Monday, November 23, 2015

FEED YOUR FACE: Applesauce

Just about every body likes applesauce. You can have chunky or smooth. I like both. I always looked forward to help make some fresh applesauce. I like applesauce year round, but we made a big deal out of it come holiday time.

Pappy really liked applesauce. He could eat his weight in applesauce. It took my sister and I awhile to figure out why. We never, ever, saw him eat a apple, ever. And the reason why was because . . . he had no teeth. He could gum a good steak to death, but could not bite into a juicy apple. 

He claimed that home made applesauce was way better than the stuff you bought in the store. 'Course, that never stopped him from eating a whole big store-bought jar of applesauce in one day. So here is a recipe for making your own applesauce.

About 4 pounds of tart apples (or your favorite kind)
1 cup sugar 
3/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon

Peel, core, and slice the apples thinly.

In a large Dutch oven (or other big pot) mix sugar, cinnamon, and your sliced up apples. Let stand for about 40 minutes or until juices start to form. Stir once or twice.
Cook over every low heat till very juicy, about 15 minutes or so.

Continue cooking now over medium heat to desired thickness, stirring often.

Cook around 20 minutes or so for chunky style applesauce, or 30 minutes or more for smooth style applesauce.

Makes about 5 1/2 cups or so.

It's not hard to make. I remember having fresh applesauce one time out on the ranch when we had to round up cattle to take to fall pasture. Old Joe fixed up a bunch of fried pork chops with some green beans and fresh made applesauce. We didn't have a chuck wagon, but we had Old Joe's old Willies pickup truck. It was set up kinda like a chuck wagon. You've never seen such a collection of pots 'n pans and Dutch ovens, and all kinds of food stuffs packed up on this old truck.

It was some good eating. So make some applesauce and surprise your family when you tell them you made it your self. Enjoy and FEED YOUR FACE!   

Friday, November 20, 2015

FEED YOUR FACE: Hasty Pudding

How long has it been since you have had hasty pudding? You have had hasty pudding, haven't you? Well, if not, you should try some. My sister and I used to have it at our great grandmother's house on cold mornings. My grandmother would serve all of us hasty pudding every Christmas morning when we lived with them back in the early sixties.

1 cup yellow cornmeal
Maple syrup
Brown sugar
Molasses or light cream

Take a bowl and add cornmeal and 1 cup cold water. Mix well.

In a heavy saucepan bring 3 cups water and 1/2 teaspoon of salt to a boil.

Then carefully stir in the cornmeal mixture, making sure it does not get lumpy.

Cook over low heat, stirring occasionally, about 10 to 15 minutes.

Serve up in bowls with a pat of butter.

Now add some molasses or some maple syrup. Or maybe you like brown sugar instead. Maybe some light cream.

Me, I like to add some chokecherry jelly. It's great on a cold morning with a steaming mug of coffee and maybe a slice -- okay, several slices -- of bacon on the side.

So, if it has been awhile since you had some hasty pudding, or if you have never had hasty pudding, give it a try. I think you will like it. You might even give up on your oatmeal.

Enjoy.... And FEED YOUR FACE!

Thursday, November 19, 2015

FEED YOUR FACE: Two styles of pie

Thanksgiving and Christmas meals would not be the same in our family if we did not have pumpkin pie. 'Course, any time is a good time for some homemade pie.

Good Old Pumpkin Pie

2 cups cooked and mashed pumpkin, or you can use a 15 oz of can pumpkin
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
3/4 cup sugar
1/4 teaspoon ground cloves
3/4 teaspoon nutmeg
1/2 cup whipping cream or 1 cup light cream instead
1/2 cup milk or 1 cup light cream instead
3 slightly beaten eggs
1 unbaked 9 inch pastry shell. Make your own or use store bought.

Combine sugar, pumpkin, spices and 1/2 teaspoon salt. Now blend in cream, eggs, milk.

Pour it all into the pastry shell.

Bake at 400 degrees, 40 to 45 minutes or until a knife inserted in the center of the pie comes out clean.

Now for a pumpkin pie recipe that my great grandmother used to make for the holidays. She would make it at her house then bring it over to my grandmother's house. Both of my grandmothers kind of had a pie rivalry going on. They never would allow the other to make and bake a pie in their own kitchen. This went on for years. My sister and I kind of would fan the flames every now and then. 'Course, by the time the holiday meal was done, the pies were brought out and they sure didn't last long.

Molasses-Pumpkin Pie.

In a mixing bowl combine
2 cups of cooked and mashed pumpkin, or a 15 oz can of pumpkin,
3 eggs
2 cups milk
1/2 cup molasses
1/2 cup packed brown sugar
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1/2 a teaspoon salt.

