October 30, 2019

This should account for about 30 seconds of wasted time

Fall is settling in with a concentrated effort to remind us she is a harbinger for winter yet to come. Cold rain and cool temperatures will hint at a possibility of snow by tomorrow. I still need to cut the grass one more time. Perhaps this weekend.

I continue to train hard to prepare for a life as a professional iPad free cell player. Clearly I can't make a living blogging. I'm never going to write the next great American novel. So electronic cards may be my ticket to fame and fortune.

I slept the past couple of nights in the office recliner. I'm feeling much better today. Thanks for asking.

I have finally chosen my Halloween costume. I'm dressing as a guy who isn't wearing a costume. Yes, I will wear jeans and a T-shirt. Classic.

Enjoy your hump day, amigos.

October 29, 2019

Four

Just ain't feeling it

October 27, 2019

Riders on the storm

What a difference a day makes. Heavy rains followed by strong winds (50+ mph) has played havoc with the fall season. On Friday the leaves of the maple out front were green or slightly yellow. This morning my front lawn is covered in leaves.

I think the Grandgirl brought home a bug from preschool. I mentioned previously that both girls were sick. Now guess who is congested and feeling lousy? Yep, your beloved host. Of course it is a given that this is the Worst Cold Ever. In fact, most of you would already be heading to the doctor or closest ER if you felt like I do at the moment. Me, I will tough it out and serve as an inspiration to you all.

I'm giving like that. You are welcome.

We went to the old hometown to visit some friends last evening. We laughed. We played some euchre. It was a good time, as it always is.

I think I'll try to talk the wife into having beef and noodles for Sunday dinner. It is my favorite meal.

I hope you have a great day.

October 26, 2019

Busy as a bee

Both girls were sick yesterday so they stayed home under the care of mom and dad. I decided I would do some of the long-delayed fall outside work. I cut back the hostas and lillies, tossed the begonias and garden plants. I trimmed the oak hydrangea to a more manageable size. I washed out and stored away my little fountain. I stored the chairs and table from the front porch into the garage.  I put the cushions from the aged chairs on the patio in the shed and generally cleaned up outside. I have to mow one more time. After that it will be time to commence raking. I did all of that work and didn't even once take a break for a last fall cigar.

The rest of the day? I suppose I spent the time playing free cell on the iPad, reading, watching The People's Court and either Hallmark Christmas Romcoms or Clint Eastwood westerns. You decide which.

Wow, retreading my efforts so far bores me to tears. My life is bore-ing with a capital yawn. That is tne problem with my late to bed early to rise sleep pattern. It leaves a lot of hours to be filled with the ennui of life.

Enjoy your Saturday.

October 25, 2019

What we have here...

Life continues its slow pace here at the homestead. Leaves are turning and the fall air is cooler. Winter is indeed coming.

I have nothing new to report on the job front. I travelled to Ohio earlier in the week for an interview. I was sent the proverbial bullet yesterday; no thanks good luck elsewhere. Sigh. I'm not sure what is going on. I may be coming across as desperate. It could be younger candidates. It could be a person with better qualifications and more direct experience really was available. I don't know.

The mortgage company is getting a bit miffed. OK, a lot miffed. I'm more than concerned at this point.

Too bad God didn't see fit to take me when I had a bunch of work-paid life insurance. At the least the wife could have a place to live.

You didn't come here to read my complaints. I hope not anyway.

I fried up some traditional Hoosier breaded tenderloins and baked up some homemade Mac and cheese for dinner last night. It was tasty and filling. I might add there is none of that pre-cubed pork going on here either. I pound my own meat. Thin and huge and coated with cracker crumbs and fried golden brown.

As far as I know we have no plans for the weekend. I need to pull up the garden and the dying flowers in front. The grass needs cut at least once more. Rain is in the forecast for today and Saturday, so who knows? There is always next week. I have nothing better to do anyway. perhaps I will change the furnace filter today.

Have a great Friday.

October 24, 2019

Dining Out

A couple of senior couples were strolling along, wives in front, husbands in back chatting. Bernie turns to Marv and says,”Ya know, we went to a new restaurant last night and had the best meal ever. Great prices, too.”
Marv smiles and says, “Well, we like to eat out too. So what was the name of this fine new eatery?”
Bernie says, “You’re going to have to help me out here a little. What’s the name of that pretty flower, smells sweet, often red, grows on a thorny bush?”
Marv grins again, “Well now, Bernie, sounds like a rose to me…”
“Yes, yes, that’s it!” cries Bernie, then he calls ahead to his wife…
“Rose! Rose, honey, what was the name of that little restaurant we ate at last night?”

