What a waste. This is one of the only sugar-free foods I have tried that is worth eating.
Luckily, I had more in the 'fridge.
January 31, 2011
I reveal a tiny aspect of my life, and you say "So what?"
What a waste. This is one of the only sugar-free foods I have tried that is worth eating.
Luckily, I had more in the 'fridge.
At least there will be plenty of ice to make my drinks
It appears a big-ass storm is heading our way. Many of you are in the cross hairs targeted in the bulls eye might get hit may be subjected to the storm too. Sorry for the repeated rephrasing, I do not want to be Palinized (blamed) if any acts of violence occur in the next three years in the storm area.
As of today, the StormTeam/ScareTeam says we are going to be walloped with beaucoup ice. I would much rather have a foot of snow. Right now my biggest concern is if we lose power. I have always hated the house is totally electric (except the fireplace). We can keep warm, but without power we have no way to cook except on the fireplace. I suppose I should go refill the grill this afternoon. I think the Coleman stove has some fuel. I just have to find it! In the end we will survive. We have plenty of food -- just no way to cook it. I did not spend all of those years as a Boy Scout for nothing. If an Eagle Scout cannot find a way to prepare food, I should pack up that gaudy red/white/blue ribbon and send it back.
I am supposed to head off to the Windy City Tuesday for a customer visit. It just may not happen. The Chi-town area is forecasted for a couple of feet of snow. As an older and wiser man, driving in such conditions is just not worth it -- especially for a sales call that does not have to be made. It is just a routine visit, no critical issues are at stake.
Be safe and remember spring is just a couple of months away.
As of today, the StormTeam/ScareTeam says we are going to be walloped with beaucoup ice. I would much rather have a foot of snow. Right now my biggest concern is if we lose power. I have always hated the house is totally electric (except the fireplace). We can keep warm, but without power we have no way to cook except on the fireplace. I suppose I should go refill the grill this afternoon. I think the Coleman stove has some fuel. I just have to find it! In the end we will survive. We have plenty of food -- just no way to cook it. I did not spend all of those years as a Boy Scout for nothing. If an Eagle Scout cannot find a way to prepare food, I should pack up that gaudy red/white/blue ribbon and send it back.
I am supposed to head off to the Windy City Tuesday for a customer visit. It just may not happen. The Chi-town area is forecasted for a couple of feet of snow. As an older and wiser man, driving in such conditions is just not worth it -- especially for a sales call that does not have to be made. It is just a routine visit, no critical issues are at stake.
Be safe and remember spring is just a couple of months away.
January 30, 2011
I am diagnosed
Shopping at WalMart may induces a certain, albeit temporary, form of Tourette's Syndrome. WalMart Tourettsia symptoms are primarily cursing under one's breath, mumbled F-bombs and repetition of the phrase "I hate this fucking store". Sometimes the cursing is out loud and includes the phrase "Move you fat bitch" and "Open some fucking check out lines, gott damnit".
One weird aspect of the disease is that a Saturday or Sunday afternoon onset can make the sufferer actually hate every living being on the planet. Sometimes the symptoms last through the drive home.
The disease is temporary in nature, but lasting damage to the psyche may be evident with long-term exposure. A similar, but as yet undocumented disease, can affect males at the mall, especially on weekends and holidays.
One weird aspect of the disease is that a Saturday or Sunday afternoon onset can make the sufferer actually hate every living being on the planet. Sometimes the symptoms last through the drive home.
The disease is temporary in nature, but lasting damage to the psyche may be evident with long-term exposure. A similar, but as yet undocumented disease, can affect males at the mall, especially on weekends and holidays.
January 29, 2011
I went for a walk on a winter's day
Hower yew? It is a fine Saturday winter morning. It might actually get above freezing today according to the weather girl. But just barely. I have no worries, more winter is on the way. This winter is like those I remember as a kid; snow on the ground all of the time, refreshed every few days. It has been cold, constantly in the teens and twenties, but we have not had the Arctic subzero stuff too much so far. I hope I did not speak too soon! There is a lot of winter yet before spring arrives in its green and flowery glory.
It looks like I will not attend the World's Most Boring Trade Show this year. While I enjoy a few days of Florida weather each February, working the show is such a drain I am not sure the sunshine trade off is worth it. That is a comment on the tedium of this show. I would rather stay in the snow and cold than work that event.
