Mucked Up Monday

Greetings.  We find ourselves deep into a Monday. You will not be surprised I have little to report.  I had a great weekend (Freddie -- the answer is no!). I am not sure what I did, but the weekend went by fast.

On the health front I have been exercising daily.  My sugar is good in the evening but still out of control in the morning.  I met with the diabetic nurse/nutritionist this morning. She is happy I am doing well on the carb-counting diet, but somewhat concerned my morning sugars are still out of control. I am a little disappointed too.  I have worked hard at being a good boy, and nothing I do seems to work for my overnight control. It is still a month before I go back to the doctor. Hopefully I can get things better by then. The good news is my blood sugar is now only slightly above average, even with the morning numbers being elevated. The concern is the range of morning numbers, they are up and down. Over all, my sugar is less than 25% of the levels when I was diagnosed.

Now that I am eating more fruits and vegetables I thought for sure I would become more progressive in my political outlook.  I was promised the world would cheer. I guess I need to eat even more broccoli. I still think liberalism is a failed policy and only morons would think the socialist form of government could ever work. Don't worry Dave,  perhaps I could still have a heart attack.  Do not lose hope!

I have been re-reading Tom Sawyer. I loved the book as a boy, and I am enjoying the heck out of it now.

There you have it, a whole post of crap you do not care about. I am back to work.

Dear Dan Coates

If you think vowing to strengthen an already shaky Federal Entitlement (Medicare) is the way to woo Hoosier conservative voters, you have not been reading the tea leaves. You and the other "moderate" (Democrat light) Republicans should start paying attention. Too bad our choice for Senate candidate in Indiana is bad and terrible.

BTW -- Dick Lugar you should be looking at vacation property. I suspect the People of Indiana will no longer require your services the next time your office comes for vote.

You Republicans get this one final chance to prove you are the Party of Reagan and not Bush/Rockefeller. If you guys fail the American people like you did from 2000- 2006, you will not be around as a major party by 2016. We are sick and tired of the Washington tax and spend agenda.

Can we get a few facts straight?

We are getting hip-deep into election season. No matter which side of the political divide you find yourself, we need to acknowledge one simple fact. We have to stop blaming Republicans for the failure to pass the Democrat agenda. The Republican Party cannot be the "party of NO".  Republicans lacked the votes for more than a year to even filibuster a bill in the Senate.  There was a super majority in the House. The failure to pass Cap and Tax, or more comprehensive healthcare, or immigration or whatever other progressive dream lies completely in the hands of the ruling party.  Remember that Pelosi and company met behind closed doors with Democratic Party leaders and crafted Obamacare. The minority party was not invited.  It is hard to compromise when your input is not required.

So as you head to the polls in a few weeks, keep in mind every time Obama, Pelosi, Reid or your local Democratic Representative or Senator blames his Republican opponent for the failure to get legislation passed, that claim is a falsehood.  Think about that when you go to pull the lever on the voting machine. Do you really want to vote for a fucking liar?

Signs you live in "flyover country"

I finally got around to reading the wife's accident report last evening. There were several preprinted boxes at the top of the form to be used by the investigating officer. They included  number of vehicles, number of commercial vehicles, number of pedestrians and the final box is the one that cracked me up -- number of deer.

I am willing to bet that is a check box not seen on many accident report forms in New York City.

House cleaning

I dumped a bunch of links from the sidebar.  Sometimes I get a little click happy. If I deleted you by mistake leave me a comment or shoot me an email.  If you want a link do the same.

These things are not personal.

Friday Covers -- Thursday Edition

Today we are going to look at covers of the Taj Mahal great "She Caught the Katy"

Here is Wet Willie;


Taj with Bonnie Raitt:


And my favorite version from The Blues Brothers and the movie of the same name:

Finally, some good news

After weeks months years decades of bad luck, something has finally gone right at the Hoosierboy homestead. Of course, that means something really bad is about to happen.  The giant hand of fate takes great delight in setting me up for a beatdown.

Anyway, you might remember the wife's car was hit on the way to work last week. You can read about it here. The driver had no insurance and the insurance listed for the vehicle (in Indiana the car must be insured, not the driver) was not valid. After a week of calls, our carrier finally found the owner and the correct insurance carrier for the POS 1989 pickup that pulled into the side of my wife's Buick. The vehicle is covered! I am going for estimates today and hopefully we will have her car fixed in the next week or two.

As I said, I am looking over my shoulder.  Something bad is bound to hit.  Fate will not let this piece of good news pass without retaliation.

Hey, Hey

This is  picture of the former Jets reporter Jenn Sterger. She is the person Brett Favre allegedly texted and harrassed. I like her. She has many assets, including a Cubs hat.

Explicit pygmy sex photos

This is where normally I would offer mundane descriptions of my boring life. Perhaps I would offer some humor or political insight. Not today.

I could tell you how I have folded a load of white clothes from the dryer. Or how I have done a whole load of towels and folded them and put them away (are you getting hot ladies?).

I could tell you about work or my lunch.

I will not mention that "pygmy sex" is still the #1 search term folks use to get to my blog.

I could write a whole post telling you what I will not write about today...

Sigh

We find ourselves facing yet another Monday.  It is funny how that day seems to keep coming around. I am tired today, I did not sleep well. We spent most of Saturday doing yard work, finally trimming bushes, pulling weeds and plants, generally cleaning up the jungle that is the front flower beds. We did a little more work before the football game yesterday. I still managed to walk 2 miles both Saturday and Sunday morning.  I am not sure if I will get my exercise today.

I am completely unmotivated to work today.  I am in desperate need for a vacation. Like most businesses we are entering 2011 business plan time and days poring over numbers is not fun to me. The never-ending battle of management wanting a high forecast and sales wanting a lower forecast just gets old, especially when I have been paying the financial penalty for higher-up over aggressiveness the past three years. A faltering economy and aggressive business plan does not lend itself to more bucks in my meager bank account.