Beat mixture until well blended, pour into unbaked pie shell.
Bake at 400 degrees for about 55 minutes or until a knife inserted in the center of the pie comes out clean.
Let the pie cool.

My great grandmother was a farm girl and she loved to cook. If you walked away from the table after eating and were hungry in about two hours it was your own fault for not eating enough the first time. She always had a smile on her face and she would hum some tune from years gone by. She would let me and my sister in the kitchen to help her every time we came for a visit.

She taught me and my cousins how to cook some things. She would say that "boys should know how to cook too, just like girls do."

So, make some pumpkin pies for your holidays and smile when they say how good it is.

Now, whip up some whipped topping and FEED YOUR FACE!

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

FEED YOUR FACE: Southern style South of the Border Stew. (Pappy style)

Pappy loved beans. He also loved stew. And he loved just about anything hot and spicy from south of the border. If you caught him on one of his good days, the man could fill the kitchen with aromas that would knock your socks off. Or if he was in the mood for border-style, you would burn all of the hair in your nose from the aroma of chili and spices. Grandmother was surprised sometimes that the paint had not peeled off the kitchen walls.

At least once every winter, Pappy would make this stew. It's good with some fresh corn bread on the side.

2 tablespoons of shortening or bacon grease
1 1/2 pounds of lean chuck, cut it in 1 inch cubes
2 green chilies, hot or mild, seeded and chopped
1 1/2 pounds smoked pork, cut in 1 inch cubes
2 medium onions, chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced
2 sweet peppers, green or red, chopped
2 bay leaves
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon oregano
1 teaspoon pepper
1/2 teaspoon cumin
1/4 cup lemon juice
1 one pound can of tomatoes
1 cup beef broth
1 cup of your favorite wine (save the rest for later)
1 cup raisins
1 cup whole almonds or 1/2 cup shaved almonds

Now, get out your trusty Dutch oven.
Brown beef in shortening or bacon grease in Dutch oven. Remove beef.
Brown pork,onions and garlic. Stir often, about 5 to 6 minutes.
Now add your browned beef back into the Dutch oven, add your tomatoes,chili peppers, red peppers,salt, pepper,bay leaves, cumin, and oregano.
Bring to a boil, then lower heat.
Simmer uncovered 10 minutes.
Add remaining ingredients and cover.
Now, bake at 300 degrees for about 2 hours.
Skim the fat that has floated to the top, and serve.

Now, you can also do this in a slow cooker. When grandmother bought a slow cooker when they first came out and used it for the first time, I could have swore that I saw her dance a little jig in the kitchen. (She said that she was trying to squish a spider on the floor.) The roast and veggies were quite good. Pappy was overjoyed with the slow cooker also. Anyway, the slow cooker way follows.

Brown meats, onions, garlic in a skillet.
Dump that into your slow cooker. Now add all of the other ingredients.
Cover and let it cook 8 to 10 hours.

On cold days or cold nights, this stew will warm you up. It goes real good also with a cold beer and some sourdough bread.

So, whichever way you like to cook it, make a batch and FEED YOUR FACE!

Monday, November 16, 2015

FEED YOUR FACE: Mashed Potatoes (Grandma style)

Just about everyone likes mashed potatoes. But, some folks use the instant kind. Each has it's place. But give me fresh mashed taters! They just taste better. And the reason they do, according to my grandmother, is because you make them yourself, so you can make them like you like them. Lumpy or smooth. Skins or no skins. Lots of butter or very little butter.

Here is my grandmother's recipe for mashed potatoes.

6 to 8 potatoes, peeled and cubed
1 cup evaporated milk
1/2 cups butter
Salt and pepper to taste.

Place the potatoes in a large sauce pan and cover them with water. (Be sure to wash them first if you leave the skins on.)
Bring to a boil over medium-high heat.
Cook until tender.
Drain. Add other ingredients.
Beat with an electric mixer on medium speed until blended and creamy.
Serves 6 to 8.

Pretty simple. But I have known people that have never made mashed potatoes before. I remember my first time "helping" make mashed potatoes.

We were living with my grandparents, (grandmother and Pappy) and it was Thanksgiving day. It had snowed the night before, and the snow was deep. The wind had made big drifts in our backyard. My sister and I were helping by setting the table, and hoping that other family members were on their way. Things were going pretty well when all of a sudden the lights flicked off then on, then off. They didn't come back on.

Family started to show up. Food was being placed on the table. The only thing not done was the mashed potatoes. They were cooked and ready to be mashed, only we had no power for the mixer. So grandmother went old school. She produced this thing that she called a potato masher. Of course, me and my sister wanted to help mash potatoes.