As you can tell by the preceding paragraphs I really have nothing worthwhile to offer today. There are some who might say that is a normal for this pathetic journal. Some days I miss my pathetic misguided trolls. I am sure Josh and Dave have somehow found a secret link blaming Fox News and Sarah Palin for the riots in Egypt.
Perhaps I should leave it at that and wish you a happy Saturday.
It looks like I will not attend the World's Most Boring Trade Show this year. While I enjoy a few days of Florida weather each February, working the show is such a drain I am not sure the sunshine trade off is worth it. That is a comment on the tedium of this show. I would rather stay in the snow and cold than work that event.
As you can tell by the preceding paragraphs I really have nothing worthwhile to offer today. There are some who might say that is a normal for this pathetic journal. Some days I miss my pathetic misguided trolls. I am sure Josh and Dave have somehow found a secret link blaming Fox News and Sarah Palin for the riots in Egypt.
Perhaps I should leave it at that and wish you a happy Saturday.
January 28, 2011
Creating Jobs
It has been a crazy week and I have had little time to devote to this time-consuming hobby. But ever since The Obama's SOTU speech (and before) I have been screaming silently the following: Government cannot create jobs.
Repeat after me -- The Government cannot create jobs. Not Reagan. Not Roosevelt. Not Lincoln. Not Grant. Not Obama. Congress cannot create a job, nor can your City, County, State or even Township official. Private sector jobs cannot be created by the Government. Period, End of story.
The only jobs a Government at any level can create are Government jobs. Those jobs do not create wealth. they take hard-earned money from you and me and small businesses and corporations and use that money to pay Government workers. Government workers do not make any saleable goods or services, they take money from the economy.
The Government cannot create jobs through grants like those proposed by the President. The Government cannot create jobs -- be they green or otherwise. The money used to encourage windmills or electric cars comes from taxes payed by hard working Americans and Businesses. Ford Motors is being taxed. That tax money is being used to reduce the price of GM's electric car! Just think, Ford could have more money to create their own electric vehicle, or to hire more workers if their profits were not confiscated and given to GM.
The same is true of windmills or solar panels or any other supposed "green job" the Government claims to create. Now a local, State or even a Federal Governmental entity can create an atmosphere where business are likely to hire. Low taxes is a great way to lure a business to your community. Right to Work is a big incentive. A community know for union activity and frequent strikes does not encourage a business owner to invest.
The Government can certainly cause jobs to be lost. Take a look at California today, and New York City throughout the 1980s and 1990s. High taxes and excessive regulations force business to relocate elsewhere.
So the next time your Mayor, City Council, County Administrator, Governor, or even President claims he is going to create jobs, keep in mind that person is either an ignorant asshole or a lying MOFO. There is no third option.
Repeat after me -- The Government cannot create jobs. Not Reagan. Not Roosevelt. Not Lincoln. Not Grant. Not Obama. Congress cannot create a job, nor can your City, County, State or even Township official. Private sector jobs cannot be created by the Government. Period, End of story.
The only jobs a Government at any level can create are Government jobs. Those jobs do not create wealth. they take hard-earned money from you and me and small businesses and corporations and use that money to pay Government workers. Government workers do not make any saleable goods or services, they take money from the economy.
The Government cannot create jobs through grants like those proposed by the President. The Government cannot create jobs -- be they green or otherwise. The money used to encourage windmills or electric cars comes from taxes payed by hard working Americans and Businesses. Ford Motors is being taxed. That tax money is being used to reduce the price of GM's electric car! Just think, Ford could have more money to create their own electric vehicle, or to hire more workers if their profits were not confiscated and given to GM.
The same is true of windmills or solar panels or any other supposed "green job" the Government claims to create. Now a local, State or even a Federal Governmental entity can create an atmosphere where business are likely to hire. Low taxes is a great way to lure a business to your community. Right to Work is a big incentive. A community know for union activity and frequent strikes does not encourage a business owner to invest.
The Government can certainly cause jobs to be lost. Take a look at California today, and New York City throughout the 1980s and 1990s. High taxes and excessive regulations force business to relocate elsewhere.
