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Good Morning!

Heading to Santa Fe to price some custom signs today. I need to replace the pump faces due to sun damage and my sign guy is in Santa Fe.

Cool winds last night were very welcome. They whipped up during poker and made the game in that house from Hell bearable. Speaking of poker, I should just give it up. I lost on some really kick ass hands and like Joe said yesterday, second place don’t win no pots. I lost $25 again. Out of the few dozen hands I played, I won one. It was a killer pot, but I lost that money too.

Don called the other day. We talked for about 5 minutes and it was nice hearing from him. He’s doing well and sounds like life is treating him good. We often talk about our grandkids. He used to bore me with that shit, but now. . . .

Poker has treated me poorly lately. BAD POKER, BAD!

 

Santa Fe is still a crappy little city.

Had to take Nina’s car in for an oil change when I noticed that her tires needed balancing. The oil change went as planned, the tires not so. The tire guy was booked, but the oil guy was OK.

I sat most of the time in Marc’s office. We talked about a variety of strange and disturbing stuff. Marc sells us our cars. I fired Elias again. Not sure if it took this time, but I’ll keep trying until he’s gone. He seems to think that since I don’t work at the dealership, my firing him doesn’t count. It’s a shame he has to go, he’s married with young kids and needs to job, but I outrank him and I’m bigger than he is.

After that I went to Santa Fe Motor Sports. If I can trade both my ATV’s in on a side by side, Nina’s all for it. I’m not sure I’m for it, but WTH. I spent way too much time there talking to the sales staff and Sid, the owner. Sorta like old home week.

Nina’s car does 115 m.p.h. but handles like shit. It also gets 27+ m.p.g. which is pretty darned good. It would go faster if not for the stupid governor installed by the factory. I wonder if my ProCal can remove it since we both have the same engine.

I’ve been enjoying Jarrito’s Limon drink. Mexican soda is pretty good. Mexican Pepsi is also better than the shit sold here.

Nice dinner last night Nina!

 

Wrong again.

This morning’s smoke is the result of a house fire locally. The house is owned by a Microsoft gazillionaire and he owns it just to keep undesirables out of it. I knew the former owners, as customers, and they couldn’t sell that dump to save their lives. Ask a buttload of money for a butt ugly property and that place will be in your butt for years.

Off to gawk.

Update

Gawking completed. House is 90% gone. No one’s lived there for years and while it had historical status, I doubt it would have ever been lived in again. Fire crews are still on site and are checking for flareups. There is no spreading into the foliage near the house.

Off to my next misadventure.

Update # 2

Nina reminded me that the place was called the Foothill’s Ranch.

That’s it! No more today.

 

 

Wednesday @ 1:06 a.m.

And I’m writing on this stupid blog. Erin has a rough night and crawls into bed with us. Nina can sleep through this but I’m awake. Maybe the foot to the side of the head is the reason?

I’m amazed at the traffic driving past our store at this time in the morning. 24/7 in our future? I doubt it. Most of them are cruising looking for a fix and who needs them in our building at this time of the night.

Atlanta Police are now attaching pay raises to traffic ticket revenues. Sounds like the residents of Atlanta are about to get screwed, repeatedly.

Tori is getting her own place here soon.

Hi Keith!

Oh well, I may as well try to sleep again. I can’t think of anything else to put here.

Good Night

 

Plans for the 4th?

Mine are the same as usual, stay at home. New Years Eve and the 4th of July are the 2 holidays that we get serious criminal interest after we close. They must think that we may go to a party or something, but they’ve been disappointed in the past and this year will make it 19 years of disappointment.

July 1st is our anniversary of buying this place. 19 years. If we still own it next year I may throw a b-b-q for my loyal customers, or not. On our first 4th of July here I set the place on fire with fireworks. What a dumbass. Never lit off fireworks at home again after that.

  • Pilates today.
  • May take Erin with.
  • Dinner with Nina tonight.
  • Not taking Erin with for that.
Guns, Guts, Freedom

 

Almost July.

Time sure seems to be flying by. We picked up Erin yesterday and had a nice chat with the Herns. I think I’m starting to win them over. Not sure what I’ll do next. Maybe I’ll continue being nice for Erin’s sake.

Poker this week. Maybe.

Cloudy out right now, Rain would be wonderful, but none was predicted by the weatherliars locally.

For all that cares, Shirley is still alive. She’s getting weaker and spends more time in bed lately.

That’s it for now. Exciting life lately.

peace

Grabbed this from the “Chicks on the Right” blog.

I found this to be really spot on.

 

So, Paula Deen Got Fired For Saying The “N” Word A Long Time Ago…

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If you’re a Food Network fan or a foodie or have been watching TV or reading the news at all for the past day and a half, you know that Paula Deen has been fired for being a racist.

I’m not one of those foodie-type people.  I don’t spend a lot of time in my kitchen, and usually those cooking folks on TV just make me feel more inadequate when I DO spend time in my kitchen, so I avoid those shows, frankly.  So yeah – I know who Paula Deen is, and I know that she’s 66 years old and from the South, and I know that things may have looked a little different in the south for a 66-year old woman.

Before you jump me, bleeding hearts, I’m also a believer that using the “N-word” – specifically in this case in the workplace (if that’s indeed what happened here) – is without-a-doubt a fireable offense.  So before we go any further, there you go.  It’s inexcusable.

BUT – and yes, there’s a big ol’ but here – I also believe in CONSISTENCY.  If you say the “N-word,” you’re a giant douchecanoe with issues.  But if you call a woman a c*nt or a tw*t?  I believe that’s just as offensive and JUST as fire-worthy, because you have the same issues.  So let’s discuss that, shall we?  Because there seems to be a bit of moral selectivism in this country, and it’s annoying me.

Case in point:  I have a great deal of liberal friends on Facebook who have their panties all up in a wad about Paula Deen and her offensive comments (from years ago, mind you, that are apparently fireable offenses now).  These are the same people who “Like” jackwads like Bill Maher and David Lettermen.  They LIKE him.  And those guys effortlessly call women c*nts and tw*ts…because that’s FUNNY, you see.  Now, to me – as a woman – a man calling a woman those names are as offensive as a white person calling a black person the “N-word.”  They’re just sexism instead of racism.  Same thing, though.  Just a different “ism.”  Yet, I don’t see my liberal friends on Facebook being OUTRAGED about those men treating women with such horrifying disrespect.

And we all know why, right?  It’s because they’re talking about CONSERVATIVE women in that context.  And to liberals in this country, conservatives – especially conservative women – are second-class citizens.  We’re nothing more than the scum on the bottom of a liberal’s shoe.  Not EQUAL to them at all, therefore not worthy of the same respect that they’d give ‘their own kind,’ yes?

Kinda sounds a bit like a familiar civil rights struggle back in the 60s, huh?

I mean, if Lettermen called FLOTUS a tw*t?  Or if Maher would’ve called Hillary Clinton a c*nt?  The earth may have imploded.

But when they aimed their sexism toward conservative women?  Laughter.

No one was reprimanded. No one was fired.  In fact, these guys were CELEBRATED by the left.

Unbelievable the hypocrisy here, folks.

So back to Paula Deen.  I really don’t give two rat’s butts whether or not she’s fired.  What I do care about is the double freaking standard in this country.  A little less selective moral outrage would be nice.

And a little more consistency would make me less sick to my stomach when raising a young, conservative girl in a country where racism is obviously horrible, but sexism against her specifically?  Totally OK.

How’s that for progress?

 

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