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June 30, 2009

Tough New Stance

Filed under: Oklahoma,Recent,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 4:49 AM
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This morning, among the usual gaggle of “you just got to read this” I find a request to switch my domain name over to some outfit in Canada.  It seems the people that just charged me to renew my name, now want to rid themselves of it, and toss me aside to these people in Canada.

Now ordinarily that would not be a big deal, I don’t really care who handles the name, but they want me to get an access key from the old people, to give to the new people, and they claim “they won’t do it” because I don’t have the key.

You know what?  I don’t really give a flyin’ —- about any of it!

Who is it that gives these people the right to come in and hassle us like this?  That is the part that really galds me about all this name change crap, who gave them the right to put this monkey on my back AFTER they collected a renewal fee from me.

So I am somewhat bent out of shape today.  Like I really needed this kind of —- this morning.

If you want to change the ____ name then do it, you don’t need to bundle me up into a tight little knot and make me dance thru hoops.  So that is the story, I sent them BOTH a message and told them to kiss the part of me that goes over the fence last. I may or may not be here in the future, because I did not comply (despite the fact that I have previously coughed up the dough).

Contrary to popular belief, I do this for a hobby, I certainly can live without it.

Not having time for idle BS like this, I chose to ignore it.  It is just another intrusion into my life that I can control, and I choose to worry about more important things in life.  Such as doggy doors on the back of the house, are they really a good idea?  You might think so, it gives Rover free reign to come and go as he pleases, but when you find a possum hanging from the towel rack in the bathroom, is it really worth it?  Stuff like that.

I got a notice, it said, you need to renew your domain name, I coughed up the funds thru PayPal, case closed.


Things are not looking good for Obama Motors.  Only 21% of voters support his plan to bail out GM, as part of the structured bankruptcy proceedings put into place to save the ailing auto giant.  67% oppose the plan outright, and do not support ownership which gives the government a 60% ownership in the company.

As usual the waste of money will usually cure itself, for when there is no money, there is no more to waste.

Yesterday gasoline in my area was selling for $2.17 per gallon, which I hear, is rather cheap.  This morning it is $2.29 and you can say what you want, but these —– are gouging us.  No reason for a spike like that, no real reason, that is.  Gasoline prices have soared by a full 20% since April (how you doing on your wages, you get a 20% increase?) and the average is around $2.50 per gallon nationwide.  So what does all this do, forces people to make hard choices.  Cancel travel plans for the summer, there goes the recovery and the economy stalls once more.

As bad as things look now, Americans have lived through worse.  We seem to always be able to muster up this optimism and hope, almost to the point of being, irrational in nature, to get us going again.  Are we going to be able to do that again?  In the late 1830’s and 1840’s people were broke and desperate in this country.  Believe it or not, this was after real estate speculation got out of control, sound familiar?

Most Europeans when surveyed today are somewhat pessimistic about their financial problems, whereas, Americans find themselves for the most part, optimistic and upbeat despite the dismal numbers.

Believe it or not, one of the few things we have left for us, is change.  We have the option to change, we have the option to accept it at face value, no matter what it is, or walk away from it.  As you learn to respect the value of a quiet mind and place your attention on the moment, you nurture your ability to be present-moment-oriented, free from your worries, concerns, and inner tribulations; all those things that eventually turn into insecurity and self-destructive or erratic behavior.

I may or may not have a domain name after today, and you know what, I really don’t care.  The important fact is that I paid my dues and I should have it without having to jump thru all these hoops that have been set before me on my journey thru time.  You see the simple fact of the matter, when you get down to the nut-cutting, where the rubber meets the road, is this:

As I said in the beginning, I don’t need a domain name in life to continue … I can do very well without it or this … the “choice” is up to me, despite what they say.

Just because some dope drops a bag full of excess baggage in front of you, that doesn’t mean you have to pick it up and carry it down the path of life.

Think about it.


June 29, 2009

Up On The Soapbox Again

Hi Guy’s, greetings to all of you this Monday morning, I trust you had a productive and fruitful weekend and were sated and amused.  As I am an inquisitive sort, I often wonder about things.  All sorts of things.   Things in general, things that don’t seem right, this thing and that thing.

Take Ol T Boone Pickens, my favorite West Texas Oil man, for example.  Before the elections Ol T Boone was on every channel, telling us we had to get rid of the trucks, that we were dependent on foreign oil and that we needed a windmill in every back yard.

This includes Martha’s Vineyard Teddy, you don’t get a pass on this either.

Where is he now?  You don’t see hide nor hair of Ol’ T Boone and I am wondering, “What happened to this West Texas brush popper?  He doesn’t seem to be anywhere to be found these days.”  Could it be that Big Oil discreetly told him to shut up?  Perhaps pointing out to Ol T Boone, that talking about national energy problems and God forbid, unabashedly presenting solutions to those problems, was not in his best interest. That it might be more prudent for him to just be quiet, if he knew what was good for him.