Grandmother had turned off the burners on the stove. She put my and my sister in aprons, placed a chair by the stove, and let us bang and smash the potatoes to smithereens. Then she came up with this thing that she said was a hand mixer. The kind you have to turn this handle, and these little blades whirl around. Well, we had to have a go with that on the potatoes also, so we took turns.

We even were able to keep the biggest part of the potatoes in the pan. The power came back on when we were all just about done with our Thanksgiving meal. Everyone said that the mashed potatoes were the best they had ever had. .

So, enjoy, mash 'em up anyway you like. And FEED YOUR FACE!

Friday, November 13, 2015


My side of the family has always been the meat and 'taters kind of family. A lot of the family are from the south, so a lot of our meals reflect that heritage. A lot of our family were farmers. They really did live off of what they raised, and what they could sell for things they needed. Mamma and Poppa, my great grandparents, had a farm in Scout County, Missouri. They had the usual animals -- cows chickens, pigs, a couple of mules for plowing. And they had several acres of watermelons, corn, and several other crops.

Mamma could cook just about anything. Give her a couple of cast iron skillets and a few dutch ovens, and she could cook up a storm on her old wood cook stove. One of my favorite things was her home made corn bread, cooked in a big cast iron skillet. She always made all of her recipes from scratch. I love to cook in cast iron myself. I have skillets from my grandparents and great-grandparents. One or two are from great-great-grandparents.

So, it holds something special to me to cook in them. 'Course, I don't always cook from scratch, as there are things that make cooking a lot easier now that are (almost) as good. Like corn bread. Packaged corn bread is fine. But sometimes you need to add a little extra something to make it your own. Here is one of my great grandmother's cornbread recipes. (She had several.)

1 cup flour
1 cup cornmeal
1 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
2/3 cup sugar
3/4 cup buttermilk
2 eggs, beaten lightly
1 cup creamed corn
1/2 cups butter, melted

Heat your oven to 425 degrees.

Combine all the dry ingredients in a bowl and whisk well.
Now in a larger bowl, mix the eggs, buttermilk,creamed corn, and butter. Stir thoroughly.

Now add the dry ingredients to the buttermilk mixture, stir and combine it all together.

If you want, you can pour into cupcake papers in your muffin pan. Or, like I do, grease up your big cast iron skillet and pour it in.

If you use the muffin pan, it takes about 12 minutes or so to bake. This will make 18 muffins.

If you use your cast iron, cooking time will be increased. When the top of corn bread is brown and a tooth pick comes out clean when poked into the corn bread. Set muffins or skillet aside to cool for just a few minutes.

Hope this is a recipe you will like and use. Great for holidays or Sunday supper. Slather some butter and jam on your corn bread, or try using some sorghum.

I've mixed up the dry ingredients and placed in a bag. And the wet ingredients in a jar. And taken on hunting and fishing trips. I've also, on fishing trips, dipped the fish once they've been cleaned, in the batter and fried them in my dutch oven that has oil in it.

So, enjoy. And FEED YOUR FACE!    

Thursday, November 12, 2015


Around the holidays, everyone seems to get the munchies more than any other time of the year. There is just something about being able to stuff our faces and worry about the end results at the beginning of the new year. My family use to start this feeding frenzy right after Halloween. We would eat up as much of the leftover candy as we could. Once we were tired of candy, we wanted something different to stuff ourselves with.

My great grandmother one year was tired of me, my sister, and three cousins opening her fridge every few minutes to look for something to munch or eat. She would holler at us and say, "There is nothing new in the fridge, that wasn't there before, so close the fridge, you're letting the cold out." I guess she had had enough. She grabbed a big bowl and dumped in what was left of some M&M's, peanuts, potato chips, and some dried fruit of some kind, leftover from the previous year when she made fruitcake.

Now, my cousins would eat anything and everything. They were always worried that one of them will not get his fair share. I mean, I've seen them fight over the ham bone from a pot of beans. Anyway, great grandmother threw a bunch of stuff in this bowl and set it out on a little table in the living room. Man, you would of thought that this stuff was the last meal on earth. My sister and I hovered around the outskirts of the bowl. We couldn't get near enough to try and get a hand full of it.

Our cousins came up for air, and me and my sister swooped in on the bowl. There wasn't much left. Some potato chip crumbs, a couple of busted up M&M's, the dregs of dried fruit, and them little chunks of peanuts and peanut skins. And there was also those hard chunks of the stale popcorn. You know, the ones that have not popped all the way. It was all gone. It seemed to satisfy our hunger for the time being.

Here is a recipe for some trail mix.

5 cups sugar corn pop cereal
1 cup raisins
2 cups peanuts or mixed nuts
2 cups of M&Ms

Mix it all together in a big bowl. Makes about 10 cups or so.
If you're the type, you can make up your own style of trail mix that is more on the healthy side. So, set out some trail mix. And FEED YOUR FACE! 