So the next time your Mayor, City Council, County Administrator, Governor, or even President claims he is going to create jobs, keep in mind that person is either an ignorant asshole or a lying MOFO. There is no third option.
16 hour days make me cranky
Why do some people find it necessary to carry on their conversations at the airport loud enough for everyone in a two gate area to hear their business? Is it a "look at me" gene? Is it just ignorance? This assholery is not confined to men, nor to salesmen, although that is often the case, but most often to middle age women having long personal conversations about shit that could be better discussed in person. Just because you are bored does not mean the rest of us should be subjected to detailed descriptions of your latest pedicure.
That James Fenimore Cooper is one wordy SOB. the Last of the Mohicans is still a compelling story. if you saw the excellent movie with Daniel Day Lewis movie version madea decade or so holy shit almost 20 years ago, it is only loosely based on the classic novel. It has taken me a bit to understand the book is far different. I keep finding myself screaming silently "No one talks like that -- even in the 18th Century" and "Get on with the story already".
That James Fenimore Cooper is one wordy SOB. the Last of the Mohicans is still a compelling story. if you saw the excellent movie with Daniel Day Lewis movie version made
January 27, 2011
Things I learned today
A study conducted by UCLA's Department of Psychiatry has revealed that the kind of face a woman finds attractive on a man can differ depending on where she is in her menstrual cycle. For example: if she is ovulating, she is attracted to men with rugged and masculine features. However, if she is menstruating or menopausal, she tends to be more attracted to a man with duct tape over his mouth and a spear lodged in his chest while he is on fire.
January 26, 2011
My take on the SOTU speech
When The Obama talks at me, it just sounds like the adults in a Charlie Brown cartoon.
Whah wahaa, whah whah wah wha
Whah wahaa, whah whah wah wha
January 25, 2011
Are you forced to take a stupid pill upon election to public office?
I guess it is appropriate to rant on the intrusiveness of Government a few hours before The Obama outlines even more Big Government initiatives in his State of the Union address. The point most on the left and the media do not get is that the Tea Party is in favor of a smaller government at all levels. The very idea that hundreds and thousands of new laws, regulations, and statutes are passed by your Local, State, and Federal Governments every year should be a warning flag. That much new regulation, control and governmental dictates can not be necessary in a free republic. Add to that total the mandates and regulations imposed by faceless bureaucrats in the alphabet regulatory agencies at all levels.
This morning I watched the news, appalled at the latest nutcase mandates proposed in my State Government. Shelli Vandenburgh*, an Indiana State Representative has proposed a 10 cent per grocery bag "fee" (re: a tax) for using disposable bags when grocery shopping. source
This new fee would add a couple of dollars to your average WalMart shopping trip. But that is not the point. The costs will be far greater. Do these idiots even understand how a business is run? Each store, from the multi-billion conglomerate to the locally owned grocery will have to manage this new fee. Someone will have to monitor the collection and make sure the funds and records are submitted to the State. Someone at the State -- paid for from my hard-earned wages and your hard-earned wages -- will have to monitor, collect, and disburse those new revenues. This all costs money. Business transactions are not free. The cost of this new regulation will be a burden far beyond the pennies per bag. Higher grocery bills and taxes can be the only result.
But Joe, we need to do it for the environment, you claim. Maybe we do. Of course we went away from paper bags to the plastic bags that hold a fraction of the groceries at the urging of the environmentalists. I agree we should use reusable bags for our groceries. But it is not the role of the Government to MAKE me do the right thing. Those reusable bags are not cheap. How many of them would be needed to get a week's worth of groceries for a family of five? When my kids were little we did major grocery shopping once a month. That is how I was paid. Could you imagine the number of canvass bags that I would have needed?
Then there is the issue of cleanliness of the reusable bags. Recent studies have shown they are often full of harmful bacteria. Fruits vegetables and meat leave residue. You should wash and bleach every bag after every use. source
That means we are using more water and dumping more chemicals into the waste water system and using more electricity. Oh, and the vast majority of power is generated by coal and natural gas in this country. Compare that to the .005 seconds it takes to manufacture the 20 or so bags I consume at the grocery.
We Americans need to get a better understanding of the role of Government. It is not to regulate our every action, but to put into place the barest bones of governmental structure.
