Wednesday, May 31, 2006

This is my dog Tig

He's my real best friend, he don't ask for much. He lives for sausage and getting his head scratched. I kind of like sausage and scratchin' myself. He doesn't really like very many people, that's ok with me, cause I don't either. He's the real boss of the house, what's mine is his, and if I'm eating something he's got to be eating too, both my dogs do. He played out in the rain today so of course he had to come in and dry off on my bed. he gives me a lot of pleasure and I wish I could treat other people the way I treat him. I never get mad at him, I always take his side and he always comes first. When ever I am mad or just in a bad mood, he helps calms me down.

He does have a back leg that bothers him sometimes, it may be arthtitis, if he sleeps on it wrong he gets up and limps for a while and has a little trouble jumping. I sometimes wonder if someone has kicked him. He's not the friendliest dog by no means, but he loves me and treats me good, he never gets mad at me and is always on my side. If someone did kick him and I found out about it, I'm afraid that someone would get a visit in the middle of the night, it wouldn't be a social call and it would probably get quite ugly real quick.

They use to say a human year to a dog was seven years to one. Now experts say that has changed due to the fact that people and dogs live longer. Now they say physically that the first two years of a dogs life are equal to ten years each and then every year after that is equal to five. So a three year old dog is really twentyfive. Tigg, the best I can figure (because I don't know how old he was when he got me) is close to thirty or thirtyfive (3 or 4 years old) he's pretty healthy and he's an easy keeper (low maintenance) he should live another six or eight years with any luck. I don't even want to think about life without him. I think the life span of a dog shows that God does love Dogs (and all animals, even cats) The normal way of things is that the man outlives the dog, maybe breaking the man's heart for a time but he is strong and will get on and get over it (he may never own another dog again) but it teaches him about life. What would be worse is if the man should go first and break the heart of the dog. I wouldn't wish that on anyone, let alone a dog, my dog. I would never want him (or them, I have two dogs) to miss me or be treated bad by someone else. That's probably why children are supposed to outlive the parents, a child is strong and can get by, and get on with it. A parent should never go though the heart break of losing a child, it's just not right, I may be a little selfish on this thought, but that's just the way it is. Loving is a Hard Thing. Being Loved is Sometimes Even Harder. I tried to load a picture of my other dog Dutchy but the Blog Monster wouldn't let me, she's more Emily's dog anyway but she has a big piece of my heart too. Any day that you love a dog (or cat) and they love you back, is a good day. I Hope You Have A Good Day.

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

The Medicine Wheel
(part IV)

The North - Uhyvdlv

The north, represented by the wonderful relaxing bluish colors of the snow while Mother Earth rests, brings us to the area/time of our lives where we should start developing our mentality, our knowledge, and start leaving behind the physical desires. These are our adult years. And this is where wisdom first begins, though not in completeness, and actually not even touching any more than the surface! This is where we begin to learn and apply what we have learned and then begin to share our lessons in life with others, teaching them our own lessons in life to help them with their paths. This is where we first become "relaxed" with ourselves, to stop chasing obscure things, to begin to realize what our true purpose in life is to be and start applying it to our lives.

It is at this time of life, you should give your body a rest, yet remembering there is still a balance to maintain, but here you should focus on developing your mind with as much enthusiasm as you did your mind over matter." But you must first develop your mind enough to know what you can and cannot control. There is so much more to learn in this world besides how to always be on top, how to look and perform our best according to others' expectations, and other such trivial ideas.

We must learn in this particular time of our life how to balance the natural, physical and mental point in our own life and still yet start building on the next cycle, the spiritual. And the mental part is essential, just as physical health learned in the west, and the purity learned in the south. And all this is still in unity with the spiritual aspect of ourselves. This is where we learn to think and reason for ourselves, not depending on others to tell us how "this is" and how "that was", but to see it for ourselves and learn our own lessons from what "we" have seen. Of course, we are to learn from our elders and these lessons should always be kept close to our hearts and taken from, but we need to exercise our own minds, learning how to think for ourselves, in case of situations in which we have no one to give us help through the problems. And to learn how to focus on the Creator to give us answers.


Alive
By P.O.D.


Everyday is a new day
I'm thankful for
Every breath I take
I won't take it for granted
So I learn from my mistakes
It's beyond my control
Sometimes it's best to let go
Whatever happens
In this lifetime
So I trust in love
You have given me
Peace of mind
CHORUS:
I feel so alive
For the very first time
I can't deny you
I feel so alive
I feel so alive
For the very first time
And I think I can fly

Sunshine upon my face
A new song for me to sing
Tell the world

How I feel inside
Even though it might
Cost me everything
Now that I know this
So beyond, I can't hold this
I can never
Turn my back away
Now that I've seen you
I can never look away

Repeat chorus

Now that I know you
(I could never
Turn my back away)
Now that I see you
(I could never look away)
Now that I know you
(I could never
Turn my back away)
Now that I see you
(I believe no matter
What they say)

Repeat chorus twice





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P.O.D.
(2001)
Satellite

Monday, May 29, 2006

Arlington National Cemetery
Civil War Section 1861 - 1865

American Flag

Confederate Battle Flag
Oklahoma State Flag

Cherokee Nation Flag

Memorial Day ~ 5 . 29 . 06 ~ Lest We Forget


Oh, I Wish I was in Dixie...

Well my friends it has happened at last, Memorial Day got him all worked up and Captain Montanus refused to take his medication and declared war on the Northern Aggressors once again. He was last seen this morning mounted on his trusty steed “Spartacus” and headed in the direction of the Capitol to wage his coup on the Whitehouse. The proper authorities have been notified, with any luck Captain Montanus should be in custody and locked back up in the Booby Hatch by nightfall. We are all just thankful that he did not get his hands on a cannon like he wanted. Hopefully after a short stay and a complete adjustment of his medications, he will be released back into the care of his loved ones. Lets all wish the Captain a speedy recovery and the best of mental health in the future.

Sunday, May 28, 2006



"The Beginning To The End"
(hi-a a-ni-gi-s-di hi-a u-li-s-dv)
At first we stood our ground
It was our ground to stand
We stood against a new enemy
A new kind of man
We stood for our families
We stood for our people
We stood as long as we could
We stood till it did no good
We watched our fathers die
We watched our children cry
We had our families run and hide
We tried to fight but most of us died
We couldn’t stay any longer
The white man was much stronger
The time came when we to had to run
We could not win against his gun
We moved to a strange new place
We left to try and save our race
A thousand years my people had lived well
In the end we just couldn’t live in the white man’s Hell

Saturday, May 27, 2006


Something Is Wrong...

For some unknown reason, I feel pretty good today. I wish it would hurry up and stop, I'm not used to it and it's buggin' the H**L outa' me!

(i probably shouldn't joke about it, i'll more than likely get my wish pretty soon)

Back 'er on up Cletus... back 'er on up!

They say that 90% of Americans say, "Oh Shit" when they see that they are going to have a car wreck. The other 10% are from Oklahoma and say, "Dude... hold my beer, and check this shit out!"
Somebody Said They Wanted To See What I Looked Like...

A Few More Things That Might Let It Slip That You're A Redneck:

1. You take your dog for a walk and you both use the same tree.
2. You can entertain yourself for more than an hour with a fly swatter.
3. Your boat has not left the driveway in 15 years.
4. You burn your yard rather than mow it.
5. You think "The Nutcracker" is something you do off the high dive.
6. The Salvation Army declines your furniture.
7. You offer to give someone the shirt off your back and they don't want it.
8. You have the local taxidermist on speed dial.
9. You come back from the dump with more than you took.
10. You keep a can of Raid on the kitchen table.
11. Your wife can climb a tree faster than your cat.
12. Your grandmother has "Ammo" on her Christmas list.
13. You keep flea and tick soap in the shower.
14. You've been involved in a custody fight over a huntin' dog.
15. You go to the stock car races and don't need a program.
16. You know how many bales of hay your car will hold.
17. You have a rag for a gas cap.
18. Your house doesn't have curtains, but your truck does.
19. You wonder how service stations keep their rest-room's so clean.
20. You can spit without opening your mouth.
21. You consider your license plate personalized because your father made it.
22. Your lifetime goal is to own a fireworks stand.
23. You have a complete set of salad bowls and they all say "Cool Whip" on the side.
24. The biggest city you've ever been to is Wal-Mart.
25. Your working TV sits on top of your non-working TV.
26. You've used your ironing board as a buffet table.
27. A tornado hits your neighborhood and does $100,000 worth of improvements.
28. You've used a toilet brush to scratch your back.
29. You missed your 5th grade graduation because you were on jury duty.
30. You think fast food is hitting a deer at over 50 mph.


