So much for the new Throne I was supposed to get.Anyhow, Merry Christmas to ya'll!
Number Of Blog And Wisdom Seekers Of Great Taste Who Stopped By
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Awww Crap!
Just before Santa was to visit Afscootistan (A.H.A.), here in The Conversion Van Of Wonders, THIS happened down South America way!
So much for the new Throne I was supposed to get.
Anyhow, Merry Christmas to ya'll!
So much for the new Throne I was supposed to get.Anyhow, Merry Christmas to ya'll!
Saturday, December 3, 2011
These Are Woeful Times, Indeed, For Afscootistan (All Hail, Afscootistan)
Dark days, for sure!
August of 2011, the National Treasures were pillaged and looted and the womenfolk abducted. (Well, ok...none here to abduct but if there were, they'd be a missin')
One who was slated to be among the First Ministers, as well as, help draft The Constitution has gone on to nation building in the sky.
And lastly, the one person running for your Presidency that I had hoped to be The One to first recognize Afscootistan's (A.H.A.) sovereignty and cut the ribbon for the opening of our embassy, has left the race and "suspended" his White House aspirations.
(I was REALLY looking forward that state dinner and all...best pizza EVER!!!! I send my nation's best wishes for all things future to Mr. and Mrs. Herman Cain.)
The financial system is headed to ruins, before it even begins. I figured the only way to begin to turn things around would be via establishment of the first towns in my nation. Oddly enough, I found one of my inspirations in the goings on in Pakistan.
Seems them there Pakistanis are none too happy with the U.S.of A. and are burning puppet facsimiles of President Barry Huseamus O'Bama in their streets.
The second comes from the National Day of Remembrance for the Attack On Pearl Harbor, this very month, and the words of F.D.R. as he took to the airwaves to address your national following this assault on American soil.
My two new towns are named:
Infamy and Effigy, Afscootistan. (A.H.A.)
See, if you want to live in Infamy, I can create all kinda permits, fees, taxes, etc. to drum up much needed cash! I would also have The Ministry Of Catch Phrases create a "Fair Use Fee" you would need to obtain so you can proclaim:
"Hey, I live in Infamy"
That will be ^2,500.00 Scootos (The national currency name: The Scooto)
Now for the legions of malcontents who insist on setting ablaze badly done, hardly recognizable straw men of internationally famous people and World Leaders, the KA'CHING really gets popping!
They want to burn something in Effigy...well...the permits to allow for smoke billowing in the air alone would buy a fully loaded 2012 Hyundai Genesis CASH for your Dear Leader, Moi!
Then of course you have the myriad of different certificates to be able to move in, and sewer/water fees. Add a couple of stickers needed for your back yard BBQ Grill (charcoal is an extra "surcharge" because it's not as clean as propane), licenses to smoke, use salt, eat meat, and enjoy the wonder that is trans fat in food....
Well...the national coffers would be bulging!
Brilliant, no?
Then, due to the misery index exploding like a Chevy Volt Battery, from the fiscal pain of paying such high fees to the state, the first Semi-Private, State Monitored And Regulated Industry is born.
Behold Afscootabooze!
Yeppers, grey skies are gonna clear up....
Friday, November 18, 2011
Irony! Here I Am About To Do...
Edited To Add:
WOW!!!! The support here has been wonderful!!! I was blessed being on the show, but that Glenn allowed me to mention the blogs....amazing!!!
For whatever reason, I haven't been able to post all of the "Comments" here, but they do forward to my email and I am reading them all. For those who have asked, I can't use PayPal because I don't have a bank account to transfer the funds to. So in response, I can accept at Walmart via a cash transfer. I would just need the Transaction Number emailed to me at stoocs99@gmail.com .
God bless you all....here's hoping you and yours have a GREAT Thanksgiving, and please, continue to support and follow Glenn as he, Stu and Pat...as well as ALL the staff at Mercury Radio Arts..... do the good and hard work.
.....one of THE BIGGEST Talk Shows in America, The Glenn Beck Radio Program at 9:00 AM Eastern, and I am out of gas and freezing!
You can listen in here: www.GlennBeck.com
With anything news-ish, something may come up to preempt my appearance, but as of right now, all systems go...except for heat.
Enjoy!
WOW!!!! The support here has been wonderful!!! I was blessed being on the show, but that Glenn allowed me to mention the blogs....amazing!!!
For whatever reason, I haven't been able to post all of the "Comments" here, but they do forward to my email and I am reading them all. For those who have asked, I can't use PayPal because I don't have a bank account to transfer the funds to. So in response, I can accept at Walmart via a cash transfer. I would just need the Transaction Number emailed to me at stoocs99@gmail.com .
God bless you all....here's hoping you and yours have a GREAT Thanksgiving, and please, continue to support and follow Glenn as he, Stu and Pat...as well as ALL the staff at Mercury Radio Arts..... do the good and hard work.
.....one of THE BIGGEST Talk Shows in America, The Glenn Beck Radio Program at 9:00 AM Eastern, and I am out of gas and freezing!
You can listen in here: www.GlennBeck.com
With anything news-ish, something may come up to preempt my appearance, but as of right now, all systems go...except for heat.
Enjoy!
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Afscootistan Update
Much to report later, but after an exhaustive search I have found THE person to write the National Anthem of Afscootistan! All Hail, Afscootistan!
SIDETRACK: In so much as this is a mobile country, I considered renaming it Scootvanistan, LOVED that since my name is capped and in front. But decided against it for 1 reason.
What if I get a larger RV? Then it becomes Scootmotorhomeistan. Clunky!
Anyhow...view this girl's work. This tune is about the surrounds of Camp Scooter SouthEast. Not shot here, but you'll get it.
Enjoy! And, oh yeah....
ALL HAIL AFSCOOTISTAN!
(H.T. Roberta)
SIDETRACK: In so much as this is a mobile country, I considered renaming it Scootvanistan, LOVED that since my name is capped and in front. But decided against it for 1 reason.
What if I get a larger RV? Then it becomes Scootmotorhomeistan. Clunky!
Anyhow...view this girl's work. This tune is about the surrounds of Camp Scooter SouthEast. Not shot here, but you'll get it.
Enjoy! And, oh yeah....
ALL HAIL AFSCOOTISTAN!
(H.T. Roberta)
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
August 11th 2011
THAT'S IT! I am starting my own damn country!
Announcing the nation of:
Afscootistan! All Hail, Afscootistan!
Really, things are becoming a pretty big mess. The economy is tanking like a mafioso in cement shoes. Racial tensions are rising in the Heartland of all places. Prices going through the roof. Massive outbreaks of heavily sweating folks due to stolen A.C. Units for their scrap value.
P.U.! It ALL stinks!
Here's an example:
To yours truly, God's Perfect food is The Hot Dog. It's shape near perfection, and it's tastes heavenly! But only ALL BEEF tube steaks count. I love dead cow!
My favs are Sabrett, Bests, Oscar Meyer ANGUS (only! The other O.M. varieties suck), Shofar, and Hebrew National.
Here at The Home Of Falling Prices, the HebeNats, as I nicknamed them, were $2.50 for any of the varieties. OVERNIGHT the price went to $3.98!!! Now you may ask, was the former price an "On Sale" situation?
Answer: NO! And I can't imagine deceased bovine would increase THAT much THAT soon. But it did. It was that price for months. To their credit, Walmart has tried to keep prices stable. It's been mostly milk that reflected what is going on day to day.
SIDETRACK: Here is where Walmart doesn't get it! WHOLE MILK! The carrott crunchers and food fascists can demean whole milk all they want to. Skim is like poison, 1 and 2 percent bovine juice is the equivalent to self indulging instead of having a significant other in your company.
When I go in to get a quart or half gallon, all I see left are the pale imitations of the Vitamin D bomb I seek. Bowing to demented dietitians and that creep that Ryan Seacrest has pimping asparagus and not cupcakes to school kids, Walmart over buys the inferior versions of said healthy liquid.
Phooey! This will never happen in Afscootistan.
All Hail, Afscootistan.
Really, this regime...er...eh...Presidency is a disaster in all things. Don't see the connections?
Years ago in the 70's when all this EPA crap started, the Arab nations decided to make oil a weapon against the USA because of our support of Israel. What followed were gas lines, odd/even rationing, and rising prices. The EPA role was the regs and rules they began to impose on drilling/refining oil and vehicle mileage minimums.
