By Jove Ain’t Technology wonderful;

 How crazy is that to have an active office program. It pays to look in the right places now if I can get an active internet connection I would be in the berries. Haha, I thought one time that it was a given to have internet, then it was patchy, sketchy internet with the screech of a dial tone and the looming geek geek sound as the internet provider was accessed threw the melodious sounds, Wow this new connection, that is slower than the original gee whiz but I have internet. I know I took it for granted and thought “My how easy it is to surf the net, take a look at email, and to Facebook, Twitter, and watch youtube videos like they were just there…always. Now with the shut down and ending of farm season the free surfing is over until the next wi- fi hook up is scanned and gleaned. I could find my own provider at a highly exorbitant cost for very limited service but will just wait until free comes back. I know the owners sometime and sometime work out a small stipend for using the internet. Another way to stay unnoticed in my day to day living in the deserted areas of our community.

Team Life - Mission 1: Commitment 09/07 by Navy SEAL Blog Talk Radio | Motivation Podcasts

Team Life - Mission 1: Commitment 09/07 by Navy SEAL Blog Talk Radio | Motivation Podcasts

No more starbucks, NO MORE STARBUCKS, NO MORE STARBUCKS, NO MORE STARBUCKS, NO MORE

      You get the general idea the company has chosen to sit on the fence, they wont tell you to leave, they wont say you cannot come in with an open carry, constitutionally guaranteed right to have a firearm in public. If you can't take a stand for what you belive in the FUCK you and your business. Yes, it's blunt but I have gone to starbucks and patronized them from the start up day's when they first when into business. So I take it personally when I have supported them but they choose to not support me Openly, see that play on words. 

SO YEA, get off the fence or go down in flames gun owners unite like zombies on a fresh kill.  

I played along and BAM!!

I saw a lot of posts with this type of D&D reference and I thought what the heck I might as well do the same myself and Here it is:

You Are A:

Neutral Good Human Ranger (6th Level)

Ability Scores:
Strength- 14
Dexterity- 15
Constitution- 17
Intelligence- 15
Wisdom- 18
Charisma- 14
Alignment:
Neutral Good- A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. He is devoted to helping others. He works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them. Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias for or against order. However, neutral good can be a dangerous alignment when it advances mediocrity by limiting the actions of the truly capable.

Race:
Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.

Class:
Rangers- Rangers are skilled stalkers and hunters who make their home in the woods. Their martial skill is nearly the equal of the fighter, but they lack the latter's dedication to the craft of fighting. Instead, the ranger focuses his skills and training on a specific enemy a type of creature he bears a vengeful grudge against and hunts above all others. Rangers often accept the role of protector, aiding those who live in or travel through the woods. His skills allow him to move quietly and stick to the shadows, especially in natural settings, and he also has special knowledge of certain types of creatures. Finally, an experienced ranger has such a tie to nature that he can actually draw on natural power to cast divine spells, much as a druid does, and like a druid he is often accompanied by animal companions. A ranger's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that he can cast.

Give it a try yourself click here : http://www.easydamus.com/character.html

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VLOG say What!

Well what else can you do but throw out a video when you figure out after 3 years how to upload a video from your web cam. I thought I was less technically challenged.  So much for thinking :) 

Thurtday!!

It's almost the end of the month.

Close to moving and a relief to my inner spirit. I have been in a melancholy mood.Let's hope a new environment will change that and a nice nights sleep on a full size mattress. 

The whole thing should be easy

 Can you believe it, I can't I should be able to shack up with some hot chick without a worry. Oh wait maybe not, Still looking for my portable home and there isn't a lot of time. I should put an add on a singles web site and whore myself out. Naw, can't do that I have lost most of my manly good looks that I never had to old age. With the advent of lasic surgery it takes most of the seniors widows out of the equation. I still am chuckling as I type but hey it's Sunday, warm and dammit I have been sober for too many years Have a great week  

The day of kookin'

Today was cooking day, went through and made the Friendship bread I have been feeding for the past 10+ day's I lost count and forgot about the two day's for the weekend Saturday and Sunday. I whipped up one of many versions of Amish Friendship bread. This version didn't have pudding in it, good thing because I didn't have any instant pudding. I used up the cinnamon that had been in the tribal cupboard since 2006, A few eggs and the flour that has been in stock, The bread came out ok, I made it in a bunt cake pan, because duh I lost track of time and had wheat bread rising in the window in the only two bread pans that there are. I think the stock of Amish starter will be a great addition to the cupboard, This is the start of a weekend that could be fun if things can get put into motion. The Blues untapped concert are in the fairgrounds, Walla walla balloon stampeed, pasco farmers market could and should be a show to see. Will let you know.  

Mini Van, cara van, out and?

 Out and about should be what I am doing but ney, I am not. I am sitting in a chair with ass imprints in it. I made some cookies yesterday, not cookies as I posted but DOG biscuits. I thought they were good, hence I ate tooooo....many. I will not do that again or drink all 12 cups of coffee and the two left over from yesterday. Pssshhh...t who am I foolin' you know damn well I will be drinking that an more in the future, I am an adult I can do what ever I want to. HA!! Now if things were as they should I would like to be out at the pot holes reservoir http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Potholes_Reservoir fishing for chrome trout fresh out of the hatchery or if I am lucky some good ol' perch they are fun to catch. http://www.parks.wa.gov/parks/?selectedpark=Potholes is where we went the first time. It was 1974 and we had just gotten a brand spankin' new Tioga motor home with a 360 automatic that would hold 6 people from Baydo's trailer sales in down town Kennewick on avenue C. You know the good ol' boy's they did a fine job of setting us up with a nice motor trailer with all the amenities, a in house crapper and genuine propane stove with a full sized fridge. The unit got all decked out via JC penny's and Montgomery wards. With a few incidentals from Earnst hardware. I loved dreaming of the day we would get the buggy on the road and spent some of my hard earned money on a John Denver 8 track tape for road music on our adventure. Our first trip on the year and maiden voyage of the new Green and lime trimmed white Tioga was to the pothole's to catch trout on the season opener. We were all decked out with worms, corn and Meps lures.  We stopped by the old Thrifty market for the small Miller bears in the tiny 8 ox. bottles for mom and grandma to sip on when they reached the shores and some NeHi sodas for me. Walt my step grandfather was a cheap booze in the 5th type guy that would wipe him out in one or two shooters and ice. When it came to fishing though the old Polock knew how to catch fish. He would always be the first one to hook something even if it was a "trash" fish. The old pole caught the first fish alright and it wasn't the trout that was bragged about for weeks leading up to the trip but PERCH, the trash fish and they wouldn't stay off the hook. When my mom was growing up and my Grandpa Berggy would hang out at the Tri city yacht club my mom would catch sun fish crappy and perch off the dock while Berggy would throw back some gin and tonic's.  They were the most fun fish for my mom to catch and catch them she did at the pot holes reservoir we had a large ice chest full by the end of the weekend and being on a limited income it was a welcome addition to the freezer. We skinned and filleted all the fish and put the Caracas in two five gallon buckets, the flesh fillets we bagged and sealed for freezing. But the hylight was the battering a deep frying of a full platter of fried potato's and those perch fillets. The weather was spring a blustery afternoon, rain in the evening, bright sun breaks threw out the day. It was an adventure, my first motorcoaching, fishing and desert living. I go back on occasions and of late I would long to go.........soon hopefully sooon   

Some day's you?