October 23, 2019

Head scratchin'

So I was watching the baby yesterday morning while the wife took the oldest girl to school. The Today show was on. Al was talking about the weekend tornadoes in Dallas. Since he is a True Believer he blamed the event on Climate Change. The host asked if tornadoes were unusual in Texas in October. Al allowed that twisters do happen in October, but stated that the strength of the tornado -F3 - can be blamed on climate change. He said there hasn't been such a powerful tornado in October in Dallas for more than sixty years.

...???...

If there were F3 tornadoes sixty years ago, I guess the fact we had one now isn't because of climate change.

You have to pay attention to these charlatans. They see auguries and signs in everything. Just as the Pagans of old thought it a sign from god if a bird flew to the right instead of the left, the Climateers will see affirmation in anything.

One year

I miss you Mom.

October 21, 2019

Country girl shake it for me

It is a rainy day and a Monday. Thunder booms in the distance as a gentle rain falls.

There was a dead sparrow outside of the garage door this morning. I scooped him up into a old Target bag along with a dirty diaper and tossed the bag into the trash. A sad end for one of God's creatures.

We had a nice road trip to the far north suburbs of Chicago. The granddaughter was ceremoniously baptized in her father's childhood church with the other grandparents standing alongside. It was nice to be included as part of the family, even if they are not blood relations.

The trip itself was not eventful. We opted to go through downtown Chicago Saturday to avoid the cost of tolls. Traffic was unusually heavy for a Saturday. It was typical stop and go on I-94, until it cleard up with no discernable cause for the delay. North of the loop the I-90 traffic snarled things. We escaped much of he congestion by staying in the express lanes. Coming home we bit the toll bullet and took the Tri-State. Six bucks saved us at least thirty minutes.

There you have it, the weekend report. We drove to Greater Chicagostan. Ate dinner. Went to church. Ate brunch. Drove home. The Hampton Inn was nice. And free (I used points).

Have a great Monday. I'm off to the computer to search for a job.

October 19, 2019

I cannot remember the last time I ate a TV dinner

Weird dreams haunted my sleep last night. No I will not relate them, because they were nonsensical and frankly they are fragmenting and dissipating from my awake mind like dust on the wind. "Haunted" is probably not the right word, at least in context. There was nothing scary about the dreams. In any case I find little more boring than reading about somebody's dreams, unless it is 57% of the content of this blog, including this latest episode.

So there.

We are heading off on a road trip today. We are off to Illinoisstan to attend my granddaughter's baptism in the morning. All of those hotel points will provide free shelter tonight. Please don't come and steal my valuables while we are gone. And let me emphasize,  my stogies are not in the locked  cherrywood humidor on my desk. Take the TV, leave the box. My neighbor is gone. Take his stuff, he has better quality than I do anyway. Bedsides, the boy and his dog will be house sitting anyway.

It is time to rip up the garden. There was frost yesterday morning. There may be blooms on the tomato plants, but growing season is done. I picked what few green tomatoes that were of decent size Tuesday to ripen on the cabinet, then we are done with fresh produce. The yield was disappointing anyway; undersized and late.

Have a great Saturday.

October 17, 2019

Wolverines!

In light of yesterday's frivolous efforts, I thought it might be amusing to toss up some video of the concentration camp scene from the classic movie Red Dawn. In case you don't remember, the plot of the movie involved evil commie bastards trying to take over America. Those folks who wouldn't toe the line were, in typical commie fashion, tossed behind fences and subjected to "re-education. Those who objected or refused to acquiesce were shot.

In the film Patrick Swayzee and Charlie Sheen and a couple of others grabbed their guns and like any good 'Mericans, waged a guerrilla war against the Elizabeth Warrens Commies. They were able to that because Beto hadn't seized their weapons yet. Along the way Swayzee danced the rumba and refused to put Baby in the corner all while keeping the rowdy socialists under control at the local bar since "pain don't hurt". His driving motivation was to avenge his Daddy who was murdered in the concentration camp. Spoiler: after Swayzee is killed he gets to come back as a ghost and fondle Demi Moore. And he defeats the damned communists. Win, Win.

