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April 30, 2012

Dear Self

Filed under: Blogging,humor,Life,Oklahoma,Recent,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 7:21 AM

Coffee is strong this morning (I robbed the pot before it was actually done) it has that rich hearty flavor as they say on the commercials, robust and fine.  I must be insane or something, do they actually believe that I am supposed to accept the statement “that I search the world over, for the ingredients to make the PERFECT DORRITO CHIP?” and while I am at it, might as well set the mood for the piece right?


NOW REALLY …  A Florida man shot his girlfriend because he mistook her for a hog.  I am not making this up.  You can read about it here.  Come to think of it, I had a blind date like that once.  Come on … Give Us A Break.

LIFE IS TOUGH DEPARTMENT …  A fugitive who took a Kansas couple hostage in their home is suing them for $235K.  He claims they accepted his knifepoint offer of money to hide in their house.  But they later breached the oral contract by escaping as he slept.  He then says, “this resulted in my being shot in the back by authorities.”  And therefore the lawsuit.  Stop the world y’honor, I want off.

BRAIN TEASERS …  I will never understand this at all.  A guy locks himself out of the house, so in order to save money (by not calling a locksmith) he crawls down the chimney of his house and gets lodged and has to be rescued.  Now here is the rub, “what makes someone believe they are going to get by the damper?”  I mean it is just plain stooopid.

Here is another one.  All you people who pick your nose at the stoplight while sitting in your car?  Do you actually believe you are invisible to the rest of us?


DEAR SELF … If you were asked to write yourself a letter when you were sixteen years old, what would you write to yourself?  Now that is an interesting subject to tackle this morning, how would you formulate a response to this question …

What would you say to your 16 year old self?

Would you have warned yourself to steer clear of mind altering substances (drugs) and not to date all those trashy women who did not appreciate you.  How about the no load guys who were too lazy to get a job, and wanted to sponge off not only your good looks but also your generosity.

What would you have written in this letter?

My Dearest Teenage Don, I had a urinary tract infection … again. 

That sentence appeared in my head as I thought about this premise (idea), just as you see it above. I have no idea what it means, other than the obvious. Regardless, I thought it’d be interesting to begin a letter to my teenage self with it and just see where it goes. 

Teenage Don, I had a urinary tract infection … again.

I had to go to the family clinic.  Mom’s doctor liked to abbreviate the condition to UTI. He said that my only option non-specific-uretharitis was in this case was cranberry juice and abstinence. Thankfully, my mother, was always very understanding. How she knew about these kind of things, I will never know. 

When I asked Dad he just said, “go ask your mother.” 

Just remember this:  Life is tough when you are sixteen, and things just kind of gravitate towards that goal for the remainder of your life, and of course, stamps will cost a LOT more when YOU write yourself a letter when you are sixty and I am dead. 

So here is my advice to you this day. 

Try desperately to get young supple ladies to wrap their legs around your 27 inch waist, learn to juggle, play frisbee, always use Zig-Zag rolling papers, drink Sweet Bitch wine from Chile, that has been cooled in the surf of the Pacific Ocean by means of a long string and a beach of fine white sand.  Always avoid window-pane acid (I mean, who would want to watch their face melt in a mirror without suffering a full-blown psychotic break?) and by all means, as you age and mature, stay away from politics in any way, shape, form or manner. 

You should be okay (maybe).

Ok, there is mine, what is yours, what would you say to your sixteen year old self, if you had the chance?

See you at the water cooler



April 29, 2012

Filed under: Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 7:41 AM


I mean really … 7,538 email messages … who needs that?


Originally posted on Just Sayin':

I have 7,538 messages in my email inbox on my laptop. I spent 20 minutes today deleting 572 emails from my iPhone, only to have the phone helpfully download another 500 from the archive.

A couple of weeks ago I spent several hours unsubscribing from many many email lists.

Many remain. Many from various causes I have signed petitions for; many of them in the future will probably be regarding various causes I would sign petitions for.

But does it really make any difference at all?

I would like to just unsubscribe from them all so I could stop cluttering up my life and making my days busier than they already are, but I fear that’s just, well,

and exactly why we find ourselves in the situation in which we find ourselves.

No easy answer to that one, what?

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April 27, 2012

Pond Project

Filed under: Blogging,Life,Oklahoma,Recent,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 8:31 PM

We have not been spending a lot of time at the keyboard here lately, as we have had other interests that were ongoing, one of which, is the pond project.  Kind of buttoned it up this week, and although it is mostly dry (only has 18″ of water in it at present) it is for the most part finished (We are giving it a little time to settle in and then it will get filled).