THIS IS MY NEW GUN CLUB, WE ARE SAVING UP FOR A FIELD TRIP TO GEORGIA IN THE FALL.

Right, Montanus ?

Friday, May 26, 2006


HOW MANY FACES DO YOU SEE ?
(you may be able to click on image to enlarge)
HOW MANY HORSES DO YOU SEE ?
(you may be able to click on the image to enlarge)

Thursday, May 25, 2006

2 Maybe 3 Days Left...

This Nurse who has been giving me the shots is a friend of mine. She is doing it as a favor so that I don't have to go to the Indian Hospital every day. She comes by before or after her shift. They've been working her overtime a lot lately, sometimes at the begining of her shift, sometimes at the end. So I don't know exactly when she is coming by. Last night it was a little after Midnight. She called just as I laid down and said she was on her way. I've been up every since she left and I'm about out of steam. I can't complain too much because she is doing it for free, even though I give myself 4 to 6 shots a day, they don't want me to give this one because it's got to be mixed (i've done that before too) it's also just like the shots I give my dogs. But like I said I can't complain much, it's free. I'm struggling to get this out and too make some kind of sense and not too many errors. I'm glad it will be over soon. On another note, my Daughter graduates the eighth grade today. Next year she will be going to the High school, I'll have to be better by then because I will more than likely have to shoot someone and I would like to be able to get away afterwards. Have A Good Day All, I may be back later.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006


I can't even remember how many friggin' days it's been!

I got my shot again last night, it was kind of late but I got it none the less. I havn't been as sick but I've been wore out and I wouldn't fart on a bet. Since they skipped a day or two they're not only gonna' make them up, they're adding a day, so if there is no hitch I oughta' be done by Friday. Then I should be sick for a day followed by two days of the s**ts. Come Monday or Tuesday I should be back to my normal every day pain. Add a fat man and a tree and it'll be just like Christmas, I can hardly wait.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

The Medicine Wheel
(part III)

The West - Wudeligv

It seems that most culture have the west as being represented as the color black. Black is because of the early teachings of the darkened land. This is where the sun sets.

The west represents our physical life. Our bodies, our competitive urges, the things that become sacred in our lives, and absolutely our "helping others" in every physical means. This should be thought of as our "teenage" or adolescent years in life. This is where we are growing up after discovering the "ways" of the world and trying to become a part of it. And if I may, this is where most of us focus on our physical fitness of our bodies. Also, beauty and ugliness of the physical "skin-deep" theories are gathered in by us as individuals. If we aren't taught correctly before and during this stage in life, these bad things will enter in and have more of an impact on that could disrupt the harmony needed to live a balanced life.

Yet at the same time, the west brings out our competitive nature which is good for us as individuals. It brings on humility in the areas where we don’t excel in, and in reverse, give us a little ego boost where our strengths are. Through this, with an appropriately developed mind, we will learn where to apply ourselves, how best to put ourselves forward in a way that will produce the best results and know what to avoid. For example, not wasting our abilities on a wrong "career" that becomes fruitless and miserable because though we may have wanted to do "this", but through a well-balanced learning and knowing who we are and applying our God-given talent where it was to be put in the first place, we can ultimately focus our physical abilities on where they are best applied, thus being better balanced within ourselves.

At and the same time maintaining a well-balanced nature of life, keeping what we learned/knew from the south in purity, as a child in mind and growing upon that.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WAR ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Old Chinese Proverb

"War does not determine who is right, war determine who is left"

Monday, May 22, 2006



Day five...

And it still ain't gettin' any better. Oh yeah... I feel pooky.

Saturday, May 20, 2006


Day Three…

I got my shot early today, Ceftriaxone mixed with Lidocaine. The nurse said it shouldn’t bother me but it made me sick again but not as bad as the first day. It seems to last for about half a day. Still, I got nothing for the pain. I feel like crap and can’t hardly concentrate on anything, can’t focus. I’ve had antibiotics that made me sick before but it’s not considered a bad reaction unless there‘s joint pain, tongue swelling, a rash, or that kind of thing. I had to do it for ten days one time and you would have thought I was going through chemo or something. I’ve had a lot of antibiotics over the last twelve years, after a while they don’t work as well and I have to change to something else. It’s the same as with pain pills, if I take them now what will I do when it really gets bad (I love it when they say that, “when it really gets bad”) Living with pain is just my way of life, I try like Hell not to complain or even mention it but some days it’s so bad that’s all I can think of. I sure appreciate everyone’s kind words and wishes. Praying for someone is a pretty nice thing to do. Actually the infection is getting better it looks like, the heat in my legs is going down some. I can’t really think of anything else to say, every time I get a train of thought going I have to go to the bathroom, (about every 20 minutes) I’ve gone twice while writing this. Maybe later I’ll work up something less whiney to write about.

Friday, May 19, 2006

First off: This was not my Nurse....

and the needle below is about half the size of the one she used. i wrote a big long post about a nurse's visit and satan and hitting the bone with the needle. and having one of the roughest nights i've had so far (Blogger ate half of it, so i deleted the rest, it was starting to sound negative anyway). i couldn't sleep, laydown, sit, see, eat, or stand up, i didn't know whether to s**t or go blind. i itch(ed) from head to toe. the dog pissed somewhere and besides the medicine on my legs that stinks like burning butt-crack and tires, it is all that i can smell. did i mention the infection in my legs, it's worse in the left one than in the right (my leg is actually seeping fluid). i take 4 or 5 shots a day but the one i got last night was a b**ch. hitting the bone is not a good thing. i'm making no
sense but i'm kind of twisted right now. a combination of pain, blured vision, burning legs, itching, and knowing i have to get that same shot everyday for the next 6 days is a real friggin' hoot. i need some music in the worst way. the only thing i know is that it's gonna be alright, it always is eventually.

(BTW, it's all Montanus' fault, he had to mention going to the doctor and that must have put the voo-doo whamey on me.)

i've been trying to post this and more for about 3 hours but it just won't work. i tried last night for about 3 hours also, every time i would hit "Publish" half my s**t would disa-friggin-pear. i've had about all i can stand of Blogger! i need to shoot something and throw it on the grill, since i can't do that right now maybe some Oreos will take the edge off. i hope this is not setting the mood for the rest of my weekend, and i hope all of you have a good one. peace.

Thursday, May 18, 2006


A tag from Xmichra’s Blog…

This how it works: Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation of what the word means to you and why, and then pass out letters to those who want to play along.

The sweet and wonderful Xmichra was kind enough to give me the letter “Q”, she is a real “Peach” yes in deed. (I should be more careful of what I say)


Quarter - The Oklahoma State Quarter comes out in 2008, I submitted a design for it to the State Department.

Quim - An English slang term for vagina. I heard it on the movie “Rob Roy”, “a wee bit o’ quim in the morning”

Quebec - A Province of Canada (Canada - a country where mean girls come from, ha ha ha!)

Quality - The type of love makin’ I provide to the Ladies. (no brag, it’s just a fact)

Queer - Something odd, or strange (I don’t like it when the word is associated with homosexuals)

Quiet - A luxury, something that should be practiced and appreciated. (it was important in most “Native American” cultures, it could mean the difference between life and death when hiding from the white man)

Quirt - John Wayne’s character’s first name in the movie “Angel and the Badman” it was “Quirt Evans”. It is also something to quicken the step of an Equine or a Feisty Female.

Quail - Good eatin’ but you have to shoot a butt-load and they are a b**ch to clean. (oh yeah, it’s a small ground bird that will jump up in front of you when you are walking in the woods and it'll make you s**t yourself)

Quantum Physics - The theory that reality is actually the result of an aggregation of observations. (what did you think I would say, that it is a line of fishing equipment made by Zebco?)

Quicksand - Mud, sand, water, and roots. What it feels like I am trying to walk in most of the time.

Whiskey In The Jar-o

(Traditional Lyrics as recorded by “Metallica”)
(Earlier recorded by “Thin Lizzy”)
(And even earlier by “The Dubliners”)


As I was goin' over the Cork and Kerry mountains.
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'.
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier.
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya.

I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny.
I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly.
She swore that she loved me, never would she leave me.
But the devil take that woman, yeah for you know she tricked me easy.

Musha ring dum a do dum a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber.
Takin' money with me and I never knew the danger.
For about six or maybe seven, yeah in walks Captain Farrell.
I jumped up, fired my pistols and I shot him with both barrels.

Musha ring dum a do dum a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar-o.

Now some men like the fishin' some men like the fowlin',
Some men like ta hear, ta hear the cannon ball a roarin'.
Me? I like sleepin' especially in my Molly's chamber.
But here I am in prison, here I am with ball and chain, yeah.