*Ms Vandenburgh is a Representative from Lake County Indiana -- Chicago South (AKA Da Region), with similar politics. Read her bio here. She has never had a job where she was not paid by the taxpayers. I will save you some time. She is in favor of more taxation, more Government intrusion, less freedom. Yes, she is a Democrat.
This morning I watched the news, appalled at the latest nutcase mandates proposed in my State Government. Shelli Vandenburgh*, an Indiana State Representative has proposed a 10 cent per grocery bag "fee" (re: a tax) for using disposable bags when grocery shopping. source
This new fee would add a couple of dollars to your average WalMart shopping trip. But that is not the point. The costs will be far greater. Do these idiots even understand how a business is run? Each store, from the multi-billion conglomerate to the locally owned grocery will have to manage this new fee. Someone will have to monitor the collection and make sure the funds and records are submitted to the State. Someone at the State -- paid for from my hard-earned wages and your hard-earned wages -- will have to monitor, collect, and disburse those new revenues. This all costs money. Business transactions are not free. The cost of this new regulation will be a burden far beyond the pennies per bag. Higher grocery bills and taxes can be the only result.
But Joe, we need to do it for the environment, you claim. Maybe we do. Of course we went away from paper bags to the plastic bags that hold a fraction of the groceries at the urging of the environmentalists. I agree we should use reusable bags for our groceries. But it is not the role of the Government to MAKE me do the right thing. Those reusable bags are not cheap. How many of them would be needed to get a week's worth of groceries for a family of five? When my kids were little we did major grocery shopping once a month. That is how I was paid. Could you imagine the number of canvass bags that I would have needed?
Then there is the issue of cleanliness of the reusable bags. Recent studies have shown they are often full of harmful bacteria. Fruits vegetables and meat leave residue. You should wash and bleach every bag after every use. source
That means we are using more water and dumping more chemicals into the waste water system and using more electricity. Oh, and the vast majority of power is generated by coal and natural gas in this country. Compare that to the .005 seconds it takes to manufacture the 20 or so bags I consume at the grocery.
We Americans need to get a better understanding of the role of Government. It is not to regulate our every action, but to put into place the barest bones of governmental structure.
*Ms Vandenburgh is a Representative from Lake County Indiana -- Chicago South (AKA Da Region), with similar politics. Read her bio here. She has never had a job where she was not paid by the taxpayers. I will save you some time. She is in favor of more taxation, more Government intrusion, less freedom. Yes, she is a Democrat.
January 24, 2011
You Animal
Humans are an amazing species. Of all God's creatures in the animal kingdom we possess a better ability to improvise adapt and overcome than any other beast.
Consider. The human body can withstand and thrive at temperature ranges from -40 in the Arctic to 120 degrees in the equatorial regions. We can live in the swamps, the deserts, the mountains, the plains, the frozen tundra and the forests.
Humans can eat a variety of foods. We can survive on meat or veggies. We can digest a variety of foodstuffs.
Humans are not the fastest of hunters. A cheetah can run us down in a flash. Many in the animal kingdom are bigger, stronger and faster. We cannot fly, cannot stay under water for long periods. yet we can swim. The human body has evolved into a distance running machine. A human can walk a horse to ground. It can run most prey to a quivering exhausted bundle of meat.
Most importantly we are smarter than any other animal. We are tops in the food chain because we learned to use tools and weapons. An ancient mastodon was far larger, but pointed spears, slings and arrows brought down the beast for early human dinners. We alone have learned to create fire.
Koko the ape supposedly understands some 2,00 words. She cannot speak, only respond. Your average three year old human surpasses that feat, plus can communicate. Humans can read, write and do complex mathematics. A raven uses tools, an otter uses tools, but none have developed true weapons. The songbird can sing, the whale can make noise, the lion roar. The human can whistle, sing and communicate.
Some claim our development is simply an accident of mutating genes over eons. Some believe the Hidden hand of God created us. My God is so powerful he created us and gave us the ability to adapt, to survive. Tyrannosaurus Rex was bigger, stronger, faster, more ferocious by far, but those itty-bity arms precluded typing on a keyboard. You don't see old dinosaur Rex on Facebook do you?
