I'm only one man, there's only so many people I can piss off in one day. Although, thanks to the internet, my production has gone up nicely.

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Things that are difficult to say when drunk

THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:
1. Innovative
2. Preliminary
3. Proliferation
4. Cinnamon
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THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:
1. Specificity
2. Anti-constitutionality
3. Passive-aggressive disorder
4. Trans substantiate
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THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:
1. No thanks, I’m married.
2. Nope, no more booze for me!
3. Sorry, but you’re not really my type.
4. Taco Bell? No thanks, I’m not hungry.
5. Good evening, officer. Isn’t it lovely out tonight?
6. Oh, I couldn’t! No one wants to hear me sing karaoke.
7. I’m not interested in fighting you.
8. Thank you, but I won’t make any attempt to dance, I have no coordination. I’d hate to look like a fool!
9. Where is the nearest bathroom? I refuse to pee in this parking lot or on the side of the road.
10. I must be going home now, as I have to work in the morning.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

On the hunt

So to speak, Speedy has been running amok for 48 hours now. I set a bucket trap with apple slices downstairs last night, no luck. We set up another bucket trap upstairs tonight. I'm not too worried about him starving to death, he really doesn't have any water. We will see if he turns up tonight.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Jailbreak, interviewing witnesses



Still no sign of Speedy. I interviewed the two felines tonight, they won't talk.I thought of hiring a "Professional" but changed my mind. We'll see what the night brings.

JAILBREAK




Last seen running on his wheel, likely training for his midnight run. He has been seen in the past with the possible acomplice, shown in the third picture. Previous attempts at escape resulted in him being located in the alley behind the refrigerator. He goes by the name of SPEEDY, but has a few aliases, Houdini, and Magic Man. Details on the search as they become available.

Obama...The Chosen One

Frankly, I'm ready to vote for Joe Dirt. I found this after Obama went campaigning around the world. Believe me, I'm not the first to give him the monicker of "The AntiChrist". He may be a nice man, but I'm just not into his socialist agenda, and message of change without defining his changes beyond socialism, and most any other "ism" you can come up with.

From The TimesJuly 25, 2008


He ventured forth to bring light to the world
The anointed one's pilgrimage to the Holy Land is a miracle in action - and a blessing to all his faithful followers

And it came to pass, in the eighth year of the reign of the evil Bush the Younger (The Ignorant), when the whole land from the Arabian desert to the shores of the Great Lakes had been laid barren, that a Child appeared in the wilderness.

The Child was blessed in looks and intellect. Scion of a simple family, offspring of a miraculous union, grandson of a typical white person and an African peasant. And yea, as he grew, the Child walked in the path of righteousness, with only the occasional detour into the odd weed and a little blow.

When he was twelve years old, they found him in the temple in the City of Chicago, arguing the finer points of community organisation with the Prophet Jeremiah and the Elders. And the Elders were astonished at what they heard and said among themselves: “Verily, who is this Child that he opens our hearts and minds to the audacity of hope?”

In the great Battles of Caucus and Primary he smote the conniving Hillary, wife of the deposed King Bill the Priapic and their barbarian hordes of Working Class Whites.

And so it was, in the fullness of time, before the harvest month of the appointed year, the Child ventured forth - for the first time - to bring the light unto all the world.

He travelled fleet of foot and light of camel, with a small retinue that consisted only of his loyal disciples from the tribe of the Media. He ventured first to the land of the Hindu Kush, where the
Taleban had harboured the viper of al-Qaeda in their bosom, raining terror on all the world.

And the Child spake and the tribes of Nato immediately loosed the Caveats that had previously bound them. And in the great battle that ensued the forces of the light were triumphant. For as long as the Child stood with his arms raised aloft, the enemy suffered great blows and the threat of terror was no more.

From there he went forth to Mesopotamia where he was received by the great ruler al-Maliki, and al-Maliki spake unto him and blessed his Sixteen Month Troop Withdrawal Plan even as the imperial warrior Petraeus tried to destroy it.

