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    June 14

    Happy Flag Day

     
     
     
    Happy Flag Day America !!!!
    April 26

    Why I'm Proud To Be An Iowan.

     
    September 01

    Chain Saws & High Ladders Blowing in the wind.

     

    Happy Labor Day!!

     

    Why do we take on some big yard issue during a Labor Day weekend is beyond my sensibilities.  Case in point, we have some sugar maples with very large branches hanging over our neighbors double garage.  During last winter's snow and ice storms, it was duly noted by my beloved that laden with Mother Nature's Wonderland Substance, they would lay on their garage.  The neighbor and I spoke of this situation several times and came to the final conclusion that indeed some cutting and trimming would become necessary.

    I'm envious of my neighbors who have garages, although I respect the fact that they have them, even if most of them are filled with the household over flow of one's life.  Never the less, I don't want any part of these tress that we're given to us in the '70's as twigs to come crashing down on my neighbors domain slash workshop.  I have to much respect for that to every let that happen.

    So, feeling a little like Santa Clause, "up on the roof top, Ho-Ho-Ho," I went, but up my ladder.  I had dreamt of every move before doing this deed of neighborliness, for some time now.  Seriously dreamed about it.  Guys would understand this, truly visualizing everything for safety's sake.  Step 5 (or so) in any chainsaw instruction booklet tell's you to no end, "Do not climb a ladder to cut limbs from trees!"

    Well, when you don't have the funds to pay someone else with a cherry picker bucket, mounted on a fancy truck, "a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do!"  "So what if I fall on my head, I work at a hospital and have health insurance!"  Famous last words of many a homeowner I'm sure, but the end justifies the means, it's done.  Now for the ground work, this will take up the rest of the week, for sure, but I like cutting wood on the ground.

     

    Much safer!!

    How was your weekend?

    PS-I realize my limits with this one last limb, time to call that lucky S.O.B. with the fancy cherry picking bucket on his truck.

    Versalift Bucket-truck1 A Versalift Bucket truck, out of Montana.  I'm so jealous.  It's so pretty, if I were lucky enough to use one of these, things would really be looking up in the world for me. lol  Then again, I could look down on all the little people, eh. ;>)

    Hey Baby, if I'm really good can I get one of these for Christmas?  Didn't think so, bah. 

    August 09

    Paris Hilton: She may be right.

     
     
    I've viewed the video of Paris Hilton's response to the Republican ad for McCain.
    I just think that she may be on to something with her idea about a combination energy policy,
    how else are we as real American Country going to get off the nipple of foreign oil?
     
    It's going to take all of us.
     
    Yesterday, I saw an ad for an electric motorcycle, I was pleased that us motorcyclist
    we're not being overlooked in the change over from fossil fuels to another energy source.
    In time, it is my hope for all on planet earth, that we come to a source that is a far cleaner
    form of energy to replace that which has been polluting the planet for years.
     
    It is said it will take a hundred years to return the planet to it's earlier ways of clean
    air in abundance for all to breath.  I truly believe it, that change is in the winds and the sun that was
    provided us for free.
     
     
    July 14

    My Concerns for MSN Spaces Community at Large.

     

    It has been brought to my attention that if I want to get long winded on another's blog site that maybe I should do so on my own.  OK, point taken, then I shall do so from here on out.  This whole new frontier world of blogging has it's many complexities and maybe it should be for only the truly gifted leaving the rest of us out on the fringe.  Well then that's where I shall remain, an outlaw blogger.  For here are my following thoughts about it all:

    1.  I don't need anyone's comment.  If folk's do then fine, what ever you have to say, I don't care one iota.  Just be nice.  Foulness will be deleted.

    2.  If, we as a MSN Spaces Live Community cared about the assaults from other blog site spammers and wanted something done about it and Spaces cared not to do anything about it what so ever, (with their "let the eat cake" attitude)  Then maybe we should all fold up these blogs here and go somewhere else.   What other choice do they leave us?  But, we don't, and they know it, because we have to much time and effort invested in our blogs. 

    It is addictive isn't it.

    3.  So, what can we as 130 million Spaces Live blogger's do about the hit and run spammers?  Does anyone know of ISP trace software technology that we could download as a plug-in and thus trace the offending ISP.  Or are we going to let them continue to hide there where about's through other Spacers blog sites?  Because you may think that just because you have your site set on "permission only," spammers will still get into yours through your "friends" sites.  Thus as Scott has commented to me, that's how they gain access and leave no trace.

    4.  What is their objective?  To disrupt the friendliness of the Spaces world as a whole, to call into play a way of distracting us from our own objectives in our writing's?  If I make someone feel uneasy about something that I've said, then I too feel bad about it.  I do have a way of rambling and it can get truly misunderstood, most of the time, but if you're willing to look deeper you'll start to understand where it is I'm coming from.

