The ground below me is a checker board of farms and long highways … I am flying the middle seat, 38,000 ft up to Oakland, California working a crossword puzzle. Finding myself stumped I cannot figure out a four letter word for “woman.” At that time I kind of mumble under my breath (a character trait that my wife and most women do not like) and the lady sitting next to me inquires, “having a problem?” She has in her lap, coincidentally, a puzzle book too. Continue reading
It seems I am in the doghouse again. So today’s sermon will not be from the Text but rather from the heart, how’s that? Continue reading
The state recently spent $33 million dollars to build this new interchange in Oklahoma City, at Morgan Road. It is state of the art, as far as Interchanges go, and is so impressive, they are building a carbon-copy of it down south on I-35.
Morgan Road is a huge complex of truck-stops and a mix of other trucking related businesses, so expediting the traffic out of the area, is a top priority. One of the features that I really like are the new on-ramps onto Interstate 40. You have plenty of room to maneuver and exiting and entering is a breeze.
A far cry from what it used to be.
The other day I was in Oklahoma City doing some rat killing and after fulfilling my duties, I cut a swath for the goat farm. I hit the Interchange and came to the “yield” sign, and as I did not note any traffic, blew thru that and headed westbound. At this juncture the road is a well marked, two-lane, one slow lane, and one lane for entry into Interstate 40.
As I made the corner, I sort of drifted out immediately to the higher speed lane to hit the Interstate and head home. In my mirror, I noted a black car, and in my mind I thought to myself, “Man, I sure hope that aint a cop.”
Turns out it was, a genuine full-growed OHP (Oklahoma Highway Patrol). He lit me up and I put on my turn signal and hit the shoulder of the Interstate. He walks up to the truck, I roll down the window, and he asks for my lic. and proof of insurance. Which I provide with a smile.
The officer after checking me out then motions for me to come to the rear of the truck, which I do. He then informs me of why he stopped me (illegal lane change/no seat belt) and I say to him, “Hey? I know you.” He looks at me and says, “How do you know me?” and I reply, “I had a cup of coffee with you about a month ago at Banner Road, at the Shell Station.”
He nods his head in agreement, smiles and says, “Yeah. You are the guy with the bus.” And I smile (figuring I got it made in the shade, I often do that for no really good reason at all) and say, “Yup. That’s me.”
He then says, “You cut me off back there and you are not wearing a seat belt.” Which is kind of true and not so true. I did not cut him off, just kind of nosed ahead of him and I was wearing the belt, it was the “harness I was not wearing.” So I smiled and said, “Well hell, give me a ticket!” He looks at me and says, “I am gonna give you two!”
Now that is more than I bargained for and that was somewhat not expected.
Ended up getting a two-fer, one for the lane change and one for the seat belt. I got a warning on the lane change and it is $20 for the belt. I came home, wrote out a check for the fine, checked the box that said “guilty as hell” and like a sticky-tongue odd ball I am, licked it shut and walked it to the mailbox. Another $20 in fuel money down the chute.
Which is a lot cheaper than the ticket I got on the turnpike last year.
He stopped me and said, “Do you know why I stopped you?” and I replied, “Beats me. I don’t have any coffee or donuts.”
That will cost you $138.00 and some change.
Remember that the next time you are motoring thru our state. Some of our cops have a sense of humor and some don’t.
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What a deal … What a deal.”
LISTEN UP BIG THREE: A high school student in Grant City, Mo. has come up with a dirt-cheap means of transportation. He took an old car (1994 Geo Metro) and yanked its engine and put in an electric fork-lift motor that he bought on E-bay for $200.
The car ran a max of 62 mph and travel more than 30 miles between charges. It is estimated that it costs roughly .25 cents to re-charge its 12 batteries, which translates to about 200 miles for the price of one gallon of gas. Now if an 18 year old kid can figure it out, it makes you wonder why the Big Three cannot.
On the downside (there is always a downside, remember that) contrary to popular opinion, electricity is not free, someone, somewhere, is going to burn something to create it. Just in case any of you are seriously contemplating building your own electric car.
WE ARE BORN NAKED, WET AND HUNGRY. THEN THINGS JUST SORT OF GET WORSE: Here we go again, it seems like a lot of this off the wall loopy crap comes out of Colorado. I know that John Denver used to sing about “Rocky Mountain High” and all that, but I am beginning to wonder.