And lo, in Mesopotamia, a miracle occurred. Even though the Great Surge of Armour that the evil Bush had ordered had been a terrible mistake, a waste of vital military resources and doomed to end in disaster, the Child's very presence suddenly brought forth a great victory for the forces of the light.

And the Persians, who saw all this and were greatly fearful, longed to speak with the Child and saw that the Child was the bringer of peace. At the mention of his name they quickly laid aside their intrigues and beat their uranium swords into civil nuclear energy ploughshares.

From there the Child went up to the city of Jerusalem, and entered through the gate seated on an ass. The crowds of network anchors who had followed him from afar cheered “Hosanna” and waved great palm fronds and strewed them at his feet.

In Jerusalem and in surrounding Palestine, the Child spake to the Hebrews and the Arabs, as the Scripture had foretold. And in an instant, the lion lay down with the lamb, and the Israelites and Ishmaelites ended their long enmity and lived for ever after in peace.

As word spread throughout the land about the Child's wondrous works, peoples from all over flocked to hear him; Hittites and Abbasids; Obamacons and McCainiacs; Cameroonians and Blairites.

And they told of strange and wondrous things that greeted the news of the Child's journey. Around the world, global temperatures began to decline, and the ocean levels fell and the great warming was over.

The Great Prophet Algore of Nobel and Oscar, who many had believed was the anointed one, smiled and told his followers that the Child was the one generations had been waiting for.

And there were other wonderful signs. In the city of the Street at the Wall, spreads on interbank interest rates dropped like manna from Heaven and rates on credit default swaps fell to the ground as dead birds from the almond tree, and the people who had lived in foreclosure were able to borrow again.

Black gold gushed from the ground at prices well below $140 per barrel. In hospitals across the land the sick were cured even though they were uninsured. And all because the Child had pronounced it.

And this is the testimony of one who speaks the truth and bears witness to the truth so that you might believe. And he knows it is the truth for he saw it all on CNN and the BBC and in the pages of The New York Times.

Then the Child ventured forth from Israel and Palestine and stepped onto the shores of the Old Continent. In the land of Queen Angela of Merkel, vast multitudes gathered to hear his voice, and he preached to them at length.

But when he had finished speaking his disciples told him the crowd was hungry, for they had had nothing to eat all the hours they had waited for him.

And so the Child told his disciples to fetch some food but all they had was five loaves and a couple of frankfurters. So he took the bread and the frankfurters and blessed them and told his disciples to feed the multitudes. And when all had eaten their fill, the scraps filled twelve baskets.

Thence he travelled west to Mount Sarkozy. Even the beauteous Princess Carla of the tribe of the Bruni was struck by awe and she was great in love with the Child, but he was tempted not.

On the Seventh Day he walked across the Channel of the Angles to the ancient land of the hooligans. There he was welcomed with open arms by the once great prophet Blair and his successor, Gordon the Leper, and his successor, David the Golden One.

And suddenly, with the men appeared the archangel Gabriel and the whole host of the heavenly choir, ranks of cherubim and seraphim, all praising God and singing: “Yes, We Can.”

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Trudy's Birthday





For a few months now I have been trying to figure out what to do for Trudy's 40th birthday. I started by purchasing as many 40th birthday signs and banners as I could find. Trudy went to bed early on wed. night, so at midnight I went outside and started decorating. I wrote all over the windows of her Durango the number 40, her birthdate 7-24-68 and Happy Birthday. I then Hung a large Happy Birthday 40 yrs old banner across the front of the garage. I purchased some placards about 18 inches tall with big 4 0 's on them and hung them out on posts and the front of the house.
She was obviously suprised the next morning. She endured driving the Durango around for two days, getting stares, honks and smiles.