Pond Statistics:  100 feet long, 50 ft wide, average depth when filled is 4 foot.  The bottom end of the pond is 25 inches lower than the east end, and it is built up an additional 33 inches on top of that (51 inches).  It is fed by two sources, a 175 ft long french drain system and a 55 foot straight feed 4″ pipe.  It collects almost every available drop of rain water coming off the hill.  When it is drawn down to minimums, it is a little over 18 inches deep average, and the east-end goes to a depth of 6 feet.

One of the interesting things in the photo’s is the change of seasons, first no leaves on the trees, all the grass is dead.  Then spring arrives, the pond fills, the green explodes and life begins anew.  That is kind of cool.  There are huge piles of dirt visible and then they slowly disappear.  At one time, there were as many as 12 to 14 piles of dirt on the property but most of it has been fixed now, one pile remains, and that will eventually be used as fill material for a waterfall on the far end.

All in all, it has been worth the effort and the time, it is nice to go out in the shank of the evening, about the time the Purple Martins start to feed, and watch them make their lazy circles in the Oklahoma Sky in the cool shade as the sun slowly sets in the west.  My own little slice of heaven here on the plains.

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It has been a chore.

Have a great weekend …. I will see all of you on Monday.


Page Arizona …

Filed under: Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 4:25 PM


Take a minute or two from your busy day to read this and enjoy the beauty of it. Well laid out and informative, this is what blogging is all about. A job well done. 


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Page Arizona does not rank as a cultural destination.  This small town on the northern edge of Arizona was established in 1957 to support the construction of the nearby Glen Canyon Dam.  Page’s history is

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April 26, 2012

Driveway Queen

Filed under: Bus Life — ldsrr91 @ 4:56 AM
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Tom Turner, our reader on the left-coast of America wanted some bus porn, so here is a little to whet his whistle.
Groom Texas is the site of the cross, largest cross on the North American Continent, or so it is said.

I wake up and my pillow is full of slobber, man, I hate that!  Forming a mental picture of my head on this pillow and my tongue hanging outside my mouth, sort of like those old blood hounds in the movie, Cool Hand Luke, and it just strikes me as revolting.

Deftly reaching up with my left hand, I wipe my face in a masculine manner (meaning with a bare hand because I do not have a handkerchief handy) and quickly look around (to see if anyone observes me doing this repulsive thing I have unconsciously done) and I quickly sit up in bed.  What is it that triggers a dream such as this?  Where you are prone to consume your own pillow.

Only in the mind of man, does something as bizarre as this occur.

Reaching out as if I almost in a state of disbelief, I touch the pillow and it is soaked to the bone as my grandmother used to exclaim.  What about the dream?  I am thinking hard, and I remember some people, a plate full of honey-covered brisket (if there is such a thing?) and vaguely, some off-color conversation, a handful of good-looking beautiful, robust, round shaped women.

I am mystified, “a plate full of honey-covered brisket?”

Coming from a long line of finger lickin’ chicken eaters kind of people (Donnie, don’t let the dawg get into them bones!), honey soaked brisket seems awfully foreign to me.  Meat and tators in our neck of the woods, flies in the butter, no brisket anything in this part of “Ameri-Kuh” as George Dubya used to say.

Same with touch football games and well manicured lawns, why I dream of these things, truly escapes me at the moment. I live in Oklahoma, where a large percentage of the population actually believes that wrestling on television is real, and in the southeastern corner of the state, the idea of gun control is to “hold it with both hands Earl.”  Where your first born child has three names … Billy Raye Littler.  Where people generally say, “Whadya mean you got a bus?  Did-ja mean a reel bus?  You mean like one of them Greyhound things, Oakridge Boys star buses, one of them?  Well, I’ll be.”

So you can readily understand why dreams of idyllic New England and front yards full of leaves of many colors, touch football just do not resonate with my country soul. Sweaters tied loosely around the neck and women with names like Buffy and Tiffany just do not register, nor induce slobber.

The absolute worst dream I ever had was the first night I spent in my Eagle in Alabama.  Our bus has an overhead mirrored ceiling that runs the entire length of the coach.  The first night I ever slept in it was in a rest area in Good Hope, Alabama (just a tad north of Birmingham) where I woke up abruptly and looked up for a moment “and actually thought I was being attacked by a naked skydiver!”