Musha ring dum a do dum a da.
Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o.
There's whiskey in the jar-o yeah.

Whiskey in the jar-o.

Musha ring dum a do dum a da,
Musha ring dum a do dum a da hey,
Musha ring dum a do dum a da,
Musha ring dum a do dum a da hey,

Metallica
(1998)
Garage Inc.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

In 1972 I was 8 years old...

My family and I were driving from Oklahoma to California. We were on vacation so we didn’t drive straight through, we took the long way as my Dad would call it, so we strayed from beaten path at times. Somewhere along the way in Arizona we stopped on the side of the road to rest and to stretch our legs a bit. We never had much money so when I say we stopped on the side of the road, that's pretty much what we did. I know my Mom told me not to wander off so of course that's the first thing I did. I remember crawling through a fence and walking through the trees and bushes a ways and coming to an enormous canyon, bigger than anything I ever had imagined. I was on the side of it I thought because I was looking across it rather than looking at it from one end or the other. I remember looking down at the fog rising up and I always thought that I was above the clouds. It was a straight drop off and a little scary but I walked to the edge and looked down. Below me and to the sides it was dark because of the shadows created by the depth of the walls. I remember feeling a little unbalanced. I ran back to where my family was and I never told anyone because at the time I thought I would be in trouble. It was probably the farthest in any direction I’d ever seen. You could not see it from the highway as we drove off, I know because that’s all I looked for the rest of the trip. It almost haunted me, I sat quietly and thought about it for quite a ways. There was plenty of mountains and canyons along the way but nothing like that. There were some places where it seemed that the drop off came right up to the side of the highway. I really liked Arizona and New Mexico, I was 10 the last time I was there. I’ve always wondered if it looked, felt, and even smelled the same. I hope my child gets to visit there someday, I would recommend seeing the Grand Canyon, I would imagine it’s worth the time.

Once Again…

I was awake all night long, on the phone, mostly with my sister about a little family problem. Didn’t get in bed until close to the time I normally get up, 4:30AM and then the alarm goes off at 5:00 AM. I just laid there as my kid got up, let the dogs out and started her normal morning routine. I drifted back off to sleep. About 6:00 AM she woke me up to tell me that she was leaving, (that’s a rule we have, if I’m asleep when it’s time for her to leave she wakes me or if I’m asleep when she gets home she wakes me) she asked if I needed anything, I said “no", she then handed me my morning medication with a drink. I took it and ask her what would I do without her and she said “I don’t know but you’d be miserable and sad.” I asked her if she needed anything she said “no” told me she loved me, gave me a kiss, and was on her way. I rolled back over and went back to sleep. But not for long, I had to get up shortly to go pee, and that’s when I noticed that she had put my breakfast next to the computer along with a glass of ice and a bottle of Diet Mt. Dew. It’s just sick how much I love her. It’s gonna be a good day.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006


The Medicine Wheel
(part II)


The South - Uganowv

To start with a more in-depth study of the Cherokee, we need to carefully study every direction represented in the seven directions. I will start with the South as this is the start of every natural life. When we are born, we are born pure, innocent, unaffected by the influences, bad and good, of life. Thus the color white, without blot or blemish. This part represents every creation, not only man. All of nature resides in this area. And this is the area that shows how we should treat nature, all creation, with respect and complete brotherhood. This is the direction we, our spiritual beings born into the flesh. Knowing this, children should be treated with respect, protected and nurtured in the knowledge that it is the children that are closest to knowing the will and ways of the Father. Biblically, Jesus said in Matthew 18 that unless we become as little children, we will never enter into the kingdom of heaven. And if anyone should cause a child to do wrong, they would be better off if they had drowned themselves at that very moment! And again later in the next chapter He says that the kingdom of heaven belongs to children, so don't hinder them! Therefore, this agrees with the Cherokee belief that we are born in innocence and purity at the closest time of our earthly lives to the Father as we have ever been. Children are to be treated with the greatest of respect. And yet it is still our responsibility to teach our children the "rules" of this world, but without beating down their God-given spirit. It is true that each of us are born individuals and that each of us have our own will. And it is up to the parents to help guide this child in this "new" world they've entered in to make their own decisions, yet be open to the Creator's will and purpose for putting us here and not teach them the wrong ways of the world. And here I must note, we should teach our children there such a thing as "right and wrong" according to God, the Father and His teachings. And this is not only Biblical, but historically lived.

Monday, May 15, 2006


Theodore Roosevelt's Ideas on Immigrants and Being an AMERICAN in 1907"

In the first place, we should insist that if the immigrant who comes here in good faith becomes an American and assimilates himself to us, he shall be treated on an exact equality with everyone else, for it is an outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed, or birthplace, or origin. But this is predicated upon the person's becoming in every facet an American, and nothing but an American... There can be no divided allegiance here. Any man who says he is an American, but something else also, isn't an American at all. We have room for but one flag, the American flag... We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language... and we have room for but one sole loyalty and that is a loyalty to the American people."

Theodore Roosevelt
Colonel in The First United States Volunteer Cavalry during The Spanish - American War
Awarded the Medal Of Honor
26th President of The United States Of America
Collaborator of Various Peace Treaties
1906 Recipient of The Nobel Peace Prize
Author of 35 Books
Over 50 News Paper & Magazine Articles Published
Avid Hunter and Gun Owner
(1858 - 1919)

Sunday, May 14, 2006


Xmichra's MeMe, A to Z (and not a tag… hehe)


Accent: We don’t have those in Oklahoma, you have to go to New York, Virginia, Georgia, Arizona, or maybe even Canada to get those. My Bad -- I'm from Oklahoma, of course I talk like a Hick!

Booze: Yes please, and hurry. Jack Daniels neat, Miller Genuine Draft, Budweiser, or Rattlesnakes. Oh Yeah! Margaritas. My Bad -- Anything above 89 proof will do!

Chore I Hate: Mowing Lawn.

Dogs/Cats: Dogs eat cats (Xmichra can kiss my butt on the “dogs are retarded” remark) My Bad -- Cats ... they make better Tamales!

Essential electronics: Computer, Guitar Tuner, Watch, Alarm Clock (Xmichra - what about “The Rabbit”?) My Bad -- I don't need no stinking Rabbit!

Favorite perfume/cologne: Halston Z-14

Gold/Silver: Gold $700 per oz. I like Silver too.

Hometown: Muskogee, Oklahoma, U.S.A.

I-J-K and L: I made up myself because they were missing.

Illegal Activities: Why?… What have you heard? My Bad -- Domestic Violence... I killed a house cat!

Jobs Had: Carpet Layer, Grocery Store, Carpet Layer, Oil Rig, Auto Parts Store, Machinist, HTS.

Kind of Music: Rock, Metal, Country, Classical. My Bad -- Anything that drowns out the voices!

Last Time I lied: Thursday…(doesn’t ask what about) My Bad -- Letter "E" and letter "I".

Most Admired Trait: Don’t have any. In others I like people who agree with me.

Number of Sexual Partners: Right now, or Lifetime average? Right now: None. Lifetime: If I could count those that would be pathetic now wouldn’t it?… ( 11 ) My Bad -- ( 8 ) I thought anything less than 10 was Sad!

Overnight Hospital Stays: Twice, both times it was for two weeks, pneumonia/congestive heart failure and fluid overload.

Phobias: Anxiety Attacks. Having the wrong ammunition at a bad time. My dog dieing.

Quote: Tons and Tons. Tons from movies. Here’s one or two or three: (but not from movies)

“Tomorrow is the most important thing in life, comes into us at Midnight very clean, it’s perfect when it arrives an it puts itself in our hands, it hopes we learned something from yesterday”
John Wayne ~ (1907 - 1979) ~


“Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit upon his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin splitting throats.”
H.L. Mencken ~ (1880 - 1956) ~


"A joyful heart is good medicine"
Proverbs 17:20-22

Religion: I was born a Cherokee, raised a Baptist, and Baptized a Methodist. I believe in one God, one Creator I take from Christianity and incorporate the beliefs of the Cherokee as much as possible. Always remember, Religion, Faith, and Belief are not all the same.

Siblings: Three Brothers, one older and two younger. One sister, older.

Time I Get Up: Every one and a half to two hours normally. I begin my day around 4:30 to 5:00 AM -- or T-Shirt: Anyone that fits, preferably black.

Unusual talent: I have none, I‘m pretty good at everything I do but great at nothing. I strive to be mediocre.

Vegetable I refuse to eat: Turnips. Sorry... I still hate Turnips

Worst habit: Over Eating. My Big, Big Bad -- Getting Mad, Getting Angry, and Having Fits of Rage. Then comes Over Eating followed by Joking Too Much.