Friday night we went out to the .Greek Cuisina
.
I can't say they have the best Greek Food, as I really don't know Greek except Gyro's which was my favorite in a little shop in Oceanside California. I would go there each payday while I was in the Marine Corps.
The atmosphere of the Greek Cuisina is what it's all about. After the meal the owner would ask for anyone celebrating birthdays, anniversaries or whatever party. Trudy was brought out front, obviously 40 due to the Happy 40th Birthday balloon Dawn had put on her chair. He asked her a few questions announcing to all the patrons her specific information. Then all the people up on the dance floor one by one had to tilt their head back while he poured Ousa from a bottle into their mouth counting the seconds in beat with the Greek music playing. Trudy did well and made it to 15. Everybody lined up and he handed out plates to smash, Trudy wsn't paired with anyone so he brought me up. When we were given the signal we threw our plates.... They didn't break!!. The owner stopped the music and proclaimed that this couple has no troubles in our lives. I guess the breaking of the plates relates to breaking free from past struggles and starting anew. He started the music again and we threw our plates, this time they broke and all was happy.
We finished our evening at the Greek Cuisina when the DJ switched from music we could dance to, to some pretty radical Hip Hop.
We left the restaurant, and I took Trudy and her friends to an all male revue. It was quite the experience for the girls, but one they won't soon forget. Trudy can fill you in on the details.
For a finale, sunday afternoon we invited friends and neighbors over for cake and ice cream, followed by socializing around the fire pit.
Sunday night I asked Trudy what she did for her 37th birthday and she couldn't remember. Her 40th won't soon be forgotten.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Trudy's Birthday

Tomorrow is Trudy's birthday. Damn she's lookin' good for 40. I have a few things planned right now. It will start tomorrow, then continue into friday night when we go out with some of her friends. Saturday will be a neighborhood get together with cake and ice cream.
Trudy is older than I am for 8 months of the year. Does that make her a COUGAR? Why not, it keeps me up late. I would give details leading into this weekend, but who knows when she might read this.

Monday, July 21, 2008

2008 ACES NW Regional Chevelle and El Camino Show

Well if life isn't busy enough, I spent wednesday thru friday detailing my car for the big Oregon Chevelle and El Camino Show. I hadn't done anything other than wash the car since last May. So I stripped the old wax, and waxed it with McGuires NXT 2.0 wax. If you have never used it before let me say, it goes on easy and buffs out clean. My car looked like glass, and the paint looked wet. I pretty much use all McGuires products on the car, but this stuff really makes the paint look good. Thursday I polished and waxed my wheels, friday I cleaned the motor and the interior.
Saturday was a good time with a poker run, auto olympics & loud exhaust contest (my neighbors might be suprised to know I don't have the loudest car around). This was followed by a wet t-shirt contest. I wanted to enter Trudy, but it wasn't that kind of wet t-shirt contest. Participants had to dunk a t-shirt and squeeze it out into a gallon milk jug. First person to fill the jug wins. I really was disappointed though.

Saturday night was a 40th birthday bash next door. Jen our neighbor and Trudy and a few of Jens friends all turn 40 this month, so Jen threw a party. We were there late, but not late enough. We are still waiting on the details, which of course are useless without pics.
Speaking of pics, here are some of the car show, which does include some of my car. If you click the pic it will go to full screen. You will then see in the pics of my car the results of McGuire NXT 2.0 wax
















Tuesday, July 15, 2008

FORMS ARE GOING FAST- SIGN UP TODAY!

Becoming Illegal (Actual letter from an Iowa resident and sent to his senator)

The Honorable Tom Harkin

731 Hart Senate Office Building

Phone (202) 224 3254

Washington DC , 20510

Dear Senator Harkin,

As a native Iowan and excellent customer of the Internal Revenue Service, I am writing to ask for your assistance. I have contacted the Department of Homeland Security in an effort to determine the process for becoming an illegal alien and they referred me to you.

My primary reason for wishing to change my status from U.S. Citizen to illegal alien stems from the bill which was recently passed by the Senate and for which you voted. If my understanding of this bill's provisions is accurate, as an illegal alien who has been in the United States for five years, all I need to do to become a citizen is to pay a $2,000 fine and income taxes for three of the last five years. I know a good deal when I see one and I am anxious to get the process started before everyone figures it out.

