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: http://www.americanrifleman.org/articles/2010/4/12/how-to-make-and-reload-wax-bullets/ 

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Buzzpo article: Military Intel Chiefs REVOLT Against Obama

Here is an article from Buzzpo.com 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.

Monday, August 3, 2015


"We don't see things as they are; we see things as we are."
--Anais Nin, French writer and diarist

"A man of genius makes no mistakes. His errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery."
-- James Joyce, Irish novelist, from Ulysses

"Be sincere, be brief, be seated."
--Franklin D. Roosevelt, 32nd U.S. president

"Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else."
--Margaret Mead, American cultural anthropologist

"Look for the ridiculous in everything, and you will find it."
--Jules Renard, French author

Thursday, July 30, 2015

It's summer in our garden (a Kathi post)

There's a lot going on in our little garden. 

This picture is from 2013, and that year we just let the pumpkins grow up the net behind our square foot garden instead of on the ground. It cracked me up (well, it still does) to see pumpkins growing, basically, up in the air. People are surprised that the vine will hold once they've gotten so big, but the vine somehow knows it needs to be able to support it differently than it does on the ground. It just does.

This year we have four containers that each have a tomato plant in them -- two plum tomato and two of a heritage tomato that are kinda small. The plum tomatoes are finally putting on some fruit, and the heritage tomato has had little fruits for a couple weeks. Next year, we'll remember to plant a slicing tomato.

We have one container with a zucchini plant in it. Jim said he saw two small zucchinis on it, so that's good.

In our square-foot garden, we have strawberries, and we are still pulling a small or medium berry or two or three or four every day. We have not had a large berry in a week or two now.

Jim wanted to make something artsy out of gourds, so we planted one in each of the back four squares in the garden. We've got them trellising up the net at the back of the square-foot garden, like the pumpkin pictured above, and they all have blossoms on them. This is the first year we've tried to grow them, and they seem to like all weather -- hot, cool, wet, dry. Well, so far.

We planted two varieties of pumpkins and one heirloom watermelon. They are all booking right along and the pumpkins all have blossoms. The watermelon does not, and we have heard that it is never hot enough long enough here to grow them, but we try every year anyway. So far, this year's vine is the largest, at a whopping 1-1/2 feet. Still. . . maybe one day.

Oh! And cucumbers. We're growing them in a large container, and trellising them up a big tomato cage. So far, lots of little yellow blossoms and some pickle-sized cukes. They are a pickling variety, so some are about ready to be plucked.

We also planted three lavender plants this year. Next year, we'll plant a bunch more if they seem happy and do well, and we can use them in soaps and stuff.

One thing I do miss this year is my gardening buddy, Nugget. He's been gone a year and two months now. Last year, I didn't -- no, couldn't -- plant anything without him helping me. This is what I we see as I sat at the kitchen table cleaning and preparing whatever we'd bring in from outside. He was helpful that way, ya know. Sweet pup.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015


What has happened to us? Our ancestors, from today, all the way back before the Revolution, are rolling in their graves, and will have turned their backs to us. The government takes our rights and we have done nothing. They trample the Constitution into the dirt, and we do nothing. They train our military people to go to war, then the veterans hospitals will not help them, and their rights are trampled. The Government pulls benefits. And, here we set.

The government treats all of us like we are little children who need to be taken care of. Like we need them to wipe our noses and butts and make ALL of the decisions for the American people because the government knows best.

Come on in to our country, no one will stop you. How about a free iPhone? How about we put you on welfare so you don't have to work? The government is here to take care of you! We will suck up to other countries so that we will not "offend" them. 

We let elected officials make a career out of being in office, with big raises and their own special medical insurance. While we are at it, how about life-time security and body guards? I mean it is only tax payer money.

Vacations? No problem -- tax payer dollars! And our ancestors roll in their graves more. We have heard, that Ronald Reagan carried a .38 revolver while in office. I wonder how many of the hon yuks in office around this country are packing, while the rest of us are not allowed to protect ourselves.

I'm heartsick every time I hear of a shooting. We don't need new laws on the books for this. Enforce the laws that we have now and quit medicating young people with anti-depressants. No more knee jerk reactions to a shooting! Taking firearms from the law-abiding people will solve nothing. Banning ammo or the government buying and stockpiling ammo will cause more problems down the line. The people in government need to quit living in their fairy tale land, and wake up to what is bringing down this country. 

Unless, that's their plan. And if it is, the whole world is done.

Our ancestors keep rolling in their graves. Flags, monuments, free speech, firearms, religion, civil rights, constitutional rights. . . where will it end? Will it end? Our ancestors fought for so much, and we still fight to this day.

Are the end times knocking at our door? Some think so. Are we going to have to have another revolution in this country? Some think so. Has the government over-stepped the boundaries? On a lot of things, hell yeah they have! There is no respect among thieves, and that is what a lot of them are.