Here is another “thing” that bothers me this morning.

Why is it we are constantly being dumbed down or kept in the dark on most everything, like mushrooms, fed a constant diet of BS and never allowed out into the sunshine.  Why is it we are always being “fed bad math” when it comes to oil and oil reserves in this country?

Why is it when a report is issued that is favorable in nature, why is it never “reported.” Being as T. Boone Pickens, an oil man, the modern day energy savior of the country, has all the answers.  Perhaps he could tell us why was this particular U. S. Geological Service energy based report was kept hush hush?

The U. S. Geological Service issued a report in April (’08) that only scientists and oil men knew was coming, but man was it big.  It was a revised report (hadn’t been updated since ’95) on how much oil was in this area of the western 2/3 of North Dakota; Western South Dakota; and extreme Eastern Montana.  Check this out: The Bakken field is the largest domestic oil discovery since Alaska’s Prudhoe Bay, and has the potential to eliminate all American dependence on foreign oil.

The Energy Information Administration (EIA) estimates it at 503 billion barrels.

Even if just 10% of the oil is recoverable … at $107 a barrel, we’re looking at a resource base worth more than $5.3 trillion.  When first briefed, legislators on this were virtually ignorant of its existence, you could practically see their jaws hit the floor. They had no idea.’ says Terry Johnson, the Montana Legislature’s financial analyst. This sizable find is now the highest-producing onshore oil field found in the past 56 years reports, The Pittsburgh Post Gazette.

It’s a formation known as the Williston Basin, but is more commonly referred to as the ‘Bakken.’  And it stretches from Northern Montana, through North Dakota and into Canada.  For years, U. S. oil exploration has been considered a dead end.  Even the ‘Big Oil’ companies gave up searching for major oil wells decades ago.  However, a recent technological breakthrough has opened up the Bakken’s massive reserves and we now have access of up to 500 billion barrels.

And because this is light, sweet oil, those billions of barrels will cost Americans just $16 PER BARREL!  That’s enough crude to fully fuel the American economy for 41 years straight. And if THAT didn’t throw you on the floor, then this next one should – because the report is from TWO YEARS AGO.  You can read all about it.  (U. S. Oil Discovery- Largest Reserve in the World! Stansberry Report Online – 4/20/2006)

Hidden 1,000 feet beneath the surface of the Rocky Mountains lay the largest untapped oil reserve in the world. It is more than 2 TRILLION barrels .. On August 8, 2005 President Bush mandated its extraction. In three and a half years of high oil prices none has been extracted.

With this mother-load of oil why are we still fighting over off-shore drilling?

The report also reported this stunning news:  It is entirely possible that we have more oil inside our borders, than all the other proven reserves on earth. Here are the official estimates:  8-times as much oil as Saudi Arabia  – 18-times as much oil as Iraq – 21-times as much oil as Kuwait – 22-times as much oil as Iran – 500-times as much oil as Yemen – and it’s all right here in the Western United States.  I find it somewhat curious that no mention is made of Venezuela who we import 5% of our crude.

HOW can this BE? HOW can we NOT BE extracting this?

Because the environmentalists and others have blocked all efforts to help America become independent of foreign oil.  The major oil companies secreting it away doesn’t seem to help matters any either. Again, we are letting a small group of people dictate our lives and our economy.  WHY?  James Bartis, lead researcher with the study says we’ve got more oil in this very compact area than the entire Middle East -more than 2 TRILLION barrels untapped.

That’s more than all the proven oil reserves of crude oil in the world today, reports The Denver Post.  Don’t think ‘OPEC’ will drop its price – even with this find?  Think again!  It’s all about the competitive marketplace, – it has to . Think OPEC just might be funding the environmentalists?  Got your attention/ire up yet?  Hope so!  Now, while you’re thinking about it … and hopefully find yourself just a little bit P.O’d, do this: you should stifle yourself.

The next time you want to complain about gas prices (and you will, Americans LOVE to complain) remember this .. because by doing NOTHING, you’ve forfeited your right to complain … cold hard fact of life, sorry. I just wonder what would happen in this country if every one of you sent a copy of this to every one in your address book.

By the way… this is all true …That is the truly sad part.

If you have any problem with it and doubt its validity, please check it out at the link.

Think about this the next time you are reaching deep into that pocket to pony up some bucks for a tank full of liquid gold.  If any of you happen to come across Ol T. Boone, let me know, I want to ask him a question or two.  We now return you to the REAL NEWS in this country, which seems to be which movie star or media personality and/or celebrity is currently pushing up daisies.


June 26, 2009

Best Laid Plans

Filed under: Oklahoma,Recent — ldsrr91 @ 3:56 AM
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The above is a picture of Larry, Cenda, and my wife Yoko.  They are standing beside Larry’s 95 Prevo, his pride and joy.  Not long ago, Larry traded off his Eagle and made what he thought was a good call, and stepped up to a Prevost coach manufactured by Liberty.  It is a 95 model with a series 60 Detroit.  I call it Larry’s Traveling Cat House, because they travel with four cats, three that they owned, one they found starving at WalMart.