 There are some day's you feel just outside the shitter. Well today is one of those day's for me. I feel outside, removed. I shouldn't I got all excited and mixes up the Amish friendship bread brew that still has four day's till it's done and proceeded to go forth and make some dog cookies. Yes, I know cookies are cookies but I was watching Garden fork on youtube and they made dog cookies with a baked sweet potato. They were easy to make a cup of this a cup of that so I say's to myself that I need to make some. I did they came out great, I used a can of yam's that had been in the pantry for a few years but was not out of date. I had gone to the food bank one day to take my daughter, My friend runs it but isn't the manager. She had asked me once before to come in and volunteer a bit of time and I had but not a lot. My daughter got into a bit of trouble for having a cell phone in class or the hall or some silly thing that children will do in the age of not being able to live life without doing something or talking all the time. I decided and her mom had no say that the day's she was suspended from school she would be at the food bank working and she did like a champ, she woke up early and went in with me to work and my friend said she enjoyed it. On the last day there were to many things in the trough that couldn't be used. One big tub of cans that were bent and dent, due to the risk of someone being sued they couldn't be given out to the patron's. I took all that was offered. I have spent enough time to understand what could be safe and what couldn't and assume the risk. The can's that were questionable I would make up a soup for the turkey. Now without a turkey or anything else the extras were disposed of and it wasn't much a few cans that were left. Anyway the cookies came out good, very taste almost as if they were people food and they could be if I had added a little honey or agave. But like anything I make or cook or wish to share with the tribe it isn't appreciated. It is looked down on because it didn't come from a clown head or from under the golden arches. I will be glad to get into a place were my space is mine and there will be no one to answer too. 

Bit o'Ruckus

Bit of a ruckus across the state in the Seattle area last evening 1 May 13, looks like the Anarchists were doing their bit to say hey no immigration limitation or legislation. They are met with many a new challenge's in destructive protesting, Seems the Seattle police department has their own bag of tricks, new tactic's that scared the on air news casters to the after life a few seconds at a time. Watching the sedate but yet violent tactics on both sides still doesn't make one or the other right just doing what the feel is for the better good. I was at the WTO riots and I do mean riots in 1999 out on the streets, I wasn't a police office or protester, I had gone over to make some quick high paying cash doing a custom carpentry job. while staying at my uncle denny's I got a call from an old employer looking for me. He wanted to know if my uncle could reach me and relay that he had three day's of work for me if I wanted it as downtown security for a few of the more affluent customers his firm contracted with. Being I was right there in town,I took the job, I was there anyway and had the custom cabinets well on the way to completion. In those early day's of protest there were a lot of violent and aggressive protesters. With molitovs being served up by masked bandit's. I had no feeling for the cause or the why of the protests, I didn't care who the protesters where. I took my job seriously and tried my best to keep the property's I was working with from the least amount of damage I could. Being a aggressive type of person and seeing that the situation would be getting worse as the day progressed there was little to do but wait the day's out. I kept most away, made sure the plywood was fastened steady and moved along from place to place in what seemed a tiring and endless circle. I watched many get arrested, watched boots to ribs and clashes that were provocateur and punisher, many received what they had coming to them on both sides there were no innocent's in this political battle.

 I watched the movers and shakers who did show up not have a clue  or understanding of what was going on, who wanted or didn't want. They had their head up their...s and were only concerned with what someone else was going to do. Without question watching last night the bicycle brigade was effective but no affective as could be if horses were used. Pepper spray was used, flash bangs were used. As in previous skirmishes scare and disperse as apposed to tear gas and sheer force. A wall of bicycles is no match for a large crowd, a large horse is more of a match to move people but in today's budgets horses are no longer in the mix. Too expensive to keep, too costly to train and feed. We have become a society of city people in the city you would expect that. But dammit this is still the Northwest the farthest west in the United States you can go an by god damn they should have  horses for crowd control. They did in 99 and in 13 they had bicycles pshhhtt..

 I took the job in 99 and don't feel bad, I watched and learned and now I see and know not to take a job like that again. Unless they start paying by the head Dead or Alive for protesters and looters. 

 Have a great day in the snow or shine 

       Will we as a society, a nation, let our freedom be taken?

Beautiful April fools day 1

It is a beautiful April foods day at a whopping 76* outside, Spring has sprung and the little flowers are peaking out of the ground. The frost giants still come at night most day's of the week and wreak havoc on the young buds trying in the early day to grow into strong plant and bearing tree's. I like this time of year it is new, a time for renewal of the season and step into the summer where fruits and vegetables will pop forth to feed those who are hungry. This is the time where the cute young animals come about from their winter birth and fatten on the lush green grasses and flowers. I would love to own more pets or should I say own pets again. To have the acreage to raise a few cow's and chickens and you might have guessed it at least one dog.   I am partial to labs black,chocolate,yellow, golden they are all faithful and will be your best friend without a question to who you are or what you have done. I had a great lab Bourbon, he was dumb as a rock when I got him with little training but the desire to please that and self gratification to screw anything with canine origin. he lives for 15 years by my side day in and day out. Knowing when tough times were upon us, not just the times when he got a bowl of rice or oatmeal but the feeling you have when you get down. Bourbon wasn't a lay about he worked for a living by hunting. He would spend his day's protecting the house or yard and on the weekday's we could hunt he was eager to make his way into the truck head held high looking about at the passing scenery. I took Bourbon everywhere, he went elk hunting and deer hunting with us waiting patiently in the truck till we would return. When I came back to live in the TC I would take him early morning to hunt birds. Although he was getting up in age he would wag his tail as we approached open country he could smell the wheat and sagebrush and knew where we were and what we were going to be doing. Spry as a deer he would hop out of the truck and spring in the air from clump of sage to another looking, smelling, hunting the thing he loved to do, Many a day there would be nothing but on those choice day's where the birds were flush he would poing point and goded the sitting or running birds into the air. He would chastise me with a mournful look of displeasure when my shot would miss or the bird was so wary from having been dogged before. It was a beautiful sight to see the dog work, in the early morning, sun riding above the fields and the silhouette of a red dog bounding in the air. Of a sunrise I think of those moments back in those day's and the feel of a worn out, wet dog laying with his head on my leg all the way home. Bourbon is a memory of friendship and unconditional love a dog owner keeps in his heart for day's like this. Those day's where you need a dog. 