Simply put, those of us who have been here legally have had to pay taxes every year so I'm excited about the prospect of avoiding two years of taxes in return for paying a $2,000 fine. Is there any way that I can apply to be illegal retroactively? This would yield an excellent result for me and my family because we paid heavy taxes in 2004 and 2005.

Additionally, as an illegal alien I could begin using the local emergency room as my primary health care provider. Once I have stopped paying premiums for medical insurance, my accountant figures I could save almost $10,000 a year.

Another benefit in gaining illegal status would be that my daughter would receive preferential treatment relative to her law school applications, as well as 'in-state' tuition rates for many colleges throughout the United States for my son.

Lastly, I understand that illegal status would relieve me of the burden of renewing my driver's license and making those burdensome car insurance premiums. This is very important to me given that I still have college age children driving my car.

If you would provide me with an outline of the process to become illegal (retroactively if possible) and copies of the necessary forms, I would be most appreciative. Thank you for your assistance.

Your Loyal Constituent,

Donald Ruppert

Burlington , IA

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Detroit lake camping trip









Well, we made our annual post 4th of July trip to Detroit Lake. I took the day off of work on thurs. and loaded all the gear. Surprisingly to Trudy I only missed a few items, but we made due. Trudy got off work at 5 and we rolled to Detroit Lake.
We got there in good time and we were able to get our tents set up before dark. Dawn and Darby had arrived earlier, were totally set up and lended a hand.
Friday morning we decided to launch Darby's boat, but the battery was too low to turn the motor. We found a new battery in town, got it installed and went out fishing. We headed to the deep water by the dam hoping to hook into some kokanee, but went back to camp empty handed.
Friday night we had a good BBQ, and set up Travis's telescope he got for Christmas. We were able to see every crater in the moon, but viewing stars was more of a challenge to pinpoint than we expected.
Saturday morning Darby and I headed to the mouth of the lake to do some fishing in the boat. Trudy and the kids stayed back at camp. We were only going to be gone a few hours, then come back and run everyone out on the boat. We arrived at our fishing spot and set the anchor. I noticed an ambulance and paramedics rolling down Hwy 22 lights and sirens, but payed no mind. A few minutes later the cell phone rings, it's Dawn. Travis had a seizure. We raced back to the camping grounds as fast as the boat would go. I RAN from the dock up to the camp ranger station. Travis was up and around, emt's said he would be ok, but we needed to take him to the ER to be safe.
We drove the 45 miles to Stayton, and had him checked out. Everything was fine, except for a spot on his lung which may be a touch of walking pnemonia. He was issued antibiotics and released. We will have him checked again this week with our family doc.
Needless to say that put a damper on the trip, and I went through a feeling I hadn't felt since Travis was a newborn. We rebounded as the er doc said we should. Darby and I took Travis out to our fishing spot where we caught 11 good size trout in just over an hour. (yellow corn powerbait). So last night we ate well and called it a night. We must have checked on Travis about 10 times during the night, (don't let him know that).
This morning we took Tyler and Darby's girl Lauren for a quick fishing trip. Tyler caught 3 trout in about ten minutes, then we let Lauren have access to the #1 spot. Unfortunately she didn't catch anything, maybe next time.
We headed back and picked everyone else up for a 45 minute high speed cruise around the lake, everyone enjoyed it, and it was a nice release.
So here I sit tired, but still going after unpacking. I will write more about Travis if we find out anything new.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Top 20 Movies

First and foremost I don't see too many movies when they are first released, unless the reviews are extraordinary, or Trudy wants a date night and the movie sounds ok. these are movies if shown on TV I'll stop and watch, unless a higher favorite comes on. I will list these in no particular order, which in itself shows my top choices as they come to mind first. 1-20:

1) Dazed and Confused - amongst the number of stars and actually remembering people like this, it has a number of cool cars including "Melba Toast" Woodersons 1970 LS-5 454 Chevelle.

2) GoodFella's - Joe Pesci at his finest, Trudy doesn't care for Ray Lioda, but I think he plays his role well.

3) My Cousin Vinni - Joe Pesci again, a very humorous Italian glimpse.

