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Just a former garbageman living in New Mexico selling crap to tourists and locals alike.

General Stuff

While in Santa Fe, Erin and I stopped at a playground near the mall.

Erin in Santa Fe     Erin in Santa Fe     Erin in Santa Fe     Erin in Santa Fe

Well, Nina, Andy & Debra are on their way home.  They cleaned one room while at ML’s condo, her bedroom.  Lot’s of stuff packed and ready to move out in whatever means we eventually choose.

I may be heading east sooner than I planned, which was June, just to get outta Dodge, so to speak.  There’s a Jeep thing going in Northbrook on the 6th of April that I’m interested in.  I figure to drive out there and do that with my little trailer and then load the trailer after the event and return.  This is a big freaking maybe though.  Joe, you want to go with me?  It would be a short trip.

All my meetings went well.  The first one was a shocker to the group since I usually only talk when questioned.  This time though I was getting annoyed and after 2 hours of talk about the group name and parliamentary procedure, I raised my had and asked the million dollar question; Is this group going to be registered with the state, feds, or any other agency?  The answer was no.  I then told them that all this bullshit about procedure and names are wasting my time.  Just add the city to the name and try to loosen things up a bit and screw the parliamentary  crap.  All in favor?

Dinner with Catherine and Diane last night was fun.  Early evening still, but it was nice seeing Diane again.  I see Catherine frequently, but Diane seldom.  We went to El Rialto in Las Vegas.  Alcohol was consumed in moderation but it was consumed.  I need to get together with friends in a night like that more often.

I’ve just added a new link on the right.  Messy Nessy Chic, an off-beat travel site that I found yesterday while bored and surfing.  Check it out when you get a chance.  No, I have no connection to that site, but I did enjoy the time spent on it yesterday.

For all that care, Shirley is very active lately.
She told me that she can walk.
~I told her that she can’t walk.
She said she could.
~I told her she could, but only with someone helping her.
I was told that I can help her walk.
~I said no. Not going to happen.
Why not?
~I told her she chose the wheelchair over therapy.
I did?
~Yep. You wanted to die and said no to therapy.
I did?
Why would I do that?
~I don’t know.
But I want to walk.
~If you want to walk, you have to go back to the home.
~For the therapy they offer.
How long?
~About 2, maybe 3 months.
~You can talk to Nina about this when she returns.

My life takes some strange twists.  Nina’s gone, Shirley talks.  Nina’s home, silence.  Not sure why this happens.



Today is the day.

There’s a lodger’s tax advisory board meeting today that I have to attend.  I’m going to tell the board of my efforts to join with the city board for advertising more effectively to increase tourism.

Erin and I will most likely go for a walk today, weather permitting.  She likes to explore and I like watching her explore.  I may take Whiskey with to watch over her while she explores.  Snakes are starting to appear.

Tomorrow I dine with a couple of friends.  Going to Rialto again.  I enjoy these little outings with friends that I haven’t seen in a while.  Hey Nina, Melinda is even thinking of joining us for dinner.  We haven’t seen her in forever, ya know?

Erin and I are watching SpongeBob Squarepants while I type this.  I can feel myself grow as a person with every episode.  Now, where did I hide my assault rifle?  Actually, I find that show to be quite funny in many aspects, but none of them coincide with the reasons Erin laughs at the show.

To all my friends that read this drivel daily, I thank you for your interest in my writings and stuff.  I feel you should know that I’ve been under 300 pounds now for more than a few days and while that has been temporary before, I hope this time is permanent.  Walking daily and lowering my calorie intake at the same time has worked.  My goal is 250.  Once I reach that, I will reassess my weigh and possibly move to a lower weigh as a goal.

Hey, did everyone enjoy that spider picture?  I know spiders creep most people out, but they fascinate me and while I don’t like them in my house, I enjoy watching them outdoors.

Happy Spring Everyone!



Went with Joe today to map out one of his old easements on his GPS.  The road was mostly pretty good, but there were a few sections where the low range was greatly appreciated.  The Sandovals have some truly beautiful land in their holdings.  One section was showing a lot of Indian sign.  Chert and other indicators that they were working the area in old times.

I wish I brought my Jeep camera with me.  Oh well, we’re planning another trip to a different part of the ranch soon.


Oi vey!  

A Shirley Update!

Well, she woke up this morning calling for Armand.  I came in and got her up, well before he caretaker arrived.  Covered her legs with a throw and placed her in the living room.  She asked where Armand was and why he wasn’t helping her up.  I told her he was gone, for about 5 to 10 years now.  (Shirley in quotes, me without.)