Happy Day of Easter,

 The long day of the past is just that past. I used to wake up early in the morning to hide eggs and lovingly put baskets out for my daughter. Now I don't see her and she is a teen I haven't been so lucky to experience the Easter thing lately but what a great time we had. When I was little my mom and neighbor lady Gma Vi and occasionally my real Grandmother Edna would start with the egg dying on the day before Easter using the little box of dyes or i tubes to make all the eggs a rainbow of colors. I would try to make them as creative as I could, we would use soap to put names on a few eggs, the special ones. Then wax to make the contrast lines in the eggs. We would laugh as the small kitchen would fill with steam from the boiling egg water. Many a years the Easter season would fall on a time where the nights were brisk to freezing a few years the bright eggs and baskets would be hidden in light snow or in the torrent of wind and spring rains. My mom was creative she could cut hair, draw and paint she would spend time crocheting. When she hid eggs she was definitely creative, There would be eggs in the trees, on bushes, in cans and on window sills. Her baskets oh her baskets I will always be thankful for the baskets. She made them personal, putting in things that she new I liked or would appreciate, some years they were abundant other leaner years they contained more handmade things. They would have candy and peeps because we all know peeps are a food group not candy. The baskets would be wrapped in material not cellophane like baskets today. Once the baskets and eggs were collected we would head off to church, St.Pauls where the lady's would all be dressed in their finest and HATS, Oh goodness the hats they would be big and small, gaudy with feathers, birds, fruit you name it and many just pill box hats with the mesh that the older women wore. Always pinching cheeks and wanting to give the cute little boy a peck with red lipstick that would not come off. My mom was and outcast, not married and with a child, Sickly and on welfare. Many of the lady's were sooo nice on the outside till doughnuts and coffee was served in the church basement, then the little did you see or did you hears would be whispered. Funny as an adult and think back I know it is just words and just said because at one time my mother was a business owner and did all the ladys from the churches hair,as well as many of the "society" in the Tri Cities, My great grandfather a large contractor, was the main contributor and builder of St.Pauls episcopal church building the church for free, why because that was the type of man he was. 

I tried to follow in her  footsteps, my moms, I would go from bus stop to store to store to bus stop and find the personal things that would make up her basket and wrap it like my mom in material found at St.Vincents or Goodwill all pretty. One year I found a fishing pole, "Scooby Doo" for my daughter her favorite cartoon, she liked it at the time but I didn't have the money for it. So by the time Easter came around I had done enough odd jobs to get it. Her eyes were so bright when she found it hidden in the swing chair on the porch. She immediately wanted to go fishe' being a sunday I had no way to take her. The folks I was staying with Louise and Bob were more than happy to take us down to the kid's pond off of the Columbia it just so happened to be opening day,The pond full of trout raised and released for the hook of young anglers and seniors we fit both descriptions. We loaded uncle Bob and his wheel chair into the family truckster with my daugher and Louise at the wheel. They had made a nice ramp for wheel chair access and Bob a gifted fisherman set the hook his first cast. My daugher and I sitting down the bank were watching the bobber with fever, humming and singing the easter tune here fissy fissy..... The bobber went down, the pole was gripped and my childs eyes and face looked like they would explode she was so excited as the fish broke water and the real on trusty Scooby doo came off and fell in the water. I gave it a mad dash and saved the pole and in came the first fish my baby girl caught. I was so proud of her so young and so excited. Those memories live in my memory, in the past as if it was today, now 

The Mule Cart of internet speed:

 The head mulesstres determined that she needed faster internet and more Wi-Fi out to her woman cave. Her woman cave can easily be discribed as the hording cave. the piles and piles of STUFF is outrageous. There is as much stuff in the once mobile office as some smaller dollar stores. The internet choice for router is a Cisco, the thing is a piece of junk made in the factory of some Asian country by a child who couldn't put together legos, It wont stay logged on to the wireless unit supplied by Clear, thats a new improved name for Clear Wire that operated on cell towers throughout the area. The Clear unit is sketchy at best with the spring sun bouncing off of the tower. I haven't had a real connection to a fast internet since college many ears ago when the fastest computers were 1. gig. I spend a lot of time on the internet, I do a few simple classes but most are video classes and when the internet is sketchy it's like a skip video, Nothing is simple in the world of electronics here at the tribe you must keep up with the hoes on the street. Lets hope that the problem will sort itself out and soon.  

Facebook education:

1. If you can get arrested for hunting or fishing without a license, but not for being in the country illegally,… you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.

2. If you have to get your parents permission to go on a field trip or take an aspirin in school, but not to get an abortion,… you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.

3. If you have to show identification to board an airplane, cash a check, buy liquor, or check out a library book, but not to vote, … you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.

4. If the government wants to ban stable, law-abiding citizens from owning gun magazines with more than ten rounds, but gives 20 F-16 fighter jets to the crazy new leaders in Egypt, you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.

5. If, in our largest city, you can buy "two" 16-ounce sodas, but not a 24-ounce soda because 24-ounces of a sugary drink might make you fat,… you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.

6. If an 80-year-old woman and 3 yr old child can be stripped searched by the TSA, but a woman in a hijab is only subject to having her neck and head searched,… you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.

7. If your government believes that the best way to eradicate trillions of dollars of debt is to spend trillions more,… you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.

8. If a seven year old boy can be thrown out of school for saying his teacher is cute, but hosting a sexual exploration or diversity class in grade school is perfectly acceptable, … you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.

9. If children are forcibly removed from parents who discipline them with spankings while children of addicts are left in filth and drug infested homes…, you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.

10. If hard work and success are met with higher taxes and more government intrusion, while not working is rewarded with EBT cards, WIC checks, Medicaid, subsidized housing, and free cell phones,… you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.

11. If you pay your mortgage faithfully, denying yourself the newest big screen TV while your neighbor buys iPhones, TVs and new cars, and the government forgives his debt when he defaults on his mortgage,… you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.

12. If being stripped of the ability to defend yourself makes you more safe according to the government,… you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.

Slant Eyeded Suomi Today:

 I look like I was prison raped, my eyes are as puffy and filled in as you can get almost to the point that I cannot see, would be so nice to take something that works to clear it up. Looks like the allergy's are kicking in from adding in the new heat  pump and furnace to keep up with the Joneses. One of the tribes buddy's had their heat pump go up in smoke and boom they had a new one installed for about 6 grand, So the head of house asked the tribes son in-law who happens to be in that business and la la la a new heat pump was procured and installed half assedly for you guessed it less, bragging rites all around. There wasn't anything really wrong with the other heat pump but it was older and not as pretty, it also will be more efficient with a new one. Funny thing about efficiency the tribal pill box hat lady had the son in-law put in a new thermostat a few months previously it was a big bells and whistles type that would allow the HP to come on when folks were home, off when no one was about and keep the unit more efficient. Well the first electric bill boom and mind you it hadn't been HOT but warm the bill was a whopping 250 bucks. now while they were away vacationing I turned the pump off which took 3 weeks of HP electricity off the bill and popped it down to a respectable 75 bucks. So when the bill came and the son in-law found out how to lock the thermostat so little pill box could no longer turn down the AC to sub arctic temperatures the bill became manageable. As a Hanford worker aka government funded slush budget, pill box was used to sitting in her little trailer in the desert and hogging the AC  in the arctic temps while it raged in the 100's outside. Granted that is hot but it carried over into the real life house where money isn't infinite and the cost of electricity is going up 3+ percent yearly I will not feel sorry for her going from 100 grand a year for checking in one to three water trucks a day, working upwards to and hour and a half in a eight hour day. For the sequester is hitting soon and she will be furloughed unable to find another job and quit the gravy she is making until recalled back to work. I will say pill box is just smart enough or has friends who have been able to find a way to scam her way out of it. She earlier had her ears checked and put on a show of how she couldn't hear funny that she can hear normal conversation 30 feet away if she want to with the TV, computer and ambient noise but if there is a partial disability she was able to qualify for she took it and the money L&I gave her 15 grand. Funny she doesn't wear the hearing aids she was given, topping a bill of 4 grand for the fancy ones with free battery's for life paid for by the State. Recently she tried to pull a heart problem, causing shortness of breath, she was sent to a large hospital in a major city for surgery to correct it and poof she didn't have any problem like she was indicating when put under stressful lab conditions, After 4 hours of trying to repeat the problem on the operating table she was diagnosed healthy  In the last month she went in and told them her shoulder hurt, gee if your nearing 55 and you have a weight problem, don't exercise and drink pop like it is running out of a faucet you might have some health problems adding in diabetics from sweets and the pop. months before when she was being asked to work,  meaning she had to load a bag of laundry, one bag up to 25 lbs. into her truck once a week with coveralls to keep you clean in a dusty environment semi radio active area and hang them up when you got there, put the full laundry basket back in the truck and bring it back to the office when you come back so it can be picked up by the laundry company. Humm...seems she was injured and needed physical therapy to help her injury. she was given exercises to recover and with the union insurance,her insurance, her husbands insurance they didn't see it as work related. Now months later she heard of the unpaid furlough that was going to be implemented and her should er hurt so bad she surely must need surgery. Surgery was scheduled, so she went into HR to set up he L&I for another partial disability and on the job injury and poof she hadn't filed from the onset of the injury so no L&I. But of course there are resources to help get the L&I clam filed once the surgery was done. Surgery is done, she came home with a little bursitis and little shoulder calcium deposit, she was given this slick mechanical chair that moves your arm and shoulder joint automatically, like I said slick, do you think she used it? well yes she did almost 60 minutes out of her 18 hours that was recommended by the physical therapist, How do I know well the little gizmo that set's repetitions  time, arm, movements marked on her it keeps record of how and how long she actually used it, indicated by the tech that brought out the chair. she was up for 3 hours of chair use each day dispersed evenly in 30 minute time frames. She FAILED. so now she is still timing it so she may be able to get the L&I money while she isn't getting paid by her job courtesy of the suggestion by Obama to cut the budget. Funny how this Hanford project has been on the forefront of a big money pit but after staying with someone who is a lifer out there I now know why the cost's are so high, Easily we can all figure it out if 20% of the union employees go threw all the trouble to get a disability, I mean shoot when I was working out there you wouldn't be hired unless you could lift 100 lbs. and work a full shift, Now if it's over 25 lbs you need two people to move something or call in a laborer, In the past you needed to go threw a background check were they even asked if you had any injury's, they asked your neighbors if you had been injured as a child,if you were a malcontent or drunkard. Here I have kidney cancer, I have taken to a natural treatment, I was born with a congenital heard defect. But yet I was in the hot spots as a young man and I cannot for the life of me claim it came from the job I had for a few short months out in the Hanford area. I signed a statement that I knew the risks, I don't have insurance, never had. Others must have the free ride syndrome and in the end all of us will pay for it. 

I Don't read Chineseee....

 I have been pouring over aaalll...the information available in Blogger and Google help. Yea, help just isn't what it appears to be. I cannot seem to find a way to add an RSS feed or any other link to my blog to allow others to subscribe? I have gone to RSS and other sight's to find a link to add into the basic HTML this blog template is made up of. Not as if I know what I am doing but I was giving it a shot in the dark. I haven't been able to add to the format with the simple links they have suggested the DOES NOT COMPLY came up on more than one occasion. Threw due diligence I  might be able to find the third shooter in the grassy Knowles and add it. I could add the Google + into the blog that would be the easiest but it changes the who picture of who I am and what my blog was meant to be. About me but also the area I live who the hell really want's to know any more about me..   Like I said in a previous post I just add the URl to a reader or in this case with reader soon to be discontinued the subscription on Blogger. It is a pain and takes up time to go to so many hoops to add it boils down to is it worth it. I felt it did but I have time, my busy schedule isn't busy.

Any way here is a nice view of the valley on a nice overcast day.

  

No longer a cherry:

 I finally have had visitors to my blog thank you for the comments and plugs, Wow, I have been following many blogs but didn't subscribe to them, with the quick availability of Google reader but with the soon to be deleted offering I finally figured out how to subscribe to the Blogs I read DUH, Previously I just added and added. I enjoy reading, I enjoy other peoples opinion and view on the world as we live in it. I want to thank those who have dropped by, I am not very diligent in posting but try to fit in a quip or two. 
 I have been on a quest for new dig's the stress of living on a couch, not feeling comfortable and the entrapment with the lack of transportation is causing tourettes to rage in my head. I am not a smart man....but I do know what I have been doing to make myself well, to heal from major illness and without much help for the medical community, If I had the assets to run to the doctor like some in the tribe with  sniffle or a crossed bowel movement I still wouldn't be that dependent on doctors. 
 I know there is a tint of jealousy in my heart for the ones who have those mean's but not for some tribe members who work for government agency that couldn't get a ticket to ride the short bus. They have their union protected job based on gender not skill or qualification, yet they spend months on end looking for a way to injure themselves to get on disability. If I made 120 G a year and worked most of the day playing Facebook games on my Iphone I don't think I would be so hesitant to leave the plate of biscuits and gravy my job provided. That and the I know more about nothing than you do. Life is a learning experience every day, these day's the examples I have seen I can now say I know why many children in our area have cancer as well as many in my 40 something age group simply from the clock punchers that work in the Hanford works project. 
 Enough rant, thank you all who have read my blog as trivial as it is and to those who have commented. 

What a great obit it seams to represent the man. 

Harry Weathersby Stamps

December 19, 1932 -- March 9, 2013

Long Beach

Harry Weathersby Stamps, ladies' man, foodie, natty dresser, and accomplished traveler, died on Saturday, March 9, 2013.

Harry was locally sourcing his food years before chefs in California starting using cilantro and arugula (both of which he hated). For his signature bacon and tomato sandwich, he procured 100% all white Bunny Bread from Georgia, Blue Plate mayonnaise from New Orleans, Sauer's black pepper from Virginia, home grown tomatoes from outside Oxford, and Tennessee's Benton bacon from his bacon-of-the-month subscription. As a point of pride, he purported to remember every meal he had eaten in his 80 years of life. 

The women in his life were numerous. He particularly fancied smart women. He loved his mom Wilma Hartzog (deceased), who with the help of her sisters and cousins in New Hebron reared Harry after his father Walter's death when Harry was 12. He worshipped his older sister Lynn Stamps Garner (deceased), a character in her own right, and her daughter Lynda Lightsey of Hattiesburg. He married his main squeeze Ann Moore, a home economics teacher, almost 50 years ago, with whom they had two girls Amanda Lewis of Dallas, and Alison of Starkville. He taught them to fish, to select a quality hammer, to love nature, and to just be thankful. He took great pride in stocking their tool boxes. One of his regrets was not seeing his girl, Hillary Clinton, elected President.