X-rays: Head, Lower Back, (several times) Left Knee, Left Foot, Left Ankle, Right Hand, Left hand, Left Elbow, Right Wrist, and Right Ankle again. Teeth a butt-load of times.

Yummy foods I Like: Please…I have two major food groups: One. Meat -- Two. Salt… ok I guess I have Three. Chocolate. (it was "yummy foods I make" but I changed it to "like" I can make most anything)

Zodiac Sign: Virgo. (Sept. 15th, 1964) Year of the Dragon.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

I like about 6 or 7 Rap songs, and that's stretching it. In the 70's I started listening to Rock n' Roll. One of the first albums I owned was Aerosmith - Toys in the Attic. "Walk this Way" was my favorite song. The first time I heard it by Run DMC and Aerosmith in '86, I liked to have shit, I thought it was the greatest thing ever. I bought a pair of white Adidas because of the video. I never did listen to anymore Rap but I thought it was really a sad day when someone shot Jam Master Jay in 2002. This was the first song I heard this morning when I got out of bed, I've been in a good mood every since.
RUN D.M.C. ROCKS!



Walk This Way Remix

(RUN-Muh-F**kin’-D.M.C. & Aerosmith)

[Run D.M.C.]
Now there's a backseat lover
That's always under cover
And I talk til my daddy say
Said you ain't seen nuthin
Til you're down on her muffin
And there's sure to be a change in ways
Now there's a cheer leader
That's a real big pleaser
As far as I can reminisce
But the best thing love it
Was her sister and hercousin
And it started with a little kiss, like this

She starts swingin
With the boys in tune
And her feet just fly up in the air
Singin hey diddle diddle with a kitty in the middle
And they swingin like it just don't care
So I took a big chance
At the high school dance
With a lady who was ready to play
It wasn't me she was foolin
Cause she knew what was she was doin
when she told me how to walk this way

[Chorus: Run-D.M.C. and Aerosmith]
She told me to
Walk this way!
Talk this way!
Walk this way!
Talk this way!
She told me to
Walk this way!
Talk this way!
Walk this way!
Talk this way!
Well just gimme a kiss!
Oooh, a-like this like this!


[Run-D.M.C.]
School girl sleazy
With a classy kind of sassy
Little skirt hangin way up her knee
It was three young ladies
In the school gym locker
And they find they were lookin D
I was high school loser
Never made it with a lady
Til a boy told me somethin I missed
That my next door neighbor
had a daughter had a favor
And I gave the girl just a little kiss, like this

(*Insert Joe Perry’s Classic Guitar Solo Here*)

[Aerosmith]
She starts swingin with the boys in the school
with her feet flyin up in the air
Singing hey diddle diddle with a kitty in the middle
I was swingin like I didn't care
So I took a big chance at the high school dance
With a miss who was ready to play
Wasn't me she was foolin cause she knew what she was doin
when she told me how to walk this way

She told me to
Walk this way!
Talk this way!
Walk this way!
Talk this way!
She told me to

Walk this way!
Talk this way!
Walk this way!
Talk this way!
Well just gimme some head!

(Steven Tyler wigs out a bit here,
then followed by more Joe Perry)

RUN D.M.C.
(Featuring Aerosmith)
(1986)
Raising Hell

Jason "Jam Master Jay" Mizell
(1965-2002)
-------------------------- "Nurishment" ------------------------
For Diane...
This is the first and only picture of a flower I ever took, Sunday 5.14.06 will be exactly two years since I took it. I was trying out a new camera. I know it's no empty toilet paper roll, but it was the best I could do on short notice. Mornin' Lady, thanks for making me smile.

Friday, May 12, 2006

-----------------------(oklahoma sunrise)-----------------------

This is how I start my day

If I can sleep until 4:50 AM, I do so. Then I get up and pee, wash my face, and brush my teeth. When I finish with that I go straight back to my bedroom and set down at the computer. 5:00 AM, the alarm goes off and my daughter gets up and turns it off. She lets the dogs out and goes to the bathroom ( I assume she pees also) and starts getting ready for school. Usually she lets the dogs back in around 5:15 AM and then gets in the shower. I check my e-mails, delete the spam, check jokes and prayers (a lot of folks send me prayers reminding me that I should start trying to get into heaven) Then I open up the homepage, I read Andy Capp, Garfield and Ziggy (not digging the Ziggy lately, I need to change it) check my yahoo e-mail, delete most of that, then I look at the most e-mailed photos, maybe read about the 1,212 lbs dude from Mexico, check out the local news and the national (don’t spend a lot of time with that) By this time I’m yelling at the kid to get out of the shower. She comes out of the bathroom with 15 towels wrapped around her and continues to get ready for school and fixes my breakfast. 6:00 PM she brings me my breakfast along with something to drink (Diet Mt. Dew) 6:10 she’s out the door and on her way to the bus. I open up my favorites and go to blogs. First one I look at every morning, “a woman of mystery” to see if Di has lost anymore marbles and to check out some of her excellent photography. Then it's on to "living in the woods (addendum)” followed by just plain old, “living in the woods” (is that backwards?) to see if Montanus had to shoot any FBI Ninjas stalking the encampment during the night. If all is quiet there I precede to “Xmichra” to see what the song of the day is, Billy, Dennis, or Elvis. And to check on any new photos of her life in the great white north. If she has not called me a “Spaz” or needs to explain something to me I move on to “The New York Hack” that was the first blog I started reading, but she has been neglecting it some lately (ever since she got the book deal) see if she’s updated anything or not. And then it’s to the meat and potatoes, "BITCHIN' & STUFF" and see what Babs had started today, I spend a little time here checking out the comments and posts to see how the day is shaping up. Then finally I stop by a little "inspirational" blog and see if I feel moved enough to gripe or try and give a little thanks (this could go either way) and last, my own site, check out the comments and see what AZCG has to say, I always look forward to her stopping by (she needs to start her own blog, it would be a great one) Then I do it all again (somewhere in there I eat my breakfast) after 2 or 3 trips around I figure out if I want to write something, copy and paste, or just flat out plagiarize something. Every morning, same thing, same order. I am normally done about the same time everyday between 12:00 noon and 1:00 PM, then I try and get some sleep while waiting for the kid to get home from school. I have the music on all the time I’m on the computer. I listen to the theme from “Dances With Wolves” about 10 times along with “Metallica” and some type of Country thrown in. The rest of the time it’s just random picks from my library. Throw in taking some meds, petting the dogs, and peeing quite a bit and that’s pretty much my morning. My kid spent the night with her mom so I’m kind of thrown off right now, but what does it matter, I got nothing else to do. The weekends are a little different but close to the same. Having at least this to do every morning keeps me sane, (if you can believe that?) Have A Good Day And A Good Weekend.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

The Cat In The Hat
On Aging
The Golden Years

I can not see
I can not pee
I can not chew
I can not screw
Oh my God, what can I do?
My memory shrinks
My hearing stinks
No sense of smell
I look like Hell
My mood is bad - can you tell?
My body’s drooping
Have trouble pooping
The golden years
Have come at last
The golden years
Can Kiss my Ass.
MY QUOTE OF THE DAY!!

"Women are like Guns -- The more you are around them, the more you want to shoot them."

I wish I was There

Tonight my Daughter Emily has her last Concert of the year for her Eighth Grade Band. She plays the bass Clarinet (she started out playing the Clarinet but moved to the Bass because no one else played one in the school). It will probably be her last performance ever. Next year she will be going to the High School and she elected not to take band any longer. Seems she is not impressed with her main band instructor. Apparently he is more of a frustrated musician than a teacher. He spends more of his time telling the students what he has done, can do, and how long he’s been doing it rather than taking a little time to teach somebody something. She’s been playing for three years (this is the first year at this school with this particular instructor) and she says that she has not learned anything this year, he just hands out music and tells them to be able to play it by such and such time. He even gave them a new piece on Monday to play tonight, less than four days to prepare, she said he will surly let them know if they mess up too. There has been no teaching, no techniques, no improvement, other than what comes with practice. And that has suffered due to non interest. She says a lot of kids are dropping out of band because of it. I think it’s a crying shame when a Lazy Bastard has dulled the interest of any student. But that is not what I wanted to say.
This is her last performance and I could not attend and it breaks my heart. My legs would not permit it, again. My sister Mytra took her tonight. Her mother Eva Lynn and sister Sage were to meet her there (her mother and sister live a few towns over and her mother works in another one farther away) my younger brother James will attend along with my brother Gary and his family, that is if my 5 year old nephew Charles’ Head Start’s graduation does not run over. (yes he is named after me, and he is a little shit if there ever was one) and my older brother Larry and his wife said that they will be there if they could, his health is not so good either. It’s times like this I really appreciate my family. Emily sure loves her family and she likes the support when she participates in these kind of activities. I wish I could be with them, I was in band as a kid and played ball and my Mom and Dad attended everything I did as long as Dad was not working. Emily is a good kid, she understands and if it did bother her she wouldn’t show it. She’ll be excited when she gets home and will tell me all about it, mostly about having the family together, that’s the best part for her. How did I ever get so lucky. Instead of band next year she has chosen a Computer Science class and a health and safety class that teaches First Aid and CPR so I can’t complain too much. She should be home soon so I’ll get off of here now, she says I’m on the computer too much anyway. Hey, she’s home right now. Later.