I am reading with some amusement another website where the stories of people getting in trouble on the road with their Eagles  and I think about Larry’s recent trip back home to Ohio to see his family and spend Father’s Day.  When they come thru our city, we meet and have dinner and visit with each other, trade stories, catch up on the news.

Larry recently made a trip from his home in Arizona to Columbus Ohio.  What you might describe as an annual pilgrimage home to see the family.

Before leaving Arizona it was discovered that the Prevo had a problem in the air conditioning system, and it was put in the shop, of course the parts were not handy (had to be ordered) so it sat there for about two weeks, and when retrieved the bill was for $4,800 and some change.

Ahhhhhhhhh, the joys of bus ownership.

Packing up and everything in good working order, or at least assuming that everything was in good working order?  They hit the road east and make about 225 miles, when something goes amiss in the air system, and the bus lowers itself to a “kneeling position” and becomes un-drivable.  A shop is called, and room is made, the air leak is found and the check is written, $280.00.  I thank my lucky stars that I have a torsion bar suspension system, even tho it is archaic and outdated, it is still better than this.

Next day finds them in Tucumcari, New Mexico, just down the big hill from Amarillo, the series 60 Detroit is starving for fuel and barely has enough energy in it to make the top of the hill.  Not any particular hill mind you, just about any hill.  Another diesel shop, Q&A, the whole nine yards, new fuel filters, carefully putting up the check book, here we go again.

Next stop Okie City, home of the Brickyard Canal and Toby Keith Steakhouse.  (Maybe)

After a nice short visit, our friends depart for St. Louie and points east, at least that is the plan.  They make it up to Missouri, barely inside The Show Me State, and are once again, put in the “foot patrol.”  This time it is a clutch fan, and it is on Sunday.

Pulling into a truck stop and assuming a spot, they call road service, and a local guy comes out after church, and removes the errant clutch fan and assures them a new one will be on the next day.  Now Prevo’s have two types of clutch fans, the $800 model and the $1,400 model, which one do you suppose Larry needed?

After replacement, installation, service and labor, they head onto to Columbus, Ohio.  They make it all the way there, well almost, they are shut down 150 miles from their destination, clogged fuel filters again.

By now you should know the drill.

I call him three days later and all is well (of course it is, the bus hasn’t been running and has been parked all this time) and he says “I still have one problem.”  So I say “What is that?”  He replies, “Well, I came out this morning and the thing is kneeling again, and down on all fours.  I just cannot figure it out?”  He then tells me that he is going to check on it at the Diesel Shop later on in the week.  He is in the market for a six pack and I am not talking Bud Lite (fuel filters).

A few days go by, so I pick up the telephone and I give him a jingle, kind of wanting to touch base with him and see what he is up to. We talk for awhile and then he offers, “I got the air problem solved.”

Curious I respond, “Yeah?  What was it?”

So here is the setup, for the uneducated or curious.  Prevost coaches are loaded usually with all the bells and whistles, they have miles of wiring, electrical relays out the kazoo, they are also generously equipped with a host of switches and dials.  He has a bank of switches up near the driver and on this bank there are two push button switches that “dump air” out of the system, in case you wanted to level the coach or for some other reason.

Intently I listen and then he says to me …….. “Dog-gone cat did it, don’t know which one, but one of them suckers, has been walking around up there by the dash, stepped on the switch, and let all the air out of the coach.”

So I said, “You sure?”  His reply was, “Yup.  I aired it back up on Tuesday and then I covered up the switches and it has been up for three days now!”

Which brings me to this …. “The owner of a second hand bus knows how hard it is to drive a bargain” … I cannot wait for the back-haul to Arizona.

Life is short … Enjoy the ride.

Have a great weekend, if you travel be safe.  We will see you all on Monday.


June 24, 2009

Turning Myself Around

Filed under: Oklahoma,Recent — ldsrr91 @ 5:12 AM
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The sign read, “Gas $2.21 per gallon” so I thought to myself, “that sure is cheap, I am gonna get some of that.”  Isn’t that sad, I mean, I have reached a point in life, where I conceive $2.21 per gallon as “cheap.”  I don’t know what is wrong with me, like Pavlov’s dogs, I have been conditioned to believe that they are giving me a good deal.

I need to grow a pair, and get back to bitching, I have become too complacent.

Turned on the tube and the weatherman is predicting, how was it he put it?   Oh yeah, “the Metroplex are may be experiencing some mild severe weather today.”  I don’t know what a Metroplex might be, I live in a city, and how do you get “mild severe” weather?  I get a kick out of the media news people and how they pump things up to make them sound so important, when in fact, “they have nothing.”