    5.  A lot of the times, people don't want or care where it is that you're coming from in this day and age of short attention spans brought on by the technological revolution.  Just ask any teacher how they've had to adapt to the changes to keep a classroom engaged.  It wasn't that long ago that I used to visit my own children's classes and was appalled at the outright obnoxiousness of the fellow students.  These times they are a changing, indeed.

    June 20

    Celebrating With Children

     

    Often I wonder how my life would've been different if I only had more children.  How these children come about is of no matter, just that they're here.  In watching Tuesday's Oprah's of 6/16/'08, the show's subject was about Polygamy and men who have more than one wife, and are having 6-8 children per.  One would think to one's self in these turn down economy of "support the falsified Iraq conflict", just how would one go about supporting not only these wife's, all college educated, but with 22 children?  I can't fathom what kind of job you would have to have if everyone in the community is also having just as many children and wives, along with the payments of a 3200 square foot home.

    May 03

    How Come We Don't Plan Our Own Funeral?

     

     

    I know, I know, how gross, but consider how we're constantly planning everything else in our lives, you would at least think that we should be able to plan our own funerals.  I'm not talking about the burial plot at which cemetery or which Funeral Home will do all the services necessary for your body, but the finer details how you would like your funeral planned.  Consider all the Pastors in town, no wait I'm getting ahead of myself.  Why do we need a Priest, Pastor or Reverend?  Well, our friends might be to distraught to say much of anything for fear of making a fool of themselves if they were to speak up, so we ask the leaders of our churches to do a sermon for us.  Ok, I can understand that part, but what I've often wondered about and have posted here in the past: Did we have a going away party before we came here?  Hmm.

    Now before you think about that too much, consider: Why are we now sad when our loved ones die?  If we're all returning to our Heavenly Maker: What's the problem with being happy for our dearly departed family and friends?  If I sound like I've been thinking about this for some time, well you might think: Where's he been today?  I just went to our dear friend's fathers funeral, and this got me to thinking: Is everyone else here, thinking what I'm thinking?  You know, we're all at the funeral or at the grave site and the Pastor is saying his words and we've all got that self talk voice going on in our heads, "I'm wondering what this fellah is doing now?"  The reason we all gathered today is to say our goodbyes to our friend's father and were all sad, let's face it funerals are done to be sad.

    We should all have a New Orleans Funeral, that's what is wrong about funeral services in general.  I've only heard of one of them being done here in our hometown.  I think now as I did then when I heard from the lips of the drummer that he and a couple of other's got together and did a little New Orleans style funeral music as the folk's who came to the funeral were headed out the door to their cars and onto the cemetery.  He told me he got lots of compliments and every one who knew the deceased said that it was perfect the way he and the group played because that would've been the way he liked it.  You can do that at a Funeral Home, you not allowed to do that at Funeral in a church, they've all got these "rule's."  That's even sadder than the Funeral's themselves.

    Thus my thinking for: Why can't we all plan our own?

    April 13

    Tax Day Cometh...

     

    I finally sat down with my beloved and filled out our taxes.  First I noted that we didn't take in 109 Million, sadly, maybe next year, eh.  With no children to deduct, we don't have much for itemizing, like nothing, zero, zip.  What I always find amazing about filing such paper work is why do we have to do this stuff year in year out?  If my employer has already sent in their paperwork and the I.R.S. already knows everything about you, that you over paid them as usual.  I guess my question is this: Why don't they just automatically send you your refund?  Sounds simple enough to me, but nothing with bureaucracy is ever that simple is it?

    Now interestingly enough, last night a male figure with a van, wearing a vintage flight jacket took 5-10 minutes to shine his headlights on our house by pulling partially up into our driveway.  Accordingly to my beloved he got out and strode up and down in front of our house with a flashlight.  What was he looking for?  Looking at?  At 2:30 a.m. in the morning.  It was the perfect time to look things over with no one being awake to observe him, I'll give him that.  Should we call 911?  Why?  He didn't attack the house with any object, nor did he start any fire, or make much in the way of any noise.  We couldn't see any holster for a weapon, which doesn't mean he didn't or could've had one.

    My beloved came up to our bedroom to tell me that there was someone outside with a flashlight.  I questioned allowed, "is he looking for worms?"  In the past, when I lived here alone I've had people going over my front terrace with flashlights looking for the healthy earth worms that grow to a really good size.  Just observe the Robins when they return in spring, there all over the yard, out take dining. 

    Seriously though, I called our local Police to ask the communications desk if there were Police in the area investigating something a foot.  In the past they've come by with their flashlights and our communities drug dog, looking for someone who shouldn't be around the neighborhood.  Honestly, that's what I thought it was about, but after calling the Police and they didn't have any ongoing investigation in our neighborhood area.  So, I'm left wondering.  Just what was so important that needed to be looked at, at 2:30 a.m. by this mystery person?

     

    Ah, this is what I pay taxes for?