There are tons of quotes from our founding fathers. I would say that they still hold truth today. We need term limits, we need to clean house, from state to state. From top to bottom. From coast to coast. We need to secure our borders. We need a strong military, and a strong people in this country. Not a bunch of people with their hands out wanting to be taken care of. We need people who want to work. We need people to start new businesses. And YES, you built that! 

Time, long over due, to make those in office do what the people want. Not what they think we want. Or they just don't give a damn. It's time to change things. Our ancestors deserve better than what we have done so far.        

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Some of our favorites from the Internet this week

From the Rocky Mountain Gun Owners organization.

From @TomiLahren:

From Dinesh D'Souza and Elly Maye on whether Obama is evil or stupid:

Happy Tuesday!

Monday, July 20, 2015


"Reflect on your present blessings, of which every man has many; not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some."
--Charles Dickens,English novelist

"We learn by example and direct experience, because there are real limits to the adequacy of verbal instruction."
--Malcolm Gladwell, author from "Blink:The Power of Thinking Without Thinking"

"The more I want to get something done, the less I call it work."
--Richard Bach, American writer

"If at first you don't succeed, find out if the loser gets anything."
--Bill Lyon, Sports columnist

Friday, July 17, 2015


I've waited to post this, to see if anything more was said on the news or something here in Denver. Wednesday night at DIA, the news reported that there were things going on, but that they could not get close enough to check it out. An area at the airport was blocked and walled off, part of a runway, and some buildings for "training." They said they did not know who all was involved.

Heard nothing else about it all day Thursday on any of the news stations. Did not hear anything on the nightly news. Was it Jade Helm? Even after they said it had been canceled for the Denver area, I don't know, but I would sure like to know more. It all kind of makes your a-hole pucker just a bit, don't you know.

We will see what goes on here this weekend and next week.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015


Last week, we had hazy and kind of foggy weather. BUT, we were told that it was smoke from up north. Way up north, from Canada. So I kept inhaling and smelling. It was very disappointing. I had my heart all set for it.

Years ago, just before they closed the Homestead Act in Canada, my Dad, Mom, sisters, and I went to Canada. WOW! We had a great time. And the people were so nice. We stopped off in Vancouver for breakfast on our way to Vancouver Island. I wish I could remember the name of the place.

When we walked in, the place smelled of coffee and great food. It was packed full of people. By the time we were able to set down, I thought that I was going to pass out from all the smells and looking at the food that other people were eating. Stacks of pancakes, biscuits, gravy, eggs, sausage, and Canadian bacon.

Well, I ordered wild blueberry sourdough pancakes, two eggs over easy, and Canadian bacon, milk, and juice. The pancakes were over-hanging the plate by at least a half inch. And the blueberries were HUGE! The yolks on the eggs were a deep yellow and were done just right. The Canadian bacon was the best I had ever had. I don't even remember what everyone else ate.

All I do remember is I ate every single bit; I was ready to lick the plate even. I do remember a few family members moaning a bit trying to get back in our van. We made the ferry, and found a place to camp on Vancouver Island. We did not eat until supper time that night. It was a great trip.

The air here never did smell like Canadian Bacon. What a bummer.

Monday, July 13, 2015


"Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn."
--Elizabeth Lawrence, garden designer and writer

"We are born charming, fresh and spontaneous and must be civilized before we are fit to participate in society."
--Judith Martin ("Miss Manners"), American writer
and etiquette authority

"Action may not always bring happiness, but there is no happiness without action."
--Benjamin Disraeli, former British prime minister

"Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before."
--Kurt Vonnegut, American novelist and satirist

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Late night 'cause of the movies, so. . . (A Kathi Post)

We got home late after going to the movies, and it was supposed to be my turn to post. I apologize.

Instead, here is a picture I took of a gator a few years ago when we were in the New Orleans area. This was in the Honey Island Swamp, taken from a boat when we were on a swamp tour. The guide threw marshmallows to tempt the gators out close enough that we could see them. As you can see, it worked. He looks rather grumpy, don't you think?

Have a great Tuesday!

Wednesday, July 1, 2015


Last Saturday as Kathi and I were lounging and trying to decide what to have for breakfast, we were listing to classic country and western music. (I was ready to grab Kathi and do a two step around the living room.) We listened to Johnny Cash, Merle, Jim Reeves, and I could go on and on. Good music on a Saturday morning to go with our coffee.

As we sat there, and talked, and listened to the music. A song that I have not heard in over 25 years popped into my head. It had me talking to Kathi about when my best friend Ed and I first heard it all that many years ago. It hit a cord with us as we could identify with the lyrics. So, before I tell you all what the song is, and who sang it, I'll tell you why it was kind of strange.

I was told this many, many years ago, and I believe this in my very soul: when someone passes, whether family or friend, and if you're open and thinking of them, that there can be some kind of contact. It could be a butterfly that lands on you; the smell of that person's perfume or after shave. I know someone who swears that after his mom died, he received a phone call from his mom's home phone with her answering machine message calling. His mom had passed three weeks before.