Man is capable of unspeakable cruelty. We condemn the fox killing indiscriminately in the hen house, put down dogs and bears and tigers when they develop the habit of killing just to kill, but that trait is strong in the human animal. We have slaughtered each other in numbers that are truly astonishing.
We did not develop wings to fly, yet found a way to conquer the skies and space. We cannot swim for long distance, but developed ships and submarines to conquer the oceans of the Earth. We lack the claws of a mole yet can mine miles beneath the surface of the planet.
Celebrate! there is no species like you. You are special. You are so far at the top of the food chain the other beast of the planet combined cannot reach your accomplishments. Use those opposable thumbs to lift up a toast to that first homo sapiens. Smarter than the average bear indeed.
So the next time some jackass proposes a butterfly is more important than a power plant, a snail trumps your ability to build a house, a fish is more important than growing food you know better. I will recognize "animal rights" when that beast of the field, sky or stream can write a document as beautiful and simple as the Declaration of Independence. I will pay attention when the monkey can speak with the elegance of a Patrick Henry, when the lowly cardinal can sing like Aretha. Until that point in time, animals are just meat, plants are just food.
I am man, and I rule the Earthly kingdom.
Consider. The human body can withstand and thrive at temperature ranges from -40 in the Arctic to 120 degrees in the equatorial regions. We can live in the swamps, the deserts, the mountains, the plains, the frozen tundra and the forests.
Humans can eat a variety of foods. We can survive on meat or veggies. We can digest a variety of foodstuffs.
Humans are not the fastest of hunters. A cheetah can run us down in a flash. Many in the animal kingdom are bigger, stronger and faster. We cannot fly, cannot stay under water for long periods. yet we can swim. The human body has evolved into a distance running machine. A human can walk a horse to ground. It can run most prey to a quivering exhausted bundle of meat.
Most importantly we are smarter than any other animal. We are tops in the food chain because we learned to use tools and weapons. An ancient mastodon was far larger, but pointed spears, slings and arrows brought down the beast for early human dinners. We alone have learned to create fire.
Koko the ape supposedly understands some 2,00 words. She cannot speak, only respond. Your average three year old human surpasses that feat, plus can communicate. Humans can read, write and do complex mathematics. A raven uses tools, an otter uses tools, but none have developed true weapons. The songbird can sing, the whale can make noise, the lion roar. The human can whistle, sing and communicate.
Some claim our development is simply an accident of mutating genes over eons. Some believe the Hidden hand of God created us. My God is so powerful he created us and gave us the ability to adapt, to survive. Tyrannosaurus Rex was bigger, stronger, faster, more ferocious by far, but those itty-bity arms precluded typing on a keyboard. You don't see old dinosaur Rex on Facebook do you?
Man is capable of unspeakable cruelty. We condemn the fox killing indiscriminately in the hen house, put down dogs and bears and tigers when they develop the habit of killing just to kill, but that trait is strong in the human animal. We have slaughtered each other in numbers that are truly astonishing.
We did not develop wings to fly, yet found a way to conquer the skies and space. We cannot swim for long distance, but developed ships and submarines to conquer the oceans of the Earth. We lack the claws of a mole yet can mine miles beneath the surface of the planet.
Celebrate! there is no species like you. You are special. You are so far at the top of the food chain the other beast of the planet combined cannot reach your accomplishments. Use those opposable thumbs to lift up a toast to that first homo sapiens. Smarter than the average bear indeed.
So the next time some jackass proposes a butterfly is more important than a power plant, a snail trumps your ability to build a house, a fish is more important than growing food you know better. I will recognize "animal rights" when that beast of the field, sky or stream can write a document as beautiful and simple as the Declaration of Independence. I will pay attention when the monkey can speak with the elegance of a Patrick Henry, when the lowly cardinal can sing like Aretha. Until that point in time, animals are just meat, plants are just food.
I am man, and I rule the Earthly kingdom.
On a long and lonesome highway East of Omaha
Good morning sports fans. It looks like the Packers and Steelers in the Big Game. Do you care? I am no fan of the Steelers, but I really can never root for the Packers. Mostly I don't care, but I will watch.