     

     

     

        

    December 18

    Who needs these shows anyway?

    With this writer's strike going on, who needs there DirecTV service anyway?  There's even talk of the picket lines going up during the Golden Globe and Oscar Awards, that will make for a lot of empty seats.  Unless they pay a bunch of stupid people to fill them.

    November 04

    Gypsies Rider on Two Wheels.

     
     
    There are those of us that live to ride, others don't have any thoughts about how
    all this came about, on who's shoulders we stand on.  Here in Iowa we fought the
    Ford administration to reamain helment free, I rode in many a Helment protest
    parade here in the midwest.  Even had another motorcylist drunkenly run into mine,
    busted a ignition cover, nothing that duct tape couldn't cover.
     
    When we do get to ride together we all feel like gypsies, the road is ours and
    all that it brings.  There were a lot soldiers that never came home from Vietnam,
    one of the last one's ever killed was from Marshalltown, Iowa.  I see Darwin's mother
    on a monthly basis, she makes new born's knitted caps in 4 different sizes.  She doesn't
    care about if the child is from illegal immigrated parents or what color they are,
    they all need a knitted colorful hat.  Her son died trying to help the evacuation of
    Vietmanese friendlies so they could have a better life in America.
     
    These are the people that I look up to as the true Gypsy hero's.
     
    Today it's supposed to be in the mid 60's, tomorrow mid 40's with 45 mph wind gust.
    I feel that I'd better take Marge out for a putt and a picnic.  Remembering all the while
    why we're free to be able to ride across our state and go on a lovely picnic 
    on a beautiful cloudless day, on two wheels...ride free fellow gypsies. 
     
     
    October 13

    Office Affairs

     

        I was watching The CBS Saturday Early (morning) Show about some of the finer points of office romances.  They had some great points about the IM'ing or emailing that anyone may be involved in on company equipment.  If the other person says no once, that's all, that's it.  If you ask if they would like to go out again, they're likely to sue you and the company for sexual harassment.  One good suggestion was that in the event that things are going along dating wise pretty good, that you should inform your Companies Human Resources Department that you and such and such are involved dating wise.  That way, the company can ward off all complaints filed by others who are jealous.  I know, sounds nuts doesn't it.

        Some of the other great suggestions were: don't ask anyone out that is under you or worst yet over you in the same department.  Makes sense I guess, because if there is a break up, there may be repercussions that neither of you can live with in the work place.  Here were some adult points of electronic exchanges, don't PDA the other party.  So I believe that could mean IM'ing, emails, etc.  This would leave an electronic trail of everything said. 

    Do you really want anyone else to know?  You may not be saving every correspondence, however the other party may be.  Do you know that they're not?  Are they forwarding all messages via copy and paste?     

     Things to ponder.    

    November 25

    How Thoughtful...

     

    At a dinner party yesterday I spoke about an idea that I've been contemplating for sometime, but didn't quite know how to present the idea in mixed company. 

    So here goes, do you ever experience a moment with your beloved or family and even strangers, that your both thinking of the same idea?

    It happens with us all the time.  It seems that if your concentrating about something in pictures in your mind, the person in your presence speaks up about it.  Try this, it may take sometime to redevelop or as I've been thinking, you'll need to become in touch with your telepathic capabilities once again.  I believe, there's a part of our brain that was once upon a time enabled to receive the thoughts of others in our pack, I'll explain a little later why I believe this to be so.

    The picture is the most important part of this experiment with this.  I'd recommend your beloved be the first one to try this on.  Don't even say a word, or give any indication of your needs.  Let's just say you would like some water.  Picture the water, now how would you like to have that served to you?  A bottle of water, or glass, cup, etc.?  Now picture the bottle of water if that is what you desire.  We can surely multitask here, if you're watching TV or at a movie, continue to do so. 

    Do you still have that bottle of water in your mind's eye?  Nothing yet, no one is bringing up the idea that you would like a bottle of water?  OK, forget about it, give it some time, this may take sometime for the other person to receive your mental picture.  How funny is it when you must ask yourself if, "did I first think of this or did they?"  That idea or picture, in and of itself will bring about a laugh when the one your with, turns to you and asks if you'd like a bottle of water?

    I find this works wonders with couples.  Have you ever asked if they,"would you stay out of my head?"  Careful, this may cause your bladder to leak at all of the laughter that will ensue.

    If this works for you, I suspect that this is how it was around the earlier campfires of our ancestor's.  Case in point, I was reading an article from Bill Nye The Science Guy, he talked about why we yawn.  There has been many theories, one is that at the end of our day the lack of light along with being tired we need oxygen, so we stretch and yawn.  He's reasonable perspective was that he believed, it wasn't so much about the oxygen theory but that when the leader of the group wanted everyone to go to sleep,  they would yawn to indicate this command to the rest of the group around the campfire that it was time to sleep.  Why?  The leader may've wanted everyone to be fresh in the morning for the hunt, albeit for meat or berries along with the much required water.

