Sunday, December 31, 2006

An observation on life

In life, those who live by the sword shall perish by the bullets of those who do not follow that life style..

Monday, November 20, 2006

Taken (without shame) from another daughter's blog

9 Very Weird Things About Me (My Daughter):

1. I am right-handed, except when firing a weapon, at which point I suddenly become left-eye dominant and my right side is useless. I once fired 35/40 shots correctly with my left hand, almost an eagle-eye!

2. As a kid, I once stepped on a bee just to see what would happen. As you might imagine, I was stung on the bottom of my bare foot. Ah, science in action!

3. I am miserable at step aerobics, but I can march and play an instrument.

4. I can make my tongue look as if it has three rolls in it.

5. If I see tripe in the meat department at the grocery store, I feel a little icky for the rest of the day.

6. I have eaten frog legs. And snails.

7. I like to read the very last page of a book first, just to see if the ending is compelling. This does not ruin the book for me.

8. I like to eat my m&m's in groups of even numbers, so that I can chew the same number on each side of my mouth (two and two, usually).

9. I would rather watch commercials than flip through channels when my show is on a break. I hate to miss things!

That is all. Please feel free to appropriate for your own blog. :)

Posted by DadaMama

The adventure continues/The Old Salt

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Halloween 06

Buzz Lightyear and his faithful pal Woody set out looking for tricks or treats





Swooping through the neighborhood in search of candy, Buzz appears to have lost his ability to communicate with friends or strangers.















Buzz always sticks close to his friend Woody, strange things seem to lurk in the dark.





As you can see, Buzz is a natural born leader. His battle cry seems to be "This Way!"










He moves right along, Buzz has a purpose.


Buzz and Woody with Mom






Mom is trying to help Buzz pose in his flying position



And last but not least is Buzz with his "Nana" whom you will note along with the "Mom" is not in any costume.

Just a historical note both, Buzz and Woody were led to believe that the womenfolk pictured herein would be dressed as pirates. However, their plan was more nefarious than that. They tricked us and walked around in jogging suits, although they never did even attempt to jog.

Tis a sad day when adults trick heros like Buzz and Woody!

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

From a USMC Sergeant

John Kerry said, "You know education, if you make the most of it, you study hard, you do your homework, and you make an effort to be smart, you can do well, and if you don’t, you get stuck in Iraq”

So I wrote him a letter:I am a Sergeant in the United States Marine Corps. I am currently on my second tour in Iraq, a tour in which I volunteered for. I speak Arabic and Spanish and I plan to tackle Persian Farsi soon. I have a Bachelors and an Associates Degree and between deployments I am pursuing an M.B.A. In college I was a member of several academic honor societies, including the Golden Key Honor Society. I am not unique among the enlisted troops. Many of my enlisted colleagues include lawyers, teachers, mechanics, engineers, musicians and artists just to name a few. You say that your comments were directed towards the President and not us. If we were stupid Senator Kerry, we might have believed you.

I am not a victim of President Bush. I proudly serve him because he is my Commander and Chief. If it was you who was President, I would serve you just as faithfully. I serve America Senator Kerry, and I am also providing a service to the good people of Iraq. I have not terrorized them in the middle of the night, raped them or murdered them as you have accused me of before. I am doing my part to help them rebuild. My role is a simple one, but important. You see Senator Kerry, like it or not, we came here and removed a tyrant (who terrorized Iraqis in the middle of the night, and raped them and murdered them). And we have a responsibility to see to it that another one doesn’t take his place. The people of Iraq are recovering from an abusive relationship with a terrible government and it’s going to take some time to help them recover from that. We can’t treat this conflict like a microwave dinner and throw a temper tantrum because we feel like it’s taking too long.

Senator Kerry, you don’t have to agree with this war. You don’t have to say nice things about those of us who choose to make sacrifices for the rights of every American rather than sit back and simply feel entitled to it. But please Senator Kerry, if you’re going to call me a stupid murdering rapist, stick by what you say. Don’t tell me that I misunderstood or that you would never insult a veteran because you’re one too. Having been there and done that does not give you a free pass to insult me.

My suggestion for you, Senator Kerry, is to remember that your speeches are recorded, and broadcast to us simpletons over here. You may want to write down what you want to say before you say it, maybe have somebody look at it before you say it and tell you what others might hear. Remember that we can’t read your mind, if there are any misinterpretations in what you say, it’s because you didn’t communicate clearly.

