Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Today, I Share a Christmas Story on Preparedness
Let us all remember the real reason for this season.
The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.
Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy, I'll just go." "Not without something hot in your belly." George said. He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew ... Made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh." Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me, be right back," George said.
There in the driveway was an old '53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken." George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead.
"You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away. "But Mister, please help ..." The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck,
and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good."
George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I gave 'em the truck, their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has brand new ." George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought.
George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to himself. So he put a new one on. "Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car anyway. As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Please help me."
George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention."Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.
"Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. "You hang in there, I'm going to get you an ambulance." The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.
He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area." George sat down beside him, "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain." George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked. "None for me," said the officer. "Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time.
The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before. "That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.
"Son, why are you doing this?" asked George, "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt." The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!"
The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to the cop, "we got one too many in here now." He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now put that pea shooter away."
George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week." George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can." He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Bein' stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we'll sort this thing out." The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer." "Shut up and drink your coffee " the cop said.
George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer. "Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?" "GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man. Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran." George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other. "That guy work here?" the wounded cop continued. "Yep," George said, "just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."
The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?" Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you too, George, and thanks
for everything."
"Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems." George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go, something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day." The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you." "And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's all I need."
George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours." The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier. "And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too," George said. "Now git home to your family." The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good." "Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."
George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?" "I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"
"Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was gettin' a little chubby."
The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor. The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by
terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. "That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man." George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man.
"Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again." The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned."
George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room. "You see, George ... it's My birthday. Merry Christmas."
George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus" Merry Christmas!!
This story is better than any greeting card.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND GOD BLESS YOU MY FRIENDS
The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.
Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy, I'll just go." "Not without something hot in your belly." George said. He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew ... Made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh." Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me, be right back," George said.
There in the driveway was an old '53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken." George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead.
"You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away. "But Mister, please help ..." The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck,
and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good."
George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I gave 'em the truck, their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has brand new ." George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought.
George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to himself. So he put a new one on. "Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car anyway. As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Please help me."
George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention."Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.
"Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. "You hang in there, I'm going to get you an ambulance." The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.
He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area." George sat down beside him, "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain." George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked. "None for me," said the officer. "Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time.
The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before. "That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.
"Son, why are you doing this?" asked George, "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt." The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!"
The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to the cop, "we got one too many in here now." He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now put that pea shooter away."
George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week." George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can." He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Bein' stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we'll sort this thing out." The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer." "Shut up and drink your coffee " the cop said.
George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer. "Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?" "GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man. Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran." George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other. "That guy work here?" the wounded cop continued. "Yep," George said, "just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."
The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?" Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you too, George, and thanks
for everything."
"Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems." George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go, something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day." The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you." "And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's all I need."
George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours." The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier. "And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too," George said. "Now git home to your family." The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good." "Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."
George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?" "I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"
"Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was gettin' a little chubby."
The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor. The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by
terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. "That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man." George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man.
"Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again." The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned."
George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room. "You see, George ... it's My birthday. Merry Christmas."
George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus" Merry Christmas!!
This story is better than any greeting card.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND GOD BLESS YOU MY FRIENDS
Friday, December 10, 2010
Nobody Ever Said Life is Fair....
Except once behind an old 7-11 in Handley. And the guy who made the gross error of making said pronouncement soon learned the error of his ways, but that whole sordid story is for some other place, some other time.
There were elections last month, and proof rears it's ugly head again that politics does make for ugly bedfellows.
I have learned a lesson from the calendar; After Monday and Tuesday are W T F! Even the calendar knows!
There were elections last month, and proof rears it's ugly head again that politics does make for ugly bedfellows.
I have learned a lesson from the calendar; After Monday and Tuesday are W T F! Even the calendar knows!
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Offline
Some days, the best place to be is offline. Leave the "frontier", don't visit the "social" town or work the "farm". I left town for the Thanksgiving Holiday and went to visit family. That was good. Fixed the "crackberry" so that it would only make noise if there were an actual phone call. None of this answer every stinkin' email that all who feel they are of greater importance must send you so that you can be as disturbed as they are.
I am leaving the office at 5 pm these days. Not because I have something else to do, but because it's not appreciated if I stay. I am spending this next month caring for me.