    Now if there was no language skills at this time, regardless of the leaders grunts and grown's to convey his wishes and directions during the hunt.  I suspect the leaders also lead the others in this way to bring about his wishes so as to get the others to do their bidding.  One has to be quiet when sneaking up on game.  How would you each be able to communicate to each other?  One means, one might suggest would've been hand signals.  Don't we subconsciously see our leaders of today doing the very same thing? In time, I'm sure the leader realized his power and either used it wisely or much to the destruction and the demise of the pack was to abuse this mental power for there own greed, by unnecessarily tying up the packs daily time and resources for themselves.  Thus narrowing their time to gather the necessary daily sustenance of the pack; forsaking everyone else's survival. 

    Something has just occurred to me, this could've brought about the whole survival of the fittest mentality.  The young members of the group would see their leader's misguided's for what they were doing and make a determination that something had to be done to change the course they felt their leader was leading them.  Some of the weaker packs we're afraid to upset their leader and thus perished, only after it was to late to see there own end coming. 

    I've been told that this is just how one can get your pet dog to relate what it is that we have in mind for them to do.  Have you ever observed a dog when you picture in your mind, their leash?  How about their bag or can of food?  They'll may raise their heads, they may even make a sound, so as to relate back that the message was received, then they'll rise and their tails get to going back and forth with excitement.  I've seen trainers use hand signals along with of course treats to train a dog to practically do most anything, when the dog has gotten the lesson right. 

    After a time the treats are no longer necessary, and then it's time to move along with their training.  Hunter's know this all well to easily, when there thinking about hunting, the picture in their mind is, in my opinion, imprinted in the dogs mind.  The dog or dogs will get all excited, because I believe they have a way of telling the others through pictures in their minds, that they're about to go hunting. (pack mentality)  

    If you've ever ever used a rolled up newspaper to reprimand your dog for leaving you with a mess, I suspect that the dog will never forgot that which you envisioned with a picture in your mind first and how that mental picture would relate to them in pain. 

    Continue with this mindless kind of training and you'll find that the dog won't even want to greet you once you arrive home, and once again you'll be left with another present on your carpet or kitchen floor, in retaliation.  All the while the dog will make a bee line for the opened door so as to escape.  You need not try to call your dog back, their not that stupid, they've felt and seen your terms of punishment.  They'll only return on their own, only once they cannot find more food or fresh water.  As it's been said, "There are no bad dogs, only bad owners."

    I just want to take a moment here and relate a thought that has just come to me, isn't this how things are playing out today?     

    TV conveys the administrations wishes to the country.  We're constantly "told to be afraid." or the terrorist will come and be on our soil, etc., etc.  However there are those of us who no longer listen to the leaders wishes so as to gather our own sustenance.  Some just feel that the end of all mankind maybe at an end, and now more than ever we have a need to be more connected to those we love.  Putting aside maybe some of the frivolous various reasons why we fought amongst ourselves in the first place.  This of course is just a thought. 

    If I'm wrong, have you watched today how the leaders of controlled TV has presented us with the news of Black Friday?  Customers gathering outside of stores, and in there quest to enter the store physically fight amongst themselves. (survival of the fittest)  It's one thing to watch all of this play out, it's another to watch as others walk/run right on by the fights so as to be the first ones to get that much needed new Television or some other electronic mind altering gadget, so they don't have to listen to themselves.

    I feel we are all connected to the source that wants only to give us more of what it is that we feel we need to be enlightened.  If it's an electronic game to take our minds off of the terrible situation around us so as to be so distracted from reality and not concentrating on peace, then our leaders have accomplished their goal, through deflection.

    I've written once before about how the idea of the draft would soon return if the Republicans were reelected.  I'm sorry that I didn't explain that the future thinking of the leaders of both parties would hold to the agenda's of even their leaders of darkness, so as to just repackage the presentation of what will come next in their game of mind control.  It is one thing to fight the evil's of darkness when one is attacked, however when one has not been provoked by another nation to begin with.  It's another to lie to the nation on a whole about some unforeseeable threats, just because we don't want to envision the wrongful thoughts of our nation's leaders because we as a collective group know what is right to sustain ourselves as a nation, especially when our true God given beliefs don't align themselves with that of our greedy nation's leaders, so as to be subservient to them and there need for power which is all a picture of elusion. 

    Which brings me back to my original proposal, about how easily one can with malicious intentions manipulate a conversation in a group or one on one while in the presence of others to see things from our perspective, by just envisioning a picture.  The one true thought one must derive from all of this is, are your thoughts your own, or that of others, who wish to be leaders of the pack?

    I wonder then, just who's thoughts are we being subjected to?

    Now, there's a thought...        

     

    October 18

    You Would Think That Some Bloggers Will Go On For Ever.