Here is some trivia for you. Counting this year's contest, the AFC has been represented by only three teams in nine of the past ten years -- The Steelers(3), Patriots(4) or Colts(2). Only the Raiders in XXXVIII broke the trend.
Here is some trivia for you. Counting this year's contest, the AFC has been represented by only three teams in nine of the past ten years -- The Steelers(3), Patriots(4) or Colts(2). Only the Raiders in XXXVIII broke the trend.
January 23, 2011
I was born in a crossfire hurricane
So here we are -- all reading blogs on a fine Sunday morning/afternoon/evening as the case may be. If you are reading on a different day, I appreciate it, but where the heck were you on Sunday?
We went to the mall in Indy yesterday.The place was packed. I mean December kind if busy. That is good for the economy. Or it could be everyone has cabin fever and there was no place else to go. The wife spent $15 on clothes for work. She spent $19 on a new pair of boots. That is it, a good day at the mall for me, other than it took her about 4 hours to make those purchases. I just sat in the middle after I looked in the Sporting goods store and the book store. People watching, it never gets old. I have noticed there are far fewer mohawk types around these days.
I have plenty of stuff to get started on this morning so I am going to have to cut this ramble off short. What? I need to ...and maybe I should ...OK, I want to do a little reading and maybe I will watch some TV.
We went to the mall in Indy yesterday.The place was packed. I mean December kind if busy. That is good for the economy. Or it could be everyone has cabin fever and there was no place else to go. The wife spent $15 on clothes for work. She spent $19 on a new pair of boots. That is it, a good day at the mall for me, other than it took her about 4 hours to make those purchases. I just sat in the middle after I looked in the Sporting goods store and the book store. People watching, it never gets old. I have noticed there are far fewer mohawk types around these days.
I have plenty of stuff to get started on this morning so I am going to have to cut this ramble off short. What? I need to ...and maybe I should ...OK, I want to do a little reading and maybe I will watch some TV.
January 22, 2011
A bit of this, a bit of that
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Keef Odormann is gone from MSNBC. I am sure Bush and Cheney are somehow responsible. Who the hell am I going to laugh at now?
Cappy, your comment links do not work. Surely you have studied that old navel enough by now? You storin' corn in that thing, or what?
I am kind of getting tired of the cold. Shovelling the drive is not an adventure, it is a chore. It could be a lot worse I could live in Upstate NY or in Wisconsin or Freddieland. But I have just about had it with static electricity. My shirts stick to me, my coat snaps and crackles. Sparks fly in the bed -- and I am not talking about romance. Kissing my wife sends an electric shock to my toes. What is weird, it just seems to be me. The boy has no issues, the wife sleeps in flannel for goodness sake. I in my cotton shorts and T-Shirt send electric current through the air like some mutant superhero.
I wish I could say I have big plans for the weekend. I don't. I may get around to putting the boxed up Christmas stuff away. It is now sitting in the garage and needs to be moved to the shed. I could have done it when it was a little warmer. Or the one weekend there was not snow on the ground. Why look back and cry over what might have been?
I hope you have a good Saturday anyway. And NO gettin' laid. You are all cut off until I get some. Do you hear me?
Stop that. Really.
I mean it. I swear you people do not pay any more attention to my dictates than my kids.
Sigh.
Keef Odormann is gone from MSNBC. I am sure Bush and Cheney are somehow responsible. Who the hell am I going to laugh at now?
Cappy, your comment links do not work. Surely you have studied that old navel enough by now? You storin' corn in that thing, or what?
I am kind of getting tired of the cold. Shovelling the drive is not an adventure, it is a chore. It could be a lot worse I could live in Upstate NY or in Wisconsin or Freddieland. But I have just about had it with static electricity. My shirts stick to me, my coat snaps and crackles. Sparks fly in the bed -- and I am not talking about romance. Kissing my wife sends an electric shock to my toes. What is weird, it just seems to be me. The boy has no issues, the wife sleeps in flannel for goodness sake. I in my cotton shorts and T-Shirt send electric current through the air like some mutant superhero.
I wish I could say I have big plans for the weekend. I don't. I may get around to putting the boxed up Christmas stuff away. It is now sitting in the garage and needs to be moved to the shed. I could have done it when it was a little warmer. Or the one weekend there was not snow on the ground. Why look back and cry over what might have been?