Back to my point. I was stumbling around YouTube looking for the concentration camp scene in question. It may exist, but I couldn't get past the unbelievable number of videos claiming FEMA has already set up concentration and re-education camps under the auspices of the Obama Administration. I may put on a tinfoil hat every now and then as a joke. That is batshit crazy stuff.

Obama was never going to throw dissenters into re-education camps.

That was Hillary's job after she was elected.

October 16, 2019

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Chilly morning greetings, Blogoteers.

I had a great topic to discuss today. The post was half-written in my head by late yesterday evening. I decided not go there. The controversy and wave of comments the post would have engendered just wasn't worth it.

Yeah, I forgot whatever it was I was going to write about.

The grandgirls are home the balance of he week as the schools are on fall break. That means the wife is sleeping in as I hunt and peck on the barely-functioning iPad first generation I use for blogging.

The Democrat front runners reaffirmed they want to put the Government in control of every facet of your life and the economy and give you all you desire free of charge. It will come at the cost of your freedom, that is for sure, but don't be fooled, it will hit your wallet too.  Remember how Obama promised his signature healthcare measure would not only give you better insurance, but put a couple of grand into your family budget? How did that work out? Nearly everyone I know ended up with more expensive healthcare and high deductibles.

The only way to keep from taxing the middle class is to declare anyone making more than about $30K as "rich".

The good news is with the Feds in charge of healthcare we can count on long waits, worse care, unreasonable bureaucracy, and regulation; all offered up with lower take home pay. I can't wait to sign up. [sarc].

Listening to the candidates it is clear 1984 will be fully realized by 2024 if they get their way. Heck Beto will not only take your gun, he will force churches, mosques, and synagogues to toe the LGBQT line or else. And if you think he is going to tolerate  you saying, or even thinking, it might be questionable to allow a ten year-old to have a sex change operation, well get set to spend a little time updating the education section on your resume. Re-education is just another word for nothing left to lose.

I've the time. I always liked camping. I firmly believe education is a life-long process. I bet re-education camp is in my future.

Do you think it will be like the summer camp of my youth? I enjoyed the canoeing, hiking, knot tying, building fire by friction sets, pissing on trees. Camp Gulag; start packing today!

October 15, 2019

Temper Tantrum Tuesday

We moseyed down to the mall after supper last night. The baby grandgirl is getting baptized Sunday and the wife needs something suitable to wear.

Boy was I disgusted to see Macy's all decked out in Christmas decorations. It is not even Halloween! Has the entire fourth quarter become Christmas shopping season?

Since I'm all disgusted anyway, I will direct some of my ire towards LaBron James. Poor LaBron. A tweet from an NBA executive supporting the Hong Kong protesters angered the ChiComs. James has discovered he might lose some money on shoe sales or on his remake of the Space Jam movie. So, in a flurry of self-interest, James has castigated the pro-Hong Kong tweeter.

Of course LaBron has no problem trashing here at home. He was supportive of Kaepernick's protesting of America. James routinely criticizes the President. I guess for LaBron, free speech is great right up to the point it hits his wallet.

Spit.

October 14, 2019

Go Crack Corn

I don't care what anyone says, today is Columbus Day, even if you live in Indigenous People, Ohio.

Do we still have white sales on Indigenous People Day? Wouldn't it be ironic?

I know, this non-PC rasciiiist post will get me an additional few months in the culture war concentration camps.

October 13, 2019

I find the study of metal fasteners riveting

It is a chilly 39 outside. Inside it is still chilly at 64. I am resisting turning on the furnace. I suspect the wife will turn it on this evening anyway. She thinks she is in equal control around here.

It is not a 50/50 power share.

She probably is in more control because I want to make her happy. Except for the TV. I generally control it.

The local professional football squad is off today. We are heading off for a get-together of the wife's family. It will be nice. I generally like my wife's kin, now that the one blow-hard jerk of a brother-in-law has been divorced and banished. We rarely see her family outside of Thanksgiving and Christmas. I don't see my family enough either.

When discussing stuff that leaves me confused yesterday, I neglected to comment on the parents suing a video game manufacturer because their sons, 10 and 14 have become addicted to video games. Have these parents never heard of telling the kids "no" long before addiction set in? I don't think Fortnight is like meth, where you can get hooked after the first hit. Unplug the machine. Throw it away. Give the little boogers a book. You are the parents, act like it.

I'm off to get the ingredients for a dessert to take.

You are off to find something more entertaining. Boy, I sure hope you are anyway.

