I play guitar....

Well, I am about to embark upon a personal tour that I find exciting. I am going to finally produce an album that I control everything on. It is late right now, I am tired right now, but I can finally go to bed and dream dreams I want to dream.

PEACE OUT Y'ALL!!!

TIP JARS......?

I have long tipped at meals when dining out. Normally, my wife and I tip 15% of what the meal costs us. We do this when the service is above and beyond just bringing our meal to us. Normally, we just leave a five dollar bill. Our normal meal is usually around $26.00, so if we tip five dollars, we have over tipped by a dollar and ten cents. 15% of $26.00 is $3.90.

What does this have to do with anything? Well, this is the problem. I go into a doughnut shop to purchase breakfast for my sweetheart, usually a croissant with sausage, egg, and sometimes cheese. The guy behind the counter takes my order, puts the item in a sack, then rings up the purchase. What chaps my hide is the big, fat, jar sitting on the counter with a card reading "TIPS" taped to the front of it. I see this in lots of stores I go to, including at least one "super market". Where in the hell do these people get off thinking they deserve extra money for just doing their jobs? By law they have to be paid at least minimum wage, or $7.35 per hour. I know that is not a lot of money, but, it is sure more than the $2.45 per hour many waiters and waitresses earn. It is not like they are refilling my glass or anything. We have become a nation of bums.

PEACE!

Welfare recipients need to be drug tested....

I can hear the moans and groans now! But bear with me for just a moment.....
I spent a number of years in law enforcement, actually a number of decades in law enforcement, and during that tenure, I repeatedly found that the perpetrators of most crimes had a drug problem. I also found that many of those guilty of some really heinous acts against their fellow citizens, were on illegal drugs. Most of the folks whom I helped incarcerate were also receiving money every month from the government in one form of a welfare handout, or another. I personally know of some people who receive welfare checks and then take the money and buy meth with what you and I give to them (in the form of taxes). Now there is a proposal being submitted to Oklahoma law makers to institute drug screening for all applicants who want money from us taxpayers. GO FOR IT I SAY!

PEACE OUT Y'ALL!

Done with radio show.....

Pictured above is RottiJohn Edmonds. He is not as cantankerous as he looks in this photo...oops...well, yes he is. However, he is absolutely the best interviewer alive on radio right now. What has this to do with me not being involved in the radio show, Adventures Into the Strange? I have a heart condition I have kept secret for over two years now, in hope that my cancer stricken mother would not find out about it. She has lung cancer and has her own battles to fight. I am on the waiting list for a new heart, mine is damaged, and cannot be surgically repaired. I am also having severe headaches every day. Some hit the extreme migraine category, others are just harsh headaches. The doctors say it is a combination of too much stress, not enough rest, and this awful heat we are experiencing right now.

Now, back to RottiJohn. I endorse John to do the show with all my heart. All 3/4's of it. To everyone reading my blog, please give him and another great guy, Tom Krohmer aka The Toxic Reverend, all the help and such that you can. These two guys will move stuff that needs to be heard. I regret my not being involved anymore with the show, but, I have to begin to get more rest, and cannot do so, doing the show, and having a nightly obligation to be there at a certain time. Sometimes, I have to rest while the show is being played out, and I just cannot do it anymore. Well, my youngest grandson just wandered into my bedroom and stole my giant ALF doll, so gotta get off here and chase down the little culprit.

PEACE OUT Y'ALL!!!

Update on my grand children....

I have three beautiful grand children who live with my wife and me full time. At least that has been how it is for the last two years. Well, my son Nick's divorce has reached the stage where his soon to be ex-wife gets visitation with the children. They are over at her apartment right now having the time of their young lives. Like I told my daughter in-law, everyone has to win, and that includes her. If you are reading this, ever remember that Peace and Love conquer all. Blessings upon you and all those you love.

PEACE OUT Y'ALL!!!

A lesson learned.

You would think at my age, I would learn to keep my big fat mouth shut, and stop trying to save the world. Without naming names, had opportunity to meet a very young girl, and said girl wants to be a musician (performer) for her job later in life. Having had oodles of experience in dealing with that particular arena, I offered to help her get a CD she has made inserted into the public eye. Well, all was well until her friend stepped into the picture. He immediately befriended me on facebook, and soon after sent me an ugly email stating he "knew what I was up to" . Well, what I was up to, was attempting to help a child garner what she wants out of life. Simply trying to help her. If she opens an attachment I sent to her as a final and parting gift, all the contacts to do her album are in there. Just like helping the three children (my live in grand children) above, I was gonna help her. Well, it escalated to the point that I was basically being accused by her "friend" of being an internet stalker. He figured I was a sexual predator probably. Nope, I met her at a fried pie shop in Oklahoma City my friend Jerry is taking over. Simply put, I help anyone who asks me to if I can. I do have a bad habit of volunteering my help when not asked. Ergo, the opening sentence of this entry. Well, it is hotter than a three dollar pistol here in southern Oklahoma. I am gonna get off here and go back to the air conditioning. Incidentally, if either of you two kids read this, the boy or the girl, God bless you both. I sincerely hope you each have a long and enjoyable life.

PEACE!

It is hot mama!

It is hotter than a three dollar pistol out there in the world. Especially here in southern Oklahoma, and in southern Arizona, it is more than just hot, it is brutal. My brother John out there, has no air in one end of his house. Hopefully, it will be fixed really soon.

PEACE!!!