  • “Gone?  Where did he go?”
  • He’s dead Shirley.
  • “How?”
  • His body just gave out and he died.
  • “Really?”
  • Yes, he died in Santa Fe in the hospice there.
  • “Does Richie know?”
  • Yes, he knew but he’s gone too.
  • “No he’s not, I just talked to him the other day.”
  • Sorry Shirley, but he’s been gone now for about 4 years.  He had a heart attack.
  • “Why didn’t anyone tell me this?”
  • We did Shirley and that’s about when you had your first stroke.
  • “I had a stroke?”
  • You had 4 strokes, maybe more.
  • “Really?  4 strokes?  Why don’t I remember?”
  • Strokes affect your memory.
  • “I have a good memory.  I should remember all this.”
  • I guess I should go for the trifecta here.  Anita’s dead too.
  • “Good, I never liked her.  You wouldn’t have liked her either.”
  • Marylou now lives less than 30 minutes from here.
  • “I know, she lived here for a few days and you got rid of her.”
  • That you remember, but you don’t remember anything about Armand and Richie passing?
  • “Nobody told me that they died.”
  • Shit, I tell you everything, good or bad.
  • “Really?”
  • and on and on and on

What a way to start the day.  She’s still sure we never told her any of this, but she mentioned that we probably did it so as not to cause her worry.  I could go on and it could sound humorous to some, but she was truly confused and it wasn’t a fun chat.

Nina, I’m not sure how you would have handled the questions or how you had handled them in the past, but I just told the truth.

She’s planning on joining me for dinner tuesday evening at Rialto.  I may just stay home if she insists on coming.

She’s reading now and seems to enjoy the activity.  I like talking to her, but it still bothers me that she’s so confused.



Well, not really, but at night when it counts, I’m A L O N E!  I have the entire bed to myself.  I will be the only one snoring in the room.  I can stretch out and flop my arm in any direction without hitting anyone.  A.L.O.N.E.

Nina is eastward bound.  Heading to Chicago to clean ML’s landfill with Andy and Debra.  Debra?  Are you wondering who Debra is?  To bad, I’m not telling you if you don’t know.

Found out yesterday that Erin’s father has had no driver’s license for 4 years.  Four years?  Hmmm, that time frame sounds very familiar.  Could it be that since Erin was born this dumb ass had no driver’s license?  Four years?  I’m betting he got the D.U.I. that cost him his driver’s license after Erin was born.  Now NM is a drunk driver’s paradise with provisional driver’s licenses and the drunk having the ability of having a D.U.I. expunged after a period of time.  He’s told Tori that his past D.U.I.’s have already been expunged and he has a clear driver’s license, so clear it doesn’t exist!  I swear to God, I don’t know why I haven’t ended his dumb ass already.

Since Nina has made arrangements for Shirley’s care while she’s gone, so much so that I can vacation somewhere myself, I will be hiking a lot while she’s gone.  No, I’m not taking a hiking vacation, just going back country for a bit during the day, each day I hope.  I figure to see what it’s like to walk as much as Beth and Nancy.  I swear they walk insane amounts of steps daily.  Over 100,000 steps weekly frequently.  That’s over 10 miles a week.  Crazy females.  I’m hoping to do some trips to the SF Nat. Forest and hike a few trails Jamie and I walked some years back.  They hit some good altitude and end up in some seriously remote places.

Well, that’s all for now.


Yahoo Email Accounts


Yahoo is the most hacked web based email service.  Even if you use their service for non-imporant stuff, you need to be extra vigilant if you use their service.  They allow unlimited attempts at entering your password and that allows hackers to gain access to your account and use all info stored there to ruin your life.

How it works:

  • Hack your Yahoo account.
  • Learn your recovery email address
  • Use your Yahoo password to see if it works on your recovery email
  • If successful, they have access to all your emails that are stored your primary email’s server.  They will be there unless you use their web based email utility to delete them.  Sorry.
  • Chances are that you get emails from your bank, credit cards, broker, and other financial places there.  Account numbers may be attached along with login names.
  • If this info is included, the hacker will try the Yahoo/regular email password to gain access to these accounts.
  • Even if they can’t access your accounts with that password, they can sent in a lost password request and monitor your email accounts until that info arrives.
  • At this point, you are screwed.  You will lose access to these accounts at this point and the hacker will be able to drain the accounts at will and they will drain them one at a time until they get it all.
  • You have no recourse with the financial institutions.  It is your responsibility to maintain a safe online environment to access these accounts.
  • The hacker is not in this country and there will be nothing law enforcement can do to help you, other than to take a report.

Mind your passwords.


Rye Bread

Two old guys, one 80 and one 87, were sitting on a park bench one morning.

The 87-year-old had just finished his morning jog and wasn’t even short of breath.

The 80-year-old was amazed at the guy’s stamina and asked him what he did to have so much energy.

The 87-year-old said, “Well, I eat rye bread every day. It keeps your energy level high and you’ll have great stamina with the ladies.”

So, on the way home the 80-year-old stopped at the bakery. As he was looking around, the saleslady asked if he needed any help.
He said, “Do you have any rye bread?”
She said, “Yes, there’s a whole shelf of it. Would you like some?”

He said, “I want five loaves.”

She said, “My goodness, five loaves! By the time you get to the 3rd loaf, it’ll be hard.”

He replied, “I can’t believe everybody knows about this shit but me.”