So, maybe there is something to it.

Anyway, back to the story of what happened. I sat with Kathi and told her about this song that Ed and I always played when we went to this restaurant. I could not remember the title, but the tune was in my head. The song is titled "Rollin' With the Flow" by Charlie Rich.

All of a sudden, the song started up. We both looked at each other, Kathi's eye's as big as dinner plates, and I got goose bump's all over and the hair stood up on the back of my neck. Coincidence? Maybe. But I (and Kathi) think it was Ed. Maybe just to say, "Hey! I'm here."

You can laugh and say it was nothing. Or that It was just our imaginations. But me? I think it was Ed. It brought a tear or two to my eye, but it made my day and strengthened my belief. Is there an afterlife? I think there is. And I'm glad that Ed stopped by.  

Tuesday, June 30, 2015


The 4th of July is this weekend. I enjoy the 4th of July. It used to be that you could set off fireworks on your own or with friends. Now they want you to go to firework shows. And those are now becoming fewer and farther between. 

My friends and I, when we were kids, would just about wet ourselves waiting for the firework stands to start going up around town. We would save as much money as we could so that we could get some really cool things that went BANG! Or that you could launch into the air. The BIGGER the better. Pop bottle rockets, the bigger the better. Fire crackers, the bigger the better. 

Cherry bombs, M-80s, zingers, black cats, fountains, whistlers, spinners. If it made a loud BANG! or flew, we just had to have them. Even the sparklers could be fun. We would have pop bottle rocket fights and Roman candle wars. We would blow things up like that old model car that had fallen on the floor of your room. Or maybe one of your sister's dolls. Coffee cans and soup cans were fun, also. 

And you know, not once, ever, did we lose a finger or put someone's eye out. We never burned down any homes or torched a field. We were always told, reminded, and re-told what the 4th of July was all about. We all had fun. We would bar-b-q in the back yard, play games, visit with neighbors, and wait for it to get dark.

You could set in your front yard and eat homemade ice-cream, and watch fireworks up and down your street. Some places, like baseball games, had fireworks shows. But, now days, it's against the law to have or set off any type of fireworks in our area. I have even heard that you can't even have or light those little black cones that make a snake of ash on your side walk.

Yep, the 4th of July has gotten pretty tame these days. But what it means and what it stands for will never ever be diminished.

Hope that you all have a safe 4th.


Monday, June 29, 2015


"Without labor nothing nothing prospers."
-- Sophocles, Greek playwright and philosopher

"The thing I hate about an argument is that it always interrupts a discussion."
-- G.K. Chesterton, English writer

"The end of wisdom is to dream high enough to lose the dream in the seeking of it."
-- William Faulkner, American novelist

"Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in."
-- Leonardo DaVinci, Artist, scientist, inventor and author

Monday, June 22, 2015


"To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic."
-- Alphonse de Lamartine, French writer and politician

"No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings."
-- William Blake, British painter and poet

"Winning is a habit. Unfortunately, so is losing."
-- Vince Lombardi, American football player and coach

"We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us."
-- Joseph Campbell, American writer and mythologist

Monday, June 15, 2015


"There are two ways to pass a hurdle; leaping over or plowing through. There needs to be a monster truck option."
--Jeph Jacques, creator of online comic strip "Questionable Content "

"When a thing is funny, search it carefully for a hidden truth."
--George Bernard Shaw, Nobel Laureate in Literature

"Be modest! It is the kind of pride least likely to offend."
--Jules Renard, French writer

Friday, June 12, 2015


Have you ever wondered about who your ancestors are? Have you ever tried to find out? Well, I've been working on mine. I found out, on my Dad's side, that our first Noland came all the way from Ireland and ended up on our shores, in Maryland, in 1686.

From there, we spread out, and moved southwestward. I've had family in wars, and family who worked in government. Family who had large families, and those who lost families. Some may have had slaves, and some who may have been slaves themselves. And maybe some who were on the other side of the law. Store owners, ship makers, innkeepers. . .  the list could go on.

On my mother's side, it goes back to England, then they came here, to Plymouth Rock, by way of the Mayflower. Just like my Dad's side, the list is long, and it is hard and interesting to try to find information on people in my family. I'm sure that they all come from different walks of life. Good and bad and whatever is in between.

It's history. It's my family history. It is also the history of our country. It is the lives, loves, tragedies, riches, and all else that make us who we are. It's what we stand for. Skeletons in the closet? Yes. And I'm looking to see what else the family history has to give.

If you can, look into your own family. See what you can find. I'm sure there are great family stories out there. I plan to write about some of them myself. You will also find some things about your own self as you go along. It's fun, it's very addicting once you get going. And the information that is out there and available to you is beyond mind boggling. Besides, you might even find that you have some famous people in your family.

I'm still looking for mine, but to me? They are all famous in my family.