4) A Few Good Men - Can't stand Tom Cruise, but Nicholson puts this movie over the top. very quotable.

5)Crimson Tide - Hey I'm military minded, good flick.

6)Pulp Fiction - Trudy cringes whenever I stop at this movie playing, and she refuses to watch it. I think the chick OD'ing turned her away. A number of good quotes. All Star cast.

7)Forrest Gump - We all have a bit of Forrest in us.

8)Shawshank Redemption - I don't really care for Tim Robbins politics, but he played the part well.

9)Remember the Titans - Football, Denzell Washington, well scripted and a feel good movie.

10) Castaway - Tom Hanks at his best.

11) The Green Mile - Tom Hanks again.

12)Caddyshack - Anyone who doesn't get the humor should be shot. All time Classic.

13) Tin Cup - Another golfing movie, sharing of Inner Demons.

14)Shrek - Just enough adult humor to keep you watching.

15)SAW 1,2,3,4, - Not really horror, but gory enough to make you look away when the pain is inflicted.

16)Mr Smith - Great Costner movie, stayed at the edge of my seat throughout.

17)Talledega Nights- Honestly can't stand the humor of Will Ferrell, but stayed with this one.

18)Stripes - Classic Bill Murray

19)Vacation - Love it when Russ slams the whole beer, Chevy Chase is always classic.

20)Roadhouse - Action filled brawling.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Global warming refuted (opinion)

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB121486841811817591.html
At least Al Gore made his millions while everyone believed it.
Global Warming as Mass NeurosisJuly 1, 2008; Page A15Last week marked the 20th anniversary of the mass hysteria phenomenon known as global warming. Much of the science has since been discredited. Now it's time for political scientists, theologians and psychiatrists to weigh in.What, discredited? Thousands of scientists insist otherwise, none more noisily than NASA's Jim Hansen, who first banged the gong with his June 23, 1988, congressional testimony (delivered with all the modesty of "99% confidence").
But mother nature has opinions of her own. NASA now begrudgingly confirms that the hottest year on record in the continental 48 was not 1998, as previously believed, but 1934, and that six of the 10 hottest years since 1880 antedate 1954. Data from 3,000 scientific robots in the world's oceans show there has been slight cooling in the past five years, never mind that "80% to 90% of global warming involves heating up ocean waters," according to a report by NPR's Richard Harris.The Arctic ice cap may be thinning, but the extent of Antarctic sea ice has been expanding for years. At least as of February, last winter was the Northern Hemisphere's coldest in decades.
In May, German climate modelers reported in the journal Nature that global warming is due for a decade-long vacation. But be not not-afraid, added the modelers: The inexorable march to apocalypse resumes in 2020.This last item is, of course, a forecast, not an empirical observation. But it raises a useful question: If even slight global cooling remains evidence of global warming, what isn't evidence of global warming?
What we have here is a nonfalsifiable hypothesis, logically indistinguishable from claims for the existence of God. This doesn't mean God doesn't exist, or that global warming isn't happening. It does mean it isn't science.So let's stop fussing about the interpretation of ice core samples from the South Pole and temperature readings in the troposphere. The real place where discussions of global warming belong is in the realm of belief, and particularly the motives for belief. I see three mutually compatible explanations.
The first is as a vehicle of ideological convenience. Socialism may have failed as an economic theory, but global warming alarmism, with its dire warnings about the consequences of industry and consumerism, is equally a rebuke to capitalism. Take just about any other discredited leftist nostrum of yore – population control, higher taxes, a vast new regulatory regime, global economic redistribution, an enhanced role for the United Nations – and global warming provides a justification. One wonders what the left would make of a scientific "consensus" warning that some looming environmental crisis could only be averted if every college-educated woman bore six children: Thumbs to "patriarchal" science; curtains to the species.
A second explanation is theological. Surely it is no accident that the principal catastrophe predicted by global warming alarmists is diluvian in nature. Surely it is not a coincidence that modern-day environmentalists are awfully biblical in their critique of the depredations of modern society: "And it repented the LORD that he had made man on the earth, and it grieved him at his heart." That's Genesis, but it sounds like Jim Hansen. And surely it is in keeping with this essentially religious outlook that the "solutions" chiefly offered to global warming involve radical changes to personal behavior, all of them with an ascetic, virtue-centric bent: drive less, buy less, walk lightly upon the earth and so on. A light carbon footprint has become the 21st-century equivalent of sexual abstinence.
Finally, there is a psychological explanation. Listen carefully to the global warming alarmists, and the main theme that emerges is that what the developed world needs is a large dose of penance. What's remarkable is the extent to which penance sells among a mostly secular audience. What is there to be penitent about? As it turns out, a lot, at least if you're inclined to believe that our successes are undeserved and that prosperity is morally suspect. In this view, global warming is nature's great comeuppance, affirming as nothing else our guilty conscience for our worldly success.
In "The Varieties of Religious Experience," William James distinguishes between healthy, life-affirming religion and the monastically inclined, "morbid-minded" religion of the sick-souled. Global warming is sick-souled religion.
One sunny day in 2008, an old man approached the White House from across Pennsylvania Avenue, where he’d been sitting on a park bench. He spoke to the Marine standing guard and said, “I would like to go in and meet with President Hillary Clinton.” The Marine replied, “Sir, Mrs. Clinton is not President and doesn’t reside here.” The old man said, “Okay,” and walked away.
The following day, the same man approached the White House and said to the same Marine, “I would like to go in and meet with President Hillary Clinton”. The Marine again told the man, “Sir, as I said yesterday, Mrs. Clinton is not President and doesn’t reside here.” The man thanked him and again walked away.
The third day, the same man approached the White House and spoke to the very same Marine, saying “I would like to go in and meet with President Hillary Clinton.” The Marine, understandably agitated at this point, looked at the man and said, “Sir, this is the third day in a row you have been here asking to speak to Mrs. Clinton. I’ve told you already several times that Mrs.Clinton is not the President and doesn’t reside here. Don’t you understand?” The old man answered, “Oh, I understand you fine. I just love hearing your answer!” The Marine snapped to attention, saluted, and said, “See you tomorrow."

