IT IS FRIDAY....AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH

I must conquer my fear of FRIDAYS....

I know, I will drink coffee and everything will be fine!

Yes, they are related.

In the case of Web Hubble and Chelsea Clinton, the resemblance is undeniable. Odds are, he is her father. 

It has been claimed that Michelle Obama is really a man, and that the two daughters are adopted and no blood relation to Barack and his wife Michael. I disagree. I spent many many years in law enforcement as an investigator. The girl to Michelle's left has too many indicators that she is Michelle's offspring. They have similar facial characteristics, and both girls are tall. Barack and Michelle are taller than the average person. Due to the camera angle, you rally cannot tell Michelle is taller than Barack. The girl to Barack's left looks an awful lot like him. 

I absolutely loath the Obamas and all they stand for. But they are most likely the parents of the two girls.

THE CURE FOR CHILD MOLESTERS.....

I have never met Jared Fogle, can't say as I have ever really thought much about him....until now. It seems ol' Jared likes to molest underage girls. He confessed to it, sooooooo.....I have the cure for that kind of behavior.....

NUFF SAID!!!

It is almost time for me to go to bed......

This was an awesome day in so many ways. Church was fabulous. Swimming with my grandkids was fabulous. Sitting in my air conditioned office is fabulous. I am tired, and I am gonna go to bed. But first....I will share a couple of photos of me so you can see what I look like now.

I told you, I am a grouchy old man.

Good night and later taters.......

Dogs and bad knees....Oh Puhleeeeeeeezzzzeeee......

I had a really bad experience this evening....but.....let's start at the beginning. This morning my wife and I took a Subway sandwich to our son Nick at his job. Nick is the chief cook and bottle washer at Arbuckle Mountain Fried Pies in Davis, Oklahoma. While we were there, we just happened to notice a rather thin dog that looked to be part Brittany Spaniel and part Blue Heeler. Well, the pup just looked up at my wife and then at me, and it was on. I posted a picture of her on Farcebook and am waiting for the owner to contact me. I do not think her former owner will, she is really thin and has not been taken care of. She also has been sprayed by a skunk. My wife has already named her Freckles. She is lovely.

Well, the rest of the story is this....I wanted to make myself a sandwich for lunch. I was getting ready to slice some Vienna Sausages in half, slather some mayonnaise on two pieces of bread, add a slice of cheese, and then retire to my office for lunch. All was going as expected and then my right knee fell apart...literally. I have a floating knee cap on my right knee and it just gave out. I grabbed the counter holding my food, the saucer shot across the counter and down on the floor. My knee buckled and I fell. It hurt really bad for quite awhile this evening. It only throbs a bit now. My sweet heart made me a sandwich and brought it to me, and Freckles, our new family member, came in and nosed my knee, and let me know she knew it hurt. So in a way, it all came full circle. 

SWIMMINGLY....SIMPLY SWIMMINGLY......................

I went swimming this evening. It was not afternoon, it was during the Sun going to bed. I swam laps, and I forget how many, but man I was tired when I got out of the pool. My grand kids and their daddy did not go swimming this evening, so I had the pool to myself. I really enjoyed myself. I had to swim under water part of the time to keep the horseflies from biting me. I am now going to go to bed and enjoy sleeping. The day started off horribly, and ended up being really good. later taters.....

How to become a millionaire.....

I just read where on youtube if you post stuff people like, and enough people view your stuff, you too can become a millionaire! Well, the problem is that you have to have something people want to watch. I have decided to dedicate my life right now to figuring out what people want to see on youtube. Well, it ain't gonna be porn on my part, I think porn is a canker on the human soul. It also cain't be watching me pick my nose, that would be awful. How about me telling fart jokes? Nope, cain't be that. Well what can I do that would make folks want to watch it over and over again? The only thing I can think of is.....is.....iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssssssssss....well, you will just have to watch my youtube channel to find out.

Sometime life hands you a present in disguise....

The little boy with the burr haircut is my grand son Ashton. The pretty gal next to him (they're on a helicopter no less) is his para at school, Mz. Deb. See, this is a little bit of a tale, and a good one at that. Mz. Deb loves Ash and he loves her. She is his guardian angel in many ways. She took a job at a local retail store this summer, probably because she needed the money or something like that. However, she asked for Ashton and Cheyenne every time I ran into her. She is special, and my grand sons are special. Both boys are autistic and they can use all the love they can get. My family is a big fan of Mz. Deb, and we pray for her all the time. She really is something special.

God is blessing me, more and more and more......

To say that God is blessing me and mine is a gross understatement. I am missing church today due to bad traffic and as well, I need some down time. I need a morning that I do not have to do anything. Many of my friends on facebook, and friends in real life, do not know how busy I actually am. I put in a great deal of sixteen to twenty hour days. I will not go into all I do, most of it is mundane and very boring, but it has to be done. Most of my personal friends are retired, and are busier now than they ever have been. If you stop and vegetate, you die. As true a statement as I have ever made. I hope this post finds you and yours happy and healthy.

The Late...Great....Steve Hardin

I am not really sure how to broach this subject. The man in the photo is my late friend/brother, Steve Hardin. He had many problems with his health. He had spurs growing on his spine, and some other problems that complicated treatment for the spurs. At 68 years of age, Steve would still work out four hours every morning. 

In the last year of his life, Steve had to stop working out, the pain was too great. 

I will not go into all the reasons for him taking his own life, they are varied, very private, and I would probably get them wrong anyway.

I found out about Steve committing suicide from another of my good friends, Micheal Smotherman. Both he and Hardin were and are musical geniuses. Steve's widow, Paula Hardin, is still one of my wife's and my closest friends. 

Sooooooooo..... I listen to his music, tear up every time, and hope and pray that he is happier where he is. I love and miss you Steve.