters” and claimed that other Bigfoot specie’s stalked them while they were removing the body from the woods.

With DNA testing advanced to the point that it is, I kind of think that would be foolhardy at best if it is a hoax.

Perhaps they have really found the corpse of Sequatchie, the Sonics Mascot, who simply had a massive coronary while reacting to the thought of having to come to Oklahoma? Never did mention if it was a male Big footer or a female Big footer …. I am sure the National Enquirer or the London Post will be running something on it soon. I am curious, do the women Bigfoot outlive the men Bigfoot, like it is here in America. (Now don’t send me any letters, I am not implying that American women have big feet here).  Could it be this legendary creature of the forests of America and Canada has been discovered?

I mean after John Edwards, anything is possible… right?

Now it is time for me to insert my bigfoot in my mouth, as I am prone to do, and wade into dangerous waters.  I just love living on the edge.  Danger is my middle name … Yeah sure.

Did you know that a “sex life” is important? 77% of mothers responding to a recent online survey said it was. But while 56% say they want to have more sex, 54% say they’re the ones who reject it. Did you catch that? 56+54=110% …. Hmmmmm?

Of 2,528 respondents to a Momlogic.com “sexless Marriages” survey, 36% are romantic one to three times a week, almost half of the girls report that the hubby is the one who initiates the amorous adventures. 38% say both equally initiate it, about a quarter say they would rather take a bubble bath or read a book.

But nearly half (49%) say that if they have sex, it is “because they want it.” The other 51% I suppose would rather go to a dentist and have an impacted wisdom tooth removed without Novocain or something like that.

Why isn’t there a survey for men?

I always see all of these surveys for women, but seldom see one for the guys. Why is up with that? Here is a question, “When you play prisoner of war, do you remember who it is that gets tied up?” ….. Yeah, that would be a cool question for sure “When you are ready to re-charge your bedroom antics, do you still remember where to hook up the cables?”

Now here is the proverbial other side of the coin … Love is in the air … Or how a Washington man found out how to say “Yes Dear” … Fast!

POULSBO, Wash. (AP) — A Poulsbo woman was jailed after being accused of beating up her fiancé at their prenuptial party. Kitsap County sheriff’s deputies said the woman’s 12-year-old son told her he saw her fiancé kissing one of her women friends early Thursday morning.

Deputies said the woman, 31, gave her friends the boot, told her fiancé to leave, too, and then started hitting him in the face. When he left the house, they say, she tackled him football-style, punched him some more, threw his watch into the bushes and broke his glasses.

Responding to a 911 call from her son, deputies arrested the woman for investigation of fourth-degree assault. Sheriff’s Lt. Kathy Collings said the woman was released from jail later Thursday. There’s no word on whether the marriage took place.

And everyone wonders why it is that women outlive men and we die off early?

Well, I will just tell you, right now, we will set the record straight on this one … “I am the King of my Castle, this old dog wags his tail just as hard downtown as he does at home.” And I have my wife’s permission to say that.

Like I said … I Got Nuthin’ … And if “the little woman” reads this, my prospects for the future aren’t looking too rosy either.

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August 15, 2008

Must Be Nice …

Filed under: Oklahoma,politics,random,Recent — ldsrr91 @ 4:02 PM
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Bush heads to Crawford for two weeks after slamming Congress for going on vacation.

Yesterday, President Bush criticized Congress for taking a five-week vacation without voting on offshore oil drilling, despite the fact that he spent this week at the Olympics (while Russia and Georgia went to war).

“Last month I acted and I lifted an executive branch restriction on offshore oil exploration. And then I called on Congress to join me and…end the legislative ban. Unfortunately, the Democratic leadership in Congress decided to go on a five-week vacation, a recess, rather than act on behalf of the American consumer.”

Since when has this guy been a champion of the consumer?  Same old story, always going around kicking the wrong dog.

Bush’s dig at Congress for being on vacation is ironic, as he rivals Ronald Reagan for the title of Presidential vacation-time record holder. Some highlights of Bush’s time away from the office:

Attended 95 sports-related events.

Made 74 trips to his Crawford ranch, for a total of 466 days.

Made 142 trips to Camp David, for a total of 450 days.

Attended 327 fundraising events for Republican candidates and causes.

Over the course of his presidency, national catastrophes have taken shape while Bush has been on vacation. When he was in Crawford before 9/11, Bush ignored an infamous memo about an impending bin Laden attack. Similarly, Bush brushed off warnings of Hurricane Katrina in 2005 while at the ranch.

Today, Dana Perino announced that after a “day or two” delay because of the war, Bush will spend two weeks at his ranch in Crawford, TX: President Bush is scheduled to leave tomorrow for Crawford, but he is going to delay his departure for a day or two. You have to remember, this is the guy who “gave up Golf to support the troops in Iraq” so with him, anything is possible.

In all fairness to Bush, Russia and Georgia went to war while he was in China, and he was already there, no sense in wasting time and fuel, flying home for the event. I mean he sat on his laurels during 9-11 and he sure wasn’t around much during Katrina, why would anyone expect him to just pick up and fly home for this skirmish in Eastern Europe?

Not when there is Volleyball to be watched, get serious people.

As I said, Ironic isn’t it? We are on the verge of World War III according to some pundits (Bill O’Rielly on Fox this week), and Mr. Bush thinks this would be a good time to go on vacation. But not before he chastises Congress for … not opening up more land for Big Oil (his buddies) to get leases (before the administration in Washington changes).

So here we are, fighting two wars in two countries, that most American’s cannot locate on a map. We have completely forgotten about Ossama Been Forgotten and his rowdy bunch of thugs. We are in the middle of building this monument to stupidity in Texas, called the National Border Fence to keep illegals out of our broken down economy.

A fence that has been, by last count, cut through and breached nine times. The Great Wall Of China is similar, it took $3 billion to build, over 50,000 lives lost in its construction. The first army to march up to the wall, bribed a gate keeper and he opened up the gate and they all marched thru.

Fences don’t work … never have … never will.

The housing market is now in the dumps and doing a slow death roll, unemployment is soon to set new records, if it hasn’t already. But what the hey?

Being a war time President is hard work and there is brush to be cleared in Crawford, a place that probably six billion people have never heard of. Now is a good time for sure, what could possibly go wrong over the next two or three weeks.

It isn’t like it is Hurricane Season or anything like that.

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