Supply and demand. This is an economy, not based on Gold, but based on Oil. Energy is EVERYTHING to the nations well being and growth. The EPA starts choking off supply with a demand that keeps growing, and you have the rise of gasoline..heating oil...diesel...etc.
That was under Nixon.
Then comes along Jimmy Carter who used to be the worst president in history.
(Barry Huseamus O'Bama now owns that distinction.) He and his uber liberal, progressive pals start over taxing and controlling oil as well as most everything else. The EPA gained more and more power over drilling and producing oil and it's natural gas cousins, thus increasing costs and, ultimately, end user cash outlay.
The economy was tanking. Inflation hit absurd heights, mortgage interest rates were in the double digits. There was a word for all this: Malaise.
Not much different than what we experience today, except the the progressives have had decades to figure out their mistakes and perfect our national destruction.
At this, Barry Huseamus O'Bama excels. Well, actually I don't think he's all that bright. He is the public face, the marionette, for the puppet masters behind the scenes. Pay close attention to him when the teleprompter is absent.
It's embarrassing.
Take the B.P. debacle a couple of years ago. An offshore drilling rig winds up with a hole in the ocean floor that is really, really hard to plug. So hard that at one point they were using human hair as part of a compound to try to seal it.
In response, O'Bama does a couple of things:
A. Stops La. Governor Bobby Jindal from taking the steps necessary to limit the impact, both economical and environmental, on his state. This guy got boots on the ground himself trying to stem the disaster headed his way. O'Bama, with the power and force of the Federal Government in his pocket, got in Jindall's way every chance they had! This is all well documented in his book "Leadership And Crisis" and news reporting at that time.
B. Shut down ALL the oil rigs, period. Thousands lose jobs, millions of barrels or oil left unpumped. Gas prices rise as an astonishing rate. As of this posting, I am paying just over a dollar more per gallon than this time, last year.
SCOFFLAW SIDETRACK: The O'Bama Adminstration has been ordered TWICE to lift the ban on offshore oil collection by a Federal Judge. Basically, this guy is thumbing his nose at the law. Try using that defense next time you don't pay a moving violation money grab!
Oil, as I said, drives everything...literally. The diesel for the trucks, trains, ships, etc. that deliver and is taxed. The natural gas that powers Electric Plants that power fuel pumps, store lighting and refrigeration, that is taxed.
You get the idea.
Solar Power, you say, is the answer? Go ask Spain!
Their ill fated foray into that alternative is an economic disaster! Read further:
"For every green job created, according to the review, 2.2 jobs in other industries were lost, the direct result of the rising costs of energy. Spanish firms pay 17 per cent more than the EU average for power and Spanish citizens five per cent more."
"Despite accounting for 53 per cent of the additional costs of electricity in Spain, solar power produces just 11 per cent of the power generated in the country."
SOURCE
We already have plenty of negative growth industries and opportunities here, thank you. Don't need no stinking Solar Panels!
In Afscootistan...
Oil Is King!
Hot Dogs Are The Official Food
Milk Is Whole Or Nothing At All
All Hail, Afscootistan!
Enough for today. I have a Constitution to write, National Anthem to compose, and a flag to design.
Laterz.....
Announcing the nation of:
Afscootistan! All Hail, Afscootistan!
Really, things are becoming a pretty big mess. The economy is tanking like a mafioso in cement shoes. Racial tensions are rising in the Heartland of all places. Prices going through the roof. Massive outbreaks of heavily sweating folks due to stolen A.C. Units for their scrap value.
P.U.! It ALL stinks!
Here's an example:
To yours truly, God's Perfect food is The Hot Dog. It's shape near perfection, and it's tastes heavenly! But only ALL BEEF tube steaks count. I love dead cow!
My favs are Sabrett, Bests, Oscar Meyer ANGUS (only! The other O.M. varieties suck), Shofar, and Hebrew National.
Here at The Home Of Falling Prices, the HebeNats, as I nicknamed them, were $2.50 for any of the varieties. OVERNIGHT the price went to $3.98!!! Now you may ask, was the former price an "On Sale" situation?
Answer: NO! And I can't imagine deceased bovine would increase THAT much THAT soon. But it did. It was that price for months. To their credit, Walmart has tried to keep prices stable. It's been mostly milk that reflected what is going on day to day.
SIDETRACK: Here is where Walmart doesn't get it! WHOLE MILK! The carrott crunchers and food fascists can demean whole milk all they want to. Skim is like poison, 1 and 2 percent bovine juice is the equivalent to self indulging instead of having a significant other in your company.
When I go in to get a quart or half gallon, all I see left are the pale imitations of the Vitamin D bomb I seek. Bowing to demented dietitians and that creep that Ryan Seacrest has pimping asparagus and not cupcakes to school kids, Walmart over buys the inferior versions of said healthy liquid.
Phooey! This will never happen in Afscootistan.
All Hail, Afscootistan.
Really, this regime...er...eh...Presidency is a disaster in all things. Don't see the connections?
Years ago in the 70's when all this EPA crap started, the Arab nations decided to make oil a weapon against the USA because of our support of Israel. What followed were gas lines, odd/even rationing, and rising prices. The EPA role was the regs and rules they began to impose on drilling/refining oil and vehicle mileage minimums.
Supply and demand. This is an economy, not based on Gold, but based on Oil. Energy is EVERYTHING to the nations well being and growth. The EPA starts choking off supply with a demand that keeps growing, and you have the rise of gasoline..heating oil...diesel...etc.
That was under Nixon.
Then comes along Jimmy Carter who used to be the worst president in history.
(Barry Huseamus O'Bama now owns that distinction.) He and his uber liberal, progressive pals start over taxing and controlling oil as well as most everything else. The EPA gained more and more power over drilling and producing oil and it's natural gas cousins, thus increasing costs and, ultimately, end user cash outlay.
The economy was tanking. Inflation hit absurd heights, mortgage interest rates were in the double digits. There was a word for all this: Malaise.
Not much different than what we experience today, except the the progressives have had decades to figure out their mistakes and perfect our national destruction.
At this, Barry Huseamus O'Bama excels. Well, actually I don't think he's all that bright. He is the public face, the marionette, for the puppet masters behind the scenes. Pay close attention to him when the teleprompter is absent.
It's embarrassing.
Take the B.P. debacle a couple of years ago. An offshore drilling rig winds up with a hole in the ocean floor that is really, really hard to plug. So hard that at one point they were using human hair as part of a compound to try to seal it.
In response, O'Bama does a couple of things:
A. Stops La. Governor Bobby Jindal from taking the steps necessary to limit the impact, both economical and environmental, on his state. This guy got boots on the ground himself trying to stem the disaster headed his way. O'Bama, with the power and force of the Federal Government in his pocket, got in Jindall's way every chance they had! This is all well documented in his book "Leadership And Crisis" and news reporting at that time.
B. Shut down ALL the oil rigs, period. Thousands lose jobs, millions of barrels or oil left unpumped. Gas prices rise as an astonishing rate. As of this posting, I am paying just over a dollar more per gallon than this time, last year.
SCOFFLAW SIDETRACK: The O'Bama Adminstration has been ordered TWICE to lift the ban on offshore oil collection by a Federal Judge. Basically, this guy is thumbing his nose at the law. Try using that defense next time you don't pay a moving violation money grab!
Oil, as I said, drives everything...literally. The diesel for the trucks, trains, ships, etc. that deliver and is taxed. The natural gas that powers Electric Plants that power fuel pumps, store lighting and refrigeration, that is taxed.
You get the idea.
Solar Power, you say, is the answer? Go ask Spain!
Their ill fated foray into that alternative is an economic disaster! Read further:
"For every green job created, according to the review, 2.2 jobs in other industries were lost, the direct result of the rising costs of energy. Spanish firms pay 17 per cent more than the EU average for power and Spanish citizens five per cent more."
"Despite accounting for 53 per cent of the additional costs of electricity in Spain, solar power produces just 11 per cent of the power generated in the country."
SOURCE
We already have plenty of negative growth industries and opportunities here, thank you. Don't need no stinking Solar Panels!
In Afscootistan...
Oil Is King!
Hot Dogs Are The Official Food
Milk Is Whole Or Nothing At All
All Hail, Afscootistan!