I have a job, and that is something in today's Democrat-controlled economy.

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I have to be honest, I have a massive case of "I don't give a crap" today.

Have a great Saturday. I am going for a walk. Sinatra or Supertramp on the old iPod this morning?

Friday Covers

The original Hollies version is a great romantic story. It is also the kind of tune that gets stuck in your head.


A version by a band called Sugarplum Fairy, a pretty faithful copy. The band is from Sweden

Oooh oooh that smell, can't you smell that smell

I have a peculiar morning routine. I get up around 6:15 to get the boy up for school. Around 6:50 I go back to bed and wake up the wife.  Some days I go to sleep until around 7:30, most days I do not.

This morning it was a chilly 37 F in the old hometown. I jumped back into bed and nudged the spouse.  I told her it was time to get up.  I snuggled next to her for a moment. I hate to say it, but she smelled like a skunk. I sniffed a bit and thought to myself, "wow". I decided not to say anything.  Just then the boy yelled "Dad, why does it smell like a skunk in here?"

I guess a skunk sprayed something right in front of the house. You could smell it strong in the boy's room (at the front of the house), and less in the living room.  The odor was faint in the bedroom. I guess the wife did not stink after all.

I told her that I was sorry, but I thought the odor was her. She laughed and said she was thinking the same thing (only that it was me); as soon as I came into the bedroom it started to stink!

Anyway, the incident passed quickly. I guess we have a skunk in the neighborhood. That is better than a snake.

Calling Tom Jefferson

As if many of us needed a reason to understand the Federal Government has become way too powerful, way too intrusive, on the everyday lives of its citizens, we learn that the Feds are even regulating what font your city and town must use on your local street signs. link

It is bad enough far-away bureaucrats are determining how much you should weigh, what your kids learn and eat in school, what kind of car you should drive and, if Obama has his way, what temperature you set your thermostat. Now they Feds know best what lettering should be on the street sign down on the corner.

Is there anything those fuckers won't try to regulate? No wonder the Tea Party Movement is growing.

Things I observed while travelling this week.

Wisconsin is the Dairy State. I think every dairy farmer in upper Wisconsin was spreading cow manure on his fields Tuesday. Wow, did that place stink.

In a completely unrelated note, my very first sales call was on a customer who made manure spreaders. There is big money in spreading crap.  Any politician in Washington can attest to that.

When it rains it pours volume XLVI

The bill to fix the transmission in the boy's car is going to be around $1,600 (see the post earlier in the month).

The wife just called.  She was hit on the way to work this morning. It was the other guy's fault.  He pulled out from a drive right into the side of her car.

He has no insurance.  He is a fucking illegal Mexican. She said they did not arrest him.

Why isn't the criminal in jail and on his way to deportation hearings? Oh wait, they are just good people who want to work. Stephen Colbert told me so.

She is fine. The car is drivable.

Things I know Volume XXXVII

The Colts defense sucks.

Management can blame the two turnovers in the red zone all they want, but 28 points against the Jags should win the game.

What coach, even at the middle school level would call a time out with less than a minute to go in the 4th quarter when the other team has the ball?

And why did he try to ice the kicker, when the kick team finally got lined up there was only three seconds left on the play clock.  Why let the kicker gather his thoughts and calm down?

Free speech for me, not for thee

This protest sign at yesterdays Socialism Rally in Washington DC says all you need to know about the moonbat left.


h/t Doug Ross

Whoopi wants a prize

I read in this morning's insert to the fish wrap where Whoopi Goldberg wants to win a Nobel Prize. What is it about people in the entertainment industry that makes them seek constant acknowledgement.  I guess you have to have a narcissistic bent to become a politician or entertainer.

People in the entertainment industry spend a great deal of time planning and attending award shows. The Critics Choice, The Oscars, The Golden Globes, The Tonys, The Grammys, The World Music Awards, The HipHop Awards, The Best Blond Actress on Tuesday Awards, when does it all end? Country Music Stars seem to have some kind of Gala every other month.

Politicians are just as bad. They are always lining up to get some kind award from the Junior League or Save the Dalmatians Society or the Ted Kennedy Let a Woman Drown  Foundation.

What is wrong with doing good works because you want to? Why not help people because it is the right thing to do? What is it about a certain type of person and the constant need for recognition? Hell, I had my Eagle Scout badge mailed to me. There was no cake, no ceremony.  I knew I had accomplished the rank, so what? I felt the same about graduation from High School and College, but Mom overruled and I attended both ceremonies. Again, I did not get the point.

So if Whoopi wants a Peace Prize, I say give her one.  The award lost any meaning a long time ago.  Obama gets one for being elected, and Arafat gets one for...well I am still not sure what he did, and Carter and AlGore are just a few of the awardees who won because they were politically popular among the Eurolibs. As far as I am concerned, The Peace Prize is like winning Prom Queen, only with a big cash payout. The press release for the Nobel Peace Prize should always read as follows:

Nobel Peace Prize Winner Announced, Seriously, This Is Not a Joke.

I say let Whoopi win.  She has no chance to win a prize in brains, beauty or political astuteness. Hell, given her personality, she could never even win Miss Congeniality. I guess she needs something to feel good about.

twenty-two

Best wishes for the happiest of 22nd birthdays to my oldest son (and middle child), Brad.

This is one of my favorite pictures of him.  He was about five in this picture. The scan kind of washed out the lower face features.  He does have a mouth and nose. Here is another to make up for the poor quality.

Check out the PeeWee Herman doll in the background.  That boy loved his PeeWee's Playhouse. Brad is still a musician.  His band is releasing a CD today.