I got this from Xmichra's site -- Not bad, I'm pretty big on trying to do the right thing. And I love the movie, James Stewart is one of my all time favorites, as I've mentioned before. I loved how excited he was to be in Washington and how he was in awe of everything. It was a time when people reacted to America that way. It would be a grand thing if people acted that way today. Everyone should see this movie I recommend it 100 %. have A Good Day.

How About Some Jokes...

Men Never Listen

In a Chicago hospital, a gentleman had made several attempts to get into the men's restroom, but it had always been occupied. A nurse noticed his predicament. “Sir”, she said "You may use the ladies room if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall." He said “Thanks”, went on in and did what he needed to do, and as he sat there he noticed the buttons he had promised not to touch. Each button was identified by letters: WW, WA, PP, and a red one labeled ATR. Who would know if he touched them? He couldn't resist. He pushed WW. warm water was sprayed gently upon his bottom. What a nice felling, he thought. Men’s restrooms don't have nice things like this. Anticipating greater pleasure, he pushed the WA button. Warm air replaced the warm water, gently drying his underside. When this stopped, he pushed the PP button. A large powder puff caressed his bottom adding a fragile scent of spring flower to this unbelievable pleasure.. The ladies restroom was more than a restroom, it is tender loving pleasure. When the powder puff completed its pleasure, he couldn't wait to push the ATR button which he knew would be supreme ecstasy. Next thing he knew he opened his eyes, he was in a hospital bed, and a nurse was staring down at him. "What happened?" he exclaimed. “The last thing I remember was pushing the ATR button.” The nurse replied, “Sir the button marked: ATR is an Automatic Tampon Remover.” “Your penis is under your pillow.”

Sunday Morning Lovin'


Earlier this week I was talking with a neighbor's 24-year-old daughter who still lives at home while finishing her residency at the local hospital. I will never hear church bells ringing again without smiling.

Last Sunday, upon hearing that her elderly Grandfather had just passed away, Katie went straight from her shift to her Grandparent's house to visit her 95-year-old Grandmother to comfort her.

Apparently, when she asked how her Grandfather had died, her Grandmother had replied, "He had a heart attack while we were making love this morning.” Katie admitted to me that she had been horrified and had told her Grandmother that two people nearly 100 years old having sex was surely to be asking for trouble.

"Oh no, my Dear," her Granny had replied. "Many years ago, realizing our
advanced age, we figured the best time to do it was when the church bells would start to ring. It was just the right rhythm. Nice and slow and even. Nothing too strenuous, simply in on the Ding and out on the Dong."

Granny had then paused to wipe away a tear, and continued, "He'd still be alive if that Damned Ice Cream Truck hadn't come along."

Have A Good Day.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006



Roy Orbison is

"The Man"


Mustard; Condiment Of The Devil…

I’ve said it before, “Once you’ve turned forty, never trust your farts.” It’s the Creed I live by now. I had a Polish Hot Dog yesterday for breakfast (I know) but my times are mixed up and I just eat whatever, whenever. Well not exactly whatever anymore. Back to the “Polish Dog of Death” French’s has that new upside down bottle with the booger free tip, crust free, whatever. I don’t think Quality Control spent too much time on it because with your first blast you get a glob the size of a vanilla wafer, it goes pretty well after that but you need a knife or something to spread the first glob around and I thought that was the reason for the squeeze bottle in the first place, no knife. To make a short story shorter, my first bite was nasty, way too much mustard for the amount of kielbasa. I hate it when the meat to condiment ratio is jacked up, also reminding me that mustard and I don’t see eye to eye anymore. Too much and it’s like a glass of Mexican water and a couple of spoons of “Turbo-lax” mixed with it. Just before I went to bed at around 1:00 AM this morning I felt a few things in my stomach shift around a bit followed by something that sounded like a cheetah purring. I thought that I would probably be getting up sometime soon and spending a little quality time on the throne.

3:42 in the AM I woke up and farted… bad idea. I hobbled out of bed as fast as I could trying to keep my butt cheeks squeezed together as much as possible, limped to the bathroom and I know I started unloading before my butt hit porcelain. Fortunately the Gods were with me and my aim was true. Now I won’t lie to you, it felt pretty Damn good at first but then it turned ugly real fast. I started cramping so bad I was reaching for the “Midol”. My Lord it was uncomfortable, I won’t go into detail but I was splashing so much I knew I was going to have to wipe with a towel. When it was all said and done I just sat there and waited, because that was the third thing I learned upon reaching forty, just because you start to wipe does not mean that you are finished, (the second thing I learned was that just because you feel like you need to go, does not mean that you will go) and sure enough there was another wave of Hell before I was finished. I was through and back in bed all of three minutes before I had to get up and do it all again.

I have compiled a short list of foods and items that I would be better off avoiding either because of the flatulence probability or the full blown “Green Apple Shuffle” as my brother likes to call it.

1. MUSTARD
2. TUNA FISH
3. PORK N’ BEANS
4. WINE COOLERS
5. COORS BEER
6. TACO MAYO
7. THE DEVIL SPICE KNOW AS GINGER
(NEVER, EVER, EVER… GINGER)
8. HARD BOILED EGGS
9. MANGO CHUTNEY
10. SUSHI
( IT DOESN’T BOTHER ME, I JUST DON’T LIKE IT)
11. LIVER AND ONIONS
12. WISE PUFFED CHEESE DOODLES
13. GRAPE BUBBLE-YUM BUBBLE GUM
14. SAUERKRAUT
15. OLIVES
(ANY AMOUNT OVER 3)

Now I’m sure as I get older this list will grow, for your safety I will try and keep you up to date. Good day.

Tuesday, May 09, 2006


The Medicine Wheel
(Part One)

This is part one of an eight part series. It was way too long to post all together at once. I will try and post a new part each Tuesday. It is by no means an original piece by myself. I only wish I had the knowledge to compose a piece such as this. These are from the writings of Kelly Hartley. The medicine wheels are my addition and the colors are based on factual Sioux and Cherokee Wheels. I had originally drawn them as tattoos.

The picture above is an artist's perception of the "Trail of Tears" in 1938 when President Andrew Jackson made the Eastern band of Cherokees, mainly from Tennesee, Georgia, and surrounding States, relocate to the Indian Territories to the West, (present day Oklahoma). Many died on the trail due to extremely harsh conditions and poor treatment by the Soldiers who were escorting them. Most of the Cherokees that were forced to leave their homes, lived in houses or cabins and were farmers. Many were of mixed blood and had through the years adapted to the white man's ways. Including the way they dressed and attending english speaking schools. Still it mattered little to the Government's way of thinking.

When I pass from this life the Cherokee Medicine Wheel will be on my Grave Marker along with the words "tsa-la-gi u-we-tsi", (Cherokee Son) written in the traditional language, followed by "Good Bye, Good Luck, and Good Hunting". These are my wishes.

The Introduction
In many Native American cultures, there is a vital representative of life known as the "Medicine Wheel". This circular pattern, no matter how portrayed, represents the every aspect of life. Usually this consists of the 7 directions: west, north, east, south, sky/heavens, earth, and inner self. In this particular medicine wheel, it shows how all 7 directions intertwine with each other. I have only a little knowledge of two cultures, the Sioux and the Cherokee. However, my Cherokee knowledge does surpass my knowledge of the Sioux, therefore I will give only a very brief explanation of the Sioux's medicine wheel. After that I will be using only the Cherokee way of thinking.

And please be advised here, I will represent this in the Indian way of thinking. But I will also add scripture from time to time to back up what the Cherokees believe. So if you are offended to either or both, then please don't continue. You may be disappointed to see that the Cherokee or Sioux way of belief and the Bible are quite compatible.