Enough for today. I have a Constitution to write, National Anthem to compose, and a flag to design.
Laterz.....
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
June 26th 2011
LET'S BE HONEST, HE IS MOCHA AT BEST
Barry Huseamus O'Bama
As you may know from here and my prior blog, I have a very active interest in most things political. And nothing get's my blood boiling than our current Amateur In Chief, the so called 1st Black President.
The progressives use that distinction to call any criticism of Obama "racist". However, as Ann Coulter correctly observed some time back, he is a "Halfrican-American". White momma with a black baby daddy. Thus when I point out his flaws and my massive dislike of his reign, I am addressing the White half.
On Twitter I use the hashtag #Hawaii_dbl_wide
Look at his last name for example: O'Bama. It could be McBama for that matter. Truth be told, he is much more white than black. One need only see who his influences are.
Saul Alinsky
Noam Chomsky
Cass Sunstein
Andy Stern
George Soros
Bill Ayers
Ok...so he went to a church led by The Rev. Jeremiah "G-D DAMN AMERICA" Wright who is black. But O'Bama says he never heard what Wright had to say, so that influence is moot. Not only that, but Barry threw this guy under the bus during the Persidential Campaign!
I guess one could say that Barry O'Bama is a whiter President than Bill Clinton, the REAL 1st "Black" President....or at least was called that during his term in office.
I'll have more to say about this in later postings, but wanted to get my "perspective" out there for now.
Laterz....
Barry Huseamus O'BamaAs you may know from here and my prior blog, I have a very active interest in most things political. And nothing get's my blood boiling than our current Amateur In Chief, the so called 1st Black President.
The progressives use that distinction to call any criticism of Obama "racist". However, as Ann Coulter correctly observed some time back, he is a "Halfrican-American". White momma with a black baby daddy. Thus when I point out his flaws and my massive dislike of his reign, I am addressing the White half.
On Twitter I use the hashtag #Hawaii_dbl_wide
Look at his last name for example: O'Bama. It could be McBama for that matter. Truth be told, he is much more white than black. One need only see who his influences are.
Saul Alinsky
Noam Chomsky
Cass Sunstein
Andy Stern
George Soros
Bill AyersOk...so he went to a church led by The Rev. Jeremiah "G-D DAMN AMERICA" Wright who is black. But O'Bama says he never heard what Wright had to say, so that influence is moot. Not only that, but Barry threw this guy under the bus during the Persidential Campaign!
I guess one could say that Barry O'Bama is a whiter President than Bill Clinton, the REAL 1st "Black" President....or at least was called that during his term in office.
I'll have more to say about this in later postings, but wanted to get my "perspective" out there for now.
Laterz....
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
June 22 2011
BACKSTORY
Back in 1995 when the una-ex and I separated, I lived in The Conversion Van Of Wonders for a fair bit of time. Thing was, I didn't want to get an apartment lease, nor spend a lot on hotel rooms.
I had hoped we could reconcile.
So much for hope.
Anyhow...I am driving through the middle of Pennsylvania in the middle of the night when the cruise control stops working. The last thing I needed was downtime for a repair. So I stroked the dashboard and told "her" that I had no time to stop for a fixin' and "she" needed to get the cruise back up and running.
It ran until about 2 years ago. This vehicle loved me when no other thing, aside from my kids, would. I told "her" and anyone who would listen I would NEVER sell her and I wanted to be buried in her when my time came to ascend to my condo with a view and Triple Play FiOS. My sons knew these instructions well as did "she".
CURRENT EVENTS
Yesterday I went to look at an full blown RV that was this same model, only a 1989 version. That year the vehicle was a fair bit longer. Inside was a shower, kitchen, bathroom, etc. EVERYTHING I need for a "home"!
Total of 45K on the vehicle and 20K on a new engine.
I really want this thing. And as I was expressing that to it's current owner I noted that I would want to cannibalize some parts of "her" for a slightly older "her". And honestly, when I said this I do so in a whisper. I really didn't want to be.....overheard.
He and I left it with me saying I would try to fund-raise and would get back to him. My mistake was saying ONE thing in a normal voice:
"I want my front grill on this other one. It have pics of it on my first blog"
When I went to start "her" up, the process seemed a little labored. I chalked it up to the battery needing to be charged. "She" has what is called a "Parasitic Draw", meaning something drains the battery constantly and if the engine is not run regularly, the battery goes dead. This is a new Deep Cell and it had to be jump started that morning.
Little did I know......
I arrive at Camp Scooter SouthEast and settle in for a bit. My habit is to pull in up to where I will unload the generator and then get into my usual spot. This part went o.k.
However, I decided I want to be a bit further back from the generator and went to start the car. Turned the key and....
nothing
Tried again.....
nothing
Once more....
nothing
The Starter is kaput. I am dead in the water. No el move-o.
I pissed "her" off!
"She" at least let me get into the Camp and then said....ummmm....
"You can kiss my bumper!"
Now your humble narrator is without transport and stuck in Camp Scooter SouthEast until I can get a transplant for my dear "girl".
Moral to this tale is.....
"A female is a female no matter the form, and always beware, a woman scorned!"
I just made that up! HA!
Until next time....
Back in 1995 when the una-ex and I separated, I lived in The Conversion Van Of Wonders for a fair bit of time. Thing was, I didn't want to get an apartment lease, nor spend a lot on hotel rooms.
I had hoped we could reconcile.
So much for hope.
Anyhow...I am driving through the middle of Pennsylvania in the middle of the night when the cruise control stops working. The last thing I needed was downtime for a repair. So I stroked the dashboard and told "her" that I had no time to stop for a fixin' and "she" needed to get the cruise back up and running.
It ran until about 2 years ago. This vehicle loved me when no other thing, aside from my kids, would. I told "her" and anyone who would listen I would NEVER sell her and I wanted to be buried in her when my time came to ascend to my condo with a view and Triple Play FiOS. My sons knew these instructions well as did "she".
CURRENT EVENTS
Yesterday I went to look at an full blown RV that was this same model, only a 1989 version. That year the vehicle was a fair bit longer. Inside was a shower, kitchen, bathroom, etc. EVERYTHING I need for a "home"!
Total of 45K on the vehicle and 20K on a new engine.
I really want this thing. And as I was expressing that to it's current owner I noted that I would want to cannibalize some parts of "her" for a slightly older "her". And honestly, when I said this I do so in a whisper. I really didn't want to be.....overheard.
He and I left it with me saying I would try to fund-raise and would get back to him. My mistake was saying ONE thing in a normal voice:
"I want my front grill on this other one. It have pics of it on my first blog"
When I went to start "her" up, the process seemed a little labored. I chalked it up to the battery needing to be charged. "She" has what is called a "Parasitic Draw", meaning something drains the battery constantly and if the engine is not run regularly, the battery goes dead. This is a new Deep Cell and it had to be jump started that morning.
Little did I know......
I arrive at Camp Scooter SouthEast and settle in for a bit. My habit is to pull in up to where I will unload the generator and then get into my usual spot. This part went o.k.
However, I decided I want to be a bit further back from the generator and went to start the car. Turned the key and....
nothing
Tried again.....
nothing
Once more....
nothing
The Starter is kaput. I am dead in the water. No el move-o.
I pissed "her" off!
"She" at least let me get into the Camp and then said....ummmm....
"You can kiss my bumper!"
Now your humble narrator is without transport and stuck in Camp Scooter SouthEast until I can get a transplant for my dear "girl".
Moral to this tale is.....
"A female is a female no matter the form, and always beware, a woman scorned!"
I just made that up! HA!
Until next time....
Sunday, June 19, 2011
06/19/11
*cough*
I have been really sick! So sick that this whatever it is should be against the law. So sick that the first bastard to get this should be jailed for not setting himself on fire to stop the spread!
I wanted to go to services this morning and then have a motorhome to look at. Guess what? Never moved from at all.
I do have some catching up to do here. I decided to revive the other blog and use that to whine about being in a van, regardless that it is The Conversion Van Of Wonders. This one will be simple musings about stuff...people I meet...my opinions and thoughts about things...yadda yadda yadda.
Watched "The Voice" on HuLu last night and I have to say that the Shelton guy is brilliant! He would make a helluva music producer. He has insight and instincts that Simon Cowell would have sex with Randy Jackson to have!