A 6 year old boy was suspended from school for reciting the rap lyric, “I am sexy and I know it.” He recited this to a female classmate and those in charge, deemed this harmless behavior as sexual harassment and sent him home.
And everyone wonders why our youth are clearly dysfunctional or appear to be on the surface outright idiots?
POSSIBLYRELATED: Consider this. About 93% of all immigrants applying for citizenship correctly answer 6 out ot 10 questions on American History. Whereas, on the other hand, the same 6-10 questions answered by natural born citizens, only 65% could squeak out the correct answers.
YUP, I GOT HIS FINGER-PRINT RIGHT HERE: A woman in Japan who had her bag stolen, took it upon herself to chase down her assailant, take the bag back, and in the process …. “Bite off his finger!” No word whether the police at the crime scene took his finger for fingerprint identification or not.
BAD MOVE FOR SURE: A University of Iowa student was charged with trying to get into a bar using a stolen driver’s license. The license just happened to belong to the bouncer at the front door of the club.
CAT OF NINE LIVES: A cat got stuck inside a washing machine and somehow survived a full wash cycle. A woman who searched in vain all over her home looking for the cat, happened to spot its wet and soggy looking face appearing thru the washer door in her washroom. It had survived more than an hour of soaking, tumbling, and drying. Word has it that she took it to the vet. and he informed her that it had used up seven of its ten lives, but was apparently okay.
And now … A comment from a future member of the Democratic/Republican party.
Yesterday was a splendid sort of day, temp’s were forgiving and it was a nice day to get outside. I had to do the wheel thing (Friday post) with my truck and there close by is a small park, so I kind of gravitated over there, to sit for awhile and soak it all in. The only pressing concern for the entire day was the wheel installation and three letters with windows on them (bills) to stuff in the box at the post office.
It’s a tough job … but someone has to do it.
One of those rare Oklahoma days where you do not have to concern yourself with the ugliness of the political climate in our country. That special time of the day, when you just know that the telephone isn’t going to ring, why people who send you all these stupid insipid emails are not going to bother you. Folks who when you return the courtesy of a reply, you never hear from them again.
Stuff like that.
I would almost swear I heard a Robin singing, the first one of spring, but I am not sure, my hearing having disappeared a long, long time ago, to rattling freight trains and screeching tight curves and steel on steel. Age will do that, take a little from you a little bit at a time.
Several small children there, a couple of girls and a few boys. The girls are such a treasure, so sweet, so kind, quiet, soft giggles and nice laughs. The boys on the other hand, are loud and raucous, they are suspended almost as if they are Apes swinging from some make believe jungle canopy, diving from the top of anything they can find and they are competing with each other to see who can garner the most injuries or stop just short of killing themselves.
As I watched them intently and studied their every move I heard the words to a quote I had heard a long time, resonate inside my head. I think it was Margaret Mead that said: “It is cruelly arbitrary to put all the play and learning into childhood, all the work into middle age, and all the regrets into old age.” More and more each day that I live, these words seem to carry even more meaning to me.
I thought of my Dad, now long gone, who said to me one day in frustration, “Son, these are the best days of your life, only you don’t know it. Try and get your head out of your ____ and enjoy some of it, before it is gone.” And sadly, how those words were for the most part, wasted on me.
First thing you know, as if it has snuck up on you un-noticed, you find yourself down the road a piece, lost as a goose. You reach that point where the American Dream starts to unravel a little, and the door gets kicked in, and you get a glimpse of what is inside.
Marriage, family, bills, obligations and look out, you are over thirty-five and reaching for the sky.
Mid life catches you chasing the ball, reaching for that impossible goal of to “just get a little bit ahead” but it never seems within reach. Turning and burning, to impress all those folks you think seem to matter, when in reality, they aren’t even thinking about you at all.
Then on to what the call “The Golden Years” that time when all the low hanging fruit on the limb has been picked, and everything that is left, is going to take some energy to reach. That time of life … When at best you will need a ladder to reach what is left on the tree, but you are too tired to walk to the shed to fetch it.
Yesterday, now long gone, was one of those special times in life, when you can finally afford to find time to sit back on a park bench and think about the all “good times” which were always a lot better as you remembered them and not all that tough to endure.
But we all know, it isn’t like that at all.
Super Bowl commercials are popular this week, so here is my pick for the best commercial of the Super Bowl 2013 … It really moved my spirit and I hope it does for you.