I hope you have a good Saturday anyway. And NO gettin' laid. You are all cut off until I get some. Do you hear me?
Stop that. Really.
I mean it. I swear you people do not pay any more attention to my dictates than my kids.
Sigh.
January 21, 2011
Friday Five. My cheeks are red edition.
I am back home again to the land of ice and snow. The boy had most of the drive cleaned for me when I got home last night. Nice.
We find ourselves on the edge of another weekend and time to resurrect everyone's favorite feature: The Friday Five.
I loves me some music; classical, bagpipes, Rat Pack, Christmas, Civil War, but mostly classic rock. I listen to my iPod tout le temps.
But, I do have some songs included that I love, but could be a little embarrassing if you knew what tunes was playing in my headphones as I tap my foot in the airport or listen with a smile while walking the neighborhood. So here they are, five songs on my iPod that you can not believe I love (in no particular order):
1. ABBA SOS
2. Coby Callait Bubly
3. Marty Robbins El Paso
4. Bee Gees Stayin Alive
5. The Browns The Three Bells
6. Paper Lace The Night Chicago Died
Yes, I listed six 'cause I never could follow directions. Plus it's my blog.
What songs do you secretly love? Come on, you are among friends, no one will make fun of you (much). Play along.
We find ourselves on the edge of another weekend and time to resurrect everyone's favorite feature: The Friday Five.
I loves me some music; classical, bagpipes, Rat Pack, Christmas, Civil War, but mostly classic rock. I listen to my iPod tout le temps.
But, I do have some songs included that I love, but could be a little embarrassing if you knew what tunes was playing in my headphones as I tap my foot in the airport or listen with a smile while walking the neighborhood. So here they are, five songs on my iPod that you can not believe I love (in no particular order):
1. ABBA SOS
2. Coby Callait Bubly
3. Marty Robbins El Paso
4. Bee Gees Stayin Alive
5. The Browns The Three Bells
6. Paper Lace The Night Chicago Died
Yes, I listed six 'cause I never could follow directions. Plus it's my blog.
What songs do you secretly love? Come on, you are among friends, no one will make fun of you (much). Play along.
January 20, 2011
Here today, gone today
Hate the band. Hate the city. Going home today.
I guess Erica is right, it could have been Jersey. We all wish to visit Camden -- right?
January 19, 2011
Where is waldo?
In the best of all world s you would have had a post this morning.
You did not.
You really don't get one this evening either.
But I am in the armpit of America! Hooray for me.
Anyone want to guess?
You did not.
You really don't get one this evening either.
But I am in the armpit of America! Hooray for me.
Anyone want to guess?
January 18, 2011
Hey Joe, What's for dinner?
In the next 60 minutes, in no particular order, I have to shave, shower, go to the bank, put supper in the crockpot and jump in the car and head North to visit a customer. OK, I lied, that is the order of business. I should add I must put up something for you to waste a minute or two reading. There, are you happy? I mentioned YOU in my blog post today. I did not forget my obligations to offer a meager attempt at entertainment.
So, we are having chicken tonight for supper. Put some chicken breasts in the crockpot. Dump in a tablespoon or so of chicken bullion, or not if you do not have any on hand. Spread two cans of broccoli-cheddar soup on top. Dump in 1/3 can of milk. You can use water if you have to. You can also substitute 1/2 C dry white wine. Cook. Serve over noodles. I mean that. Cook the noodles -- preferably the slick cheap ones from the pasta section of your local grocery. Toss 'em in some butter. Put the noodles on a big platter. Put the cooked chicken on top. Spoon the cheesy sauce over everything. Sprinkle with some parsley for garnish if you want. I usually don't. Serve some rolls and a side veggie. I recommend brussel sprouts. I won't be serving them, but you do as you like. Hey, ease up. I like brussel sprouts, no one else around here does though.
Off to the shower! No peeking in the windows. You don't want to be sick at your stomach before you have chicken in the crockpot do you? Go on, read someone else. You will go no more from me today.