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Junior Baseball review



Travis did quite well this year. His team finshed 5-9 this season and missed the playoffs. Which is a shame, because the team really looked better than they played as a whole.
Travis's bat came alive as he had multiple singles, (at least 20 for the year) and the hit of the year was a stand-up triple. With a little more speed he may have made it a homerun. The ball was hit down the third base line and deep past the left fielder. This hit was made with 2 out and no runners on. It started a 10 run inning for his team. Last year his hits were hard bouncers or dribblers to the first or second basemen. This year his hits were bloop or slapped flyballs just short of the outfielders in left and center. The last few games he really started pulling the ball down the third base side. Out of 12 players he started the year batting 11th in the lineup, by the last few games he had moved up to 6th. His base running and stealing skills are well improved from previous years. He played a lot at second base, and made quite a few good plays. The last inning of the season he was playing left field and made a spectacular backpedaling catch. He thinks he wants to play Fallball this fall to hone in his skills some more.



I coached Tyler's Team. We finished officially 8-5, however there was three games we ended early due to weather, or running short on time. We could have played the final innings, but I wasn't really worried about the score. If we had finished them out I believe we would have been 11-2. One of the real losses we suffered was against arguably the best team in our league. We had given them their only loss earlier in the season.
Tyler was one of my goto players. He pitched, played shortstop and 1st base. I thought he would be killing the ball at the plate, but instead he stayed mr consistant. He finished with 17 singles , 3 doubles, a triple and 2 homeruns. He improved steadily on the mound, starting out throwing a 2 finger fastball, then added the four finger fastball. At this age they just need to get it over the plate and he did that quite well. With a little more practice and a larger hand to grip the ball better, he will become a great pitcher. His glove was counted on heavily. I tried to keep him at shortstop for his fielding and throwing, but would switch him to first for the guaranteed glove. This year I moved all the players around to give them a sense of where they can play well. Next year they will be set to 1 or 2 positions. Tyler most likely will be pitching and playing shortstop.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