Now that … that … was a scary dream, but I digress, we are talking about this dream, sorry

In my latest dream, Big Jim lites up a cigarette and everyone in the waiting room at the tireshop is horrified, this must be a terrible thing, but I fail to see where it would induce slobber on the pillow.  Now if it were a beautifully painted up Detroit or Big Cam 600 Cummings, with chrome plated rocker covers and un-rusted exhaust pipes, steam cleaned and shining brightly, that would be a different story altogether.  Fresh paint on the body of the beast, new Armor-all on all the hoses, no grease … Ah, the dreams of man.  This would be enough to induce slobber or at best, provide that deer in the headlight look on most men.

Unfortunately most dreams are not of that pleasant nature.

Not that long ago, the wife, in the middle of the night, shook me awake rather violently.  I was, to say the least, rather startled and I might add, a bit confused.  I did not smell smoke, I did not hear the thunder, the wind was not howling, nor did I see any lightning.  In other words, all around me seemed, despite her apparent sense of urgency, rather normal for four in the morning.

I said to her, “What?  What?

What in the name of GOD ALMIGHTY is wrong woman!”

She said to me, “I have a dream.  We are in Wikiup, Arizona, in our bus, you drive off and leave me there!  Why do you do that?”  I sigh, a sigh I have learned to do almost habitually over the years, and I say to her, “This?  For this I am shook into a rather strange version of reality at this time of the morning?  You had a dream and I left you in Arizona?”

She looks at me, very much relieved and says, “Yes, yes that is it.  You drive off and leave me!”

At that point in time, I slowly lower my head onto my pillow (which has not been slobbered on here lately) and I mutter under my breath just loud enough to be heard, “go back to sleep woman, I will drive back and pick you up.”

“Life isn’t about how you survive the storm, but how you dance in the rain…”

You can travel east and west, but in the end, well, y’know the rest, dontcha?

(As my friend Bernice would put it … Life Is Good)



April 25, 2012

Opt Me Out Too …

Filed under: Blogging,humor,Life,Oklahoma,Recent,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 3:07 AM

Special Interest … Islamist’s in Australia are resorting to ever more “thuggish” tactics.  A 46 year old mother of seven wore a full black niqab that shows only her eyes, falsely and maliciously accused a police officer of trying to tear off her veil during a traffic stop for a random breath test.  Fortunately the officer’s in-car video recorded the stop and showed that he behaved in a utmost courteous manner and showed the lady respect.  Which kind of threw a wrench into the Islamic woman’s “screeching provocation” as she refused to comply with the law and show her identity.

These are those wonderful people who come here to live in peace and of course update their Facebook page daily with such diatribes as “death to the American pig savages and other infidels.”  Now if that doesn’t make you all warm and fuzzy inside, well, I just don’t know what to tell you?

While we are on the subject?

Please, no more emails on Muslims being opted out of the Obamacare proposals or how they do not blend in, and are receiving all of this special attention.  I would put a filter on it, but I am not all that sure how you do that (or how it is that “I” do that) but for right now, I am deep-sixing it into the round file (trash) and paying no more attention to it.

Really, it is all in the manner with which you look at things.  Not long ago, I  was sitting at a stoplight, minding my own business, waiting on it to turn green.  A carload of bearded, young, loud Muslims, shouting anti-American slogans, with a half- burned American Flag duct taped on the trunk of their car and a “Remember 9-11″ slogan spray painted on the side, stopped next to me.

The light changed, the Muslims praised Allah, shook their fists, hit the gas & darted off ahead of me.

Suddenly an 18-wheeler came speeding thru the intersection & ran directly over their car, crushing it completely, killing everyone in the car.

For several minutes I sat in my car thinking to myself, “Man… that could have been me!”  So today after considerable thought, I have decided;  Today, bright and early, right after breakfast, I am going to apply for a job as a truck driver.

Face it.  There is just one minority left in this country, and that is a white-anglo-saxon-tax-payer, all the rest are special interest.  They get it all, most of it free, because we allow them to have it (our government gives it to them and of course, denies you when you ask).  Turn off the tap, cut off the honey, and they will migrate back to where it is they came from.  Personally, I think Arizona has the right idea,  you can read about it here.

It must be true, I read it on the Internet … A Canadian dog who went missing about a year ago has been found, on the opposite side of the country.  This would place the dog about 2,000 miles from where she actually lived.  The dog was initially found drinking from a river by authorities and it was found to be lost by means of a micro-chip implanted just below her skin.  Man, that is a long, long ways to amble on in life.