I have only watched 2 episodes and last night was the Christina vrs. Blake. Here's what I saw:
Christina is annoying and trying to turn her girls into ...well...her.
The group number is perfect evidence of what I mean. She was La Star and her girls her posse.
When Blake's team came forward, he set it up as their venue..their moment to shine together..popping in only towards the end of the song.
The guy reminds me of Trace Adkins on "The Celebrity Apprentice". Gets'r done with class.
The 2 guys on Blake's team don't do much for me, but the girls...both headed to BIG careers!
Dia Frampton....the next Norah Jones! This girl is stunning!
Xenia...where did this girl come from??? Only 17 and her voice...so "smoky"...in tenor and tone.
I was impressed overall by Blake and these 2 girls. Kinda stopped me in my tracks!
What I am grateful for is The Fairy Godmother who granted Woody's (from the "Toy Story" movies) wish and made him into a REAL boy. Not sure why he changed his name after that to Carson Daly, though.
But I digress....
I am working on getting my head clear and stuff outta the way. I know I need to address why I am still stuck here...what's the latest with the Obama Guy....and I have a new "Director's Cut" with and alternate ending to the post directly below to finish.
Thanks for hanging in there and please, encourage all yer pals to visit. I'd like to get my hit numbers up and from all over the country.
Laterz....
I have been really sick! So sick that this whatever it is should be against the law. So sick that the first bastard to get this should be jailed for not setting himself on fire to stop the spread!
I wanted to go to services this morning and then have a motorhome to look at. Guess what? Never moved from at all.
I do have some catching up to do here. I decided to revive the other blog and use that to whine about being in a van, regardless that it is The Conversion Van Of Wonders. This one will be simple musings about stuff...people I meet...my opinions and thoughts about things...yadda yadda yadda.
Watched "The Voice" on HuLu last night and I have to say that the Shelton guy is brilliant! He would make a helluva music producer. He has insight and instincts that Simon Cowell would have sex with Randy Jackson to have!
I have only watched 2 episodes and last night was the Christina vrs. Blake. Here's what I saw:
Christina is annoying and trying to turn her girls into ...well...her.
The group number is perfect evidence of what I mean. She was La Star and her girls her posse.
When Blake's team came forward, he set it up as their venue..their moment to shine together..popping in only towards the end of the song.
The guy reminds me of Trace Adkins on "The Celebrity Apprentice". Gets'r done with class.
The 2 guys on Blake's team don't do much for me, but the girls...both headed to BIG careers!
Dia Frampton....the next Norah Jones! This girl is stunning!
Xenia...where did this girl come from??? Only 17 and her voice...so "smoky"...in tenor and tone.
I was impressed overall by Blake and these 2 girls. Kinda stopped me in my tracks!
What I am grateful for is The Fairy Godmother who granted Woody's (from the "Toy Story" movies) wish and made him into a REAL boy. Not sure why he changed his name after that to Carson Daly, though.
But I digress....
I am working on getting my head clear and stuff outta the way. I know I need to address why I am still stuck here...what's the latest with the Obama Guy....and I have a new "Director's Cut" with and alternate ending to the post directly below to finish.
Thanks for hanging in there and please, encourage all yer pals to visit. I'd like to get my hit numbers up and from all over the country.
Laterz....
Sunday, May 29, 2011
5/29/11
New Products:
Today I was wandering around The Home Of Falling Prices just passing some time prior to a purchase. Ordinarily I ignore the flat panel monitors trumpeting some new product or idea , finding that sometimes commercials simply need to stop. However there are a couple of notable exceptions and one new one.
Once they were pimping some vitamin supplement by using cartoon fish. And, no, it wasn't Omega3, but I don't recall exactly what it was. Thing is, the fish all wore glasses, thus did not bode well for your vision if you ingest said product.
Janet Napolitano, head of Homeland Security, who has all the dynamic personality of
lint, was CONSTANTLY on these monitors telling us to rat on anyone we thought was "suspicious". Her message resulted in Walmarts being locked down for guys on cell phones talking loudly.
This from the folks who encourage #TSA agents to grope our genitalia looking for bombs in our underoos as we attempt to fly somewhere.
SIDETRACK: Speaking of underwear "bombs", you Twitter users follow this hashtag:
#Weinergate
Yer' gonna love it.
Ok...so now a NEW AND IMPROVED product gets pimped via these monitors. Something that has provided security for you gals for ever, keeping you "confident and fresh" during your ride on the cotton pony.
Designer Maxipads! In all the colors of the Rainbow!
I mean, is this necessary? Who's gonna see it and know you are the most fashionable menstruater in your neighborhood? When that monthly tsunami makes it's way into your life, do you really need to know you have a pad full-O-daisies keeping things in place?
And the color combinations....
If you get a pad with green as the color scheme, once utilized the blend of hues now makes the pad.....brown! Ok...it is well known that chocolate is favored amongst you gals during "that time"..so maybe that color surprise might be welcome to see.
If you like to plan ahead, here's a link where you can research what colors you get when blended with Red HERE. You can match things to holidays, seasons, etc.
There are items worn under clothing, or in spite of, that are hot and attractive. Certain kinds of panties and bras...thigh highs...4" pumps.
(If your guy is an oprahmale then you need stilettos , fishnets, and a whip.)
But I think I speak for most Men when I say, technicolor feminine hygiene products are not a really beguiling idea to us. oprahmales excluded.
Hey..it's your money and cycle...who am I to judge. Maybe next you can get pads with the face of people you despise on'em. Like The Governator Special or some french I.M.F. manager who has "issues" with the hired help.
The possibilities are endless. Period!
Today I was wandering around The Home Of Falling Prices just passing some time prior to a purchase. Ordinarily I ignore the flat panel monitors trumpeting some new product or idea , finding that sometimes commercials simply need to stop. However there are a couple of notable exceptions and one new one.
Once they were pimping some vitamin supplement by using cartoon fish. And, no, it wasn't Omega3, but I don't recall exactly what it was. Thing is, the fish all wore glasses, thus did not bode well for your vision if you ingest said product.
Janet Napolitano, head of Homeland Security, who has all the dynamic personality of
lint, was CONSTANTLY on these monitors telling us to rat on anyone we thought was "suspicious". Her message resulted in Walmarts being locked down for guys on cell phones talking loudly.
This from the folks who encourage #TSA agents to grope our genitalia looking for bombs in our underoos as we attempt to fly somewhere.
SIDETRACK: Speaking of underwear "bombs", you Twitter users follow this hashtag:
#Weinergate
Yer' gonna love it.
Ok...so now a NEW AND IMPROVED product gets pimped via these monitors. Something that has provided security for you gals for ever, keeping you "confident and fresh" during your ride on the cotton pony.
Designer Maxipads! In all the colors of the Rainbow!
I mean, is this necessary? Who's gonna see it and know you are the most fashionable menstruater in your neighborhood? When that monthly tsunami makes it's way into your life, do you really need to know you have a pad full-O-daisies keeping things in place?
And the color combinations....
If you get a pad with green as the color scheme, once utilized the blend of hues now makes the pad.....brown! Ok...it is well known that chocolate is favored amongst you gals during "that time"..so maybe that color surprise might be welcome to see.
If you like to plan ahead, here's a link where you can research what colors you get when blended with Red HERE. You can match things to holidays, seasons, etc.
There are items worn under clothing, or in spite of, that are hot and attractive. Certain kinds of panties and bras...thigh highs...4" pumps.
(If your guy is an oprahmale then you need stilettos , fishnets, and a whip.)
But I think I speak for most Men when I say, technicolor feminine hygiene products are not a really beguiling idea to us. oprahmales excluded.
Hey..it's your money and cycle...who am I to judge. Maybe next you can get pads with the face of people you despise on'em. Like The Governator Special or some french I.M.F. manager who has "issues" with the hired help.
The possibilities are endless. Period!
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
May 18th, 2011
Newest Stuff With Your Humble Narrator:I was given the T-Shirt above by a guy who happened in to the parking lot with an R.V. adorned with magnetic signs that offered the same message as above. He was from Ohio in a rented motorhome and 5 kids...ages 3 weeks to around 10...in tow. Sold or gave away everything he owned and is convinced May 21st is it!
The T-Shirt is supposed to be a medium, but it is a VERY tight fit. I guess the manufacturer wasn't worried about getting returns.
