...has sprung on the Stretchengeti.

I love this Latitude.

Click for a larger view.

Anyway, here's a photo I took of the Greenland coast from 45,000 feet...on the way home from Reykjavik ...kind of puts things in perspective, ya think?

I

Anybody Home?

His doctors tell me he has the perfect physique. They also tell me he has the best disposition of any Dachshund they know. My dog Stretch has everyone fooled, but I will say, he can back down the big ass chocolate Lab that lives behind us every time. He is fearless, and on my side...which is a good thing. I'm serious, he takes on dogs that out weigh him ten or twenty times...and will not back off.

German Engineered.

This little Rascal is fearless, but really smart. I pay close attention to his shenanigans, and he works it out. He remembers...he learns..and he is as stubborn as anyone can be. He can also dig a hole as deep as he is long in no time.

I've not had to shoot any squirrels, rabbits, or snakes in a while. I think I'm going to get him a buddy, but I really don't know if I could handle two of 'em.

He is one bad-ass ride.

I've lost EVERYTHING in a fire before. I know several others who have as well. Truly some Bad Bad Juju, but if you can get though it...you will be a better person.

I really don't give a fuck if California falls into the sea...fuck the political left (coast), but I feel for all those people who have lost everything, or are about to experience the ultimate loss. When you lose all your stuff, everything, it can be traumatic.

Right, Wrong, or Indifferent...you will lose some memories related to physical stuff...but you will remember that one most important thing later on...years later.

It will make you cry.

They are saying that this is the largest evacuation of people in U.S. history..since the Civil War...

Whoa...Damn...

I wish there was something I could do to help, but I can't.

I wonder if other nations will come to our aid? Like we always do under the same circumstances...I think not.

Fuck 'em all...

People, we stand alone, but hopefully we stand together...just so Hillary Clinton ain't in the mix.

Fuck that bitch.

This was not intended to be a political post...but I will tell you...if we elect a Democrat next time around...we're all fucked. Your children will be more fucked then us.

Just a thought!

I sure as hell didn't know this.

Place a penny in the most shallow tread groove with Lincoln's head down. See the top of his head? The tire should be replaced.

Tire (and vacuum cleaner) salesmen never cease to amaze me.

...I do.

Never take your eyes off her right hand...Never Ever.

It is, what it is...

Everyone has had cottonmouth before...like the morning after you've had way to many cold beverages the night before...but that is not what I'm talking about...I'm talking about a pissed off Water Moccasin.

When I was a young kid, we had a pretty good-sized stream over the hill in the neighborhood. The boys and me dammed it up, and created a three / four foot pool about 30X30 feet. It was in the middle of the woods, and that was one of our places. We had a tree house and everything that goes with it. Very cool. We even had codes.

All of us had our own pellet guns, but they don't do you much good when you're swimming naked or not. They were all on the bank.

Anyway, we're all naked splashing around in our private lake when Jimbo yells, "snake over there". I looked just in time to see a big-ass, 3-4 foot Cottonmouth slide off the bank into the water. This fucker was not afraid of us at all...in fact; I think it was pissed off because it started swimming straight towards me. They're much faster than you think. I'm backing up towards the bank as fast as possible, but realized I couldn't make it before this fucking crazy snake made it to me. I swear to the Maker I was actually worried. I thought to myself, "where am I going to be bitten, and will it kill me?

If anything you experience goes into slow motion...think fast, because it is just an illusion.

Some of my buddies had made it to the bank...they realized the predicament I was in, and while they were grabbing their guns...Billy tossed a Louisville Slugger to me.

Thank you Billy...you bought me all the time I needed. I grabbed that bat and started swinging like a wild man, all the while trying to get out of the water.

This damn snake was coming after my ass. I was his or her closest target.

Seriously, I was really worried.

I yelled, throw me a baseball glove.

The next thing I heard was five or six shots, then pump...pump...pump...pump...reload...and more shots.

To this day, I cannot believe that my buddies were able to shoot a fucking Water Moccasin, swimming zig-zag for my ass...with pellet guns. I cannot believe they hit it.

All in all, I say they shot that bastard about thirty times.

Hell, after we fished it out, and it was way long dead...I shot that fucker myself...just because I knew the code.

We skinned it and hung it above the entrance to our tree house.

To this day, I believe Jimbo has it ...problem is...Jimbo died, so I'm gonna have to get up with his sister and see if we can find it. This is something that needs to be hanging in the Brier Patch.