Walk Towards The Light … Two sisters are suing a cemetery in New Jersey for $25 million dollars because their mother was buried in the wrong grave.  They were distressed to learn that their mother was not in the grave assigned to her, #103, which they have steadfast visited for the past 20 years.  Now they are seeking damages to ensure that the cemetery “would not be inclined to do that again.”  It is good to know that our precious court time in this country, is not being taken up with frivolous pursuits and that justice (in the tune of $25 Million) will be served.  And everyone always wonders why the legal profession is tagged with “ambulance chasers.”

Storage Wars On The Home Front …  It sure would be nice to kind of get caught up on some of this stuff around here.  May be sit back in the cool shank of the evening and read a good book, a little “me time” to kill off the doldrums of every day life.

The Secret Lives Of Hoarders (Perigree $15) is a pretty good read.  We have been watching a lot of this show Storage Wars, and it kind of goes hand and hand with it.  When you read this book, in the back of your mind is a small voice that whispers “there but for the grace of God … “  Anyway it is a good read about a man who runs a profitable home cleanup business.  Most folks that know us, know that I am the heaver and she is the stuffer, we go thru it all the time.

You cannot win, why?

Because it is not about the stuff, it is about the emotion.  Pick up a copy this week and check it out.

One more and then I am outta here.

Now that is my kind of neighbor!

Middle of the week for a min-wage slave in Oklahoma, hang in there, you almost have it made!



Cartoon courtesy of American Progress Online

April 24, 2012


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It is no small wonder I am half confused all of the time.



April 23, 2012

WordPress.Com Is Wrong

Filed under: Blogging,Life,Oklahoma,Recent,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 8:46 AM

Creative Endeavors should go over 1.2 million visitors sometime this month, we are just a tad shy of the mark right now (about nine thousand short) and with our daily hit count, this goal, should be achievable.  Why?  I really do not know, I just hit it when I can, I mix it up, I try and make it interesting.

It is not adversarial, and not all that controversial in nature or scope.  We do our best to keep it clean most of the time, but it has at times, got a little randy, and we don’t apologize for it.  We just continue to make it a nice little watering hole where you can come to be amused, confused, but never abused.

That is all you need to do. is wrong …  I read all these “self help hints” and all that jazz, but the truth is, “it doesn’t work.”  You can put up a thousand pictures in your post, you can post every day, you can make it interesting as all get out.  But that doesn’t insure you are going to grow ex-potentially (you are not supposed to use big words either) and you will never have comments out the kazoo and a reader-base that is the envy of the Internet social networking community by following these guidelines.

It just doesn’t work that way.  At least that is my take on it.  If you don’t believe me, “look at your own stat’s and try to figure out why you are not Fresh Pressed or sitting on top of the pile” and let it eat on you.

We put up a post not long ago, that had over 1,800 views in one day (our all time high is 124,000) and it generated but two comments if I remember it right.  It had pictures, it had good material, it was somewhat interesting … but it didn’t hit any home runs.  It had all the ingredients of the formula for success, but it did not create any.  Go figure.  Anywho, we should hit 1.2 million visitors around May 1st or possibly sooner, and that is a hoot, I don’t care where it is that you live.

Growing Your Own …  Officials have charged an Oak Park, Mich., homeowner with a crime for growing vegetables in her own front yard.  Although the vegetable garden is tidy, city planners say vegetables are “not what we want to see in our front yards.  The city code requires “suitable” vegetation, which they define as a “nice grass yard with beautiful trees and bushes, and flowers.”  So there it is, “you don’t own anything in this world, you are just a caretaker, and if you don’t grow it the way they want it, you are screwed.”

C section, and this one I suspect was a capital C …  A woman in Longview, Texas, gave birth by caesarean section to a 16 pound 2 foot long baby, believed to be the largest baby ever born in the state.  No big surprise here, they always say “everything is bigger and better in Texas.”

So much for technology … Miami Florida officials said they would furlough dome city workers because penalties from red-light cameras fell $8 million short of their $10 million forecast.

Almost brings a tear to your eye don’t it?

Watch yo mouth … Meaghan Blanchard, a country singer who called Prince William a “douche” when performing for him and his wife in Prince Edward Island.  “I mixed up duke and duchess” and it came out “douche.  She explained.

That will be something to tell the kids, that’s for sure.

Weather is turning off nice, we have had a respite from all the recent rains (which we sorely needed) and the long dog-days of summer are just around the corner.  LittleSunDog has already went thru five gallons of fuel and 600 ft of weed-eater string!  Now me, I am going to go out and sit down on Mama’s boat dock on the pond that I built this past week.  Sip some Ice Tea and mellow out.