  • He was shot by an “Uninvited guest” and then rushed to the hospital.
  • Homeless people are “highly depressed” which is what researchers have found.
  • The following is a “live recording” of the facts.
  • Here is Mark with our “authentic reproduction” of what happened.
  • Today a new race of people, who live inside the earth, were discovered, when one of them came to the surface to go to China-Mart to buy a sun lamp.

Mmmmmmm, coffee is good this morning, fresh pot, you should be here, or in the interest of “good mental health” perhaps it would be safer to be somewhere else.

You make the call.

That is another one, you go to my buddy’s house and he will ask you, “want some coffee?”  Which always strikes me as funny, as I have coffee at home, why would he offer me some?  We are a funny bunch aren’t we?  My father used to say to me, “straighten up and fly right or I am going to read you the riot act.”

Being a young man, I was always hoping for something better, like “The Gentleman’s Guide to French Kissing” or something like that, when you are a teenager, you don’t want anyone reading any kind of act to you.

Man, that takes the cake.  Where did that one come from?  Where do you take a cake?  How come it is not “that takes the pie?” which we all know is easier to carry than a cake, which would be a “piece of cake.”


Been a target rich environment for word games this week, here is a mid week ditty for you.  “To go inside yourself, you must empty your mind and clear your head.”  More psycho-babble from Channel Five, I won’t say who, but he is almost completely bald, used to live in Texas, his wife is named after a bird, and he is often full of it.

Which reminds me.  That is like the expression, “the guy was completely beside himself.”  How do you get “beside” yo’self, and they thought Ebonics was weird?

Time to go, remember the only thing which isn’t up for grabs is no change, and I think it is fair to say, it is all to play for, except for no change.  And finally, in closing, remember that you are never ever completely alone; whether you are inside or beside yourself.  When it gets down to the nitty gritty, in the end, you will always have yourself.

Got that?

So goes Wednesday 6-24-09, Hump Day for a five day a week, minimum wage slave in Oklahoma, hang in there, you almost have it made.  If none of this is working for you, I guess you will just have to get inside yo’self, and clear your head.  I have done all I truthfully feel I can do this day …

Like the folks over at RosettaStone say …. “One day, his son would speak to the world, and he wanted them to understand.” Alas …. Parting is such sweet sorrow, but it is time for me to slink off and “grow a pair” or find some other constructive avenue of thought to while away my day.


June 23, 2009

End of Romance

Filed under: Oklahoma,Recent — ldsrr91 @ 5:01 AM
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With the recent developments concerning General Motors, Ford and Dodge, it appears that America’s love affair with the automobile might be coming to a close.  I can still remember in High School, most people knew you not by your vibrant personality, but rather, by the type of car that you drove.

I didn’t have a car in High School, I had a motorcycle, could not afford the insurance. Come to think of it, I was a little short on the “vibrant personality back then too.”  Living on a somewhat limited income, the scooter route was my first adventure, I was scooter trash, a motorcycle rat, and to this day, a small part of me remains loyal to that calling.  However, I did have my fair share of big blocks, high horsepower, muscle cars in the late seventies, when gainful employment corrupted my life.

My first car was a 1947 model Plymouth 4-door, and it was painted bright orange.  I don’t recall what it cost, but it was considerably less than the $30K and more that they want for a car these days.  It had suicide doors and leather seats, big broad seats.  Lot’s of room, where a kid could introduce his girlfriend to the pleasures of life at the local drive-in theater late on Saturday Night.

Unbelievable as it may seem …. I saw my first James Bond, Shawn Connery movie, from the backseat of my old hoopie.

So a nation that was birthed on automobiles enters into another chapter somewhat void of them.  We are all being pushed into the Honda Civic/Prius mentality, high mileage, reliability and certainly less automobile as far as cars are concerned.  We will still have a rainbow of colors to chose from, but the choices as far as the car goes will be somewhat limited.  I understand that GM thinned down considerably is now only going to put out three models.

Our love affair with gasoline alley and Detroit truly blossomed in the 50’s and 60’s, it will be missed.  The poetry of it, the symmetry, bullet-shaped taillights and tail-fins, the chrome, the rumble of the big V-8 all of it now a thing of the past.

I had a “goat” and the “bird” (Roadrunner) my fair share the big muscle, high-horsepower, gasoline drinking ponies in my time.  I was an instant success, I didn’t have to dress for it, I just turned the key in the ignition and almost instantly, almost by magic, I was “cool.”  Such were the glory days.  Draggin Main on Saturday Night I was a hunk, you bet, windswept hair and huge magnetic smile, fill me up and then listen to me roar!

My testosterone rush fed by three carbs and Brylcreme, the ladies turned their heads and the guys, well they just wished they were me (not really, but this is MY story, so I can write it any way that I feel is correct).  It didn’t matter that it was my main conveyance to get me to and from work, it was also my turtle-waxed pig-iron pony, the best Detroit had to offer, and I was its master.

Over the years it kind of systematically morphed into some kind of tape playing, cup holding, family hoopie, but in the beginning it was nothing short of pure muscle.  When I was 17 and 18 I could go thru a set of rear tires in about two weeks, that is, until I realized that it was hard on the equipment and even worse on the checkbook.