Have a great Sunday.

October 12, 2019

Answering the bell 6,500 times

I'm still breathing, alive, and well. I haven't posted much this week due to a lack of stuff to say.

Hard to believe, ain't it? I guess I've run out of nonsense filler material after 6,500 posts. Yes, readers this is post 6,500. Even if my efforts have been sporadic of late, that is still averaging more than 30 a month, provided my history math is correct. No wonder I am running out of entertaining material.

Like much of the country, fall has arrived in full force and with speed. Temperatures dropped about 30 degrees in a few hours as wind whipped a cold rain yesterday evening. Highs will be in the fifties today.

As far as I know we have no plans for today. We are watching the grandgirls for a bit this evening. Tomorrow we are off to a gathering of the wife's family. We will have to make some food for that.

There is nothing new on the job front. Lots of applications, little to no response. One prospect looks promising but it is still weeks away. I've applied for factory work and warehouse positions. They look at my resume and say "Nope" either because I'm 57 or they know I will leave when something better comes along. I think the "57" thing is my biggest problem landing a job. I'm not sure what to do about it.

Enough on that. You didn't come here to read my gripes. I hope not anyway.

I'm watching the NBA do flips and turns to stay in the ChiComs good graces without exposing their rank hypocrisy to the locals here in the States.

I read with incredulity an article this morning where an elementary school kid in Kansas has been charged with felonies for pointing a finger gun at fellow students. Ponder on that. Fingers. Felony.

Some people claim they are woke, but it sure seems they are more comfortable cowering in bed with the blankets over their head.

I guess it is just not only the job market where my age has put me out of step. I don't get society and culture any more either.

October 8, 2019

Stuck up women

A man rushes home and from the door bellows “Guess what I heard in the bar today?”

The wife smiles and replies “Some new gossip from your buddies?”

The man nods excitedly and says “They said the milkman has slept with every woman on our block except one.” Here he gives his wife a proud smile.

The wife frowns, thinks about it for a moment and replies, “I’ll bet it’s that stuck-up Phyllis in No. 23. She hates blue collar workers.”

October 7, 2019

Cornbread and coffee for breakfast

The littlest one is sleeping fitfully in the baby swing. Sunlight filters through the family room window shades. The wife is upstairs taking a shower. The older granddaughter is at preschool. I'm typing away on my old iPad as the baby murmurs little whimpers in her sleep. Another Monday morning is upon us. 

I'm fighting sleep myself. The room is silent except for the noises from the sleeping 5 month-old and the faint roar of the shower in the distance. I stayed up too late watching the local football team grind out an upset victory. I slept as usual - like a baby; thrashing and whimpering and waking up every three hours. Just as I do every night. 

I wish I had more to report. I am endeavoring to persevere.

Go forth and toil. Happy Monday.

October 6, 2019

Over by the courthouse they are starting to unwind

Hippy music from the 1960s is playing as I peruse the interwebz this morning.  The sky is cloudy outside the blog room window. We might actually get some much-needed rain today.

I read this morning that drummer Ginger Baker has passed away. If you have never seen the movie "Beware of Mr. Baker" you should try and find it on your favorite streaming service.  If you don't know who Ginger Baker was...you need to get some additional education in classic rock.

The wife and I ventured up over to Noblesville for a little festival centered on the covered bridge over the White River. It was a beautiful day to walk around. We bought a bag of kettle corn fresh from the massive popper.  Is it strange that after more than 40 years since our first date I still enjoy hanging out with my wife? I hate what our current economic situation is doing to her. All I ever wanted was to give her a good and happy life.

It has been revealed I will climb into the attic today to fetch the fall/Halloween decorations. To further emphasize the fall vibe, the missus has asked for a pot of my world famous in my mind chili for dinner before we settle in to watch the Colts likely fall to the evil Chiefs in the Sunday Night NFL contest.

That may be the longest and most poorly constructed sentence I have ever composed.

There you have it, another soporific fun-filled and action packed episode at the Hoosierboy Blog (i really hate that blog title). Enjoy your Sunday.


October 5, 2019

If you go chasing rabbits

It is probably unseemly to complain that I am cold this morning. A couple of days ago I was sweating  like I just emerged from a sauna while posting from this very recliner. I'm not really complaining. I like the cool nights and mild days of fall. One of the joys of living in the Midwest is getting four full seasons. Over the years fall has become my favorite. Currently, the long lingering summer means the leaves are still a vibrant green, but things will change fast as seasonable weather finally arrives. In fact, the sugar maple out back is starting to drop a few leaves.