We'll see. I hope I am somehow in the good graces of God should this come to pass on Saturday. I wish I could have been as certain about it as that guy. I mean, it does give me pause, and who am I to be a naysayer.
Had I known for sure, I would have avoided the Armageddon that is my mouth today! Yesterday I had a crown put on over a raw feeling tooth, 2 root canals... which revealed one tooth could not be saved, thus an extraction. OUCH!
I am told and have read that only God knows the day and hour of Jesus' return. Even The Son of God doesn't know. It's going to be, like, He's in the middle of a round of "Angry Birds" and then:
God: Hey Son, you all packed and stuff? Time to go...
And what about the remaining Season Finales???
He would be here to see "Thor" during it's theatrical run. That's a plus, I suppose.
Anyhow.....
Have done a couple of more treks to move stuff my friend bought on eBay, including a round trip to Virginia Beach. Will write about that this weekend. Right now I am struggling to be able to eat without crying like a little girl.
Ok...not that bad, but the pain is distracting.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
May 7th 2011..But Posted On The 8th
Stuff On My Mind
I hate that I have to wear bi-focals. I hate even more that they work and make a big difference. In a simpler, more innocent time they were referred to as:
Unsure-focals
Curious/Exploring-focals
ThatOneTimeAtCollege-focalettes
But now simply bi-focals.
Makes me feel all old and stuff.
@FringeonFox #FRINGE
Ok..the whole point of the two universes colliding was Walter bringing other world Peter here to save his life....yes? So now that Peter "...never existed.." according to The Observers...why are the 2 universes colliding anyway?
My head hurts! But I LOVE the show! Can't wait for next season.
"GLEEK" Moment:
Akkk...my dreams of being cast on "Glee" as the singing homeless guy got dashed now that one of the main 'tweener heartthrob's family lost their home and live in a motel. AND to add insult to injury, he has two single digit aged siblings all in the same room!
Will my life ever improve...HEY WAIT...
I could be cast as Sam's Dad...yeah...and sing my way back into prosperity and a new house.! @Ryan_Murphy ...you reading this?
How about that Usama Bin Laden! I wonder if his friends who used to call him Buddy, now refer to him as Chum? (Deep Sea Fishing Reference)
Weather here put everyone in a good mood. Saw people singing, LOTS of kids and sunshine. Of course, your humble narrator has his very own Depress-O-Matic and that kicked in from time to time, but I pushed it back.
Ran into the fellow I mentioned in my prior blog regards Thanksgiving '10 and Thanks for help posts. He happened along with his young daughter who wanted to meet yours truly. Sweet young thing, she bought some chicks from a local store to donate to a nearby farm. They had just returned for visiting said farm when we happened upon one another.
She and I shared our affinity for marshmallows and I offered some of mine, bought at The Home Of Falling Price after Easter for 75% off!
Way cool! I stocked up!
Well here's the thing....
When visiting said farm to see the chicks all growed up, she was challenged with trying to catch a few. Someone there told her, it could not be done.
She snagged 15 of'em and the chickens, once snatched, didn't protest her holding them.
GOOD girl!
So...she had to save the mallowey treats for later until she could wash her hands. She didn't want to get stuck with "chickenosis"
(You'll get it in a few...)
I told her about a guy who made a living catching chickens and went on to win "America's Got Talent". (My regrets regards the video quality)
Anyhow...she is a sweet little thing and certainly brightened my day!
That's all for now.
I hate that I have to wear bi-focals. I hate even more that they work and make a big difference. In a simpler, more innocent time they were referred to as:
Unsure-focals
Curious/Exploring-focals
ThatOneTimeAtCollege-focalettes
But now simply bi-focals.
Makes me feel all old and stuff.
@FringeonFox #FRINGE
Ok..the whole point of the two universes colliding was Walter bringing other world Peter here to save his life....yes? So now that Peter "...never existed.." according to The Observers...why are the 2 universes colliding anyway?
My head hurts! But I LOVE the show! Can't wait for next season.
"GLEEK" Moment:
Akkk...my dreams of being cast on "Glee" as the singing homeless guy got dashed now that one of the main 'tweener heartthrob's family lost their home and live in a motel. AND to add insult to injury, he has two single digit aged siblings all in the same room!
Will my life ever improve...HEY WAIT...
I could be cast as Sam's Dad...yeah...and sing my way back into prosperity and a new house.! @Ryan_Murphy ...you reading this?
How about that Usama Bin Laden! I wonder if his friends who used to call him Buddy, now refer to him as Chum? (Deep Sea Fishing Reference)
Weather here put everyone in a good mood. Saw people singing, LOTS of kids and sunshine. Of course, your humble narrator has his very own Depress-O-Matic and that kicked in from time to time, but I pushed it back.
Ran into the fellow I mentioned in my prior blog regards Thanksgiving '10 and Thanks for help posts. He happened along with his young daughter who wanted to meet yours truly. Sweet young thing, she bought some chicks from a local store to donate to a nearby farm. They had just returned for visiting said farm when we happened upon one another.
She and I shared our affinity for marshmallows and I offered some of mine, bought at The Home Of Falling Price after Easter for 75% off!
Way cool! I stocked up!
Well here's the thing....
When visiting said farm to see the chicks all growed up, she was challenged with trying to catch a few. Someone there told her, it could not be done.
She snagged 15 of'em and the chickens, once snatched, didn't protest her holding them.
GOOD girl!
So...she had to save the mallowey treats for later until she could wash her hands. She didn't want to get stuck with "chickenosis"
(You'll get it in a few...)
I told her about a guy who made a living catching chickens and went on to win "America's Got Talent". (My regrets regards the video quality)
Anyhow...she is a sweet little thing and certainly brightened my day!
That's all for now.
Friday, April 29, 2011
April 29th
What's Been Happening To Moi:
Over the last 10 days or so, I have had 2 tooth extractions, a close call root canal, a post and crown installed and a cap placed.
Thing is, with one of the extractions the dentist found a very small cyst, which is nothing more than a tumor that refuses to apply itself. All went well and yours truly is recovering nicely.
Something I have noticed lately is a LOT of cars from our neighbors to the north. And I am not sure I like it. Here's why:
They do tend to be a surly bunch. Back in the day, when I was still running under DOS and on IRC (internet relay chat):
SIDETRACK EXPLANATION: IRC was a way of chatting with others via the net. You would find an IRC server, log on, and type /join #WHATEVERROOM and poof...there you were. IRC is still very much alive and running today. I just don't use it much anymore.
Anyhow, I would be in a chat room and notice some rather crabby, bordering cantankerous, types complaining about something, or being insulting. On IRC you can do what is know as a "/whois nickname" and see where said participant is from. And 99 times out of 100, it was above the northern border.
I mean who in their right, collective mind would pronounce Sault as Sue???
Must the french blood in them.
Not to say that all of them up there have no sense of humor. Kindly view the following clip from "Canadian Idol".
GLEEK SIDETRACK: Back when I had Triple Play Cable and much faster internet speed, I would download Canadian and Australian Idol. I watched one and a half seasons of the former, one season of the latter. I wish HuLu could show full episodes of Idol so I could stay current but, alas, one of the pitfalls of being address-less.
See, what very few people know is the real reason Canadians are crabby. The have to conduct most of their commerce using ...are you ready...PELTS! That's right, the skins of fuzzy creatures. They don't have a Currency, they have a Furrency!
Sure, when we travel there and buy something, the natives around us pretend to use a Visa Card or cash. But once you and I leave the store, out comes Rocky Raccoon or Br'er Fox so they can get stuff.
Now they have done this for decades, but because Obama and his uber bud George Soros have wrecked the global economy, what used to cost 2 rabbits and a squirrel, now runs 3 rabbits and a moose.
All those extra skins make their garments all bulky, uncomfortable, and itchy to wear. So no wonder they are crabbier than ever.
The dirty secret is, this year they found a way to get even!!!
Ever wonder why this winter seemed to last so long and was so harsh?
At night, all the lights at the border would be turned off and millions of the maple luvin' citizens would shoo moose away from blocking their driveways then head south. At the border they would have large pieces of cardboard and flap them, sending that icy, arctic Canadian air our way!
See what happens when the USA doesn't protect it's borders? Well, do ya'????
They would laugh at us when they pirate FOX NEWS and see all the misery and expense a prolonged winter costs us Americans!