Now days our cars have changed, the hard chargers are gone, replaced by the soccer moms and the SUVs’, the DVD’s playing Big Bird and Sesame Street, no more Stones, no more Grateful Dead.  Now we rush to and fro, we have play dates, ball games, we no longer have big bore Pontiac’s and Oldsmobile’s.

Life is changing and Obama Motors will give us a better deal, all we have to do is wait for the pointed headed busy-bodies in Washington to figure out a way to fund it and walla …. A new age.

Nothing lasts forever, it was a great ride, but it has run its course.  Unfortunately for old dinosaur’s like myself, it will produce another void in life to contend with, another sad note in the orchestra of time and I will miss it.


June 19, 2009

Summertime Weenies

Filed under: Oklahoma,Recent — ldsrr91 @ 4:22 AM
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Do good and they will screw you around anyway.

An Ohio man has been arrested and charged with disorderly conduct for mowing the grass in a neglected public park.  The man admitted he continued mowing the foot high grass in the park after park officials asked him to stop, but says that since budget cuts forced the city to scale back mowing operations, the park had become an eyesore.  “I was only trying to save the city some money” lamented the do-gooder now facing charges.

Religious Lip Service

A bad week for Rev. Alberto Cutie, the hunky Miami Beach celebrity priest was recently spotted on a beach smooching it up with a well-rounded, good looking, parishioner.  The Catholic Church however took a rather dim view of this and he was told he had to quit the church.  So with his girlfriend at his side, Alberto announced that he was quitting the church and becoming a Episcopalian, who will let him canoodle all he likes.  Where there is a will … there is a family squabble, no wait, that isn’t right.

Heating Up


Beginning to get hot here in the Heartland, summer it seems is in full swing, soon to be, triple digit heat and I suppose numerous news related articles on the heat and melt down of the polar ice caps.  Which adds to the mix because there doesn’t seem to be a lot of anything going on around here lately.  Oklahoma is like that, not a whole lot of anything “going down” is normal procedure or protocol, oh sure, every now and then a report of someone seeing Elvis sneaking into a port-a-potty with suitcase full of cheese burrito’s or something like that, but most of the time it is just quiet.


Now the federal government is different, always some “news” about the govt.  Recently they mistakenly posted on the Internet a “highly confidential” 266-page report on the nations nuclear plants, weapons labs, and nuclear-storage sites, with specific locations and details on what can be found there.  Nothing like making it easy for those folks who are not so fond of us, to find what it is they need to put us away.

Find your Happy Place.

Remember all those old wacky episodes of Cheer’s when Frazier Crane would take all the nut jobs up in an airliner and help them with their respective phobias about flying?  And he would admonish them to “Find your happy place, get in your happy place,” turns out there are real issues here.

A man in New York recently began a month long odyssey in which he’ll take up to 12 airline flights per day to conquer is fear of flying.  He will be criss-crossing the country getting off only to switch flights, while following advice to “breathe, shut your eyes, and think tranquil thoughts.”  Takes all kinds to make a world I guess.

One more?  Okay I gnanked this one from True Blue Texan.

To Houston, in fact, where an unaccompanied 8-year-old girl was placed on the wrong Continental Airlines flight by staff. Meaning to go to Charlotte, she instead ended up in Fayetteville. And apparently the only way to fix the problem was to send her back to Houston and then on to Charlotte.

To make matters worse, Continental had a two fer that weekend on losing children. In Boston, a 10-year-old headed from Boston to Cleveland ended up in Newark, NJ. Maybe next time, the parents should write a big tag that gives the destination and flight number and pin it on their kiddo. Maybe this way more “miscommunication” will be avoided.  Read the entire story here.

While we are on the subject of New York?

The FBI just released a new crime statistic and they say that New York “is the lowest of the 25 cities in the country that they checked.”  They ranked New York City at 246 on a list of 261 with cities having more than 100,000 citizens.  Just barely beating out Oakland California, a city that is so dog-gone bad, so crime ridden and miserable that McDonalds is now selling a “Happy To Be Alive Meal.”

Multi-tasking on the run.

This has to be the loser of the week.  Mr. James Coleman of Bristol, U.K., who became a national laughing stock when he cracked his skull on a low lying branch while simultaneously jogging to work and tweeting on this BlackBerry.

“Hurts” Coleman tweeted when he got up off the ground.

“Forget how tall I am.”

Have A Great Weekend, we will see you on Monday.


“The cartoon courtesy of Center for American Progress” (online)

June 18, 2009

Look to the Heaven’s … Look to the Sky

Filed under: Oklahoma,Recent — ldsrr91 @ 4:41 AM

A New York man is suing Bumble Bee Tuna for $100,000 for allegedly choking on a 1.5 inch tuna bone in a sandwich.  He says that he choked for a minute and one-half on the bone before finally coughing it up.  He now says the incident ended his life long love affair with sandwiches made from the tasty, omega 3 rich fish and I “cannot even stand to be near tuna now.”