Paul Harvey and Dodge.
Thank’s so much for dropping by today, leave us a comment and let us know what YOU are thinking about.
Usually this is no big deal, pull the tire, patch it, and re-mount it on the car. I was a little bit hesitant when the person they assigned to work on my car turned out to be some new age tweaker with body piercing and a skunk hair do.
But I did not say anything.
They really messed up my car, skunk boy shot the tire and rim off the tire machine about six feet into the air and it came down on the concrete and damaged it severely. This gets us to the part that I really did not like. Although it was their employee that ruined my wheel, I spent three hours of my time locating a new rim which they paid to replace. Here is the rub, the rim was paid for, they did not compensate me for any of MY time and they did not even offer so much as an apology for all that took place.
If you go to WalMart and they try to assign Skunk Boy to work on your stuff, I don’t care if it is PC or not, tell them you want someone else. In the future, if they look like, or dress like, or sound like, a crack head, I am going to say something first hand about it. I am tired of dopers messing up my stuff and wasting my time and corporations who do nothing about it. In this case, I feel as if I was “lucky in one respect” the entire thing only cost me three hours of my time and about $30 to replace the damaged wheel.
It Might Be The Tube: Having trouble sleeping at night? Putting on a few pounds? Studies have show that watching too much television, computers, TV or cellphone screen messages can put you at risk for depression. Night time exposure to light glow gadgets has already been shown to contribute to insomnia, cancer, obesity, and diabetes.
A new study shows that screen glow can cause mood related changes in the brain. So it isn’t David Letterman after all, and it isn’t the Jay Walkers on Channel four. (It might be Jerry Springer who is the ultimate trigger, we are not sure, we will have to get back to you on that one)
But we do know this.
It is your electronic devices you have surrounded yourself with. If you think about what it represents, it does make sense. You take a rat, you keep ‘em in the dark and study them for awhile, notice what rat things, rat’s do. Then you take the same rats, subject them to huge amounts of light, from something resembling a TV screen or a PC.
First thing you notice is that the rats become lethargic and they ignore their favorite sugary treats, which of course suggests that “they are no longer deriving pleasure out of activities they once enjoyed.” (Being a good rat) The next thing you know, they are auditioning on American Idol and Keith Urban is upset, and the Dawg is amused … What were we talking about here? Depression, rats (the non politician type), and behavior modification.
How do I know all of this? Well, if you must know, I stayed in a Holiday Inn in Amarillo last night. Can we move on?
Same deal with Pepsi, coke, or diet anything …. serve rats fifty to sixty cans a day of the stuff, and sure as hell, they all get cancer. Here is something we should look into … What if white rats are genetically linked to cancer to begin with (born with it in their genes) … Isn’t this going to screw up the data? Leaving you with this consideration we will now conclude today’s science lesson for the criminally insane. Next time we will discuss the problem developing with bears in our population.
Bad Start To A New Deal: Last September Apple stock was trading at $700-$800 per day and now it is down in the mid $400‘s. Cheerio’s, Post Toasties and Cinnamon Buns are going thru the roof! No more twinkies. The year isn’t but one month old, and one Moonshiner has been arrested and The Gold Rush boys in Alaska, are still not finding gold. Things are so bad in New York, the Mafia has laid off ten judges.
And people wonder why television has a tendency to depress a person. (It isn’t all about the light depravation or glow, let me tell you)
Think About This One. If you worked 40 hours a week, 50 weeks a year, and you lost a million dollars an hour every hour, it would take you almost three years to lose $5.8 billion dollars. Now the guys on The Street, JP Morgan were able to do it in only a few months. But if things get really out of hand, they do not worry, because the tax-payers will bail them out. Pretty neat set up.
Ahead Of The Curve: I saved the best for last. Nothing sweeter than seeing something that you have already covered as a post on your webpage in a national headline or paper. Yesterday morning I found this article on Feral Cats and as you know, I had written on this very same subject Fluffy Is A Killer on my site prior to this (December). Pretty cool … Makes me almost want to dance.
Friday, you made it. I am somewhat surprised that I did too.
One Last Thing In This Brand New Month. The manager at WalMart just told me via the telephone that they had terminated Skunk Boy because of poor job performance. If you swing thru McDonalds this weekend and the kid has pimples, jewelry and a Skunk type-do … Hammer down and rush over to Burger King or Taco Bell instead.