Hey, I like Maple Flavored Treats as much as the next guy! My girl for my curls, Darlene and her daughter discovered I LOVE Maple Creme Sandwich Cookies, and buy me four boxes at a time!
SIDETRACK REDUX:
When driving through Pennsylvania last weekend , I happened upon a small chain of doughnut shops called "The Maple Doughnut". Great, I thought to myself and pulled into one.
I have to say the coffee was the best I have tasted in quite sometime! Not since the BEST EVER cup I had in Wilkes-Barre's "Daily Doughnut" shop in 1995, has one gotten my attention like this one did.
Anyhow, I am perusing the selections, pointing to the really enticing ones, only to be told those are peanut butter flavored. The frosting was same color as the maple ones. The only maple ones were plain frosted or nut laden frosted.
They need to change the chain's name!
However the REAL maple ones were very tasty! But I digress....
So the next time you see a Canadian license plate pass you on the highway, look over to it and say:
"Hey, thanks loads Dudley for all the damn snow and bitter cold!"
That'll show'em!
Until next time....
EDITED TO ADD: Damn them...it continues!
Over the last 10 days or so, I have had 2 tooth extractions, a close call root canal, a post and crown installed and a cap placed.
Thing is, with one of the extractions the dentist found a very small cyst, which is nothing more than a tumor that refuses to apply itself. All went well and yours truly is recovering nicely.
Something I have noticed lately is a LOT of cars from our neighbors to the north. And I am not sure I like it. Here's why:They do tend to be a surly bunch. Back in the day, when I was still running under DOS and on IRC (internet relay chat):
SIDETRACK EXPLANATION: IRC was a way of chatting with others via the net. You would find an IRC server, log on, and type /join #WHATEVERROOM and poof...there you were. IRC is still very much alive and running today. I just don't use it much anymore.
Anyhow, I would be in a chat room and notice some rather crabby, bordering cantankerous, types complaining about something, or being insulting. On IRC you can do what is know as a "/whois nickname" and see where said participant is from. And 99 times out of 100, it was above the northern border.
I mean who in their right, collective mind would pronounce Sault as Sue???
Must the french blood in them.
Not to say that all of them up there have no sense of humor. Kindly view the following clip from "Canadian Idol".
GLEEK SIDETRACK: Back when I had Triple Play Cable and much faster internet speed, I would download Canadian and Australian Idol. I watched one and a half seasons of the former, one season of the latter. I wish HuLu could show full episodes of Idol so I could stay current but, alas, one of the pitfalls of being address-less.
See, what very few people know is the real reason Canadians are crabby. The have to conduct most of their commerce using ...are you ready...PELTS! That's right, the skins of fuzzy creatures. They don't have a Currency, they have a Furrency!Sure, when we travel there and buy something, the natives around us pretend to use a Visa Card or cash. But once you and I leave the store, out comes Rocky Raccoon or Br'er Fox so they can get stuff.
Now they have done this for decades, but because Obama and his uber bud George Soros have wrecked the global economy, what used to cost 2 rabbits and a squirrel, now runs 3 rabbits and a moose.
All those extra skins make their garments all bulky, uncomfortable, and itchy to wear. So no wonder they are crabbier than ever.
The dirty secret is, this year they found a way to get even!!!
Ever wonder why this winter seemed to last so long and was so harsh?
At night, all the lights at the border would be turned off and millions of the maple luvin' citizens would shoo moose away from blocking their driveways then head south. At the border they would have large pieces of cardboard and flap them, sending that icy, arctic Canadian air our way!
See what happens when the USA doesn't protect it's borders? Well, do ya'????
They would laugh at us when they pirate FOX NEWS and see all the misery and expense a prolonged winter costs us Americans!
Hey, I like Maple Flavored Treats as much as the next guy! My girl for my curls, Darlene and her daughter discovered I LOVE Maple Creme Sandwich Cookies, and buy me four boxes at a time!
SIDETRACK REDUX:
When driving through Pennsylvania last weekend , I happened upon a small chain of doughnut shops called "The Maple Doughnut". Great, I thought to myself and pulled into one.
I have to say the coffee was the best I have tasted in quite sometime! Not since the BEST EVER cup I had in Wilkes-Barre's "Daily Doughnut" shop in 1995, has one gotten my attention like this one did.
Anyhow, I am perusing the selections, pointing to the really enticing ones, only to be told those are peanut butter flavored. The frosting was same color as the maple ones. The only maple ones were plain frosted or nut laden frosted.
They need to change the chain's name!
However the REAL maple ones were very tasty! But I digress....
So the next time you see a Canadian license plate pass you on the highway, look over to it and say:
"Hey, thanks loads Dudley for all the damn snow and bitter cold!"
That'll show'em!
Until next time....
EDITED TO ADD: Damn them...it continues!
Sunday, April 24, 2011
4/24/11
What I Did Yesterday:
I got a one day gig driving through Pennsylvania for a friend picking up a couple of eBay purchases he had made. Being on the road like made me feel anxious to finally getting my travel plans underway.
Things I Noticed:
I saw more Vanity License Plates than anywhere else to date. Thing is, Pa. only requires a rear plate, so folks who see said cars in their rear view mirrors never see the mundane, cryptic, sometimes clever personal statements as provided by hard working prison inmate artisans.
Cigs are cheaper but gas costs more.
Rediscovered how much I love an open sky viewed from a green landscape, versus open sky from a parking lot. The weather was awful on the way to York City, but then cleared magnificently, just in time for Easter.
SIDETRACK: Speaking of God, I want y'all to know I do ask Him for His attention to other matters besides my relocation. I try to end my day nightly with a conversation, seeking the following:
Safety and peace for my sons.
Good things and blessings for:
The significant acquaintance
The una-ex
My personal devil
My sisters
And their families.
Those who fight in whatever way for this nation:
Our Troops
The pundits:
Glenn Beck
Rush Limbaugh
Mark Levin
Sean Hannity
Neal Boortz
etc.
For Obama and his family, and that he will finally "get it and understand it" and stop ruining this nation.
And finally for myself.
That I am safe.
That I am shown what my purpose is.
And in lieu of that, bring me home.
Amen
SIDETRACK REDUX:
God Part 2
A couple of weeks ago I attended services at The Budd Lake Chapel. The Pastor there is a High School alumni of yours truly and had come up to see me a while back to offer me some support.
Now, thing is, when he came here, I didn't recognize him. He would ask me stuff, and then start to giggle to himself softly. Making me, your humble observer, curious.
Finally he revealed who he was. Seems he had been to my late wife's funeral and that going way back, he and I both attended the same church, Bethlehem Church in Randolph, New Jersey.
Pastor Alan Pirrello.
I promised him I would attend services. I found him to be a dynamic, take no prisoners, approach to The Gospels and his flock to be among the nicest and happiest I have ever encountered. I look forward to returning some day.
Now this is what was unique for moi:
He was delivering his sermon utilizing a Power Point presentation that would display chapter and verse location for reference. Now I am no Biblical Scholar, and at best know The Psalms are in The Old Testament.
This is what happened.
As I needed to go to a different book, I know automatically where to find it. I would, at first shot, come within a chapter or page of where I needed to be.
I was guided. How about that!
While driving through Pa. yesterday I happened upon a local talk show station in Reading and called in. The host posed the question:
Of what political bent today, does anyone think Jesus would lean to.
I called in and said Libertarian/Tea Party. The premise God made when He created us was of Free Will.
Then I pimped my blog.
The host then asked me a great question, no one had asked me before.
Is my current state due to factors outside myself, or my own blunders.
Excellent question!
I said both. There were forces I had to struggle against, and over the course of time I made some boneheaded choices.
What This Past week Was Like:
Nothing really notable. I did have a Deputy-ette pull up by The Conversion Van Of Wonders and type something into the laptop in her car. I wondered if she was going to ask me to get out and go all T.S.A. on me, which would make me feel like we were on our 3rd date.
She lowered the laptop and drove off. I did see her in either an unmarked or personal car drive past me hours later
The allure and sheer magnetism that is yours truly.
#Winning
Happy Easter to you all and God Bless.
I got a one day gig driving through Pennsylvania for a friend picking up a couple of eBay purchases he had made. Being on the road like made me feel anxious to finally getting my travel plans underway.