I have the same problem, only mine is with Road Kill Armadillos lifted up or peeled from the blistering hot asphalt of the Texas Oklahoma Panhandle.

Hard times for duffers.

Nationwide, more than 500 private golf clubs are at serious risk of closing, as recession racked members have resigned in record numbers.  To stave off bankruptcy clubs have been lowering dues and fees, and even, gasp, “allowing the general public to play for a modest fee.”  What is this world coming to?

Good news and bad news file.

First the good news, in late October the government, specifically the Federal Housing Administration launched the Hope For Homeowners Program.  Sounds good eh?  They set aside $300 billion dollars to help some 400,000 homeowners avoid foreclosure.

Now for the bad news.

So far, only ONE HOMEOWNER has benefited from the program, which is highly unpopular because of red tape, expensive fees, and insufficient incentive for lenders to participate.  The government, be it federal or state, has its sticky little fingers in every aspect of your life.  I recently paid off a note at the bank, and one fee, $13 was to the state of Oklahoma, for “releasing the lien on my property.”  Case closed, I rest my case, your honor.  So you might think about that when you plop down your hard earned coins on a big down payment on that itty-bitty little diamond ring, big brother is watching.

Coming back home to roost.

A lot of empty nesters (retired folks without children) are now finding themselves host to their own children and grandchildren as high unemployment rates and high debt take their toll on American families, and the fabric of the American Dream begins to slowly unravel.  Adult children and their children are flocking back to Mom and Dad.  Over 5 million adults in this country ages 25-34 are now living at home.

It is getting to be so common place, they have even associated a name with it, “the reunited family.”  Which of course is going to present even more problems, as the young people are not all that happy with having to move back home and the empty nesters are not relishing the fact that they might have to give up their newfound freedom and privacy.  All of this adds to what people are calling a “new living dynamic” in life with Mom and Dad the second time around.

Personally I don’t have a clue where all of this is headed, but I do know this:  If cup cake and I have another kid, it is going to be born eighteen years old, because it has to go to work right away. Next thing you know, Dr. Phil will be writing a book on it or it will be the talk of the town on The View.  Inter-generational living, life with mom and dad, the separate kitchen on the back of the house, and your very own backdoor.

Look for it on your local bookshelf just before Christmas.


Life on the ragged edge in America, welcome graduates!  Business is hiring a full 22% fewer new college graduates this year than last.  And if you remember, “last year wasn’t any kind of picnic, certainly nothing to write home about.”  But even if you are not getting that much sought after job, and you cannot afford to go to graduate school to stave off the eventual, there is a ray of sunshine.  A glorious, well written, bright eyed Hallmark Card from a relative or a friend awaits you.

They sing to you … They have music and those cute little rhymes inside.

Though you’ve got your diploma

And never will get hired

Think of the bright side

You cannot possibly ever get canned and surely not fired.

(Burma Shave)

There you go, a little sweet mixed in with the salt.  “All experience in life is great unless provided you do not live through it.  If it kills you, you have gone too far.” Remember that little morsel of truth on this Thursday.


June 17, 2009

Tree Hugger

Filed under: Oklahoma,Recent — ldsrr91 @ 4:17 AM
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tree huggerHeard any good jokes lately?

I thought so.

While walking through Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, a man came upon another man hugging a tree with his ear firmly against the tree. Seeing this he inquired, “Just out of curiosity, what  the heck are you doing?”

“I’m  listening to the music of the tree,” the other  man replied.

“You’ve  gotta be kiddin’ me.”

“No, would you like to give it a try?”

Understandably curious, the man says, “Well, OK…” So he  wrapped his arms around the tree & pressed  his ear up against it. With this, the other guy slapped a pair of handcuffs on him, took his wallet, jewelry, car keys, then stripped him naked and left.

Two  hours later another nature lover strolled by, saw this guy handcuffed to the tree stark naked, and asked, “What the heck happened to you?”

He told the guy the whole terrible story about how he got there.

When he finished telling his story, the other guy shook  his head in sympathy, walked around behind him, kissed him gently behind the ear and  said, “This just ain’t gonna be your day………….cupcake…”

Believe it or not, it wasn’t long ago, I actually heard people talking optimistically about things, the economy, society, the nation.  Every now and then, a joke or amusing antidote, not so now.  It used to be happier around here.

But that seems to have died down again,

It wasn’t all that long ago, when people would off hand say to you “Have A Nice Day” or “You Have A Good One.”  Stuff like that seems to be rare anymore, almost as if it dried up and died overnight in this country.  We as a nation for the most part are part of the walking wounded now, it is as if we have almost turned into a nation of zombies, just pacing our way through the motions.