Bottom line: from a child's point of view...this was one of the first times I understood "FEAR"

If, for some reason, you would like to challenge me...feel free. I love the thrill of he hunt chase.

You might ask why I'm talking about the hunt...or the chase....Just had about a two-hour conversation with my "Best Man".

Life is good...

If you have no friends...you have nothing.

I'm just saying!!!!

A question:

I need a .22 caliber rifle. A good one...one that keeps going and going like the fucking Energizer Bunny. Money is really not an issue, but reliability and stability is.

What are my options?

Do I need a scope?, and if so...what power?

Y'all help me out with this one.

Thanks...

...if your still around...shoot me an email, and a case of Bundy.

Half OverProof

...to my previous post.

Round one goes to me.

Round two begins:

I'm going to have to fight dirty now...no negotiations...him or me...I will cut this motherfucker in fucking half. He is done.

He made a mistake...he underestimated me...it will be his demise.

Life...shit happens...he has no idea how to play the game he started...there are no rules in my frame of mind. Some people are just plain fucking stupid and way out of their league before they realize it.

This motherfucker will not win...period...plain and simple.

I'm really fucking sorry about my fucking language.

I learned it from my buddy Yabu.

Bwahahahahahahahah!!!!

Tomorrow, I will be forced to go head to head with someone I have no respect for. I will win, but it will be bittersweet. The plot will once again thicken, and I will be forced to play the second half of the game..again.

I hate shit like this, but I'm down with me. If I believe in something...the best bet is on me...causing I've thought it through.

Battle Stations.

As my good friend says...she knows who she is..."it is what it is".

Dayum!!!

*** I will find my own way out ***

I was having a conversation with a friend of mine this afternoon and she made me remember how fortunate I am to know some very intelligent people. I've got some Catdaddy friends. Thank you.

I'm making a pot of chili with the peppers and tomatoes I'm growing in my garden. Too bad I didn't have a cow or pig to shoot. Occasionally I feel the need to shoot or stab something.

I've been really busy trying to put some bread on the table so I've neglected my new iMac. Not today. This thing is cooler than sliced bread. Even though, some think, UNIX is an operating system named after a bunch of guys with no nuts...I'm here to tell you this thing will run underwater. I'm starting to slow dance with it. Mac OS is built on top of *NIX.

The problem ...they're expensive, but you've got to pay to play. It is what it is. I was drunk when I bought mine...just kidding.

Bottom line: This iMac client shit is intuitive, and is so much superior to any Windows bullshit...it ain't even funny. I hope I didn't offend anyone, but if I did...wake up and smell the bacon.

It is always safe to slow dance with a guy with no nuts.

Bwahahahahahahahahah!!!!

Did you ever wonder what happens when you're flying a F-16, which only has one engine, and your engine sucks in a bird?

Watch close...you can see it.

You've probably got to jump out of it, and hope for the best.

What is amazing to me is...how calm, cool and collected these guys were with a situation that can only be described as a Major Problem.

I would've said "fuck...fuck...fuck", they said "eject...eject...eject"

If it was me, I'd insist flying something with two engines.

I wonder who wrote this.

Backed in a corner against the cold stone walls of the old Lafitte, I rested and watched one night too damn many years ago to count or really fucking care...

Have you ever been seasick?

I haven't, but I was on a 65 foot Swan about three quarters of the way to the Abacos from South Florida...and it was blowing like hell (steady 45 knots...gusting way higher)...and my buddy had a bad time with it. So bad, he not only had the pukes...he had major vertigo. We thought he might die, and so did he. I swear to the Maker, I've never seen anyone that sick in my life. We were truly worried...out in the ocean, in the middle of nowhere, you are alone. There is no help close by. That is food for thought.

Sailboats are, by physics, much more stable than stinkpots (boats with a motor), but once you're sick...you're sick. There is no getting well until you reach dry ground...and even then it takes time.

They say motion sickness is caused by an imbalance in your inner ear, and by losing sight of the horizon. I can't say for sure, but what I can say is that my buddy was in bad shape. Real bad shape. He had us all worried.

We finally made port, and I kid you not...he couldn't stand without assistance for two days...he was that fucked up.

Funny thing is...We'd been sailing in some pretty good blows before...no problem. This one just got him...I mean I was pulling G's on the fore deck.

It wasn't like this was his first time in some big seas, but it was his first time taking everything for granted.

Live and learn.