Yes, for those who know, I have been sick. I was bitten by a bug. Not influenza, just an ugly virus. For once, I didn't argue when the doc said stay home! This virus was ugly.
Returning to work this morning, I found that a co-worker followed the same idenitcal illness progression I did. That means we were both exposed at the same time, hmmmmm my Friday meeting?
Staying offline is healthy. It clears the brain.
I even discovered over this last weekend, that I was violating my own rules and made changes in my lifestyle and actions to correct any gross error in judgement I was about to commit. Reflection is healthy. I hadn't read my horoscope in years. I did Saturday and the thought about what it said and took some serious knee time and did an OMG! Corrected my errors and re-positioned the "guidance system".
Life is good....sore as hell from coughing....but life is good.
I am leaving the office at 5 pm these days. Not because I have something else to do, but because it's not appreciated if I stay. I am spending this next month caring for me.
Yes, for those who know, I have been sick. I was bitten by a bug. Not influenza, just an ugly virus. For once, I didn't argue when the doc said stay home! This virus was ugly.
Returning to work this morning, I found that a co-worker followed the same idenitcal illness progression I did. That means we were both exposed at the same time, hmmmmm my Friday meeting?
Staying offline is healthy. It clears the brain.
I even discovered over this last weekend, that I was violating my own rules and made changes in my lifestyle and actions to correct any gross error in judgement I was about to commit. Reflection is healthy. I hadn't read my horoscope in years. I did Saturday and the thought about what it said and took some serious knee time and did an OMG! Corrected my errors and re-positioned the "guidance system".
Life is good....sore as hell from coughing....but life is good.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Success in Small Steps
I survuved the medical experience, although the side effects I expected they told me "probably not" did occur. Test results are in, biopsy clear, come back in 5 years. Take 2 pills a day to solve your problem. OK, Sure! I am only taking 1 pill and it's working. Why take two???
I have put a birthday ptesent on lay away for me. A pistol. I dont expect to ever be so lucky as to walk in & out of an armed robbery unscathed again. Lesson learned.
I have put a birthday ptesent on lay away for me. A pistol. I dont expect to ever be so lucky as to walk in & out of an armed robbery unscathed again. Lesson learned.
Monday, October 25, 2010
The Grey Haired Brigade
This was shared with me today by a great friend.
We are probably considered old fashioned and out-dated by many. But there are a few things you need to remember before completely writing us off. We won World War II and fought in Korea and Viet Nam. We can quote the pledge of allegiance, and know where to place our hand while doing so. We wore the uniform of our country with pride and lost many friends on the battlefield. We didn't fight for the Socialist States of America , we fought for the "Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave." We wore different uniforms but carried the same flag. We know the words to the Star Spangle Banner, America , and America the Beautiful by heart, and you may even see some tears running down our cheeks as we sing. We have lived what many of you have only read about in history books and we feel no obligation to apologize to anyone for America .
Yes, we are old and slow these days but rest assured, we have at least one good fight left in us. We have loved this country, fought for it, and died for it, and now we are going to save it. It is our country and nobody is going to take it away from us. We took oaths to defend America against all enemies, foreign and domestic, and that is an oath we plan to keep. There are those who want to destroy this land we love but, like our founders, there is no way we are going to remain silent.
It was the young people of this nation who elected Obama and the Democratic congress. You fell for the "Hope and change" which in reality was nothing but "Hype and lies." You have tasted socialism and seen evil face to face, and have found you don't like it after all.
You make a lot of noise but most are all too interested in their careers or "Climbing the social ladder" to be involved in such mundane things as patriotism and voting.
Many of those who fell for the "great lie" in 2008 are now having buyer's remorse. With all the education we gave you, you didn't have sense enough to see through the lies and instead drank the cool-aid. Now you're paying the price and complaining about it.
No jobs, lost mortgages, higher taxes, and less freedom. This is what you voted for and this is what you got. We entrusted you with the Torch of Liberty and you traded it for a paycheck and a fancy house.
Well, don't worry youngsters, the Grey Haired Brigade is here, and in November we are going to take back our nation. We may drive a little slower than you would like but we get where we're going, and we're going to the polls by the millions.