Monday, November 9, 2015


"Knowledge is a treasure, but practice is the key to it."
--Thomas Fuller, English clergyman and historian

"Where there is great love there are always miracles."
--Willa Cather, American author

"Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do."
--Jean-Paul Sartre, novelist

Tuesday, November 3, 2015


Well, it has been more than five weeks with the blood clot in Kathi's leg. Even though it is still there, she will be heading back to the J.O.B. this Wednesday. Not sure if I will be taking her to work for awhile, or if she will drive herself. She still has bruising and nodules from the heparin shots, but they are getting smaller.

So, I will be busy for a few more days. Then, I need to call that friend of mine who was re-doing his basement. Need to get all of that crap done before the snow flies. We still need to get the sump pump installed and running to his liking. (That could take awhile.) Then I need to see what other type of piddly stuff he wants done.

With all that has been going on, my mind has been working overtime. Lots of projects that I have thought of. Now just need to start on them. Since the holidays are sneaking up on us, I think that I will be blogging some FEED YOUR FACE! posts. Main courses, sides, desserts, drinks, and a few stories thrown in also. Some wild game recipes are also in order. So, check in, you may find something from anything thing that crawls, swims, flies, runs, jumps, two legged, four legged, you never know.

If there is something you want to ask, ask. There is no such thing as a dumb question. Weird maybe, off the wall maybe. So, pull up a couch or whatever and ask away.

Also, don't forget to get the old snow blower ready. The snow will be here soon. Brush off them cob webs on the snow shovel. Check that pile of fire wood, Dig out your long johns and them old worn out winter boots. You might also start to drag down some of that Christmas stuff that is a pain in the butt to get to. 

Or if you're like some people and left them lights up all year, you're ahead of the game. Speaking of games. I came across a book that has some "old fashion games." I'll post a few of them and see if anyone remembers any of them.

Hope everyone's week is going well and not too many AH SH** moments happening. 

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Annual Fall Poem (A Kathi Post)

My dad used to recite this annual Fall poem for us each year when we were kids old enough to think it was just nasty enough to be funny. He has been gone for a bunch of years, but I still think of it at least once each year when the weather is cool and the leaves are falling. I am very glad that I can still hear his voice in my head when I think of it.

"When the weather is hot and sticky
that's no time to dunk your dickie.
When the frost is on the pumpkin,
THAT'S the time for dickie dunkin.'"

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

A vintage message, still relevant

A friend shared this with us this week, and I thought you might like it, also. Enjoy.

Monday, October 19, 2015

Quotes of the Week: 10/19/2015

"A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself."
--Josh Billings

"Of all the things I miss from veterinary practice, puppy breath is one of the most fond memories!"
--Dr. Tom Cat

"Whoever said you can't buy happiness forgot about puppies."
--Gene Hill

Tuesday, October 13, 2015


As of Monday night, Kathi will be starting her fourth round of heparin shots. She is also still taking the blood thinner Warfarin. She may end up taking this for the rest of her life. Her poor belly is nothing but a massive bruise.

She still has some swelling in her leg and foot. And, she still keeps it elevated. She will be off work for at least another two weeks. Me, I'm hanging in there. A little bit more stressed. And, of course, worried. As long as I can put a smile on her face during the day, I feel like I'm helping her feel better. I'm starting to go through all the different things I know how to cook. There are a lot of things I can cook, but she won't eat it if I fix it.

I mean, how could you turn down some fresh fried liver with onions, green beans, corn bread with honey and butter. YUM! Or a big bowl of clam-chowder. Anyway, she is starting to get her appetite back. I know that she is on the mend. She asked for some bacon for breakfast. BACON! BACON! So, I hope that the store stocks up. I see a couple of pounds of bacon making its way to our fridge and skillet.

I want to thank those who have sent cards, and the prayers from everyone. Please keep them coming. It was nice being able to make it to church last Sunday. Now...I wonder if I can make bacon meat balls for a spaghetti dinner?

Thanks everyone. 

Monday, October 12, 2015


"Along with success comes a reputation for wisdom."
--Euripides, Greek scholar and poet

"Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of man."
--Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, German poet, playwright, novelist and statesman

"Always do what you are afraid to do."
--Ralph Waldo Emerson, American transcendentalist, philosopher,essayist

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

(Still) My Hero (A Kathi Post)

Jim has been my hero for a long time. He is extremely good to me, but he is also good to others. The older ladies at church also think the world of him, because he is kind to them, and to everyone.

While I have been home working on healing (i.e., lazing around), he has done everything around here. We usually do the grocery shopping together, so he has had to do that alone, too.

He may be unhappy that I am sharing with you what happened at the grocery story yesterday, but who else will I tell, if not you?