The Sioux Way of Life
First I will present the Sioux reference in the four directions. They start with the west, then continue clockwise to the south, then add the Father Sky, Mother Earth, and the inner self. The west is represented with the black, where the Thunder Beings (black) reside. This is from where the rains come, a necessity to life existing on Mother Earth. The north is the place of rest, from where the snow
(white) comes, giving Mother Earth a rest. Next is the east, from where the sun (yellow) rises, a new awakening, a better understanding. And south is where the journey is completed, the spiritual (red) aspect, life after death. From here we continue our journey on.The Father Sky, the heavens is represented by the color blue. This is where the Great Spirit resides. In the skies are the stars and the comets, and other wondrous signs that shout that only the Creator could have created the whole universe, making it work in harmony and unity. And it is towards this direction our prayers are directed. Mother Earth, represented by the color green, is what feeds us, nourishes us. The Father Sky rains on Mother Earth and produces plants for animals to eat, in which turn we have the honor to gather both for our nourishment. And then you have the spotted eagle that represents the part of Grandfather, the Great Spirit, has placed within us, to guide us and direct us adhering to His will.

The Cherokee Way of Life
The Cherokee, as you will see, are very close to the Sioux. A few colors are changed, but all in all, the direction represents almost the same. First I will give a brief description as I did for the Sioux. Then I will give a much more detailed aspect of what each direction represent, especially the Four cardinal directions.To start the life cycle is the south, white, purity, natural things born into
innocence. And the west, black, represents the physical growth of all things. North is blue, as the blue-white of the snow, where it is time to allow our minds to grow and put aside our physical, allowing it rest. Eastward is red from where the sun rises, which represents the spiritual aspects, completion of the total aspect of a full balanced human life. The sky, the heavens, are represented by the color yellow (happiness in Cherokee), while the earth is represented by the color brown, representative of ever-changing world and the Sacred Fire that resides in us is green. Once the circle is completed by the spiritual aspect, then the journey starts again as pure, forgiven, fresh in the south and then we continue on through the circle of life enduring to, yet never completely reaching, perfection in a balanced life. And in all this, the heavens, the earth, and the Sacred Fire all intertwine with every area of our life as we are striving for harmony with all creation.

This one is for The Anonymous, Arizona Country Girl more commonly known as “AZCG”. How could I forget her? This one is called a “Swirlie”. My apologies for the temporary Brain Fart. This one was the first one I chose.

Monday, May 08, 2006


Marbles As Gifts...

I got the Idea from Di, she gave me a yellow "Catseye". It's mine, you can't have it.





This one is for Babs, because I would give her the world if I could. It's called "The World" of coarse.



This one is for Xmichra, it's the closest one to an "Asteroid" I could find. It's called an "Apitite" it's special.

This one is for Shad Catcher AKA Wysteria, it's called a "Dalmation" because she has a great love for dogs.


This one is called a "Steelie" they were my favorite when I was a kid. They could break regular glass marbles. Some playgrounds oulawed the use of them. This one is for Di, because it was her idea. (yeah, I know she has one already... tough!) I'm pretty sure they were really ball bearings.

This one is for Montanus, it's a marble shooter, because like myself he is a Firearms Enthusiast. (he knows a butt-load more than I do about firearms)

I know it's kind of silly but it brought back a lot of good childhood memories for me looking for these. I used to hoard them like they were gold and I would never play with my favorite ones. I really liked the ones that were transparent colors, like blues and greens, and even clear ones but I can't remember what they were called, seemed like most names ended in an "ies" like Moonies. I wonder whatever happened to them all. Well anyway, thanks for the idea Di.

Three things to give some thought to…

1- Zero Gravity:

When NASA first started sending up astronauts, they quickly discovered that ball-point pens would not work in zero gravity. To combat this problem, NASA scientists spent a decade and $12 billion developing a pen that writes in zero gravity, upside-down, on almost any surface including glass and at temperatures ranging from below freezing to over 300 degrees Celsius.
The Russians used a pencil.
When your taxes are due again -- enjoy paying them.

2 - Our Constitution:

They keep talking about drafting a Constitution for Iraq. Why don't we just give them ours? It was written by a lot of really smart guys, it's worked for over 200 years and we're not using it anymore.

3 - Ten Commandments:




The real reason that we can't have the Ten Commandments in a Court House is that you cannot post, "Thou Shalt Not Steal", Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery", and "Thou Shall Not Lie" in a building full of Judges, Lawyers, and Politicians! It creates a hostile work environment.
This is a marble for Di because she gave me a Yellow Catseye. I believe this one is known as a "Blue Oily"


Smoke Rings In The Dark

Well I won't make you tell me what I've come to understand.
You're a certain kind of woman and I'm a different kind of man.
I've tried to make you love me you've tried to find a spark.
Of the flame that burned and somehow turned to smoke rings in the dark.

The loneliness within me takes a heavy toll.
Cause it burns as slow as whiskey through an empty aching soul.
And the night is like a dagger long and cold and sharp.
As I sit here on the front steps blowing smoke rings in the dark.

I know I must be going,
cause love's already gone.
All I'm taking with me are the pieces of my heart.
All I'll leave are smoke rings in the dark.

The rain falls where it wants to the wind blows where it will.
Everything on earth goes somewhere but I swear we're standing still.
So I'm not gonna wake you I'll go easy on your heart.
I'll just touch your face and drift away like smoke rings in the dark.

I know I must be going,
cause love's already gone.
All I'm taking with me are the pieces of my heart.
All I'll leave are smoke rings in the dark...

Gary Allan
(1999)
Smoke Rings In The Dark

Sunday, May 07, 2006



I GET IT NOW !

Saturday, May 06, 2006


TAG ? MEME ? WHAT THE …

I first saw this on Xmichra’s site and then on Bab’s. I’m still not sure what “Tag” means and I sure as Hell don’t know what a “Meme” is.

I AM: PISSED OFF MOST OF THE TIME.

I WANT: TO BE HEALTHY.

I WISH: PEOPLE WERE MORE DECENT TO ONE ANOTHER.

I HATE: NOT BEING UNDERSTOOD.

I MISS: MY MOM , DAD, AND JOHN WAYNE.

I FEAR: GOD.

I HEAR: THE THEME TO “DANCES WITH WOLVES” I LISTEN TO IT EVERYDAY, IT CALMS ME DOWN.

I WONDER: WHAT I DID TO DESERVE THIS.

I REGRET: ALL OF MY SINS.

I AM NOT: FINISHED LEARNING.

I DANCE: SETTING DOWN.

I SING: EVERYDAY, AND I’M PRETTY F**KING GOOD AT IT.

I CRY: TOO DAMN MUCH.

I AM NOT ALWAYS: THOUGHTFUL

I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: THINGS I CAN LEAVE BEHIND, SO PEOPLE DON’T FORGET THAT I’VE BEEN HERE.

I WRITE: THINGS I CAN LEAVE BEHIND, SO PEOPLE WON’T FORGET THAT I’VE BEEN HERE.

I’M CONFUSED: OFTEN.

I NEED: PEOPLE TO KNOW I LOVE THEM.

I SHOULD: NOT TAKE THINGS TO HEART SO MUCH.

I START: EVERYDAY SCARED OF WHAT’S NEXT.

I FINISH: NORMALY WHAT I START.

I TAG: WHAT EXCACTLY IS “TAG”AGAIN ?


O Canada -- The Canadian National Anthem

O Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.

With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!

From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

A Short History On The Canadian National Anthem

"O Canada" was proclaimed Canada's national anthem on July 1, 1980, 100 years after it was first sung on June 24, 1880. The music was composed by Calixa Lavallée, a well-known composer; French lyrics to accompany the music were written by Sir Adolphe-Basile Routhier. The song gained steadily in popularity. Many English versions have appeared over the years. The version on which the official English lyrics are based was written in 1908 by Mr. Justice Robert Stanley Weir. The official English version includes changes recommended in 1968 by a Special Joint Committee of the Senate and House of Commons. The French lyrics remain unaltered.

(This is for my Friend, X)

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Cinco de Mayo

I’m kind of in between about this Holiday, even if it is not a National American holiday there are enough Mexicans around here that you feel the affects of it or at least see them. Some of what follows is hard for me to believe. As a Southern man who had ancestors that fought on the side of the Confederacy, if this was a National holiday I don’t think I would be joining in on the celebration, much the same as being an Indian I don’t recognize Columbus Day.