You cannot tame Mother Nature. To be completely honest, I was a little worried myself. A 65 footer is a pretty good sized boat, but when you're in the middle of the ocean...can't see anything but BIG swells and waves...no land...it does tend to make you think. Did I mention, it was blowing the squirrels out of the trees?

He got his legs (equilibrium) back in a few days, and everything was good. Shit happens.

One thing I remember...when someone is that sick and there is nothing you can do to help 'em...helpless was defined for me.

My woman and me are heading down to the new and improved Casa Feisty. Gonna buy me some new boots and eat some Dove breasts with a dollop of cream cheese, a slice of Jalapeno, and wrapped in bacon...built by the number one Grillboy.

Get Down is an understatement.

If this wasn't a G rated blog... I'd say that gives me a hard on.

As Yabu would say...Cool Runnings!

Rachel Lucas is back in the saddle again.

Her blog is one of the first I read...this lady is truly a firecracker.

I do loves me anyone with an opinion...especially when they can back it up...and I agree with 'em.

Seriously, she can slow dance with the best.

...Christina has the permanent keys to this crib. She'll be around for as long as she wants. We have a lot in common.

I'm just sayin'

I need some new skates...so, I'm heading down to my good friends crib, who live in Texas, to take care of my minor problem.

If Velociman doesn't show...I'll take care of him as well. Break Left.

Trust me on this...I might even take my dog.

Why do you have three balls that separate posts?

Still testing...I've got some strange things going on.

Another test...my Boots post went to La la Land...

My backyard neighbor has recently adopted an "outside" cat. I have nothing against cats, but this one is driving Stretch absolutely crazy. Stretch can't get to it because of the fence, the damn cat knows this...and taunts him, and that really makes him ballistic. He, Stretch, is keeping the whole damn neighborhood awake with his continous barking. Stretch and I had a talk this morning. I told him my plan, and he agreed

Tonight, I'm gonna shoot that damn cat...jump the fence and recover its body..dispose of it...and be done with it. I checked it out last night...there is enough light to get a clean shot...that cat will be history.

I know nothing. Damn thing moved on as far as I'm concerned.

This is a TEST!!!

Are you Motherfuckers ready to slow dance?

I am.

***Update***

My profanity checker is not working, and I have no idea why

Sorry about that.

Bwahahahahahahah!!!!

It will take me a little to get everything tuned up...but I'll get it done. I love sleeping on some sharp shit...know what I mean?

You got a curfew note?

...ain't old, but she can go downtown with some destruction. You want her on your side.

Is the back door open?

Does this key still work?

We will see.

I've kept journals all my life. I can stack 'em in triple columns from floor to ceiling.

I was reading some of the old stuff tonight.

Amazing...can not even believe that was me.

I do have some tales.

True...at...False.. at...

Where are you at? Where is it at?

Where the hell is the UAE at?

Just so you'll know.

Some of the people bitching at me don't know where the United Arab Emirates is at. They must not know where the Earth is at. How the hell can you bitch at something if you don't know where it's at?

It is between the "A" and the "T". The A, and the fucking T. Do you know where that is at?

Where do you live at?

Bwahathaathaathaat at!!!

I'm not at, where you think I'm at. At least, not now.

Too Funny!!!

I took an old friend fifty miles to the airport the other day. He told me before we left, he didn't think he'd ever been faster than one-hundred miles an hour.

I took care of that.

Lord, Lord, Lord knows I took care of that.

This puppy is fun to drive...fast...it doesn't settle down until about a hundred. 140 - 150 MPH is nothing.

This thing was designed to keep pace on the Auto-Bahn. This thing is a rocket!!! A stable rocket. They should have named it a Messhersmit SM-123.

There is much to be said about German engineering.

Anyway, I'm still here.

Hat tip to Jack.

For Our Democrat Friends:

Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low-stress, non-addictive, gender-neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the religious/secular persuasion and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all. I also wish you a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2006, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose contributions to society have helped make America great. Not to imply that America is necessarily greater than any other country nor the only America in the Western Hemisphere. And without regard to the race, creed, color, age, physical ability, religious faith or sexual preference of the wishee. By accepting these greetings you are accepting these terms. This greeting is subject to clarification or withdrawal. It is freely transferable with no alteration to the original greeting. It implies no promise by the wisher to actually implement any of the wishes for herself or himself or others, and is void where prohibited by law and is revocable at the sole discretion of the wisher. This wish is warranted to perform as expected within the usual application of good tidings for a period of one year or until the issuance of a subsequent holiday greeting, whichever comes first, and warranty is limited to replacement of this wish or issuance of a new wish at the sole discretion of the wisher.