He went to the store yesterday for a few things, but it seemed to take him longer than usual. When he got home, I heard why.

There was a mean, rude man who was impatient with an older lady who was moving too slow for his liking. Jim was behind that guy, who was behind the lady. That man said something to her along the lines of moving her slow a** the f*** out of the way.

Jim did not like that, and he told the guy he needed to apologize to the woman. The man behind Jim agreed -- a really large, big man. The lady started to cry. The mean man stared daggers at Jim and told Jim he'd have to make him. Jim took off his vest and said he would. The guy behind Jim said he'd help, too. The guy finally took them seriously, and spat out a "sorry." Jim said his apology needed to be more sincere and a complete sentence. He finally did, then left his cart and stormed out of the store.

The store manager, who had made his way over, said that guy has caused problems in the store before. Jim and his back-up suggested that he not be allowed back in the store since it is clear he cannot play well with others. 

At checkout, the same lady was short in paying her bill, so Jim slid her a $20. He is still my knight in shining armor. 

Anyway, I would have told the dramatic, movie version, but Jim would get embarrassed and make me remove it once he sees it, so I tried to keep it basic. 

Monday, October 5, 2015


"A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent of all other virtues."
--Cicero, Roman orator

"However beautiful the strategy, you should occasionally look at the results."
--Winston Churchill, British prime minister

"Nothing is impossible. Some things are just less likely than others."
--Jonathan Winters, Comedian, author and artist

"If  a cluttered desk is the sign of a cluttered mind, what is the significance of a clean desk?"
--Dr. Laurence J. Peter, Canadian educator

Friday, October 2, 2015


Well, it has been a while since the last post. Thursday, took Kathi in for some more blood tests. She says she is feeling like a pin cushion. She is on blood thinners, and finishing up the heparin shots. I'm doing what I can to help her out and be more comfortable. The recliner is now the seat of choice for her. Her leg with the clot is now turning nice shades of green, yellow, and the neatest coloring of a bluish purplish color.

She will be going in for a CT scan here in the next several days. And then... The colonoscopy and endoscopy. I hope that they now have the skinny fiber optic scope thing, instead of that telephone pole optic scope thing they used on me. I mean, talk about feeling violated. The doctor didn't even give me flowers or take me to dinner.

On to other things. I fixed a nice roast with potatoes and carrots, onion, celery (drool) and some spices. Put it all in our Dutch-oven, and after several hours we had a FEED YOUR FACE meal. Leftovers were made into sandwiches with veggies on the side. After a few days of that, I took what was left, chopped up the rest of the roast and the potatoes and threw it all in a skillet with a can of beans and a half a can of corn. Yum! We had leftovers from that also. Made for a good lunch or two. (And a chorus of whistle britches at night.)

After all of this is done with, I get the joy of going back to help my friend finish with his basement and sump pump. So it has been kind of nice not having to go to his house every day. Course, it will be even better when he pays me for the work. 

Wednesday, September 23, 2015


Oh crap. Monday, I got a call from the wife, and was told by her that she may have a blood clot. 'Course, I was ready to leave Bob's house. (I'm still helping him finish the basement.) So, I got to the hospital as soon as possible. They took Kathi in, did an ultrasound, and, yep, blood clot. Lower right leg calf.

She was put on blood thinners and epoxarin shots. So, I get to play doctor at home. Heh, this could be fun, as soon as she feels a bit better. It's my turn to do things for her, like she did for me when I had them boulders that I was trying to pee out. She has taken over the recliner. It will be her throne to command from for the next several days.

I offered to help her with her shower, but she threw stuff at me. And I found the walker I fixed up for her when she had knee surgery years ago. (The batteries in laser, bomb, and blaster toy are still good.) It cleaned up real nice, and the streamers are still in good shape. As well as the bicycle bell. She feels more stable with the walker than a cane. So it is off to the store for a few snacks for her.

So I may not get to much blogging this week. But will try and keep everyone informed to what else is going on. 

Monday, September 21, 2015


"How important it is for us to recognize and celebrate our heroes and she-roes."
--Maya Angelou, American poet and memoirist

Thursday, September 17, 2015


With the price of ammo, it can be tough to be able to practice your shooting skills. My Dad came up with a way that is not too expensive. Where he got it from, I have no idea. This works real well for those of us who like to shoot "old school." You know, revolvers.

My Dad would shoot down in the basement of his house. It afforded him a way to practice shooting without going to the range or anything. He shot a .38 Colt snubby and a Ruger Security Six. This is also good for those people who like to shoot cowboy style.

Here is a list of the things you will need:

  • A couple of foil pie pans
  • Bee's wax
  • A cheap pan to melt the wax
  • Primers
  • Brass
  • De-primer tool
  • Primer tool to set primers.