He had a life-long love affair with deviled eggs, Lane cakes, boiled peanuts, Vienna [Vi-e-na] sausages on saltines, his homemade canned fig preserves, pork chops, turnip greens, and buttermilk served in martini glasses garnished with cornbread. 

He excelled at growing camellias, rebuilding houses after hurricanes, rocking, eradicating mole crickets from his front yard, composting pine needles, living within his means, outsmarting squirrels, never losing a game of competitive sickness, and reading any history book he could get his hands on. He loved to use his oversized "old man" remote control, which thankfully survived Hurricane Katrina, to flip between watching The Barefoot Contessa and anything on The History Channel. He took extreme pride in his two grandchildren Harper Lewis (8) and William Stamps Lewis (6) of Dallas for whom he would crow like a rooster on their phone calls. As a former government and sociology professor for Gulf Coast Community College, Harry was thoroughly interested in politics and religion and enjoyed watching politicians act like preachers and preachers act like politicians. He was fond of saying a phrase he coined "I am not running for political office or trying to get married" when he was "speaking the truth." He also took pride in his service during the Korean conflict, serving the rank of corporal--just like Napolean, as he would say.

Harry took fashion cues from no one. His signature every day look was all his: a plain pocketed T-shirt designed by the fashion house Fruit of the Loom, his black-label elastic waist shorts worn above the navel and sold exclusively at the Sam's on Highway 49, and a pair of old school Wallabees (who can even remember where he got those?) that were always paired with a grass-stained MSU baseball cap. 

Harry traveled extensively. He only stayed in the finest quality AAA-rated campgrounds, his favorite being Indian Creek outside Cherokee, North Carolina. He always spent the extra money to upgrade to a creek view for his tent. Many years later he purchased a used pop-up camper for his family to travel in style, which spoiled his daughters for life. 

He despised phonies, his 1969 Volvo (which he also loved), know-it-all Yankees, Southerners who used the words "veranda" and "porte cochere" to put on airs, eating grape leaves, Law and Order (all franchises), cats, and Martha Stewart. In reverse order. He particularly hated Day Light Saving Time, which he referred to as The Devil's Time. It is not lost on his family that he died the very day that he would have had to spring his clock forward. This can only be viewed as his final protest. 

Because of his irrational fear that his family would throw him a golf-themed funeral despite his hatred for the sport, his family will hold a private, family only service free of any type of "theme." Visitation will be held at Bradford-O'Keefe Funeral Home, 15th Street, Gulfport on Monday, March 11, 2013 from 6-8 p.m. 

In lieu of flowers, the family asks that you make a donation to Mississippi Gulf Coast Community College (Jeff Davis Campus) for their library. Harry retired as Dean there and was very proud of his friends and the faculty. He taught thousands and thousands of Mississippians during his life. The family would also like to thank the Gulfport Railroad Center dialysis staff who took great care of him and his caretaker Jameka Stribling. 

Finally, the family asks that in honor of Harry that you write your Congressman and ask for the repeal of Day Light Saving Time. Harry wanted everyone to get back on the Lord's Time. 

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Long before Juan de Fuca passed through the straits in 1592, there were dozens of Indian tribes who pursued their livelihood by fishing, gathering roots and berries, harvesting shellfish and hunting in the area which was to become Washington State. The Yakama Tribes occupied nearly 17,000 square miles of this area. Their land extended from the summits of the Cascades on the west to the Palouse area of the Columbia Basin on the east. The northern border extended into British Columbia, and the southern border into Northern Oregon. Within this area there were many small tribes and bands of Indians possessing a similar way of life.

In the summer of 1855, a Treaty Council was convened at Walla Walla, and the Yakama Tribes were pressured to cede 16,900 square miles for a reservation of 1,875 square miles and reserved rights and guarantees.

In 1988, Congress passed the Indian Gaming Regulatory Act establishing a legal basis for the right to conduct gaming on reservation land.

Facebook a place to learn and socialize, Look what I found a bit of history and it is exiting to read the simple way humans have progressed.

An interesting history lesson for all of you.

They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to pee in a pot and then, once a day, it was taken and sold to the local tannery. If you had to do this to survive, you were 'piss poor'.

Worse than this were the truly poor folks who couldn't even afford to buy a pot. They 'didn't have a pot to piss in' and were the lowest of the low.

In the 1500's, many people got married in June. They took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June, well as good as anyone who hasn't bathed in a month could smell. Brides began to carry bouquets of flowers to help mask their body odor on their big day. Hence the custom is today to walk down the aisle with a bouquet of flowers.

Baths consisted of a large tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of taking a bath in nice, clean, hot water. His bath was followed by the rest of the men in the house. After the men, the women were allowed to bathe, followed by the children. Last to be bathed were the babies of the household. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. And thus, the saying "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water" was born.

Houses had thatched roofs piled high with thick straw and no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (such as mice) lived in the roof. When it rained, it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Thus the saying "It's raining cats and dogs" came to be.

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house due to poor construction. This posed a real problem in bedrooms where bugs and other droppings could mess up a nice clean bed and ruin a good night's sleep. Beds began to be made with large posts on every corner. Large sheets were dropped across the posts and offered a small amount of protection. And that folks is the humble beginnings of the canopy bed.

The floor was nothing more than dirt. Only the truly wealthy had anything different. Hence the saying 'dirt poor'.

The wealthy had slate floors that were incredibly slippery when wet and especially in the Winter. They began to spread straw (thresh) on the floor to help keep their footing. As Winter wore on, they added more and more until when the door was opened, it all began to spill outside. Wood was soon placed in the entrance way to contain the thresh. Hence the term 'thresh hold'.

(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)

In the old, old days, people cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle over a fire. Every day the fire was lit, and items were added to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not have much meat. They would eat stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. And so began the rhyme "Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold. Peas porridge in the pot nine days old."

Sometimes people were able to obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that the man could "bring home the bacon."

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leak into the food which inevitably caused death by lead poisoning. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for some 400 odd years, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Lead cups were used to drink ale and whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for days. When the bodies were found, they were taken home and prepared for burial, then placed upon the kitchen table. The family would gather together and partake in food and drink while waiting to see if the person would wake up or if they were actually dead. Thus the tradition of holding a wake was created.

In england, the graveyards were crowded and ran out of space for new occupants. People began to dig up the graves, the the bones to a bone house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, many were found to have scratch marks on the inside indicating that the person had been buried alive. Upon this discovered changing were made in the burial process. A string was tied around the wrist of the corpse which lead up through the coffin and was connected to a small bell above the ground. Someone would have to sit in the graveyard all night to listen for the bell, hence the term graveyard shift. This allowed those who were buried alive to be "saved by the bell" and they were considered 'dead ringers'.