Yes, we are old and slow these days but rest assured, we have at least one good fight left in us. We have loved this country, fought for it, and died for it, and now we are going to save it. It is our country and nobody is going to take it away from us. We took oaths to defend America against all enemies, foreign and domestic, and that is an oath we plan to keep. There are those who want to destroy this land we love but, like our founders, there is no way we are going to remain silent.
It was the young people of this nation who elected Obama and the Democratic congress. You fell for the "Hope and change" which in reality was nothing but "Hype and lies." You have tasted socialism and seen evil face to face, and have found you don't like it after all.
You make a lot of noise but most are all too interested in their careers or "Climbing the social ladder" to be involved in such mundane things as patriotism and voting.
Many of those who fell for the "great lie" in 2008 are now having buyer's remorse. With all the education we gave you, you didn't have sense enough to see through the lies and instead drank the cool-aid. Now you're paying the price and complaining about it.
No jobs, lost mortgages, higher taxes, and less freedom. This is what you voted for and this is what you got. We entrusted you with the Torch of Liberty and you traded it for a paycheck and a fancy house.
Well, don't worry youngsters, the Grey Haired Brigade is here, and in November we are going to take back our nation. We may drive a little slower than you would like but we get where we're going, and we're going to the polls by the millions.
This land does not belong to the man in the White House or to Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid. It belongs to "We the People", and "We the People" plan to reclaim our land and our freedom. We hope this time you will do a better job of preserving it and passing it along to our grandchildren.
So the next time you have the chance to say the Pledge of Allegiance, stand up, put your hand over your heart, honor our country, and thank God for the old geezers of the "Grey-Haired Brigade."
So the next time you have the chance to say the Pledge of Allegiance, stand up, put your hand over your heart, honor our country, and thank God for the old geezers of the "Grey-Haired Brigade."
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Follow the Gut!
When I was picking up a late to go order at a local establishment that I frequent often enough that the employees know my name and I know theirs earlier this week, I had that bad feeling.
Nothing specific, just something isn't right. All the chairs were stacked for the night and there was one, what I thought was customer waiting for food that I could see when I drove up. See, I was paying attention to my surroundings.
Went in and the guy behind the counter was not his usual cheery, friendly self, he was .... stiff. He didn't call me by name, didn't have me sign my card receipt and I was in and out in 45 seconds, never before. And yes I did try to see the face of the hooded one who was standing to the side as if he was waiting for food, but he turned away every time I turned my head in his direction.
As I was leaving the unusually empty parking lot, it still didn't feel right. I made a couple of passes around the lot and thru the adjacent lot, but my guys were both still up by the registers and hooded one was over to the side. Should I call the police?????
Yep, I shure should have! This morning I was reading the local rag and law enforcement was looking for the "white girl" who walked in and out during the robbery.
I appreciate that my guys were trying to protect me by not giving me away or my profession away, I always knew they were good guys.
I like being called a girl again..........
Nothing specific, just something isn't right. All the chairs were stacked for the night and there was one, what I thought was customer waiting for food that I could see when I drove up. See, I was paying attention to my surroundings.
Went in and the guy behind the counter was not his usual cheery, friendly self, he was .... stiff. He didn't call me by name, didn't have me sign my card receipt and I was in and out in 45 seconds, never before. And yes I did try to see the face of the hooded one who was standing to the side as if he was waiting for food, but he turned away every time I turned my head in his direction.
As I was leaving the unusually empty parking lot, it still didn't feel right. I made a couple of passes around the lot and thru the adjacent lot, but my guys were both still up by the registers and hooded one was over to the side. Should I call the police?????
Yep, I shure should have! This morning I was reading the local rag and law enforcement was looking for the "white girl" who walked in and out during the robbery.
I appreciate that my guys were trying to protect me by not giving me away or my profession away, I always knew they were good guys.
I like being called a girl again..........
Monday, October 18, 2010
Note to Self
Take lessons in what to do with fish after catching! Those things coming in were much larger than the rainbows I was accustomed to cleaning in CO!
Friday, October 15, 2010
Ladies Here's your Challenge!