Things I Noticed:
I saw more Vanity License Plates than anywhere else to date. Thing is, Pa. only requires a rear plate, so folks who see said cars in their rear view mirrors never see the mundane, cryptic, sometimes clever personal statements as provided by hard working prison inmate artisans.
Cigs are cheaper but gas costs more.
Rediscovered how much I love an open sky viewed from a green landscape, versus open sky from a parking lot. The weather was awful on the way to York City, but then cleared magnificently, just in time for Easter.
SIDETRACK: Speaking of God, I want y'all to know I do ask Him for His attention to other matters besides my relocation. I try to end my day nightly with a conversation, seeking the following:
Safety and peace for my sons.
Good things and blessings for:
The significant acquaintance
The una-ex
My personal devil
My sisters
And their families.
Those who fight in whatever way for this nation:
Our Troops
The pundits:
Glenn Beck
Rush Limbaugh
Mark Levin
Sean Hannity
Neal Boortz
etc.
For Obama and his family, and that he will finally "get it and understand it" and stop ruining this nation.
And finally for myself.
That I am safe.
That I am shown what my purpose is.
And in lieu of that, bring me home.
Amen
SIDETRACK REDUX:
God Part 2
A couple of weeks ago I attended services at The Budd Lake Chapel. The Pastor there is a High School alumni of yours truly and had come up to see me a while back to offer me some support.
Now, thing is, when he came here, I didn't recognize him. He would ask me stuff, and then start to giggle to himself softly. Making me, your humble observer, curious.
Finally he revealed who he was. Seems he had been to my late wife's funeral and that going way back, he and I both attended the same church, Bethlehem Church in Randolph, New Jersey.
Pastor Alan Pirrello.
I promised him I would attend services. I found him to be a dynamic, take no prisoners, approach to The Gospels and his flock to be among the nicest and happiest I have ever encountered. I look forward to returning some day.
Now this is what was unique for moi:
He was delivering his sermon utilizing a Power Point presentation that would display chapter and verse location for reference. Now I am no Biblical Scholar, and at best know The Psalms are in The Old Testament.
This is what happened.
As I needed to go to a different book, I know automatically where to find it. I would, at first shot, come within a chapter or page of where I needed to be.
I was guided. How about that!
While driving through Pa. yesterday I happened upon a local talk show station in Reading and called in. The host posed the question:
Of what political bent today, does anyone think Jesus would lean to.
I called in and said Libertarian/Tea Party. The premise God made when He created us was of Free Will.
Then I pimped my blog.
The host then asked me a great question, no one had asked me before.
Is my current state due to factors outside myself, or my own blunders.
Excellent question!
I said both. There were forces I had to struggle against, and over the course of time I made some boneheaded choices.
What This Past week Was Like:
Nothing really notable. I did have a Deputy-ette pull up by The Conversion Van Of Wonders and type something into the laptop in her car. I wondered if she was going to ask me to get out and go all T.S.A. on me, which would make me feel like we were on our 3rd date.
She lowered the laptop and drove off. I did see her in either an unmarked or personal car drive past me hours later
The allure and sheer magnetism that is yours truly.
#Winning
Happy Easter to you all and God Bless.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
April 17th, 2011
What I thought About Today:
Head was spinning for quite some time about all manner of things. I am seeing my spelling/typing suffer a bit and wonder why. I am taking the meds assigned me as prescribed. Guess my years are catching up.....or maybe I am just stagnating.
Who knows?
I am also, for the first time in decades, considering quitting smoking. Some of you may ask...
"Hey Pundit Nomadic Guy, are you hoping for your demise? You fast and pray to God for that and all. What gives?"
The way I see it, God doesn't need my help for much of anything. I mean, should He ask of course I would pitch in, but He can pretty much do what he wants. Thus, my smoking or not smoking will have little effect for whatever He decides to do.
I think I will buy one last pack of Camel Regulars (non-filter). BEST ciggie in the world, smoked by many notable.....dead..but still notable types. I will select the one that will be my LAST One, and post a pic of it. Maybe even video its use.
We'll see.
What I Did Today:
I cleaned out and reloaded my other electric cooler. These Coleman pieces are amazing! They can so cold they can actually produce ice. However, the Coke cans inside this one are not so sturdy against freezing temps I experienced this past winter. Some of'em popped.
Cleaned out, and added boxes of Baking Soda to each one.
Had "Great Value (WalMart Generic Brand) Frozen Lasagna" for.....
What would you call it? The time I ate fell between lunch and dinner. Maybe Linner or Dunch?
I generally eat once a day. Rarely twice. It's a lot of effort in The Conversion Van Of Wonders, moving this and that to make room to do that and this.
Some days just not worth the effort.
Not much else to write. I am trying to make myself post on a regular basis. The flow should start soon and these be more interesting.
Laterz...
Head was spinning for quite some time about all manner of things. I am seeing my spelling/typing suffer a bit and wonder why. I am taking the meds assigned me as prescribed. Guess my years are catching up.....or maybe I am just stagnating.
Who knows?
I am also, for the first time in decades, considering quitting smoking. Some of you may ask...
"Hey Pundit Nomadic Guy, are you hoping for your demise? You fast and pray to God for that and all. What gives?"
The way I see it, God doesn't need my help for much of anything. I mean, should He ask of course I would pitch in, but He can pretty much do what he wants. Thus, my smoking or not smoking will have little effect for whatever He decides to do.
I think I will buy one last pack of Camel Regulars (non-filter). BEST ciggie in the world, smoked by many notable.....dead..but still notable types. I will select the one that will be my LAST One, and post a pic of it. Maybe even video its use.
We'll see.
What I Did Today:
I cleaned out and reloaded my other electric cooler. These Coleman pieces are amazing! They can so cold they can actually produce ice. However, the Coke cans inside this one are not so sturdy against freezing temps I experienced this past winter. Some of'em popped.
Cleaned out, and added boxes of Baking Soda to each one.
Had "Great Value (WalMart Generic Brand) Frozen Lasagna" for.....
What would you call it? The time I ate fell between lunch and dinner. Maybe Linner or Dunch?
I generally eat once a day. Rarely twice. It's a lot of effort in The Conversion Van Of Wonders, moving this and that to make room to do that and this.
Some days just not worth the effort.
Not much else to write. I am trying to make myself post on a regular basis. The flow should start soon and these be more interesting.
Laterz...
Saturday, April 16, 2011
April 16th 2011
What I Did Yesterday:
Pretty much sat around and thought about stuff. Inquired about some possible employment here from the groundskeeper.
Found a very nice young lady who seemed scattered and unable to finish a single thought or a sentence. I convinced her to walk around inside WalMart for a while and that seemed to help. I was still concerned for her driving capabilities, but off she went.
My personal baker came by to offer regrets at not having brought me any tasty snacks lately. (Te last batch she made for me, Butterscotch Cookies, were discovered and devoured by the Father figure.) I thanked her for stopping by and accepted a bag-O-pretzels she handed me as a consolation treat.
I'm lovin' me some baked goods!
There is this car full-O-boys that have taken to yelling stuff at me when I am outside The Conversion Van Of Wonders. One of'em called out:
Grounds Keeper Willie from "The Simpsons" and I thought that was kinda funny. His pals, however, just yelled ignorant and vulgar stuff.
Go figure.
This just rolls off my back. But I wonder what kind of upbringing did these kids have, lessons from the apparently dysfunctional families, that allows them to be o.k with something like this. My kids and I would make fun of the "guests" we would see on "The Jerry Springer Show', but these folks put themselves there and had the double wide to go back to. (I mean, c'mon....you would go to Chicago, now Connecticut, to be on that show and don't know what you might expect?!?!?!) If my sons told me of a kid they picked on, I'd admonish them. You know, common decency.
There is something to the idea you should have to get a licence to procreate.
Consider if I was a veteran, back from the middle east...unable to deal with what I saw and experienced. Just trying to get myself back into one piece.
Or maybe someone who is dealing with an illness, perhaps terminal, and lost their place to live due to medical costs.
Could be a person near suicide over how their life has turned out and these boy's ongoing taunts send that one right over the rope and tree?
Yep...the parents, step-parents, whatever familial configuration those households have, must be right proud of these here boys!
Job well done!
For myself, I chuckled at the Willie comment and shook my head at the rest. There is no cure for stupid. Ignorance, however, sometimes can be fixed.