Now, tell me again how history is boring

Little Buddy is out for the count:

 One of the tribal pet's came home with a chunk of dog missing. Who knows what happened to him he was over at the neighbors wandering in the garage with his leader. Leader found the gnarly gouge and came in to call the vet, the vet had a full booking but was able to call in back up. The buddy got four stitches and had a real bad ear infection in both ears. Ear mites and dirt will get a dog in the winter and if a dog does a lot of swimming. We have a plastic bag of medicine to give him three times a day and he is snoring like a machine gun. Now to keep him from chewing out his stitches. When he wears his cone he runs into everything and he doesn't back up when he hits a snag just sit's or stands there till it moves minutes at a time. More to come 

Oh Snap the damn vacuum:

 So the tribal member is using the vacuum and I am freaking out. I do not like the vacume it is one of the devils tools. I was tormented with the mechanical device till I no longer like the sound or look of the damn things. I like the idea of a dust free environment but hey gotta live with the sight and sound if you want to be sneeze free.  The upside to having the vacuume going is it gets the goat heads out of the carpeted areas and into the bag on the vacuume the pesky thing are everywhere and kill you when you walk around barefoot. The Goatz will sneak upon you like a plague of locust when you least expect it. They cause the dance of pain on more than one evening. I have over twenty of the bastards on the side table, I pick them up on a daily basis lol crazy

By Hand,

This magazine looks colorful and informative, It was recommended by another blog, Food in a jar She is one of the contributing writers who add another subject to the magazine Food, Sewing,crafts, crocheting are just a few of the fun thing this mag seems to be sharing in their first issue, Here is a free sample: 

http://issuu.com/byhandmagazine/docs/issue1/72

Enjoy 

Fishsticks....

 As the cat jumps onto the sink my simple thought is gun "BANG" or at least an airsoft gun to buzz the little bastards because it would be too expensive to taizzz them. I am sure training a kat is not so hard to do but if you spoil the motherfuckers you can't get them to do a damn thing. 

Bruces First Condom:

My First Condom,I recall my first time with a condom. I was 14, I went in to buy a packet of condoms at Parchen's pharmacy. In those days it took a lot of guts to go in a store and ask for that kind of item because everyone in town knew me and there was no doubt the young lady (I think her name was Nola) knew what they were for.She was working as an assistant behind the counter, and she could see that I was really embarrassed by the whole procedure. She handed me the package and asked if I knew how to wear one.I honestly answered, 'No, not really.' So she unwrapped the package, took one out and slipped it over her thumb. She cautioned me to make sure it was on tight and secure.I apparently still looked confused. So, she looked all around the store to see if it were empty. It was. 'Just a minute,' she said, and walked me into the back room, unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She unhooked her bra and laid it aside. 'Do these excite you?' She asked. Well, I was so dumb-struck that all I could do was stand there with my mouth open and nod my head. She then said it was time to slip the condom on. As I was slipping it on, she dropped her skirt, removed her panties and lay down on a desk. 'Well, come on', she said, 'We don't have much time.'So I climbed on her. It was so wonderful that, unfortunately, I could no longer hold back and KAPOW, I was done within a few moments. She looked at me with a bit of a frown. 'Did you put that condom on?' she asked. I said, 'sure did,' and held up my thumb to show her.Then she beat the shit out of me....Women have always been hard for me to figure out..

Google N Facebook KILL ME:

 The two giant's are killing me today as they have for the past week they can not seem to get into sink with each other. The stuttering and lag time could be from the new router the tribe put in but Hmm...I know not where the heart of the problem lies. I have been trying to read my Google reader and post a picture but Crap. February 2 is the start of Chinese New Year celebrations. Celebrate with me virtually, It being the year of the snake I should be in the green and golden in the luck department. I should consult the gods and see what is really in store for me. I sit and watch the interwebs move as slow as when I first discovered it. The new router that has been installed is not worth the plastic it was made with. You can't feed four kid's on one tit, and that is what is going to the dogs with this wi fi network that has been set up. Too many folks trying to use x amount of band width. The thinking that newer is better is not necessarily the case. The old wi fi Router wasn't doing that bad a job but instead of using what was working the tribe must keep up with the Joneses to be better and have the best. I find it funny but the bread winner is out on convalescent leave. But yet she didn't have anything that would keep her from doing her job. She just doesn't want to work just look for an angle to not have to work even if it takes getting a doctor ok surgery and commit bodily harm just to get out of working and possibly get a bit of money from the government for a partial disability. The scam is good especially when you have been screwing the project you have been working through the union. You get moved from job to job even though you aren't qualified for the job. The whole project is a waste of taxpayers money. From the inception the project has been extended and made to be a long term project. You can't even bend over to tie your shoes how is it you are actually doing a job good enough to be paid for. Hanford is a waste of money and will be unless it is taken out of the union labor pool and put into the hands of management that can accomplish a task.  

Postage Due!!

 Good gravy and all that is homely, Every other package that comes from traders on Ebay don't pay the full postage. Either the scales they use are off by oh, 2.50 and some odd cent's or the postal service is off a bit on the way they charge. I don't know which, the mail chick who brings up the postage due packages and letters is kinda' cute. She has a tattoo of Camacho on her ass, a tramp that was stamped and one of a flower on her shoulder. She say's she doesn't have a boyfriend just has the dad to her four kid's staying in a trailer in the back of her dad's house in Grandview. The nose piercing on her right nostril is cute ish, it makes the eye brow piercing not so obvious and a belly button ring. She is a friendly sort, comes I am sure with public dealing's it makes you more friendly, able to deal with all sorts of people even if you don't like them. I noticed that she drives an older jeep cherokee, she at one time drove a beat up old white subaru she must be moving up in the world, both sound like crap and are in need of maintenance, they rattle along like the typical high millage vehicle being very road weary, But day after day baring sunday's and holiday's the trusty beast's carry her and her and the other mail carriers to their appointed task. I was speaking with her one day and due to their bidding she doesn't get any medical benefits or retirement. she suffers from a brain tumor and cannot get insurance. She cannot take the medication they prescribe because than she would be under the influence. She has kids but they also are only covered by state insurances which is good but shouldn't the postal service be giving their employees health insurance? I would think so but like other big businesses the government is no different. The whole postal system is going down the tubes because of mismanagement you shouldn't rob from one government agency to fund another, but that is the norm for the U.S. I used to love to go out to the mail box to see the new treasures that the postal carrier would deliver. On some day's a box of laundry soap would arrive or the new issue of Boy's Life. I would make a card and send it to my grandma or great grandparents a short distance away. We would save the Kracker Jacks tops, cereal tops, maybe a wrapper from a lolly pop and get a prize when you mailed them in and waited for the reward for all those sugary treats you had eaten. We didn't eat a lot of sugar other than those that were homemade, cookies and fudge and an occasional pie lemon or apple, in July it would be fresh cherry from the tree's at Grandma's Burgens. When I got old enough I would pick those cherry's around the 4th and wait for the peaches, plums or in the fall apples. Those were the day's when it was good to raise your own foods but didn't appreciate it like I do today. The few tomato plants would give you a meal with a piece of cheese. Now being older I want to grow my own food to fill my belly the simple vegetables that will make a meal and if dried would last a few months after the growing season. One day not to distant in the future I will do what needs to be done and make it happen. I will not just be a dreamer but a doer. 

