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!

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.

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...

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.....

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.