Take your empty pistol brass and take out the old primer. If the brass is really dirty you might want to clean it. Next, put new primers in the brass and set them aside for the time being. Next, you want to melt down the bee's wax. After the wax is in liquid form, you want to pour it into the pie pans. You want o have the wax about a 1/4 to 3/8 inch deep.

Next, when the wax has set, take one of your pistol brass and push it into the wax. Give it a little turn as you do this. It's like a cookie cutter. Do this to all the brass that you put new primers in. You are now ready to shoot a wad of bee's wax at a target. You can still reload your brass later on. The primer is just enough to pop the wax out of the brass.

My Dad used a old military canteen he had laying around as a target. After shooting up his wax wads, the old canteen looked like someone had taken a ball-peen hammer to it. After several weeks of his practicing, we went to a range with a friend of his. As they started shooting, his friend kind of looked around the partition at my Dad, and told him he was shooting too fast and was in all likelihood to be all over the target.

My Dad just smiled and brought in his target. A nice tight group of five. A little right of center. His friend just could not believe that my dad had gotten that much better. It pays to practice.

Now I take no responsibility or liability if you try this. Wear eye and ear protection, and (always) follow all gun safety rules.

This picture of wax bullets is from the American Rifleman Web site: 

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Buzzpo article: Military Intel Chiefs REVOLT Against Obama

Here is an article from that I found very interesting. I hope you do, too.

Military Intel Chiefs REVOLT Against Obama -- Could This Be The Beginning Of The End?

September 11, 2015, posted by Mark Clifton

After the hell President Obama has put our country through, it looks like things are starting to go downhill for him as intelligence professionals working out of the U.S. military’s Central Command are putting their foot down. In fact, they are revolting.

More than 50 of these pros, who are paid specifically to give their honest assessment of the ISIS war, formally complained that their reports on al-Qaida and ISIS in Syria are being inappropriately altered by senior officials.

Back in July two senior analysts at CENTCOM each signed a written complaint sent to the Defense Department inspector alleging that the reports, most of which were briefed to President Obama himself, portrayed the terror groups as weaker than what was initially reported. The reports were altered by CENTCOM higher-ups to adhere to the administration’s public like that the U.S. is winning the battle against al Nursa and ISIS.

These complaints helped to get the inspector general at the Pentagon to open a full investigation into the alleged manipulation of intelligence. The sheer number of complaints received since July suggests that there are very deep-rooted, systematic problems in how the U.S. military command managing the war against ISIS is being handled. “The cancer was within the senior level of the intelligence command,” one defense official said.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015


I am a:

And I am an:

If you have a problem with that, I suggest that you move to another country. American was founded on this.

Monday, September 14, 2015


"Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much."
--Oscar Wilde, Irish writer

"There is no such thing as a great talent, without great willpower."
--Honore de Balzac, French novelist

"If you smile when no one else is around, you really mean it."
--Andy Rooney, American jouralist and commentator

"Accept the challenges so that you may feel the exhilaration of victory."
--George S. Patton Jr., World War II general

"Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story."
--Mason Cooley, College professor

Monday, September 7, 2015


"A mind troubled by doubt cannot focus on the course to victory."
--Arthur Golden, Author, from Memoirs of a Geisha

"Indecision may or may not be my problem."
--Jimmy Buffett, Singer- songwriter

"Good teaching is one-fourth preparation and three-fourths theater."
--Gail Godwin, American novelist

"An idea is a point of departure and no more. As soon as you elaborate it, it becomes transformed by thought."
--Pablo Picasso, Spanish artist

"He who is not courageous enough to take risks, will accomplish nothing in life."
--Muhammad Ali, American boxer and three times heavyweight champion

I hope everyone has a safe Labor day.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015


Did you know that we have OVER 20,000 gun laws in this country? They cherry pick the ones they want to enforce and ignore others. But, they want to keep adding new laws every time we have a shooting of any type.

Here is a novel idea: how about enforcing the laws we now have on the books? Maybe even going through those laws and getting rid of those that don't matter, no longer have practical use now, or are outdated. Then, and only then, maybe add a new law if it makes sense.

It's out of hand, folks. 