Cry in the Wind,

 Cry in the Wind, Another free eBook from Amazon.com, the greedy devil that I am. it wasn't a bad book. I sat sipping on a cup of cheap tea. the one in the generic walmart white box. The tea was HOT not warm and it was welcome to faze the chill from being outside feeding and watering the turkey. Ms.tweety was all clucking an perting the cold 30 degree weather taking a toll on her old wing bones. I sit back in the old big blue recliner, sipping tea and reading the depressing story of a young girls life growing up abused and tormented by her own thoughts. It brought to mind the things little girls think about, and there are many. this girl from a large but very poor family, they were survivors. The father had no real drive to be any more than he was a auto body man in the early 50's and late 40's he would steal and con to get what he wanted as long as it didn't inter fear with his own personal happiness. I did reconnect with my aversion for religion with the reading of this book and can see where many have lost faith in a christian religion.

 Eventually this young lady and a few of her brothers and sisters were put into orphanages, run in strict Baptist religious order where god and the staff was punishment. With a little more street smart's which this young lady didn't have access to her life would have been a bit easier but given the year and her age it ended being more of an early tragic life that she or any young person deserves. On one incident in the book the thought of a demon possession in a young girl ended in her death, the chose not to spare the rod to exercise the demon in her. When the simple observation of the girl would have told you that she was a bit touched in the head. that not being slanderous but without the real facts of what the girl suffered from it is a generalization, May the child RIP without the sin she was condemned for. 

 In the end the child grew up to be a lovely woman, and learned to triumph over her childhood, No she didn't strike it rich or end up in a homeless shelter, nor did she end up pregnant or working on the street as a prostitute as most of the matrons at christian orphanage said would inevitably be her destiny. She had a decent and in her own words productive life and even today she helps those who have suffered persecution, abuses and turmoil in their lives. Just a simple basic review it would behoove many young women today to read the history of the past and know it is not all a one sided life that teen girls seem to be infatuated with. Good luck in reading what life has to offer. 

Cry in the Wind is available online at:

http://www.amazon.com/Cry-into-the-Wind-ebook/dp/B004V1HCQY/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1359588349&sr=8-3&keywords=Cry+in+the+Wind

Do You Read My Posts??

 If you do leave a comment and let me know I don't post consistently but hey, I do make the effort. I have been busy reading and reading more and more. Do you get the drift? I have found a few exciting books on the 30's depression on Amazon.com, 'Face the Winter Naked' in the free eBook section and they were fascinating how the man of the family had traveled so extensively through the south east trying to find work to pay his rent. His rent was due to a family member but the nagging drain on him to keep up with the bills took a turn for him to abandon his family in hopes his wife's family would provide for her and his children better than he could. He suffered from what is now survivors guilt, A WW1 veteran he had lost his buddies and would relive the tragic events leading up to their deaths in nightmares. Now PTSD is treated to airmen who's only contact with combat was to hear the planes take off. This man lived through constant attack's to the trenches and mortar attacks. Today's soldier is just as tough in a high tech world but much more cautious than those dough boy's of WW 1 who flung themselves into heavy and I mean lead filled open fields. The man made it back home and did start to repair his family and the book written by his daughter at the age of 83, and so many years latter depicted how the man in his pride and humility was able to overcome the hardships and harshness of starvation wearing out shoes and cloths but making due,riding the rails, working long and arduous days for penny's on the month. His wife a woman with 4 children taking in laundry and sewing, wet nursing a child for milk and eggs. With nothing like flour, corn meal, baking powder available but maybe once a month from the commodities exchange. I really sympathised with her plight the upswing was even with a drought situation her father in-law was a able to grow a few vegetables to offset the meager staples the government and her jobs brought in. Such is the American spirit to survive, Today I am not sure there is a survival instinct, in many circumstances there are people who make do with what they have, but in a time of tragic event's there are those marauders that do more than that which is survival, they are beyond getting food, water, and shelter. They are predators taking from those around them, raping innocents,killing those who brought no harm but became victims. A man who survives with smarts and perseverance and makes it to live a life until it is his day to die can hold his head high and face what god he believes in with a clear conscience.    

If you would like to read Face the Winter Naked here is the link:

http://www.amazon.com/Face-the-Winter-Naked-ebook/dp/B0039IT0SS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1359584799&sr=8-1&keywords=Face+the+Winter+Naked

  

Ram Rodding a Herd of Squirrels:

 When you look at the way people are taught these day's you can see the basics have been forgotten. I know the regulations put into schools are for the benefit of all. To insure that no child is left behind, But with this ideal we are leaving behind our most intelligent children. Those that excel in art are not nourished they are left to their own study, there isn't enough money to let them learn and in return our teaching staff isn't there to educate the artzy creativity in our children. There is a place for art in our lives, we use art in our own way, to ease stress to lighten our heart. In the same sense we are not allowing those who are not academically strong but no less intelligent to become what they would be, Farmers! We have gone the way of the high tech neophyte. I can't see using a shovel to make a living but I love the thought of driving a tractor, and planting, raising and selling a crop of vegetables to those who would like to eat healthy. To strive to get away from the GMO foods who cannot grow again only to wither and die, and in most cases in our own bodies. The kid who is into sports is catered too. To help them gain self esteem,there are practices, games and comradery. Parents run themselves ragged getting kids to the sporting events to make their kids into super athletes. The bottom line is so that the athletics can forge a way to collage and spare the exorbitant fees to attend collage. The same opportunity should be given to those who can grow a fine crop or a fat calf, draw a pen and ink Monet or sketch the drawing of a comic book. I would like to see more into the sciences the ability to have children learn at a younger age the principals of chemistry. But we can't do that the children have been labeled too young or not capable of learning the safety of using chemicals. 
 When I was younger a stint in the scouts was an experience that I will carry my whole life. I learned to hike in the woods, be civil minded and to build a pine wood derby. There were many other things I learned but the one that have stayed in the ol' memory box and I will cherish them. When the scouts died out I partitioned the Brotherhood of DeMolay that brought me in contact with civic leaders, taught me to solicit and earn money through hard work and fundraisers. The DeMolay were a junior version of the Masonic lodge, the leaders and business persons who made up the community I lived in. The brotherhood of DeMolay was a way to embrace more than I had been exposed to in the past, to take pride in myself and develop communication skills that I could carry with me throughout my life. It also gave me confidence to talk to people, girls and hone the respect I had previously had for my elders. These are some things that had shaped my life and I will forever hold them in my heart and sole. 

I like the night life I like to boogie:

 I sit and watch "I married and axe murderer" how fun is this old movie to watch..FUN.