How to confuse an idiot


Well this ends a fourth of July celebration reminicient of past parties, but somehow lacking in spectacular. We had our annual 4th of July Independence day celebration/block party. Trudy's brother Jeff and his fiance', Mia flew in from L.A. and we were happy to have them enjoy our neighborhood comraderie. The drinks were flowing and the BBQ's were burning, steaks, brats burgers, hot dogs you name it we cooked it. This celebration brings us back to the simple days of years gone by with neighbors socializing, kids running amok, flags waving, and general easiness with the world as we live it today. There were games of catch with footballs and baseballs, basketball intertwined with little kids to adults that should have known better than to exert themselves without stretching their old tired unused muscles. All ending in a home-grown firework display consisting of illegal mortars, rockets and loud exploding pyrotechnics.

Previously I noted the lack of spectacular. It seems in years past we were able to spend $100 a piece for a great firework display. In todays economy the Bang for the Buck just didn't add up to years past. Sure we had a great show, and those who haven't seen it before were thrilled, but it could have been better. We had multiple mortars and a number of rocket blasts. The "Grand Finale" was comprised of 18 Mortars and rockets which "thrilled", but the middle show lacked oomph. I think I will put out notice tomorrow that I am collecting funds to prepare for next years show. In 365 days I should be able to collect enough money to support a mini Beruit. "The rockets red glare" will have a new meaning then.
Furthermore it seems that some complain about the hazards of setting off airborne pyrotechnics yet sit down and enjoy the show. Which is it? Do they support and enjoy the show of which average everyday Joes blow an ungodly amount of money on explosives. Or are they quietly writhing in their seat as they watch the next mortar take off and explode. If you can't handle the heat, get the hell out of the kitchen. Don't eat the main course and mention in the same breath how bad it is for you. This is especially true if you didn't contribute monetarily to the mayhem you just sat down and enjoyed.

Friday, July 4, 2008

I can't drive 55

Not again....
55mph

WTH

It is getting to be mid morning now, I turned on my computer to see what I really did last night. This seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I want to customize this page. I have added Twitter, which is usually quite funny sometimes. Typically it consists of short sound bytes in word form without knowing the context of the statement. As kids we used to call these Mad Libs, and you fill in the blanks. Here you just wonder what happened before and after the statement was made. It may get interesting, but as of now there are no statements to ponder.

As I go along stmbling through this keep in mind I am not a computer geek. I can use and fix machinery, but the computer has always been here to see what everyone else is doing. In a nutshell I don't know what I'm doing, so I'll be changing things as I go.

A fresh start

I'm opening this blog for friends and family or who ever wants to view it. A quick summary of who I am:
As of today July 4th 2008 I'm 39, been married going on 16 years to my wonderful wife Trudy. I have three great kids who I have scared into submission. Ages 13, 8, and 4. I claim to be great in the english language and spelling, but if I screw up so be it. Are YOU smarter than a fifth grader?
Being my first blog and post I hope to keep it interesting. Aside from my family I keep a 1970 Chevelle in my garage, which only comes out on nice days, or if I wish to add to Global Whining, and pay the going rate for 93 octane fuel. Thats right I said it. Global warming, Climate change, whatever. Are we really that vain to think we can affect the earth moreso than the sun? Hey the climate is changing, it was 87* today and will only be 75* tomorrow. I grew up in Phoenix, HOT is HOT. Based on the number of youth baseball games I coached and attended this year wearing cold weather gear, I'm sure we will survive.

Enough Political Crap for now. It is the 4th of July. Time to hold the annual block party consisting of neighbors and friends, some alcohol, BBQ and lots of gun powder in the form of high flying explosive devices. Between the neighbors and I we have spent nearly $400 towards fireworks. It's really less painful than just burning 4 $100 bills. the kids like it too. Hey were all Pyro's at heart, so just enjoy the show and hope the local PD doesn't show up.