The 5th of May is not Mexican Independence Day, but it should be! And Cinco de Mayo is not an American holiday, but it should be. Mexico declared its independence from mother Spain on midnight, the 15th of September, 1810. And it took 11 years before the first Spanish soldiers were told and forced to leave Mexico.
So, why Cinco de Mayo? And why should Americans savor this day as well? Because 4,000 Mexican soldiers smashed the French and traitor Mexican army of 8,000 at Puebla, Mexico, 100 miles east of Mexico City on the morning of May 5, 1862.
The French had landed in Mexico (along with Spanish and English troops) five months earlier on the pretext of collecting Mexican debts from the newly elected government of democratic President (and Indian) Benito Juarez. The English and Spanish quickly made deals and left. The French, however, had different ideas.
Under Emperor Napoleon III, who detested the United States, the French came to stay. They brought a Hapsburg prince with them to rule the new Mexican empire. His name was Maximilian; his wife, Carolota. Napoleon's French Army had not been defeated in 50 years, and it invaded Mexico with the finest modern equipment and with a newly reconstituted Foreign Legion. The French were not afraid of anyone, especially since the United States was embroiled in its own Civil War.
The French Army left the port of Vera Cruz to attack Mexico City to the west, as the French assumed that the Mexicans would give up should their capital fall to the enemy -- as European countries traditionally did.
Under the command of Texas-born General Zaragosa, (and the cavalry under the command of Colonel Porfirio Diaz, later to be Mexico's president and dictator), the Mexicans awaited. Brightly dressed French Dragoons led the enemy columns. The Mexican Army was less stylish.
General Zaragosa ordered Colonel Diaz to take his cavalry, the best in the world, out to the French flanks. In response, the French did a most stupid thing; they sent their cavalry off to chase Diaz and his men, who proceeded to butcher them. The remaining French infantrymen charged the Mexican defenders through sloppy mud from a thunderstorm and through hundreds of head of stampeding cattle stirred up by Indians armed only with machetes.
When the battle was over, many French were killed or wounded and their cavalry was being chased by Diaz' superb horsemen miles away.
The Mexicans had won a great victory that kept Napoleon III from supplying the confederate rebels for another year, allowing the United States to build the greatest army the world had ever seen. This grand army smashed the Confederates at Gettysburg just 14 months after the battle of Puebla, essentially ending the Civil War.
Union forces were then rushed to the Texas/Mexican border under General Phil Sheridan, who made sure that the Mexicans got all the weapons and ammunition they needed to expel the French. American soldiers were discharged with their uniforms and rifles if they promised to join the Mexican Army to fight the French. The American Legion of Honor marched in the Victory Parade in Mexico, City.

This part is especially hard for me to get on board with. I wish I had more faith in our written History but it has been proved too many times that the so called truth lies in the hands of the author.

It might be a historical stretch to credit the survival of the United States to those brave 4,000 Mexicans who faced an army twice as large in 1862. But who knows?
In gratitude, thousands of Mexicans crossed the border after Pearl Harbor to join the U.S. Armed Forces. As recently as the Persian Gulf War, Mexicans flooded American consulates with phone calls, trying to join up and fight another war for America.
Mexicans, you see, never forget who their friends are, and neither do Americans. That's why Cinco de Mayo is such a party -- A party that celebrates freedom and liberty. There are two ideals which Mexicans and Americans have fought shoulder to shoulder to protect, ever since the 5th of May, 1862. VIVA! el CINCO DE MAYO!!


If Mexico is indeed so fond of America and has been throughout History, maybe someone needs to refresh their minds. (and ours as well)

The Alamo,
originally named Misión San Antonio de Valero, San Antonio and the Alamo played a critical role in the Texas Revolution. (Texas gaining it’s independence from Mexico) 189 men (Americans) defended the Alamo from General Antonio López de Santa Anna's Mexican Army of over 2000 soldiers during a 13 day siege on the mission. The 189 men considered as Texians were from all over the States, records show they were from Texas including Tejanos (Mexicans who originally occupied Texas), California, New York, Tennessee, Alabama, Louisiana, and Mississippi just to name some. The Texians defended the Mission knowing that death was imminent . No quarter was asked or given. At the end of the day on March 6th, 1836, all 189 were dead inside the walls of the Alamo. Over 1600 of the 2000 Mexican soldiers were also dead or laid dieing. Texas declared it’s independence from Mexico on March 2nd, 1836. The decisive battle that resulted in their independence was fought later near present day Houston at The Battle of San Jacinto on April 21st ,1836. The war cry that pushed the Texians onward that day was “Remember The Alamo”.

Also some years later there was another incident involving Mexico and America.

The Mexican American War between the United States and Mexico began with a Mexican attack on American troops along the southern border of Texas on Apr. 25, 1846. Fighting ended when U.S. Gen. Winfield Scott occupied Mexico City on Sept. 14, 1847. For more details go to The Mexican War

I have no problem with Mexico or Mexicans or any Race of people for that matter, but illegal immigration is getting out of hand. I don’t believe that making it a policy that immigrating illegally would be a felony crime either. Something does need to be done however. And certainly “A Day Without Immigrants” is not the way to go about things. Seriously who did this affect? I heated up a burrito in the microwave and was just fine. The people that it did affect were the immigrants themselves (lost wages) and the people who were taking advantage of the cheap labor anyway, haven’t they learned that you don’t bite the hand that feeds you. Missing school only hurt their children. A friend of mine and his coworkers went to one of their favorite Mexican restaurants on Monday and he said if it had been closed they would never go back there again. Hurting some one’s pockets hurts a lot more and a lot longer than hurting some one’s stomach. I believe the Media for some reason played it up more than it really was “waves of humanity poured though streets” Well this is getting longer than I intended so check out the photo and the caption that followed it and make up your own minds.

Demonstrator Lubian Piedras holds up a sign while wearing a sombrero at a planned protest in San Diego, California May 1, 2006. In what organizers called 'A Day Without Immigrants,' rallies across the country closed hundreds of restaurants, shops and factories. Construction projects were disrupted, day labor jobs went begging, children stayed home from school and waves of humanity poured through city streets. REUTERS/Fred Greaves

I hope to offend no one, that is not my intention at all, just thought I would throw something out there to think about.
Have a Good Day and if Cinco De Mayo is your thing, have a good time and enjoy that as much as possible, but please don't take my burrito.
This has nothing to do with anything, I just liked it.


Living On The Edge

I GOT A USED LEATHER JACKET AND AN OLD PAIR OF BOOTS WITH HOLES IN THE SOLES
AND MY 501 BLUES HAVE SEEN THE BETTER OF DAYS
NOW I DON'T HAVE A PLACE THAT'LL KEEP ME WARM AND I CAN CALL MY OWN
WHEN YOU AIN'T GOT ANY MONEY YOU CAN'T PAY NO RENT AND YOU'RE OUT

I'M GONNA BE ALL RIGHT

SO I PACK MY BAGS AND RIDE INTO THE SUNSET
I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M GONNA GO BUT THAT DON'T MATTER AT ALL

I GOT A COLLEGE DEGREE THAT MEANS NOTHING TO ME AND I AIN'T GOT A JOB
CAUSE I DON'T WANT ANYBODY TELLING ME WHAT TO DO
I GOT BAD REPUTATION AND A STORY TO MATCH SO LEAVE ME ALONE
THE WIND AT MY HEELS AND THE SOUND OF MY WHEELS KEEP ME GOING

YES I'M GONNA BE ALL RIGHT

SO I PACK MY BAGS AND RIDE INTO THE SUNSET
I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M GONNA GO BUT THAT DON'T MATTER AT ALL
I'M GONNA DO IT MY WAY AND I DON'T CHANGE FOR NO ONE
YEAH I'M LIVING ON THE EDGE AND I GOT NOTHING TO LOSE

SO I KEEP MY MOTOR RUNNING
ALL THROUGH THIS ENDLESS SUMMER NIGHT
AND THERE'S NO ONE WHO CAN TOUCH ME
IT'S ONLY ME AND MY WHEELS

*Insert Vito Bratta’s Kick Ass Rockin’ Guitar Solo Here*

SO I PACK MY BAGS AND RIDE INTO THE SUNSET
I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M GONNA GO BUT THAT DON'T MATTER AT ALL
I'M GONNA DO IT MY WAY AND I DON'T CHANGE FOR NO ONE
CAUSE I'M LIVING ON THE EDGE AND I GOT NOTHING TO LOSE

SO I PACK MY BAGS AND RIDE INTO THE SUNSET
I DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M GONNA GO BUT THAT DON'T MATTER AT ALL
I'M GONNA DO IT MY WAY AND I DON'T CHANGE FOR NO ONE
CAUSE I'M LIVING ON THE EDGE AND I GOT NOTHING TO LOSE

WHITE LION
(1989)
BIG GAME

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

OIL CHANGE

Oil Change instructions for Women:


1) Pull up to Jiffy Lube when the mileage reaches 3000 miles since the last oil change.
2) Drink a cup of coffee.
3) 15 minutes later, write a check and leave with a properly maintained vehicle.