It's time to take the bear by the balls, get off our butts, and make some changes for the betterment of us and our country and be allowed to defend ourselves and maintain our rights.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Monday, August 31, 2015

QUOTES OF THE WEEK: August 31, 2015

"It is not who is right, but what is right."
--Thomas Huxley, scientist

"Do not let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do."
--John Wooden, Basketball coach

"No chance, no destiny, no fate, can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul."
--Ella Wheeler Wilcox, author and poet

"Real difficulties can be overcome; it is only the imaginary ones that are unconquerable."
--Theodore Vail, industrialist

"Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence."
--Helen Keller, author and political activist

Tuesday, August 25, 2015


Well, I'm back to working with the friend who is re-doing his basement. He has found some more black mold. So now we will cut out more dry wall in one of the bedrooms. And this is after I told him that it was probably further up the dry wall than he thought. He cut the dry wall one inch up from the floor. Said that that was as high as the water got in his basement. 'Course, we all know that dry wall sucks up water. He is the know-it-all, his way or the highway, drinking, drunk while trying to get things done.

So, where do you draw the line, and say enough is enough and walk away? Or do you walk away? He has no other friends. He has chased them off. Yeah, I'm getting paid. But it just seems that it is getting worse. He has spent over $20,000 dollars on his basement. And, I'm sure it will even go higher by the time everything is done. His $5,000 dollars in carpet is to be installed this Friday. That isn't going to happen. . . maybe next Friday. I still have painting to do. 

Dry wall needs to be cut, installed, taped, textured, and painted. I'm sure he will "help." I might as well be doing it by myself. I do what I can, I'm no spring chicken. It just ticks me off that I can't get him to listen to me. It's redundant to do the same job two or three times, when we could have done it right the first time. Oh, well, it's his house and I'm the only one around to help. He has three grown boys, but they don't come around much unless they need money or a new truck.

So, I'll be busy the rest of the week. Maybe I will invest in some good ear plugs. Ignore him when he talks, and just do the work. Maybe I could get lucky, and he could take a nap for the biggest part of the day. I mean, I could be doing other things. Like fishing, or reading, or bugging Kathi.

Thursday, August 20, 2015


Last week was very hectic. I had lots of things to do. I helped a friend form high school. His basement flooded out over a month ago. He was totally gutting his basement, then found black mold. What a job. So I've been helping with things as much as I can -- moving furniture, ripping up tile, tearing out drywall, removing doors. Just tons of stuff.

When it is all done, they are going to have wall-to-wall carpeting throughout the basement. That's what the boss (his wife) wants. So, it will have wall-to-wall carpeting. Even in the bathroom. I've painted doors, bookcases, walls, ceilings, and whatever else needs done. It has been going pretty well. But there is one problem.

This friend does things the hard way. It's his way or nothing. He had this homemade bar, kinda nice, made out of 2x4s, wall paneling, and some scrap lumber. After he decided to get rid of it, we moved it from the basement, upstairs to the family room. Then outside, where it sat for almost a week. Then he decided to tear it down for trash pick up. He decided to tear it down with a chain saw.

There was no pulling of nails or taking off any hardware, just chopping it up. Well yesterday, I was over to do some more painting. He decided to also chop up this oak gun cabinet. He sawed through screws, nails, hinges, and handles. You can't tell him otherwise. One part of the problem is he drinks. Not just one or two. He drinks all day long.

I'm trying to be a good friend and help him out. But he is starting to really p*** me off. He has in his mind how he wants things done, no matter if anyone has another idea. I've moved this one bookcase four times so that it is out of the way. We finally moved it out to his garage yesterday. I had told him we should just take it up the stairs and take it to the garage the first time we went to move it.

So, I have not been able to blog as much as I would like. I played hooky on Wednesday, just so I could get a breather from his craziness. I hope that I can put up with his BS until it is all done. (You might want to wish me luck.)

Monday, August 17, 2015


"Food is an important part of a balanced diet."
--Fran Lebowitz, American author

"My favorite thing is to go where I've never been."
--Diane Arbus, American photographer

"One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time."
-- Andre Gide, Nobel laureate in literature

"When you build bridges, you can keep crossing them."
--Rick Pitino, American basketball coach

"The future is here. It's just not widely distributed yet."
--William Gibson, author of Neuromancer

Thursday, August 6, 2015


Farts are funny, real or fake. How about a whoopie cushion? Ever have one as a kid? I think I've gone through at least a dozen or so. 'Course, the last one I had was just a couple years ago. It wore out before the night was through, while we were bowling. People on both sides of our lane were cracking up. And of course it made for a few gutter balls as someone would make their approach on the lane.

As kids, farts were just plain funny no matter what. If not real, you learned how to make them with your mouth. I remember once, our teacher in second grade was up at the chalk board. She was writing something for class and had her back to us. Now, I won't mention any names, but all of a sudden someone made this real loud fart noise. Everyone started to laugh, the teacher turned toward us, red faced. Even the girls in class were laughing. 

The teacher made us put our heads down on our desks for quiet time. 'Course, you know what happened not too many minutes later: another fart. Again, the teacher was red faced. She never did find out who was making the noise. But, us guys found out who it was out on the playground that afternoon. We all learned how to make it sound just like the real thing, minus the smell. I, of course, took this new found knowledge home with me, to the dismay of my family.