I guess the oil companies decided enough was enough and it is time to exact another pound of flesh.  Just when we seemed like we were on top of it, and coming out the other side, here they come to punish us again.

knocked down

Perhaps it is just me, but it appears on the outside that American’s are smiling less these days, you just don’t hear many good jokes, people seem to be pre-occupied and they seem to be worrying more.  Happiness it appears is down and sadness is up, and for good reason.

Bought any groceries or gasoline lately, I rest my case.

The obvious culprit in all this is the recession, it did not go away, it kind of took a nap for a little while, but it seems to be back.  So in order to counter it, we are smoking more and sleeping less, yeah, that should work. Some will tell you our problems are not a lack of money, but the uncertainty of it all.  I don’t see many bankers letting go of the money, and if they are, it certainly isn’t in any volumes that I would tend to brag about.

So it must be the uncertainty of it all.

We don’t know if our boats are being lifted with the tide or if we are still sinking, we know not of a rush on the stock market or whether or not we will have a job next week, and that is taking its collective toll.

I find myself idly sitting around day-dreaming of a day when I can escape it all and head out for a new adventure in life. Exotic locales such as Venezuela call to me, places of National Geographic fame beckon to me.  To go from Canaima, through the Sabana, the Jungle and the rivers Carrao & Churu, where you will enjoy ne of the biggest emotions of life.

To be in the midst of the green velvet that is home to the families of parrots (some 900 species at last count), and the jungle cats, who are often heard, but almost never seen.

To be in a land of sparse facilities just nothing but a base camp.  Guides as natives, all experts, who will take you through troubled waters, where just a few have made it.  And you be one of them.  I guess that is why things have to change, we know not, whether it will be good or bad, we just want it to do something.

Life is different at every age, and often, beautiful too.  Thank God.  How boring it would be to stay the same for our whole lives.

Have A Nice Day.


“The cartoon was published by the Center for American Progress” (online)

June 16, 2009

I hate Tooooesday!

Filed under: Oklahoma,Recent — ldsrr91 @ 4:11 AM
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I make no secret of it, I am not all that in love with Tuesdays, as a matter of cold unadulterated fact, I believe, sincerely, that Tuesdays are unnecessary and the vast majority of us could live without them altogether.  Thank you for allowing me to elucidate my feelings on the subject, those of you who are regular readers will readily understand, and those of you who are not, well, welcome aboard.

288 visitors yesterday, for some reason, there was a rush to heed the message on Monday, and I for one, do not have a clue as to why this happened.  Yesterday someone sent me an email accusing me of being a bigot because I used the word “black American” in a post instead of “Afro American” instead.  Which I promptly wrote them back and pointed out of course that their line of thinking was ludicrous.

If you are born in Atlanta, then you are Afro nothing, you are a black American.  I also politely suggested that they start writing their own webpage and they could make it their mission in life to straighten out this country, one day at a time.

In my way of thinking, I have only one problem, and that is my profound tendency to follow the advice of other people, especially other men.  That is where the problem usually starts with me, some guy will tell me something, and I like the dummy I be, I will follow that particular line of thought.

A long time ago, men gave away all their power in life.

They gave it to kings, princes, wizards, generals and high priests, like say, Dick Cheney.  They gave it away, because they believed what these other men told them.  They bought into the “Okey-doke” of life, the BS, men always buy into the BS especially when it comes to other men.

(In case you are the least bit curious, BS stands for bad situations … Uh huh sure.)

In most cases, I would most likely be better off listening to my wife, who appears to be smarter than me on most occasions.  She is always claiming “that I do NOT listen to her” or something like that?  But I do, I just find myself slow to give her credit.

It’s a male thing.

Like I said, a bad day for email, a bad day for news.  Yesterday someone also sent me a video of some poor sap on top of a train in India, and this guy gets up after several moments of basically non activity and starts walking the top of the train, loses his balance, so he grabs the overhead wire above his head and is instantly electrocuted.  Now that in itself is traumatic enough for the average viewer, but it goes on some more and actually gets worse.

Another thing that disturbs me is this.  I wonder, “who are the people who send this kind of stuff” and why did they choose me to send it to, do they really believe I would enjoy something this ugly in my life?

I noticed this weekend that the newspaper had a article in there about a “woman’s pole vault.”  This made me wonder, with all the options available to women in this age, how does a woman get interested in pole-vaulting?  It seems at the very least a little bizarre for a lifestyle choice.  Also, I hope you noticed that I completely ignored the obvious opportunity for a cheap phallic joke there, shows I still have a modicum of class left, not much, but a little.

Middle of the month, June is almost over, the farmers are bringing in the crop of wheat, that is always woefully short and not all that profitable.  Graduation time in other parts of the country, where everyone gets dressed up and walks across the stage to accept their piece of the pie (diploma) and “gradumacate.”  Having successfully completed their respective years of “edumaycayshun” with passing grades, capped off by attending “gradumaycayshun.”

Isn’t higher education wonderful?

So having reached my apparent word count for the day, I must head out, I have another full plate in front of me.  Yesterday was strenuous, tiring, anxiety filled and irritating, I had to do banking chores and that is never any fun.