Good luck to you Senator Kerry, if nothing else it’s always entertaining to watch you try and climb out of the holes that you constantly dig for yourself.Sincerely,Somebody who is watching his daughter grow up in photographs so that you can have the right to say whatever you want about him.

This was taken from my daughter's blog @ http://www.jacquibeepink.blogspot.com/

Thursday, October 19, 2006

In Another Life, Eons Ago, I was also the Chief of the Boat

The Chief of the Boat


Here's to the sailor called COB, that stands for Chief of the Boat.

He's generally the oldest and smartest of all the old goats afloat.

There have been many like him down through the years, they have served on subs far and wide,and when work parties are needed from him you cannot hide.

He's the senior Chief on board the boat, on him the officers rely, if they can't get something done real quick to him they run and cry.

This makes him mad that they have to do this, to them he says," Aye, Aye"

He heads for the trouble spot, he yells, snarls and bellows and after a minute of this all you see is navy asses and elbows.

He don't take no guff, no crap, or back talk, you better do as your told, he don't like his sailors to be cockey, surley or bold.

It only takes once to cross the COB and you will never see a sorrier gob.

But if you do the best that you can and give your all to the boat, why he can be the nicest old guy you ever met afloat.

Without them who knows what would happen, Chiefs are vital to the Navy it's true, but the smartest and best have taken the test and on submarines they do crew.

So here's to the COB, he ain't pretty, but he knows a lot more than most and if you pay attention to him, someday you'll be able to boast, I learned it all from this old Chief, way back in '53.

He was called the Chief of the Boat, but he was like a God to me.

So get yourselves to working and we'll make our boat the best, I've got to walk this non-qual through and give him a final test.

For I have made the grade you see, I'm the Senior Chief afloat, and my chest swells with a lot of pride for I am now Chief of the Boat.

THE END

Dedicated to all COBs past and future, thanks for helping another stupid kid become a man.

Taken from http://www.goatlocker.org/resources/cpo/anecdotes/cob.htm

Friday, July 21, 2006

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

My Cat, Crash






Here are three pictures of my cat, Crash. He is a fair sized black cat found adrift in Gainesville, FL by my daughter a few years ago when she was a student.














When found, he was quite young and also very hungry. His first meal consisted of two hot dogs consumed in record time. It was also noted when found that he had a neurological problem with his rear. If someone steps on his tail, he does not react properly. With his problem, he is somewhat unaware of his hindquarters. He will use a cat box, but his butt may be hanging outside when he does.









His major problem is taking care of his fur. His front half is scrupiously groomed. However, he does little to the back half. He has major under fur of fine hair which most cats would remove by grooming. Since he does not, the underhair is not removed and builds up as a very thick pelt. His pelt can be removed by pulling it out, but if you upset his good nature, bear in mind his front half is a formidable full grown tomcat.










So last week while we were out of town, Crash got a haircut. Here are some pictures taken of him right after we turned him loose in the backyard.







He was a bit shy. In fact, I had to wait for him to out from behind the Bouginvillia bush he likes to reside in when he is outside.
















This is a good shot of his new lion tail. He also looks like he is wearing boots.


















Check out the boots, he looks like a fisherman in waders.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Safety Alert with photo of driver

This safety alert is repeated here from the blog of Princess Toadstool:


"Fellow drivers, pedestrians, dog walkers, joggers, gardeners and anyone that values life here on planet Earth, please be on the look-out for a 900 series, gray 1991 Volvo Deluxe Station Wagon. It can usually be seen taking out hedges, jumping cement parking blocks and creating orphan Garden Gnomes. There has been no description released of the driver as of late since all you can see of the individual before she plows through your shrubbery is the profile of a mushroom and a rather pronounced schnoz. There is no point in honking or waving a specific finger at this individual, as she can not hear you... as she is thoroughly engrossed in conversation on her cell."

Over the weekend, I was able to get a snapshot of the elusive Volvo pilot mentioned above while she was in her native habitat. Whether her driving habits will be improved due to the increased visibility caused by her new hairdo is unknown at this time.

US Postal Service Proof



Here, from the US Postal Service is indisputable proof that the crafty, wily and elusive "Nana McGeezle" does in fact exist. The evidence leaves no room for doubt as the US Postal Service tracked her down and delivered her mail. As a government agency, they take there job very seriously. For the federal government, getting McGeezle her mail is every bit as serious as making sure Mr. Claus gets his mail.