I can't get over the talent that Mike Myers has and how diverse his characters are. I would like to have the ability to think and create characters like he has. The whole Scottish thing remind's me of my buddy Jimmy and how when I would wear a kilt he would call me and Englishman. Hey, English buy me a soda, Ha or a shot of tequila lol I chuckle every time. I like my kilt and I wear it well, being Scottish, Soaman, and Native I can relate to all and many not just the English, lol I was type cast.  I miss darts we would play on wednesday's and thursday's fun times not the most social group but fun all the same. 

 Another day with poor internet and the rumor of a virus from big brother. I cross my fingers and hope they straiten shit out soon. 

Great Run Seahawks:

 I sat and watched the Seahawks and Falcon's play, what a game a few poor calls by the coaching staff and a butt hurt loss by the Seahawks, I can see a lot of potential for our Tri City Dust Devil Russel Wilson who as a second baseman stepped up into a starting position to lead the NFL Seahawks as their quarterback. I Can see a bright future with many season's to come if they can hold the team together and make some good draft choices to beef up the lines. If the receivers can learn to hold onto the ball and sacrifice their body for the play we have potential.

 I slept like a champ most of the night no plague symptoms this morning and a semi rested body. Yea, for a full recovery and a new outlook for the body to match my black sole. I have been sticking to a good and healthy diet, homemade food and the right amount of what I hope is life giving water. I can't read anymore about healthy and not put it into practice. ta ta for now back later with the fallout of the day's games and exercise. 

Not good enough? Not enough traffic? Don't ask us:

 Were sorry you are not able to have tacky advertisement on your blog. You sir are not good enough for our program. We have reviewed your blog and found it distasteful and rude. Please do not contact us our decision is final. Well HA!! that's funny I just thought I would try and try and succeed is a NO in google land. I would add more to the content but meh..I do what I like when I like and how I like doesn't that sound manly. 

 On a sweeter note I have not been as sickly but my back feels like someone kicked me in the kidney's. Stretching and stretching, has not helped but the cough, solar plexus and chest from the sniffles has done a few rounds with Mike Tyson. Time to apply a fresh stick layer of hot and icy to heat the lower back up, then finish up with a few muscle relaxers to loosen up the ol' prison hyway. 

 I will attempt to make the famous youtube video Chinese rice with chicken. It would be great to video the process to compare it with others and see what they think. Someday maybe that's a dare to dream.  

No no it's perfectly normal:

 Normal sure it is, I know that the other members of the tribe went to the doctor for the nagging coughing belly aching runny nose stuffy head crossed eyes crap that is going around as of late. The oh, it's just allergy's in WINTER is crap. Don't you know it's cold and flue and plague season? Hmm..or are you just a little too short buss to figure it out. I am thinkin' short buss it is. I would like to at least feel better when school hit's the start date, and then there is bartender school first. The elder tribe member who is the most recently sick was given cough syrup with codeine and boom it didn't work, an inhaler that doesn't work, and a dose of four day's worth of antibiotic's. This has fallowed suite with what the teen and the other adult who initiated the plague into the house was given. Me meeh...I was given NOTHiNg, just a stiff upper lip and to grim and bear it. 

 I signed up for the ad aware in the blog to see if I can get any more stuff in my bank account one day. It's not like I am popular or like any one other than add spooks reads my rambling but what the hell you have to try sometimes and this is part of try. 

 The weekend is on the roll in and the Seahawks play on Sunday I believe so I am in for the win. I have chided the Hawks but have always stood by them through thick and thin.They are northwestee's and should be rooted for as all the other local and unappreciated teams of the northwest should have their names shouted from the rafters and supported. I will and shall.  

From The Time I was little:

 My current situation makes me frustrated with life but there is hope to correct what has been done and repair the damage made to me by my own body. I called about ABC bartending's class that starts once a week and get's you you servers license. I also called on classes that run concurrent on cooking and preparing meals. All these classes sound like great fun and I would really like to take them. I filled out my app for FAFSA and the barbering school, Drawback it the wearing only black, white or a combo of the two for a total of 32 weeks if I can wear those lifeless colors until I pass the State exam I will be ready to start a new career and business. 

Did ya'Drive Over With her on the BAck?

 So there is a new tractor in the house with a tiller and a bucket Oh and a blade for flattening out the driveway or clearing snow. The fella brought it all the way from Montana on his flatbed car trailer with his Chevy pick up. Nice fella'had a bit of treacherous road to travel this time of year. I also got the malware running on the computer and it has found more trojan's and sneaky stuff than I could count but hey it is working an it can even go online now so I can actually read the fine print. 

 I found a barber school that will take me and it starts soon. I think I still need my bartenders license for my shop and to get the barbering on point. I can be a Captain barber that will pour you a stiff drink a nice Shiraz or a quart of shine. Will see in the morning.  

Downloading the Latest Inoculations:

AVG,MALWARE,SPYBOT and a bunch of other stuff.

 Gee, I cannot believe all the stuff that you need and I do mean need to get rid of anything you might have caught while surfing the web. It's like you now have an STD and need to get rid of it. The biggest thing I do is try to watch the NFL games with the disagreement between FOX and DISH it is the only way to at least attempt to watch. The only free sight I have found has window after window of pop up's and it comes from Thailand. I also found out the darn game is delayed by up to 5 minutes a quarter seems lightning speed of the internet and cable isn't so lightning. I got everything downloaded for my STD protection this morning but to run it you might as well sit down it's gonna' be a while. 
 Thanks to a few smart people I can dial out on Google and actually have a phone conversation almost like you had a phone or something lolo, You only live once and I seem to be living but not as if the Mayan's were right. I also got the skinny on the Washington Stealth lacrosse team schedule and season ticket's, next up is the path to find a new set of dig's something with the well and garden I am looking for there have been a lot of animals on Craigslist and I feel I would like to have a few of the rescues as well as get the Peachness back I miss that bitch. 
 Well time to go Babysit the computer and give it a few more med's BBL

Why don't we just play quarters.

 Another time in another place that would be amusing. Right now few things are amusing, I am trying to watch the playoffs with the Seattle Seahawks and it's not really happening. Yeah, I can see the game but it is delayed by a lot. I can see scores on twitter and run's really most of the game and then you see them sorta live on the link from the net I have running in another window. 

 I got some interesting info with the look of a no service on the cell phone...yup no service and when I dial out it has a big nothing. Damn, I only made a few if any calls a month but damn I feel nakid. I shouldn't link myself to technology anyway I mean the interweeb is bad enough but shoot I hope I can scavenge my old number a lot of people have it. 

 I have killed my link to a lot of people friends and family so it is expected that I would loose it eventually am I whining why yes, I guess I am.

 Till another day...... 

Light weight....

 Yup, that's right came in at 1 a.m. and couldn't stay up to watch the Hockey game WTH? yeah, me neither but I was just too warn out from nothing. I haven't even gotten a chance to check on the score or if I have my head up my tail and have the wrong day. But I was able to check out a good game with Russia n Sweden looked good to see those teams slash it out. I had a hell of a night's sleep I kept hearing sirens,whistles, cat purring and snoring through out the night, here's the kicker it all came from ME yes, ME the one with the stuffed nose and upper respiratory infection/cold. Damn it's starting to get on my nerves let alone my drowsy mind.