So, we are having chicken tonight for supper. Put some chicken breasts in the crockpot. Dump in a tablespoon or so of chicken bullion, or not if you do not have any on hand. Spread two cans of broccoli-cheddar soup on top. Dump in 1/3 can of milk. You can use water if you have to. You can also substitute 1/2 C dry white wine. Cook. Serve over noodles. I mean that. Cook the noodles -- preferably the slick cheap ones from the pasta section of your local grocery. Toss 'em in some butter. Put the noodles on a big platter. Put the cooked chicken on top. Spoon the cheesy sauce over everything. Sprinkle with some parsley for garnish if you want. I usually don't. Serve some rolls and a side veggie. I recommend brussel sprouts. I won't be serving them, but you do as you like. Hey, ease up. I like brussel sprouts, no one else around here does though.
Off to the shower! No peeking in the windows. You don't want to be sick at your stomach before you have chicken in the crockpot do you? Go on, read someone else. You will go no more from me today.
January 17, 2011
I know, now let's blame the Second Amendment (but we know the ex-Governor of Alaska is really to blame)
If the makers of Glock firearms are responsible in any way for the shootings in Tucson, then the people at IBM better answer for thsi typo.
A light wintery mix
It is the same old dilemma. Do I post to keep posting or wait until I have something of substance to offer. If I choose the latter it may be a long while before you hear from me again. If I choose the former you will get more drivel regarding what I ate, what I read yesterday or what movie captured my short attention. In other words, do you want a peeping tom view through a frosted, dirty window, or do you want erudite and insightful commentary?
I could just refer you to my dusty archives. There is plenty of both there -- interesting, insightful and pure tripe. Want to know why gas prices are so high? See the archives for February of 2008. The premise is the same today. I could preach my particular brand of politics to the choir, but you are already ahead of me in the hymnal.
So here we find ourselves, you and I, on a Monday morning. Should I post a bit o'crap for you? Should I spend time on research for a history piece that will bore you to tears? Perhaps I could just put up a video of some classic rock. Perhaps a list of the best/worst/funniest/saddest/movies/songs/books. Maybe I will offer some political insight into the latest goings on in Washington.
Put up your money. Make your Final Jeopardy wagers.
You have your answer.
Update:
Ignore the above. read this. List the column as number 537 in the "I wish I had written that" category. I would not change a word.
I could just refer you to my dusty archives. There is plenty of both there -- interesting, insightful and pure tripe. Want to know why gas prices are so high? See the archives for February of 2008. The premise is the same today. I could preach my particular brand of politics to the choir, but you are already ahead of me in the hymnal.
So here we find ourselves, you and I, on a Monday morning. Should I post a bit o'crap for you? Should I spend time on research for a history piece that will bore you to tears? Perhaps I could just put up a video of some classic rock. Perhaps a list of the best/worst/funniest/saddest/movies/songs/books. Maybe I will offer some political insight into the latest goings on in Washington.
Put up your money. Make your Final Jeopardy wagers.
You have your answer.
Update:
Ignore the above. read this. List the column as number 537 in the "I wish I had written that" category. I would not change a word.
January 16, 2011
Sunday in This Town
We visited my mom and dad yesterday afternoon. They are doing great. dad is 73 today. He looks 53.
Afterward we went to visit some good friends. We ate some pizza, drank a couple of beers (I did anyway -- and it was two beers to be exact). We played some Euchre and had some laughs. All in all, a pretty good Saturday. Except for the lack of snuggling etc. I guess I need to turn down the furnace.
Here we are on a Sunday. I am not in the mood for politics. I don't have any jokes for you. I have nothing to discuss except the mundane aspects of my life.
Here is some Sunday music for you. heck, everyone loves the Go Gos, and this one you may not know (except it sounds like every other song they wrote).
I saw the GoGos back in the early 1980's. They put on a good show.
Afterward we went to visit some good friends. We ate some pizza, drank a couple of beers (I did anyway -- and it was two beers to be exact). We played some Euchre and had some laughs. All in all, a pretty good Saturday. Except for the lack of snuggling etc. I guess I need to turn down the furnace.
Here we are on a Sunday. I am not in the mood for politics. I don't have any jokes for you. I have nothing to discuss except the mundane aspects of my life.
Here is some Sunday music for you. heck, everyone loves the Go Gos, and this one you may not know (except it sounds like every other song they wrote).
I saw the GoGos back in the early 1980's. They put on a good show.
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