They did however credit my account with a considerable amount of money that is NOT mine and I am going to sit back, shut up, and collect the interest on that.

Late in life I am learning it is better to “mellow out and not let it get you down.”  So that is what I am doing, knowing what it is that tends to push my buttons allows me to take a step back from time to time, and make any necessary allowances so that I am not bothered by it all, that much.

We are all, like it or not, a work in progress.

As we get older, our metabolisms shift and our hips take a different shape.  I for one, find myself scratching parts of my body that I have virtually not seen in over five years!  We can do our best to defy some of these changes, but at some point, we must accept our body’s changes as a fact of life and see the beauty in all its various stages.

Take me for instance.

5:00 a.m. Tuesday, here in my underwear sitting in my chair, wearing my best Virginia City Nevada T-shirt that has four holes in it, which I bought way back when, gasoline was only .59 cents a gallon.  Make a mental picture of that, ratty old T-shirt a cup of day old lukewarm micro-waved coffee, no shoes, no socks, no service …. isn’t that life and beauty in all its various stages?

Which is simply what Tuesday’s are all about.


June 15, 2009

Lunch Under the arch

Filed under: Oklahoma,Recent — ldsrr91 @ 4:23 AM
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News is reporting that gasoline is “inching upwards” again.  It goes up .11 cents in less than twenty-four hours and that is “inching?”  Give me a break.  Oh well, plenty of negative stuff in the world, and it is not my duty to report it, so here we go.

Saturday  morning, I find myself at “McDonalds” and wonder if the clerk behind the counter will be able to understand me, yet alone get my order correct?  Things are looking up, he is a pasty looking white kid, somewhat goofy-eyed, void of any needle marks on his arms and no open sores on his face that I can see, we might have a chance at it today?

I am standing next to this old lady, with blue hair, she is ancient, about 83 years of age I would guess, well up in her years.  A pleasant sort, the kind of motherly grandmother type, at that point in life when you describe her, you would always add “bless her heart” afterwords, that kind of gal.

She looks at the kid and she says, “I would like a hamburger, fries, small coke please.”

The kid looks at her and he says back, “would you like cheese on that hamburger?” which he is trained to say I suppose.  The old lady says, “No.  If I wanted a hamburger with cheese, that would be a cheeseburger, I ordered a hamburger.”

The kid replies, “so that means, no cheese?”

At that point in time, the lady turns to me and shrugs her shoulders.  The lady then she says to me, “am I speaking English here?”  I say, “Yes Mama I believe you are.”  So she looks at the kid one more time and then says, “Listen sonny, if I wanted a cheeseburger with cheese, I would have ordered a cheeseburger, just give me what it is that I ordered and nothing more.”

Maybe it is me, I don’t know, but stuff like that amuses me.  I can still find a lot of stuff to amuse me, I  don’t have to watch the news.  I have plenty to be thankful for during these hard times.

Thank you Dubya.  Thank you Bill.  Thank you  Hillary.  Thank you Monica.  Thank you Paris.  Thank you Britney.  Thank you Lindsay.  Thank you Jacko.  Thank you uptight women, thank you shallow men.  Thank you for Alive At Five … late, local, live breaking news.  Thank you bald guys everywhere.  Thank you bad drivers.  Thank you proctologists.  Thank you mimes.

Thank you Bill O’Riely.  Dr. Phil.  Oprah and The View.  Rosie O’Donnel, Donald Trump and Max Lauer. Thank you Ba-Ba-rah Walters.  Thank you pro wrestling.  Thank you people with mullets.  Thank you for boy bands.  Thank you for spandex.

Thank you right-wing conservatives.  Thank you left-wing radicals.  Thank you beauty American Idol contestants.  Thank you Exxon you dirty egg sucking dogs.  Thank you for all the bad movies and actors of the 70’s.  Don’t forget Will Farrel, Paulie Shore, Carrot Top.

Thank you again for beauty pageant contestants ESPECIALLY Ms. California.  Thank you overzealous gym teachers.  Thank you motivational speakers.  Thank you tree huggers.  Thank you Burger King and Taco Mayo, without you, I would surely starve.

Thank you France (Bridget Bardot – French fries).  Thank you cross-dressers.  Thank you nerds, geeks, and other socially inept people, like bankers, credit card managers, DMV rate clerks.  Thank you guys with big-biceps and small brains.  Thank you women … with big hair.  Thank you for famous people with slight speech impediments.

Thank you everyone who ever inspired a joke that made me and the entire country laugh.  Lastly Thank you for Little old ladies who stand their ground and make me smile … bless their hearts.

And no … I don’t want cheese on mine either.

When I am ready to sit back, drink wine and eat cheese, I will put some money down on a Condo on the side of a mountain in Vail, Colorado, tune into CNN, kick back and smile.  Right now, conditions being such as they are, I guess I will just have to settle for McDonalds.


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