Join with me in the next 90 days or so as I go through horrible medical stuff and learn how to saltwater fish! Got the pole, line, hooks, etc. Just need to pick up some bait on my way to the shore. The only other things I need are some 5 gallon bucket. A) they will fit in my little car trunk and B) they will make a decent live well! I did learn that a fishing license isn't cheap anymore!
I personally am using the observation method of learning how to saltwater fish. Ran into some friends while they were fishing the other day and decided "I can do this!", so I'm giving it a try. It may be we have to fish for our dinner someday and I will be ready for it.
I'll probably be the one who lives on berrys and twigs since for now, I'm not much into field dressing a dear (or deer for that matter). The last time I cleaned a dear/deer it took two of us 8 hours.
Uh Oh! Now I have you wondering.....
Like my old buddy George used to say "Keep smiling and make the world wonder what you're up to!"
Later folks.....
I personally am using the observation method of learning how to saltwater fish. Ran into some friends while they were fishing the other day and decided "I can do this!", so I'm giving it a try. It may be we have to fish for our dinner someday and I will be ready for it.
I'll probably be the one who lives on berrys and twigs since for now, I'm not much into field dressing a dear (or deer for that matter). The last time I cleaned a dear/deer it took two of us 8 hours.
Uh Oh! Now I have you wondering.....
Like my old buddy George used to say "Keep smiling and make the world wonder what you're up to!"
Later folks.....
Monday, October 11, 2010
Gentlemen! In Your Preparations, Have You Prepared for your Widow?
In the trunk of my newer more fuel efficient car, is a 24 hour bag. Food, Water, Shelter and a notebook to log how I really feel!
Ladies, kick your husbands back side! I went to an old friend whom I knew (and so did he) that his time was not long in this life, and told him that if he were to leave his fair lady in the same shape I was left when my husband died (suddenly), that I would dig him up and kill him! Now since we had known each other so long he knew there was absolutlely no question of my taking that action for real.
He lived long enough to get everything done correctly. There was absolutely nothing to probate and no legal or financial hassles when he passed away. It was all done. The house, cars and land were all already transferred to her name. No lawyer made money off the widow so that she could keep what was hers and nothing had to be sold on the courthouse steps.
Guys! Get off your duff and prepare now. I don't care what the bank says about "joint account with rights of survivorship" or "payable on death". When you die they will close the account and she will find out at the grocery store while she is trying to buy groceries. That comes 6 weeks before your death certificate is ready and they will only give her a minimal allowance and yes, they know that her entire paycheck is being direct deposited into that account. The banks don't give a damn! They also know that you set up all the bills on auto pay through that account and that now, with the account closed, she doesn't even know where to send a check for the car payment.
Guys, buy a plain black notebook, write down all the details, and for her sake, get her a separate account in her name and leave the emergency money there! You know, the year of funds to take care of everything!
Girls, buy him the notebook for Christmas and hold his other hand and fix his favorite dinner while he writes the information that will save you great heartache!
Peace to All
Ladies, kick your husbands back side! I went to an old friend whom I knew (and so did he) that his time was not long in this life, and told him that if he were to leave his fair lady in the same shape I was left when my husband died (suddenly), that I would dig him up and kill him! Now since we had known each other so long he knew there was absolutlely no question of my taking that action for real.
He lived long enough to get everything done correctly. There was absolutely nothing to probate and no legal or financial hassles when he passed away. It was all done. The house, cars and land were all already transferred to her name. No lawyer made money off the widow so that she could keep what was hers and nothing had to be sold on the courthouse steps.
Guys! Get off your duff and prepare now. I don't care what the bank says about "joint account with rights of survivorship" or "payable on death". When you die they will close the account and she will find out at the grocery store while she is trying to buy groceries. That comes 6 weeks before your death certificate is ready and they will only give her a minimal allowance and yes, they know that her entire paycheck is being direct deposited into that account. The banks don't give a damn! They also know that you set up all the bills on auto pay through that account and that now, with the account closed, she doesn't even know where to send a check for the car payment.
Guys, buy a plain black notebook, write down all the details, and for her sake, get her a separate account in her name and leave the emergency money there! You know, the year of funds to take care of everything!
Girls, buy him the notebook for Christmas and hold his other hand and fix his favorite dinner while he writes the information that will save you great heartache!
Peace to All
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