I am going to have to buy a new rake this year. I bought my current rake in 1986 after we purchased our first house. I bought it at Big Lots. I probably paid two or three bucks for it. It was low quality even then -- I had to nail the head to the handle soon after I bought it. The nail is still there, but now the rake is missing almost half of its cheap metal tines. I guess I got a good return on my investment.

As far as I know we have no plans for the weekend outside of a soccer game this morning. That doesn't mean we will sit around watching old movies and popping peanuts in our mouth. It is more likely I don't have the need to know until time to plop my butt into tne red Escape and driving us where directed.

Here is a song that reminds me of fall by a band you likely never heard of. These guys were the headliners at the first "concert" I ever saw and played a lot of the dances at my high school and in area bars back in the days a band could make a living (before DJs ruined everything).





October 4, 2019

Major Matt Mason reporting for duty

Wow, we just went from 90 to 55 like we just saw a State Trooper.

I stole that. It doesn't make it any less humorous.

It's Friday,  Woot. Not that it matters. But you might care. I doubt you need my calendar reminder though.

Democrats have finally admitted the truth when a Texas Democrat Congressman told MSNBC that he's afraid that if they don't impeach Trump he will get re-elected. High crimes indeed.

Stinking Cardinals.

Strange, The Democrats were all for getting to the bottom of Election interference until Trump started asking for help from places who just might have been involved in the nefarious deeds -- helping Democrats. Then a Muelleresque inquiry becomes an "impeachable offense".

So much for No Politics Friday

The oldest Grandgirl has her last soccer game tomorrow. I don't think she is destined to be on the 2035 World Cup team. I don't think soccer is her sport. As long as she has fun.

Have a great day.

October 3, 2019

Pithy Perspectives

I cannot find it today*, but earlier in the week I saw a list of the 50 most miserable places to live. Gary, Indiana topped the list. If you have ever driven through that blighted urban landscape you would likely agree with the "miserable" assessment.

What struck me reading the list was the one thing almost every municipality had in common.

Can you guess?

Nearly every single place on the list has been controlled for decades by Democrats.

It is probably a coincidence.


* I didn't try too hard to find it. Look it up if you don't believe me. research is good for you.

Fine, here you go

October 2, 2019

Humpity hump

I'm sitting here sweating out some serious global warmitude. The wife took the grandgirls over to their house to play in the air conditioning.  We have spent the past two nights over there while central Indiana sets some new high temperature records. I came home this morning to make some calls and do some job searching. Because I'm nice like that, I thought I'd throw up a blog post for your enjoyment, or not, whatever.

I finished the Ken Burns Country Music documentary Sunday. I was shocked to discover just how many country songs I knew, and even more surprising -- liked. I guess all of those Saturdays of my youth when Hee Haw was tuned in on the TV stuck to me more than I thought. Weirder, I have been listening to classic country on my Echo spy machine and somehow I can identify the singer in many cases. What is up with that?

In other news, hearsay, innuendo, and gossip dominates politics.

I think a bunch of Democrat Congresscritters held me down and cut off my hair. Impeach them all.

You heard it here 19th, Hillary is gonna run again. This whole Ukraine thing is going to sink Biden. Bernie just had heart problems. Fauxcahontas is too far left. The rest have no chance. Hillary thinks the third time will be a charm. Plus she is tired of slurping tears with her Chardonnay. From her perspective, and to many Democrats, she isn't any more corrupt than The Trumpster.

October 1, 2019

At the Creation

On the first day, God created the dog and said, “Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years.”
The dog said, “That’s a long time to be barking. How about only ten years and I’ll give you back the other ten?” God agreed.
On the second day, God created the monkey and said, “Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I’ll give you a twenty-year life span.”
The monkey said, “Monkey tricks for twenty years? That’s a pretty long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like the dog did?”
And God agreed.
On the third day, God created the cow and said, “You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer’s family. For this, I will give you a life span of sixty years.”
The cow said, “That’s kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. How about twenty and I’ll give back the other forty?”
And God agreed again.
On the fourth day, God created the man and said, “Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For this, I’ll give you twenty years.”
But the man said, “Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?”
“Okay,” said God. “You asked for it.”

So that is why for our first twenty years, we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years, we slave in the sun to support our family. For the next ten years, we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren. And for the last ten years, we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone.
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