     

    Often we read and become accustom to someone's style of writing, we'll think they could just go on forever.  Then something changes, that's life.

    Such is the case with a blog I've been following called "J's Place."  If you'll remember back when she was first featured on MSN Spaces, you'd remember the stories we all read about when it came to the observant side of bartending.  She would invite us in to what it was like in Seattle's wild night life of just providing a service to the sane and insane customers that us former or present bartender's have all experienced.

    Sadly, she's saying her fond farewell after some 55 days of us waiting to hear something about how things were going in her world, she feels it's time to move on.

    I would ask each of you to click on J's Place above and tell her your thoughts about how much each and everyone of you have enjoyed her stories and if it moves you, leave some of your insights as well.

     

    Thank You.

       

    August 05

    One thing's for sure if you visit enough Blogs...

     
    One thing's for sure if you visit enough Blogs, you're bound to see someone's picture that just strikes you at first glace like someone you personally know.  I'm always amazed by this phenomenon.
     

    July 25

    One father's worst nightmare...

    A while back my 17 year old daughter informed me that at sometime in the very near future, she would like to go to Las Vegas.  *huh, I thought, here it comes, my worst nightmare*
    When it comes to a lot of our father/daughter conversations, a whole lot gets left out, answers mainly.
     
    Daughters don't like to give ol' dad to many details.  "Go ahead bore with details", I should've said right there on the spot.  I still had a lot of unanswered questions, # 1, after watching the upmteenth episode of CSI.  Why would you think I would just turn my head the other way and put you on the plane myself?
     
    Thus, I sure is the main reason she just thought she'd just say her piece and drop this bomb on me, all the while just leaving it at that, moving on to let's say the weather.  Now that my slow Viking brain has had it's slumber and has awakened, I'm thinking that this is not such a great idea without a lot more info.  I know if anything happened to her there, it wouldn't be a good idea for Las Vegas when my warbird arrived.
     
    "Why do you want to go to Las Vegas", I asked still not trying to show the veins in my neck and temples.  "I want to visit a friends studio, and have them take some more photos of me, for my Senior pictures."  Now I'm realizing that this is just the tip of the iceberg and that she has thought about all of the angles to this approach.  So let the chess match begin.
    July 15

    I would like to comment about the future of TV Streaming...

    While on Hack MSN's site, he spoke of how soon we'll all be able to stream video through our Media Players.  I guess they're thinking TV stations that already stream their stations, however I have another idea.
     
    There's a friend of ours who is just great at blogging what she finds is the truth, through various websites.  She presents the sites to you to go and check out yourself, very refreshing.  She's fearless when it comes to telling it like it is, and that has made us fearful for her. 
     
    Nothing was going to stop her in this her quest to inform us all of what the real story is all about.  Slowly though she is loosing her sight.  I felt in addressing this kind of scenerio with D3v that wouldn't it be great that folks that are still wanting to blog would be able to do so through this new fourth coming video streaming here on Spaces.
     
    I'm aware that there are a lot of folks out there that have some other solutions for this very same kind of situation and could help her, along with others who maybe going through this very same thing.  If you do, could you leave your kind comments here for her to read?
     
    Thank you.
     
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    There have been those have been making fun of us Spacers what with the upcoming MSN Spacers Convention in Las Vegas.  "What are you all gonna do sit around in your motel, with your backs to each other typing on to your laptops." (badly misquoted so as to protect the guilty)  This really got me angry, then it got me to thinking what if he's right.  What would or should the very 1st unsponsored MSN Spacers Convention be truly about.  
     
    I've often said on other bloggers comment sections that there is so much that can be accomplished at such a venue.  There are so many professional bloggers on our network here, that if we could harness all of the goodness that was intended to come about with this new means of communicating what if anything could stand in our way.
     
    Last Sunday's CBS Sunday Morning show had an interesting take on all of us who've embraced this new way of seeking out new friends we would like to meet but wouldn't know how to go about doing so otherwise.  Yes, there are the Harmony.com sites, but I'm not talking marriage or couple sites for getting together.  But just friends who are reaching out to others to see if there is truly anyone out there that enjoys there life and wants to share it.   
    June 25

    Hope's Survey, my answers.

    Herin are my answers to Hope's Survey....

    Grab onto something, "it's going to be a bumpy ride."

     

    1. Grab the book nearest to you , turn on page 18 and find line 4.. 

     ...easiest method available but will allow you to use any thousands of hacked logon screens...

    2. Stretch your left arm our as far as you can..

    "My oh my, that's a long ways out there..."

     3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?

     Sarah Brightman in Las Vegas, on an IPTY Special 6/25/'06

     4. without looking , guess what time is it..

    8:56 p.m.

     5. Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?

    9:06 p.m.

    6. WIth the exception of the computer, what can you hear?

     Marge tapping out another story, my dress pants in the dryer, Audio Visions Xm Radio on Directv playing Constance Demby's, "Chambers of the Heart,"

    off her "Set Free" CD.

