Shooting the Loop....

When I was really, really young, I had opportunity to witness something I just had to try later. I watched this guy take a motorized bicycle, and speedily, jump across a chasm in a board ramp, while he was upside down. I thought that was just the coolist thing I had ever seen in my entire ten years of life. Man, I could not wait to try it myself. My biggest problem lay in the fact I did not have a boarded loop. This one glaring fact really did not matter that much to me, I figured I could just use this huge concrete drainage ditch at the end of town. All these decades later, sometimes, my head still hurts where there is a dent from my one attempt to be a daredevil. PEACE!

What's a little racism, among friends?

I am the product of a bi-racial marriage. My father is an American Indian, my mother is of Germanic heritage. I have brown cousins, black cousins, white cousins. So it chaps my hide that Dr. Laura (a racist) gets a pass for being a racist. She repeatedly uttered a word that to me is most profane, (a racist word for black folks) and not only did so, she defends her use of the word on national radio. You would think she would know better. But nooooooo......she is the great Dr. Laura. I am so tired of self righteous bigots. I am glad she is no longer on the air. PEACE!

Unusual Wild Life.....

Sometimes, ya just have to let go and absorb that which is around you. That is all fine and well, unless you have a velociraptor in your garden. PEACE!

Fandango....part 2

Pictured above, are my oldest son, and my youngest grandson. The oldest son is his uncle. I published the previous article saying my grandson should be renamed Fandango, instead of Ashton...Well....not really, he ought to be renamed TURBO. He is in his bed, (a large crib) running from one end to the other, humming, basically letting Nanna and me know his displeasure. He wants to get out and PLAY! Get real kid, it is 12:05 AM, like MIDNIGHT! Go to sleep boy. PEACE!

Fandango....

This two year old child is my grandson. His name is Ashton, but it should have been Fandango. Why? Do not let the subtle photo fool ya. He will drink his bottle, then, when you least expect it, he is running all over the house, seeing just how much mischief he can get into. Last night he was up until 1:30 in the morning. Finally, Nanna got him to lay down for just a minute, and he zonked out. PEACE!

Not In This Lifetime....

I like old stuff...the shooter in the photo above was hand made in 1871. It is my favorite possession, period. I do not consider my family a possession, they are a blessing. Do I own other firearms? Yes, I do. What makes this one special? I have had this particular gun longer than most of the folks reading this blog have been alive. As old as it is, I still shoot it, and it is my constant companion. Most of my friends own handguns, and most of my friends carry them. Are we a bunch of blood thirsty killers? No, most of us are either parents or grand parents. We just reserve the right to preserve our lives so we can continue to enjoy our families. So......for all you progressive gun control liberals out there, if a bad guy shows up and you are with me, I will make sure the bad guy does not hurt either you or me. Not in this lifetime anyway. PEACE!!!

Unexpected Blessings

Awhile back, my son Nick and his former wife Crystal, were driving to town from our place in the backwoods. They were going to town to fetch something, just not sure what it was right now. One of my adult sons got a phone call from Nick telling him his truck was on fire, and he and Crystal needed a ride home. I thought maybe they had put the fire out and that we needed to tow it to the house and repair it. R-R-R-I-I-I-G-G-G-H-H-H-T-T-T! The truck (pictured above) was toast, it burned up. Now I imagine there are those of you scratching your head and asking how that truck burning could be a blessing. Well, the blessing was that my two kids did not end up burning to death in that little truck. They both came away unscathed. I am very thankful and have told God so, that those two are okay. Trucks can be replaced. PEACE ! ! !