I got pretty good at it. Grandmother would bend over to get something out of the fridge, I'd make a fart noise. Pappy would go to set in his chair, and I'd make a fart noise. My sister, HA! She would go to set at the table to eat, I'd make a fart noise. She would have a friend over to play, I made lots of fart noise. Even when she would hit me. Every punch launched my way, she got a fart noise. I'd set outside the bedroom door while she played with her Barbie dolls. Every time Barbie moved, sat, or drove her sports car, the farts were there.

We were at a funeral once -- someone that my grandmother knew had passed from a heart attack. So, here all of these people are at this church, and the minister is just about to start. You could have heard a pin drop. But someone let loose this huge fart. There were a few giggles, a couple of people clearing their throats, a cough or two, more giggles, and then.... the whole place was laughing. People were trying not to laugh, but hey -- farts are funny! Make some fart noises when someone is walking; every step gets a fart noise.

You can even do the fart thing at the pool, minus the noise. Get a balloon, blow it up some, and walk behind someone in the pool. Kind of place the balloon behind the person, and let some of the air out. Others see the bubbles, and blame the person for farting in the pool. You could take it a bit further and drop a Baby Ruth candy bar behind them also. But that's for a story some other time.

Once at a drive in movie I was at, someone got a hold of the microphone and managed to make some great fart noise as Dracula was changing into a bat. If I remember right, horns honked, and head lights flashed. It was even mentioned on KIMN radio the next evening by DJ Steve Kelly.

Once in high school I even made a loud fart noise as I was setting in the principal office one time for whatever it was that I got caught doing. He jumped as the noise was made, and kind of turned red, and then started to smile, but hurried to conceal it. With whatever it was that I did, and being a fart mouth (his words), my Dad was called. 

Yeah, farts can still be funny, even as you get to be an old man. So, go get a whoopie cushion and make some fart noise! 

Wednesday, August 5, 2015


This is it. A 106 cubic inch V-twin engine. (Drool) Six speed over drive transmission. (Drool) I'm sorry, Harley Davidson. This is going to be my next ride. Since they don't want my money, I'll work on getting this Victory Gunner.

I've made up my mind. Next week, I'll be taking this puppy out on the road for a test drive. If I decide on this, it will need a few little extras. (Still drooling) It will need a two-up seat, a back rest, and passenger pegs. And maybe some side bags. I like the color of this green.

No, I'm not having a mid-life crisis. I already had that. I just miss being out on the road, cruising. I've never really ridden with a group. Sometimes, a group just feels too crowded. It would just be nice for Kathi and I to just get on it and go putt around.

With other motorcycles I have had, I would load it up and take off for the mountains. There's nothing like pitching up a little camp site -- sleeping under the stars, coffee, bacon and eggs, with a couple of brook trout for breakfast. Packing up, and going down the road till you decide to stop, then pitch a camp site again.

I can put a side car on it later on, for us to take a longer trip and to be able to haul some extra stuff if need be.You can sure see a lot of country from the back of a motorcycle. It is very freeing to my soul.

If you have never ridden on a motorcycle, I urge you to give it a try, as a passenger or driving it yourself. It is something that I think should be on everybody's bucket lists of things to try or do.

Now, when I can just come up with some more dollars, it will be a done deal.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015


Went to a friend's house because I was asked to help move "a few things" to help him get ready for some new carpet in his basement. HOLY BAT CRAP! 

A gun cabinet, an old vanity that was his grandmother's, emptied out a book shelf that goes from the floor to the ceiling, then move the bookshelf up stairs with all the books I just hauled up. A homemade bar with no booze in it. Kids' games, three safes of different sizes (that were full), a couple of gun safes, full. Pulled carpet and pad that went out to be hauled away with the gun cabinet and bar. (He put a "for free" sign on those.)

He did not have any keys for the safes, but he had the combos for them somewhere "in a safe place," he said. All written down. Dirt, dust, runny nose, sneezing, a couple banged up fingers --his, not mine. Removed some doors for painting. Washed some of the floor. By the time we got all this done in about three and a half hours, my butt was about two inches off the floor.

I'm going back today to help with painting of some doors and bookcases. That is, if I can lift my arms up past my waist. And if I can manage to get down all of those stairs he has. My god, I think I've gotten to the "old man" stage in my life. It's not time to be a old man yet, at least for another ten years or so, I would think, or hope. That would make me seventy or so.

That's when old age is suppose to begin, right? Please tell me. I can handle it. As long as you don't throw it at me. I don't catch to good any more. So, it's time for some aspirin, and maybe a rub down (or up) from Kathi.

If I can get out of the chair in front of this computer.