I am outta here … Have A Great Weekend.
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Last week I noticed a lot of traffic on my site directed to the bus related items (over there on the right) so it appears that some bus guys are wandering around the garden, grabbing the low hanging fruit and taking some of it home, which is okay, that is what it is there for.
It is a lot better reading than this tripe I discovered quite by accident on Craig’s List the other day. A poorly written missive and a testament to the stupidity of bus drivers in this country. This sadly is often read by the public and helps no one in particular.
Yesterday after reading that I got to thinking about how stupid bus people appear to be. Right now there is a huge concentration of them in the desert out in Arizona, Quartzite, a little burg that no one ever heard of, but once a year swells to a population of well over 100,000 people. The majority of them bus owners. A rite of passage, some people never miss it, kind of like the “Burning Man” for the well equipped or resourceful, desert dwellers of the Stainless Steel variety.
All of them dry-camped in the desert, gathering around campfires at night, lying about how much money they paid for their bus, what good fuel mileage they get and flea market shopping under a huge tent during the day for the latest Chinese Junk.
Having just finished Arcadia, Florida (another famous once a year bus rally), they are all set for the Bureau of Land Management Experience. Which I find somewhat amusing, sitting around in a dust bowl and doing mainly nothing.
Here is another stupid thing bus people do.
They all get on the Internet boards and announce essentially to the world “where they are, where they are going, and when they will return.” Not very smart, very convenient if you are a bus person burglar, you have just told everyone you know (and quite a few that you do not know):
YOU ARE NOT HOME … COME ON OVER AND GET MY STUFF.
Why people do this is a true mystery to me. With the Internet it seems that there are no secrets left in society anymore …. full disclosure. So in the spirit of the post … Here is a little more.
Another club we used to belong to would hold one or two meetings a year. I found it somewhat curious that members from the East coast would show up with “fresh moonshine whiskey” and they would distribute it to a few members in attendance.
Of course they never referred to it as “shine” or anything like that, it was always called “spring water” or some other misnomer. Later on they regaled in announcing to the entire world on their respective blogs and websites their indulgence in a practice that is clearly illegal in most states and nationwide.
A strange part of the bus culture, is that bus people also have this other quirky thing they do, they get on the internet and tell everyone how the trip home went, and announce to no one in particular that they are now safely back at the abode. (They also comment on other buses on the road … calling these reports sightings … and wondering who it might be?) Which brings us to this interesting fact, everyone seems oblivious to.
If you were a “government Revenue man” as they put it back in the hardwoods of Tennessee, Kentucky, and West – By – God – Virginia, it wouldn’t take long to figure out the members were indeed drinking shine, distributing it and transporting it all across state lines, tax free. Which would raise up a red flag quickie pronto.
Someone of course “has to be making it” and that friends is a tad bit illegal.
You could be looking at a considerable jail time and fines, varying specifically by your state. But you are looking at a fine of $10,000 and up to five years in jail for only one offense of making moonshine (even if you don’t sell it). Doing a little research on the subject I found a GA man faced 35 years in prison for making and selling moonshine.
(Well, what else are you going to do while she is watching American Idol?)
The reason the fines are so steep is because the federal government strictly regulates the process, and gets over $2 worth of tax for every 750mL bottle of liquor, as opposed to 21 cents for a bottle of wine and 5 cents for a can of beer. So do you really want to attend a meet, drink some shine with your buddies, and then go to jail?
Not very smart, kind of makes me wonder if “membership is worth it” and is my attendance at some kind of function like this necessary or even considered a good idea? Most of this simply does not apply in our case, as we gave up drinking a long time ago, because of alcohol sensitive prescription medicines.
Bottom line is I find it somewhat scary the whole idea.
As stupid as current government in this country seems to be here lately, I could be found guilty just by the mere fact that I am associated with this kind of nonsense. So if you are new to the culture and you are looking around for a place to hang, might be a good idea to check out the people you are associated with at these things.
Don’t get me wrong, I freely leave you to draw your own conclusions. Might also note that there are plenty of good bus groups out there, that operate just fine. Just remember this … You lay down with a dog, you are going to come up smelling like one, and it makes no difference to the government.
They want your cash, your a**, your bus, and assets, you in turn, get bunk beds for the next five to ten.
Watch those right-handers