The Dance

They'd been friends since elementary school. Best friends. They went fishing, skinny dipping, frog chasing, tree climbing, bicycle riding, and haunted house adventuring since the third grade. Then, "SHE" began to change physically. She no longer looked like a boy, heck no, she was getting bumps and curves in all the right places. Or wrong places, it was really a matter of perspective. She actually made him wear a swim suit when swimming in the creek now. However, they still went fishing, frog chasing, tree climbing, bicycle riding, and haunted house adventuring together. They just would not go swimming "nekkid" anymore. Time went on for the two friends.
They tried the new fangled kissing that everyone was just crazy about, but it was worse than trying to practice kissing with one's brother or sister. They made it through puberty, and thoroughly enjoyed driving their respective parents crazy, with continual questions about sex, even though they already knew the answers. It was just sooooooo much fun, asking embarassing questions, and watching their parents squirm.
More time elapsed and the two friends soon found themselves getting ready to graduate from high school, and then progress on to college. Due to being sent to different colleges, they decided to dance with nobody else at the prom, but themselves. He picked her up at her house precisely at seven that evening. The evening of the prom. She came to the door dressed in a green evening gown, elegantly laced with ribbons and spider web lacing. Her light brunette hair was swept back and held in place by a crystal clasp. Her long locks fell to the small of her bare back. Large green eyes stared deeply into his soul as she smiled, her beautiful pearly white teeth glistening, her olive skin giving an actual soft glow in the moonlight. He stood there, and for the first time in his life, knew he actually did have romantic feelings for this fine and lovely young lady. He escorted her to the waiting car that was going to ferry them to the prom. They were not being driven to the prom by a parent, no, he paid for a limo with attendent driver. Nothing would spoil this night for them. He asked her if she would like to stop someplace for a bite to eat before the prom? She promptly replied, that she had just eaten a fairly large meal before he arrived. She stated she wanted to have a lot of energy to enjoy a night of dancing and frivolity.
They arrived at the country club banquet hall and gave the doorman their invitations to the prom. He checked and motioned for them to go inside. Once they were inside they began to dance. When the rock band played fast music, most of the other guys in the banquet hall either remained with their respective dates, or simply clustered about to talk to one another. However, when the band played slow music, boys came out to the woodwork like scurrying cockroaches to get to the queen. Yes, she was by far the most beautiful girl at the prom that night. Time and time again he had to tell the other boys she was his that night. Time and time again, she agreed with him and told the wannabe suitors that she was taken for the night. Though they admonished the other young men that it was a useless ploy, the other young men kept coming back to beg a dance with her.
Suddenly, the band announced they would be taking a thirty minute break.
Cautiously, he asked her if she would like some punch. She replied that she would. He walked toward the long table with the huge punch bowl and retrieved a goblet of punch for each of them, turned, and began to make his way back to his girl. Once he had turned to walk back to her, he noticed that nearly every young man in the banquet hall was gathered around her, and attempting to talk to her.
Then the surprise of their young lives took place.
There was a gurgling sound that seemed to be coming from her stomach area. Her face began turning a slight shade of red, and then there was a loud explosion. Four things happened simultaneously: Her evening gown lifted at the back. A loud boom was heard to come from that area. A murderous stench blossomed, as if it were a mushroom cloud formed by an atomic bomb being detonated, and....all those young men began to swiftly depart from her general area. Most of the young men were retching and gagging as they left her.
Her only response was to say quietly, "Excuse me."
Her date's response was to set down one of the goblets, slap his thigh, and loudly exclaim for all to hear,
"Hot Dayum, I wish I could FART like that!"

What is that stuff up there?

Many is the time I have looked skyward, and witnessed strange things. Sometimes, it is natural stuff, like a Redtailed Hawk diving to pick up a hapless mouse. Sometimes, it is unexplained lights in the sky. Well, there is one thing that I do have an explanation for, and it is not the one the conspiracy folks want to hear. Chemtrails!

Chemtrails are not being let out of the spraying equipment on jets to poison us on the ground, they are not trying to thin our population. Chemtrails are not about global warming either. What are they? The answer is really quite simple. HAARP is actually a communications device, enabling the United States Navy to communicate with their submarines around the world. Wirless communication, many times, relies upon line of sight to interconnect. However, if you can make a cloud barrier to "skip" your radio waves, you can use directional frequencies to get communications set up anywhere on the globe. Can HAARP be used as a weapon? You betchya! But, that is a different post for a different time. PEACE

The Blame Game.....

The recent shooting in Arizona, the attempted murder of Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords, is horrible. Make no mistake, it was attempted murder. I have been praying for her and the other victims, and the families of those killed on a constant basis. I encourage everyone who reads this to do the same. Forget the politicising of this horrible crime. Just pray for those afflicted, let the political stuff lay down for now. PEACE !

A rebutal to an Arab's viewpoint....

I have not posted on this blog since March of last year. I actually forgot that I had started this blog. That being said, I am not going to use this blog as a "Bully Pulpit" to express my opinions of the opinions of others. Whew, that is a mouthful. This particular Middle-easterner, states that every western male he has met is basically a woman in the disquise of being a male. Well buddy, you need to hum your prissy butt down to the southern states for awhile. My brother John and I wrote a funny little book titled, Southern Fried Life. Though the premise of the book is humor, it does contain a plethora of wisdoms describing the southern male.

In your article, posted on Jeff Rense's website, you take a shot at American men as being feminine. You brag about how in your culture, testosterone is thick in the atmosphere, how you are all real men. In your culture, women are kept in their place and know what their place is. Well bunky, my late grand mothers, either one of them, would take a skillet and kick your ass.

Our women (here in the south) are the equivelant of a goddess, our men are manly men, and we do not need some raghead telling us what we are. Go on back to your desert and enjoy the sand while you can. One of these days, and probably fairly soon, we will not be pumping oil over there any more, and the only thing you folks will have left to export are dates and olives. I hope you enjoy you life, may it be long, and my you someday wake up to the fact you folks have repressed the women in your society for centuries, due to a robbing, slave trading, illiterate pedophile who somehow is considered a prophet by your culture. Nuff said!