Money spent:
Oil Change $20.00
Coffee $1.00
Total -- $21.00

Oil Change instructions for Men:

1) Wait until Saturday, drive to auto parts store and buy a case of oil, filter, kitty litter, hand cleaner and a scented tree, write a check for $50.00.
2) Stop by 7 - 11 and buy a case of beer, write a check for $20, drive home.
3) Open a beer and drink it.
4) Jack car up. Spend 30 minutes looking for jack stands.
5) Find jack stands under kid's pedal car.
6) In frustration, open another beer and drink it.
7) Place drain pan under engine.
8) Look for 5/8 box end wrench.
9) Give up and use crescent wrench.
10) Unscrew drain plug.
11) Drop drain plug in pan of hot oil: splash hot oil on you in process. Cuss.
12) Crawl out from under car to wipe hot oil off of face and arms. Throw kitty litter on spilled oil.
13) Have another beer while watching oil drain.
14) Spend 30 minutes looking for oil filter wrench.
15) Give up; crawl under car and hammer a screwdriver through oil filter and twist off.
16) Crawl out from under car with dripping oil filter splashing oil everywhere from holes. Cleverly hide old oil filter among trash in trash can to avoid environmental penalties. Drink a beer.
17) Buddy shows up; finish case of beer with him. Decide to finish oil change tomorrow so you can go see his new garage door opener.
18) Sunday: Skip church because "I gotta finish the oil change." Drag pan full of old oil out from underneath car. Cleverly dump oil in hole in back yard instead of taking it back to Kragen to recycle.
19) Throw kitty litter on oil spilled during step 18.
20) Beer? No, drank it all yesterday.
21) Walk to 7-11; buy beer.
22) Install new oil filter making sure to apply a thin coat of oil to gasket surface. 23) Dump first quart of fresh oil into engine.
24) Remember drain plug from step 11.
25) Hurry to find drain plug in drain pan.
26) Remember that the used oil is buried in a hole in the back yard, along with drain plug.
27) Drink beer.
28) Shovel out hole and sift oily mud for drain plug. Re-shovel oily dirt into hole. Steal sand from kids sandbox to cleverly cover oily patch of ground and avoid environmental penalties. Wash drain plug in lawnmower gas.
29) Discover that first quart of fresh oil is now on the floor. Throw kitty litter on oil spill.
30) Drink beer.
31) Crawl under car getting kitty litter into eyes. Wipe eyes with oily rag used to clean drain plug. Slip with stupid crescent wrench tightening drain plug and bang knuckles on frame.
32) Bang head on floorboards in reaction to step 31.
33) Begin cussing fit.
34) Throw stupid crescent wrench.
35) Cuss for additional 10 minutes because wrench hit bowling trophy.
36) Beer.
37) Clean up hands and forehead and bandage as required to stop blood flow. 38) Beer.
39) Beer.
40) Dump in five fresh quarts of oil.
41) Beer.
42) Lower car from jack stands.
43) Accidentally crush remaining case of new motor oil.
44) Move car back; apply more kitty litter to oil spilled during steps 23 & 43.
45) Beer.
46) Test drive car.
47) Get pulled over: arrested for driving under the influence.
48) Car gets impounded.
49) Call loving wife, make bail.
50) 12 hours later, get car from impound yard.

Money spent:
Parts $50.00
DUI $2500.00
Impound fee $75.00
Bail $1500.00
Beer $40.00
Total -- $4,165.00

Knowing the job was done right: Priceless

Tuesday, May 02, 2006



WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ? AND PLEASE TELL ME THAT "QUALITY ASSURED" DOES NOT MEAN THAT IT WAS PRE-TESTED !

I was looking for images of "The Energiser Bunny" and this thing came up under "The Jack Rabbit 2000". This will not be posted long, I have an image to uphold but I was curious as to WHO would use this? All comments and phone numbers will be appreciated. Thank you.
Can't Blame White People
by BILL COSBY

"They're standing on the corner and they can't speak English. I can't even talk the way these people talk, Why you ain't, Where you is, What he drive, Where he stay, Where he work, Who you be... And I blamed the kid until I heard the mother talk. And then I heard the father talk. Everybody knows it's important to speak English... except these knuckleheads. You can't be a doctor with that kind of crap coming out of your mouth. In fact you will never get any kind of job making a decent living. People marched and were hit in the face with rocks to get an education, and now we've got these knuckleheads walking around. The lower economic people are not holding up their end in this deal. These people are not parenting. They are buying things for kids. $500 sneakers for what? And they won't spend $200 for Hooked on Phonics. I am talking about these people who cry... when their son is standing there in an orange suit. Where were you when he was 2? Where were you when he was 12? Where were you when he was 18...? And how come you didn't know that he had a pistol? And where is the father? Or who is his father? People putting their clothes on backwards. Isn't that a sign of something gone wrong? People with their hats on backward, pants down around the crack, isn't that a sign of something? Or are you waiting for Jesus to pull his pants up? Isn't it a sign of something when she has her dress all the way up and got all type of needles piercing going through her body? What part of Africa did this come from? We are not Africans. Those people are not Africans, they don't know a thing about Africa. With names like Shaniqua, Taliqua, and Mohammed, and all of that crap, and all of them are in jail. Brown or Black versus the Board of Education is no longer the white person's problem. We have got to take the neighborhood back. People used to be ashamed. Today a woman has eight children with eight different 'husbands' -- or men or whatever you call them now. We have millionaire football players who cannot read. We have million-dollar basketball players who can't write two paragraphs. We as black folks have to do a better job. Someone working at Wal-Mart with seven kids saying, "you are hurting us". We have to start holding each other to a higher standard. We cannot blame the white people any longer. It is not for the media or anyone of this time anymore to say whether I'm right or I'm wrong. It is time, ladies and gentlemen, to look at the numbers. Fifty percent of our children are dropping out of high school. Sixty percent of the incarcerated males happen to be illiterate. There's a correlation. Tell the media to stop asking me what I think about people who don't believe what I'm saying or feel that I'm too harsh or feel that I'm just running my mouth because I'm old. Seventy percent of the teenagers pregnant happen to be African American girls. Don't ask me to soften my message." - Bill Cosby
It's not just black kids and young black people it's all colors, white, tan, and red.
You just have to love Bill.

Monday, May 01, 2006


~~~~~~~PEACOCK ?~~~~~~~
~ BEWARE THE JINX OF THE PORCUPINE ~

A friend of mine, Babs of “Bitchin’ & Stuff” fame, published a post about a couple of penguins that were thought to be gay (I guess they were proven to be gay) it was reported that they were seen engaging in “Nuts to Butts” activities, several times. Hey, as long as they’re happy, I’m jazzed. One of the comments left on that post follows below:

S.C. said…

“Hey - reminds me - did you know there is one animal (other than us :) scientists have discovered masturbates in front of their would-be mate (saw it on Discovery or one of those channels). He's a porcupine-looking dude In Australia, I think. Anyhow...they filmed several incidents. He stands up in front of her (she's foraging and not paying much attention to him), he starts jacking off, then he gets as close to her as he can and ejaculates. He could do it over and over! They showed them (the males) competing, too, like "Hey! I can do it better than YOU CAN!" It was awesome!”


Pretty funny, right? I commented back to her: “Hey, what kind of freaky PBS porn you been watching?” And then I went on about my business and later on I find myself watching TV and flipping channels when I come across channel “11”, PBS right, and I hear, “You want to make sure that the Lion is fully tranquilized before you try and extract the sperm.” Oh yeah! I stop flipping and turn up the sound. It goes on to show this woman (in Africa out in the Serengeti Bush) shoot a Lion in the hip with a tranquilizer dart, from the front seat of a Land Rover. A few minutes later this big ass Lion is down and the lady is checking out his sack! Yeah, his nuts (they're furry and soft looking). She goes on and checks it out for other health issues and determines it to be about 4 years old. She double checks it one more time to see if it’s good and under (the darn thing is snoring) the dude with her shows some scares on his arm where a Lion jacked him while he was “Extracting a Load” I’m thinking “serves him right”, even this country boy from Ok knows you don’t go touching no Serengeti Bush Lion’s nut sack when he’s awake. Anyway, this lady takes an “instrument” about the size of a large carrot and sticks it in the Lion’s butt. He stops snoring, but he doesn’t really move. Then they hook it up to a truck battery and -- ZAPPO! This Lion unloads about a quart and a half of “Cat Gravy” I mean to tell ya, that cat just laid there with one leg up in the air a bit and it’s shaking like your dog does when you find the sweet spot while scratching him. My dog jumped up and left the room and I just sat there and thought, “no friggin’ way”, I was so shocked I didn’t even catch why they were doing it. I did immediately think “I‘m bloggin’ this tomorrow”. So there you have it, Bush Porn on the Discovery Channel. Inquiring Minds… Cool! Have a Good day.