Relax in my wooden deck chairs and watch the Purple Martins fly around the yard devouring copious amounts of bugs.  No Humming Birds this year, I suspect the drought had a lot to do with that.  Only four of our fourteen birds returned from South America this year also.  I suspect it is the drought.  The drought now stretches from North Carolina all the way to Arizona.  A 14 state area which is causing massive crop failures and leaving hard-hit ranchers, struggling to feed their livestock.

Same goes with wildlife, hard times have come to them too.

I’ll Huff and I’ll Puff And I will blow …  A Virginia man was arrested after he allegedly burgled a porn shop and was found “attempting sexual relations” with an inflatable woman.  Police were called to the break in at 2/45a.m. and found glass from the front door shattered.  A police dog then led them into the shop’s interior, where the burglar was found in flagtrante-delict-o with a blow-up doll.  It is so sad said the store manager, our stuff is reasonably priced.  Anyone can come in here and purchase it.

There are just some things that MasterCard cannot buy I suppose.  It is kind of like what U.S. Sprint advertises …  “The real reward is making our customers Happy.”

Check your local listings … Last night on the news, the dorks at Channel Five were doing a story on a meteor shower in the heavens.  The usual “go outside the city, find a dark place, and observe this wonder of nature” was put forth, typical media drivel.  Here is the part I found so intriguing.  She also said, “If you don’t know where to look exactly, just Google this constellation on your Smart Phone” and it will tell you where to look.

(Uh?  Duh!  We don’t all have smart phones!)

Which co-incidentally was just about the same time I told them “where they could go” and changed the channel.  See you at the water cooler …  (Just Google it on your smart phone or ask someone in the hallway where it might be, that always works for me)



April 21, 2012

Is This A Great Country or What?

Filed under: Blogging,humor,Oklahoma,politics,Recent,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 6:54 AM

April 20, 2012

Life Is One Grand Adventure

Filed under: Blogging,Life,Oklahoma,random,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 5:49 AM

Kind of nasty and cold this morning, a surprise, but then again, “this is Oklahoma” the extreme weather capitol of the world.  So I guess I will just sit inside, drink my coffee and savor those salacious Sandal’s commercials on tv and devote myself to whiling away another day … what’s up with you?

Having realized a long time ago, it doesn’t pay to complain about it, I have just learned to adjust and try and go with the flow.  Life is an adventure (or at least it should be) and we all get a shot, what we make of it is our biz.

A friend of mine related a story to me along those lines not long ago, so perhaps, this is the right time to share it with all of you?

He told me that he was out walking his dog with his son who is three.  He also mentioned that the dog, a six month old Golden Retriever was a little difficult on the end of the leash, so it’s sort of like trying to walk two toddlers at the same time.

Having at different times in my life, owned small puppies I know how difficult it can be to walk them.  On most days it is simple, “you just go where the puppy goes.”

But that is another story.

My friend told me that a couple of blocks down the street from his house is an old orchard. It’s unfortunately not really active anymore, but for one block down the street there is no sidewalk, only dirt.

As they were walking along he was saying to his son that they were going to have an adventure by walking on the dirt. The toddler thought that was great fun, of course.

So when they got past that dirt lot, and to the end of the street where it was time to turn back, the small lad hesitated a bit, and then he said he wanted to go on the “adventure” again.

If you are like me, you have to listen very carefully when a youngster talks to you.  My friend, said that when the boy said adventure, it sounded nothing like when he says it.  In fact at first he mentioned that he could barely tell what word he was trying to say.  That is the way it is in the beginning.  Over time, his son will sound like he’s been saying “adventure” all his life and it will sound “normal.”

Stepping out onto the front porch, nothing has changed.

The wind is straight out of the north, it has a bite to it, with veracity it tears at the corner of my eye.  I am not a happy camper, but as the sun slowly rises above the horizon, I know it is important to take my licks and face the day.  I know that over time, things will gradually come full circle and bring back to me, the joys of life, the adventure.

Just takes the wisdom of a kid, to show you the mysteries of life on some days, the words and feelings you are struggling to learn now will sound like your “normal” vocabulary and feel right, later on and will be easily understood by your audience.

No one ever achieved peace by avoiding life, it just doesn’t happen.

Have a great weekend.


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What folks have been reading at Creative Endeavors this past week:

Bikinis (The reason men are pigs)

The Worry Tree

Weather Guessers Game

Clear Blue Sky

Ramblings of a Retired Mind

A Moment In Time

Get It Right America … Something is Very Wrong.

Goin With The Flow

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