    7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?

    Taking pictures of my Fathers, Day Lillies and my motorcycle...

     8. Before you started this survey , what did you look at..

    My downloaded pictures, the one I sent to Marge.... 

    9.What are you wearing?

     Gray Polo shirt my beloved bought me and tan dress pants...with red and black flip-flops.

    10. Did you dream last night?

     I'm sure it had something to do with, well you know what guys dream about.

    11. When did you last laugh..?

    When Marge told me about her latest story wasn't ending as she would like, the characters had a different ending in mind.  She probably won't be able to post this one in this country.

    12.What is on the walls of the room you are in?

    The first ever released Star Wars poster that was given out to us fans of the movie for joining the Fan Club.  Two posters from Maxwell Parish's, 

    Ecstacy and Daybreak. 

    13. Seen anything weird latley?

     Yes, a squirrel trying to did a hole into my roof.  What else is new? 

    14. What do you think of this quiz?

    Thought provoking at the very least, aren't they all.

     My views here aren't going to be of comfort to those who are asleep.

    15. What is the last film you saw?

     "The Glass House", personally, I'd highly recommend it everyone.

    16. If you became a multimillonaire overnight, what would you buy..

     A farm...yes indeed, rent the land to ajoining farmers and build either a concrete dome home or an underground earth home. (tornados in Iowa can be very wicked.) 

    I'd like to also have my family around me, but in the homes of their own choosing and made to order.  In the cities of Des Moines and NY and maybe San Fransico an apartment in each for whenever I would like to visit or stay for a while.  A tree house log cabin in the boundry waters and one in British Columbia Canada, just in case we have to expatriate. 

    Purchase a ticket from the Russian Embassy to fly to the Space Station, from there build my own space station home in the L5 position of the Moon's orbit.  Then transport folks from my station to my "Spaceland Hotel and Resort," equipped with all the amenities of earth; with less gravity for the elderly to have to worry about falling.   

    As for cars, I would purchase a lovely red MG convertable with a black interior for my beloved, just like the one her favorite actress had.  She will tell you what I want and have wanted ever since they came out in '91-'96. 

    17. Tell me something about you that I dunno..

    I honestly wouldn't know where to begin....and I'm not really sure you would really want to know. 

    18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics what would you do?

    The only reason food isn't free, is politics.  Governments don't feed people, people feed people.  Find an alternative fuel source and do it now; pull all our troops out of Iraq tomorrow,"we've taught you everything a Marine knows in just 3 months of training, it's your land, fight like you own it.  We've had to for over 200 years, you've been going at it for over 1400.  What are you waiting for?"

     19. Do you like to dance..

    Every chance we get, we're dancin' nuts.  Spend our winters taking dance classes together till we hurt and can't go on. 

     20.. George Bush

     It's too bad that his legacy will be that he and all his co-conspirators allowed 9/11 to happen so they would have an excuse to erode the American Constitutional rights, of every true Allegiance oath swearing American had, so as to perpetuate a false fearful reason to go to war with Iraq.  Why?  Oil.

    They learned from the master: Hitler.  A Jedi would know this.

    21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her..?

    She was given the name of "God's Princess."  So it was written so let it be done. 

    22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?

    Lucas John Allen, came to me while walking our dog, now deseased.  I wonder how many other Star Wars fans have named theirs, after there favorite director George.  I'll never again have the chance. 

    23, Would you ever consider living abroad?

    Earlier I mentioned all the other places I would like to live and yes I would love a place in the Austrian Alps.  I feel it would only be fitting, based on all of the pictures I've seen of there and Germany.  There was a home that was featured in Woody Allen's movie about the future called "Sleeper," that really exsist near Denver, Colorado.  The home is called infamously the "Sculptured House," I read it's up for sale for 10 Mil.  I would love to own not only that futuristic house, but also the Frank Lloyd Wright home called Cedar Rock located Quasqueton, Ia. built for the Lowell Walters' family ('45-'48)  At some date in the very near future I would love to go to New Zealand.

     24. What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?

    "Well, did you get half of the things accomplished that you said you would before I gave you permission to be born?  You remember at your hearing amongst the heavanly hosts, you swore before us and Satan that your life wouldn't be like the last time.  Do you remember how Satan laughed,"go ahead let him be born, he'll only do the same things all over again."  Tell me what could you have done differently based on the path you followed?"

    25.. people who must also do this in their blog..

    Anyone, only if they want to...I wouldn't put any pressure on them to follow my lead.  But I sure would love to read their answers as well.  Thanks Hope, for letting me get a whole lot off my chest.

     

    Be at Peace. 

     

     

    June 11

    What an interesting day, yesterday was.

    Yesterday, was just windy and blaw, after a night of high winds along with some mild showers.  Sort of like spring time in April.  It just didn't get very warm at all, so as to force you to wear a light jacket everywhere you went.
     
