Shakin’ my head with the shit this place brings.

  • Accident in the parking lot this morning. Cops come, the blockage the 2 cars and 2 cops cause almost cause other accidents, and one lady’s car overheated while trying to negotiate the lot.
  • I was backcountry at the time of the accident. I just passed the worst of the road when I get the call and have to turn around. I then traveled the whole road back in half the time with a rifle on the front of the ATV. So much for my little break going target shooting.
  • The plumber is using a jackhammer to make the hole for Tori’s new septic tank deeper. I don’t see it going well or quickly. I doubt Tori will get a nap in today. He has to go down another 18 inches.
  • I’m tired of replacing air chucks on the air hose. I bought 3 chucks yesterday and when 2 of them are trashed, I will remove the air hose and we will no longer provide air here.
  • There is no other air available in the valley. It’s 20 miles to the closest air.
  • Marylou is still shrinking. She looked shocked when I walked out of the house with a rifle today.
  • When I returned I told her I was shooting at old people.
  • Nina’s still alive. Sorry, no proof of life at this writing.
  • This week is dragging.

I read an article.

Today I saw a story on the news that talked about birds getting killed by the heat generated off of solar panels. Googling the story led me to the weather.com website. Their story verified the facts. I’m pretty sure the animal rights nazis will take this as a new cause to protest and given the fact that the temperatures generated by these panels is in excess of 900°, this should bring in the global warming nazis too.

I can see it now, both groups protesting the very thing that they used to think as an environmental savior. Oh the irony. First the deaths from windmills and now the solar fields. Give these pricks half a chance and we’ll be living in the stone age again . . . which would please the islamic whack jobs greatly.

Another joke from Mom

Bottle of Merlot

A man asked a waiter to take a bottle of Merlot to an unusually attractive woman sitting alone at a table in a cozy little restaurant.
So the waiter took the Merlot to the woman and said, ‘This is from the gentleman who is seated over there.’…. and indicated the sender with a nod of his head.
She stared at the wine coolly for a few seconds, not looking at the man, then decided to send a reply to him by a note.
The waiter, who was lingering nearby for a response, took the note from her and conveyed it to the gentleman.

The note read: ‘For me to accept this bottle, you need to have a Mercedes in your garage, a million dollars in the bank and ‘7’ inches in your pants’.

After reading the note, the man decided to compose one of his own in return. He folded the note, handed it to the waiter and instructed him to deliver it to the lady.

It read:
‘Just to let you know things aren’t always what they appear to be, I have a Ferrari Maranello, BMW Z8, Mercedes CL600, and a Porsche Turbo in my several garages; I have beautiful homes in Aspen and Miami , and a 10,000 acre ranch in Louisiana . There is over twenty million dollars in my bank account and portfolio. But, not even for a woman as beautiful as you, would I cut off three inches. Just send the wine back..

A bed of her own.

Well, Erin now has a bed of her own here. We agreed  a while back that she could spend one night here a week, but she had no bed of her own. For a while she just slept between us and that was fine, but she’s getting so big and it wasn’t working anymore. We took Shirley’s bed and put a pillow topper on the mattress and she now has  her own bed here.

She’s calling it her room now, even though most of my clothes are in there and I have my gun safe there. She is moving her dolls to the bed since they sleep with her. Last night was her first night in the room and she lasted until 1:30 before she joined us. She didn’t wake me, but she did wake Nina. That works for me since I have issues sleeping. Tori says that Erin sleepwalks, which is a bit bothersome, but I doubt she was sleepwalking when she came to our room.

I am a husband, father, grandfather, friend, business owner, traveller, Harley rider, citizen, patriot, gun owner, politically eclectic person of strange personal habits. I support police, trust no politicians, and can argue any side of an argument just to amuse myself. People love me or hate me and those that are in-between don't know me.