SIDETRACK: From my past blog incarnation, some of you might recall "Obama Guy"...the rocket scientist in the blue Lincoln Town Car that would love to yell "Obama" at me on a regular basis. By sheer happenstance, I found myself parked directly behind him a couple of weeks ago and finally got a full licence plate I.D. Will be filing charges against him this coming week. You can read about him HERE. You can see why this one stuck out. The guy got aggressive and it was relentless.
What I Pondered Yesterday:
I so often observe obviously separated parents exchanging offspring here in the parking lot, and I find that sad. The adults apparently can't act like adults for the sake of the kids and allow the trade off to happens at the child's main home. Instead, the kid gets traded off like a returned item to The Home Of Falling Prices.
How pathetic.! Grow the hell up!
Get outside your issues for a moment and do what would be best for your children. When the kid is in bed, THEN yell at each other all you want. Curse out your former significant other to your pals, but not within ear shot of the child.
There was this guy who was always bugging me for rides somewhere. He was staying at a really cheap motel to be able to see his son every weekend.
Noble, yes?
Well this guy had a habit of running down every issue...fault...moral flaw....real or imagined of his ex while his son was standing right there. More than once, I would attempt to curtail said litany of faults, with little success. One day I pulled him aside, told him he was being an asshole. If he wanted to rant, then do it with me or another adult. If he did it in front of his son again while I was around, I would confront him then and there and not deal with him ever again. I did enlighten him to the effect it had on the boy and the harm he was causing. In 2 words...grow up!
It stopped.
What I Wanted To Do Today:
There was a Tea Party Rally in Morristown to observe Tax Day and the absurd spending Obama and his ilk want to continue against you and I. I was prevented from attending due to another Dear Leader consequence....the absurd price of petrol! I have very little to run my generator and thus am saving what's in the van's gas tank for heat the next few days. Depending on which "guess" you take heed of, we may be facing numerous days for rain and coldish weather here. I need the engine for warmth...and gas in the tank to accomplish that.
I guess I may post more later or tomorrow.....
Pretty much sat around and thought about stuff. Inquired about some possible employment here from the groundskeeper.
Found a very nice young lady who seemed scattered and unable to finish a single thought or a sentence. I convinced her to walk around inside WalMart for a while and that seemed to help. I was still concerned for her driving capabilities, but off she went.
My personal baker came by to offer regrets at not having brought me any tasty snacks lately. (Te last batch she made for me, Butterscotch Cookies, were discovered and devoured by the Father figure.) I thanked her for stopping by and accepted a bag-O-pretzels she handed me as a consolation treat.
I'm lovin' me some baked goods!
There is this car full-O-boys that have taken to yelling stuff at me when I am outside The Conversion Van Of Wonders. One of'em called out:
Grounds Keeper Willie from "The Simpsons" and I thought that was kinda funny. His pals, however, just yelled ignorant and vulgar stuff.
Go figure.
This just rolls off my back. But I wonder what kind of upbringing did these kids have, lessons from the apparently dysfunctional families, that allows them to be o.k with something like this. My kids and I would make fun of the "guests" we would see on "The Jerry Springer Show', but these folks put themselves there and had the double wide to go back to. (I mean, c'mon....you would go to Chicago, now Connecticut, to be on that show and don't know what you might expect?!?!?!) If my sons told me of a kid they picked on, I'd admonish them. You know, common decency.
There is something to the idea you should have to get a licence to procreate.
Consider if I was a veteran, back from the middle east...unable to deal with what I saw and experienced. Just trying to get myself back into one piece.
Or maybe someone who is dealing with an illness, perhaps terminal, and lost their place to live due to medical costs.
Could be a person near suicide over how their life has turned out and these boy's ongoing taunts send that one right over the rope and tree?
Yep...the parents, step-parents, whatever familial configuration those households have, must be right proud of these here boys!
Job well done!
For myself, I chuckled at the Willie comment and shook my head at the rest. There is no cure for stupid. Ignorance, however, sometimes can be fixed.
SIDETRACK: From my past blog incarnation, some of you might recall "Obama Guy"...the rocket scientist in the blue Lincoln Town Car that would love to yell "Obama" at me on a regular basis. By sheer happenstance, I found myself parked directly behind him a couple of weeks ago and finally got a full licence plate I.D. Will be filing charges against him this coming week. You can read about him HERE. You can see why this one stuck out. The guy got aggressive and it was relentless.
What I Pondered Yesterday:
I so often observe obviously separated parents exchanging offspring here in the parking lot, and I find that sad. The adults apparently can't act like adults for the sake of the kids and allow the trade off to happens at the child's main home. Instead, the kid gets traded off like a returned item to The Home Of Falling Prices.
How pathetic.! Grow the hell up!
Get outside your issues for a moment and do what would be best for your children. When the kid is in bed, THEN yell at each other all you want. Curse out your former significant other to your pals, but not within ear shot of the child.
There was this guy who was always bugging me for rides somewhere. He was staying at a really cheap motel to be able to see his son every weekend.
Noble, yes?
Well this guy had a habit of running down every issue...fault...moral flaw....real or imagined of his ex while his son was standing right there. More than once, I would attempt to curtail said litany of faults, with little success. One day I pulled him aside, told him he was being an asshole. If he wanted to rant, then do it with me or another adult. If he did it in front of his son again while I was around, I would confront him then and there and not deal with him ever again. I did enlighten him to the effect it had on the boy and the harm he was causing. In 2 words...grow up!
It stopped.
What I Wanted To Do Today:
There was a Tea Party Rally in Morristown to observe Tax Day and the absurd spending Obama and his ilk want to continue against you and I. I was prevented from attending due to another Dear Leader consequence....the absurd price of petrol! I have very little to run my generator and thus am saving what's in the van's gas tank for heat the next few days. Depending on which "guess" you take heed of, we may be facing numerous days for rain and coldish weather here. I need the engine for warmth...and gas in the tank to accomplish that.
I guess I may post more later or tomorrow.....
Thursday, April 14, 2011
How I Spent My Day
Pretty much fasting and commiserating with God. I read that fasting allows greater connection between one's self and The Big Guy. Not sure that really works. I mean, the stomach has a tendency to distract when asking to be attended to. It reaches up and puts images of food in the head, thus interfering with a link to Heaven.
Imagine Facebook suddenly having MySpace superimposed over it. You get the idea.
Anyhow....been imploring God to get me to an eternal home sans mortgage. Even if I have to earn it via illness. In that case I have two requests:
1. Minimal Pain
2. A malady which will not curtail indulging in my fav foods.
I remember seeing Tammy Fae Baker in her final days and expressing a longing to have a simple, last cheeseburger. (I am not kidding here. She was on Larry King) It struck me cruel that in one's waning time here one could not indulge in the simplest and most basic pleasure.
I felt sorry for her and hoped I would never face something like that myself. My late wife was able to eat anything she wanted....notably Lobster Bisque...without complication...other than the fact she was dying.
I hope I would be granted the same grace should I find myself in similar circumstance.
I find life facinating at times...interesting...even if I have no interest in remaining here. That being said, since I am stuck here for now, I am at minimum amused. It lends to a certain freedom in writing about stuff. I have no interest in having any stake I would opine about, thus will type whatever comes to mind without thought to consequence.
It's as liberating as was obtaining my potty named Harry.
But enough about me, now it's about everyone else.
Imagine Facebook suddenly having MySpace superimposed over it. You get the idea.
Anyhow....been imploring God to get me to an eternal home sans mortgage. Even if I have to earn it via illness. In that case I have two requests:
1. Minimal Pain
2. A malady which will not curtail indulging in my fav foods.
I remember seeing Tammy Fae Baker in her final days and expressing a longing to have a simple, last cheeseburger. (I am not kidding here. She was on Larry King) It struck me cruel that in one's waning time here one could not indulge in the simplest and most basic pleasure.
I felt sorry for her and hoped I would never face something like that myself. My late wife was able to eat anything she wanted....notably Lobster Bisque...without complication...other than the fact she was dying.
I hope I would be granted the same grace should I find myself in similar circumstance.
I find life facinating at times...interesting...even if I have no interest in remaining here. That being said, since I am stuck here for now, I am at minimum amused. It lends to a certain freedom in writing about stuff. I have no interest in having any stake I would opine about, thus will type whatever comes to mind without thought to consequence.
It's as liberating as was obtaining my potty named Harry.
But enough about me, now it's about everyone else.
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