    We slept out again last night in all of this fury that mother nature had to throw our way, then we came in.  After breakfast, Marge got exited about the making of my renaissance hat.  We did the traditional things, like the measuring of my head to start with.  Found that my head once again has gotten another 1/4 " in circumference longer, which struck me as odd enough, but wait there's more.  Marge suspects that my brain is getting bigger.
     
    In the making of this noblemans hat, it became apparent that Marge was going to need to go uptown to get some stainless steel # 19 gauge wire for it's brim.  Also we needed to go to another store to get Pellon to stiffen the brim as well, between the dark black brim material pieces.   So we made a mental note of all of the running around we need to do and off we go.
     
    I had an insurance rebate check to cash for some running money; Marge just wanted to make a withdrawl of some running money as well, so as to get the aforementioned wire.  Our first stop would be the local neighborhood gas station.  Because everyone knows, that you're not going anywhere on an empty tank. (keep this in mind, it will become a very important clue later)
     
    Following that stop, was our local grocer/bank Hy-Vee.  Where Marge turned around and discovered much to my surprise as well that the right front tire must have an either a slow leak due to me trying to find the curb in front of the house twice this week.  I attributed the lowness of the tire to that, making a mental note that when we departed from this store we would continue our running around and find some eventual place to refill the tire with some air. (keep this in mind as well)
     
    After securing the funds to run around with, we were off to get the wire.  Now, there is nothing more exiting than to see Marge find that which she needs, in a True Value hardware store. 
    My needs however was the raging empty stomach that hadn't had anything since breakfast.  It's now 2:00 p.m. in the afternoon, I guess having gone to the local grocery store with all of it's food tasting vendors doing all of the various cooking of whatnot, so as to give away and intice you to purchase their rare delicacies, started all of the emptiness my tummy was feeling.
     
    So while downtown, I suggested that we go to the locally world famous Taylor's Maidrite for a couple of sandwiches, before running back across town for the brim stiffener.  Thoroughly enjoyed our sandwiches and drinks, also helped some out of town folks try and find the street necessary to get to the highway 330 diagonal to Des Moines as well.
     
    Feeling pretty good about our good dead we were off to the local Super Wally World, to pick up the brim stiffener, etc. 
    But first on the other side of our 3rd Ave. bridge I needed a new driver's side wiper blade.  I mention to Marge that the one that is on the car has lost it's ability to stay on, due to the lost of an end piece that I discovered missing earlier this week
    So I informed Marge that I needed to make a stop at one of my favorite places to hunt for things an O'Rielly's autostore.  I looked through all of the different ones, while Marge stayed in the car.  Just when you think that you've got the right one, you see a new one with different technology aspects so as to having a lower profile and is bent in such a way so as to stay against the windsheild better.  Well, after much cussing, the other salesman came out to help me, since I obviously wasn't figuring it out as to how to install this new fangle-dangled device.  This takes what feels like a whole hour, but probably just a few minutes.  He turns to me and asks if I would like to purchase another one for the other side of the car.  It's at this time, I'm feeling like, "let me see just how good this one works and if it is as good as the information on the blade box suggest, I'll be back for the other side."
     
    On the way to Wally World, I spot a local Kwik Star gas station in which to fill the aforementioned low tire.  While filling the tire with air I  can now clearly see on the very top side of the tire the leaking device infamously known as a small nail.  Thoughts of pulling this nail out was quickly realized that if I did, I would more than likely have a flat tire Monday morning, when I really needed to get to work.  So I let the nail alone and filled the tire as full as it would go.
     
    Now after making our purchases at Wally World, we then set our sails to visit the Smith's house with our surprise for them that we'd purchased.  There is this one renaissance pattern being sold by McCalls patterns for foot wear for such events.  We felt they could use the boot and shoe pattern as well as we have, but to give it to them we would have to stop by unannounced on our way home, in which to do so.
     
    Then we found they weren't home, so I put the pattern in their newspaper box.  Mind you their driveway is very steep, so I had at this time parked in the street.  Upon returning to the car, Marge thought that someone might just take this pattern out of the newspaper box at some later time this weekend while the Smith's were away.  Mind you I'm now off and up the street about a block as she is expressing this concern now. 
     
    So I made a u-turn to proceed back to the Smith's at the next intersection and instead of parking in the street, I was now hell bent on attempting the ascent of the driveway.  That went ok, but to make sure that the parking brake would give out, I set the emergency brake.  Got out, retrieved the pattern and off to home we're bound, making a mental note that the emergency brake light is not turning off, no matter what I try.
     
    After a few minutes, Marge got the hungries for some of her favorite Brach's milk chocolate covered raisons.  Now mind you the brake light hadn't shut off at the Smith's and was still on as I get behind the wheel and put the car in reverse only to back out into the street in front of our house.  For some unknown reason unbeknownst the God of all things mechanical and electrical, smoke is now pouring out from under and through the air vents of the dashboard of the car.
     
    Funny, I didn't wake up this morning to burn to death in my car, so I quikly put the car in park and fanned the fumes out of the car.  Now, it's at this point, after seeing so many backdraft shows similair to the "Numbers" rerun on CBS, that I thinking don't leave the door on the car shut.  So I opened it again and step inside the house to call our fire dept. via 911.  I informed the 911 operator that I would like to have some back up just in case the car did go into a full raging fire.  She informed me to get everyone else away from the car.
     
    Now I'm thinking that I had just previously filled the car.  So doing the neighborly thing I took a fire extinguisher out with me, to go next door and inform our neighborhoods newest neighbor that she just may want to move their car if mine blows. 
    "Oh by the way, welcome to the neighborhood." 
     
    Mind you I'm doing all of this on my own; Marge has no idea of what's going on, since she's at the back of the house in her sewing room, with her newly made CD playing at a very high volume, so as to even drown out any fire truck which has now pulled up in front of my car out in the middle of the street.
     
    The regular bunch that I've become accustom to showing up at all of our neighborhood fires is now on hand.  They sniff and all agree,  "yeah that's a burnt wiring smell."  They went on to suggest that if I had any tools, that I should disconnect the car's battery.  After filling out all of the appropriate paper work, they kindly help me push the car out of the middle of street back against the curb and went on their way.
     
    Now that things had settled back down, I went in to tell Marge over the CD player's noise that the fire dept. was just here because the car had caught on fire, etc.  To which she questioned, "what the car's on fire, did you get my chocolate covered raisins?"
     
    I almost didn't have the heart to tell her that no, I didn't retrieve the raisins from the car during the fire and they are now just a puddle in the middle of passenger seat side of the car, but I refrained myself.
     
    I thought that now I should call a wreaker to tow the car to our neighborhood auto center mechanics at Ben's tire. 
    I'll bet they'll only see the flat tire and have no idea why they can't start the car.  I'd better call them first thing Monday morning, to warn them to not hook up the battery.  Otherwise, they may have to call our fellow fireman again.
     
    Now you all have guessed, I still have'nt gone and gotten the chocolate covered raisins yet.  So I use her car to go back to Hy-Vee to get her much needed chocolate fix.  The wrecker guy catches up to me at the bank's ATM that I had previously set out to go too, to deposit my state refund check.  I'll bet I know where all that refund is going to go too.         
    June 08

    Went to the X-men matinee, hmmm.

    Yesterday, I went to the X-men matinee with Marge and Don. (whom I'll introduce to the world later)  I thought on a whole it was a fairly good movie, in a campy Marvel comic book kind of way.  Look for the bug that lands on Wolverine's motorcycle jacket while he's kneeling at a memorial site.  (no I won't tell you who's)
     
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    I went with my daughter for her Dental Surgery consoltation yesterday and although she's not looking forward to the extraction of her Wisdom teeth, she is however wanting the pain of there half in half out status to stop.  The only way to do this is to have them all pulled.
     
    I'm always amazed that a Dental Surgeon can look into our mouths and tell you just exactly which teeth have been extracted before.  He was right of course, although I don't believe this Dr. had ever seen her before and I believe he's new.  I wonder if he didn't take a peek at her chart before he came into the room, but I didn't even see a chart.
     
    Of course he has to tell you all of the dangers involved.  The nerve damage to the lower jaw, in that she may have a temporary numbness or her lip and her jaw may be temporary or she might be the one in a thousand who never get any feeling back, is astonding to me.
     
    She's confident the surgery will go well, so is her Dr., now if they all can convince the one who's paying for all of this.  Later, we went out for a bite to eat at a BBQ place in her hometown called Camp David.  We hadn't been there in a while, it's been remodeled.  Food was wonderful, but the daughter/Dad time was probably the best thing about the meal.  I love them so. 
    June 04

    Which way do you want to wake up?

    Marge and myself have been sleeping out in our backyard all this weekend.  We told one friend who commented that he hadn't done that since he was a child.  We felt like kids running away from home, so naughty, yet so peaceful.  Upon waking up and listening to the past two days of birds happily chirping,
    it all became clear to me. 
     
    Everyday we wake up, we rise with a decision in mind. 
    I can rise today with a sour attitude or a wonderful attitude.  
    Which do I want to maintain all day?
     
    Then it hit me, all these different birds are rejoicing to be just simply alive.  What a wonderful feeling, what a wonderful way to be all day; what a wonderful way to rise.  If all the various birds that I heard chirping, even while it was showering a light rain of sprinkles, then I knew how I should rise everday. 
     
    It's this attitude that I'll chose everyday,
    irregardless of what life,
    may want to rain down on my parade.
    Hopefully, you'll join me.