For Our Republican Friends:

Here's wishing all of You a
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

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...to start bitchin' again.

Had to take a break.

Know what i mean?

My friend who drives the Tight Ass Cadillac is looking to make some bread.

I know 'im, and I know he's good at what he does...causing I do pretty much the same thing.

Donnie be straight up...

Three periods ...

I am I'm

Quotes "quotes"

Well, It's October 24th, and I'm going to have to turn the heat on. I was hoping to make it till November, but that ain't gonna happen. It is cold as hell in the Brier Patch. Cold as hell? Well, not cold as hell, but 60 degrees (inside) anyway.

Turning the heat on truely means you have accepted the move from one season into another. Forget the calendar.

Damn...I love Fall. So does Stretch...he is wild!!!

From my good friend Chrissy.

Her mother lives in Lake Charles...which got hammered.

"Hey Guys,

I've basically put the same post at Sadie's, Feisty, and Just Us Chickens.

I need to get to my mom in the next few days and need to know what the roads and gas situations are like.

Can you please ask your readers who are between Houston and Lake Charles (and to the immediate north of those areas) for information on gas and roads?

Feel free to post my email: justdotchristina@gmail.com

Your assistance is greatly appreciated.

Many thanks.

Love to all,
Christina"

If anyone can help...I'll make it up to you.

Thanks...Sam

The best BBQ Crabs I've ever had in my life came from a little joint in Port Arthur, Texas.

Looks like it is right in the new projected path of Rita.

Damn!

To my point:

I'm about 120 miles, as the helicopter flies, from the Atlantic coast. We have many hurricanes in North Carolina, and I've experienced 80 MPH winds, here at home, on several occasions. The Cape Fear area, Wrightsville Beach, and Wilmington usually get creamed. They are ground zero.

What's different this year, so far?

There have been no Cape Verde storms.

The hurricanes that most often strike the North Carolina coast, or the Atlantic coast for that matter, develop off the Cape Verde islands, off coast of Africa...Cape Verde-type hurricanes are those Atlantic storms that develop into tropical storms fairly close to the Cape Verde Islands and then become hurricanes long before reaching the Caribbean.

They build early on, and roar across the Atlantic, full force, with nothing to stop 'em, and then slam into the east coast.

What I find interesting is this: These two latest Cat 5's, developed as tropical storms in the northern Caribbean, barely reached Cat 1 Hurricane status before skirting south Florida, and then went Cat 5 ballistic over the Gulf.

This never happens. It’s not global warming…it is something else.

Just my opinion…

Yesterday at 7:34:20 pm, I broke the barrier. Visitor 100,000 stopped by The Brier Patch…and they wern’t from Google.

They came from The Grouchy Old Cripple. How cool is that? I’ve actually gotten toe-up with him.

Denny, dinner is on me in Helen.

How about that girl on the left.

Thanks man…I’ll see you soon.

I've been talking to him for a long time.

For those of you who've stopped by...I appreciate it.

I can relate to the "Tar Baby".

Thank You.

In my opinion, Louisiana (New Orleans in particular) and the Gulf Coasts of Mississippi and Alabama have suffered three disasters.

1. Storm (wind and rain)

2. Flood (water)

3. Scum (people)

I'm just saying.

Anyway, I feel better. I just capped a big-ass squirrel, from my kitchen, on the move, from about 45 yards with my .177 one-pumper. Good shot, if I don’t say so myself.

Damn, there can’t be many left. I’ve already killed 30 or 40 this year…and the year before that…and the year before that…and the year before that…and the year before that.

I liken the yard rats to the scum in NOLA…we should just shoot ‘em, and be done with it.

I've been tagged by Uzi. Better than being shot.

1. Number of books I own:

At least 1,500. They are everywhere...I mean everywhere.

2. Last book I bought:

Lost City by Clive Cussler...an airplane ride book bought in desperation one minute before I boarded. "Specially designed for comfortable reading", which means it's double spaced, is longer, is thicker, and has more pages. Reminds me of something else.

3. Last book I completed:

Pompeii by Robert Harris

4. Five books that mean a lot to me:

I can't even begin to name five...sorry.

5. What are you currently reading?

The World of the Ancient Maya - John S. Henderson

Yabu, whom I met in New Orleans last month, has a blurb up that mirrors my thoughts, exactly.

These people have some Bad Bad Juju goose-stepping through their brains.

What is wrong with these people?

From the INBOX:

If any of you have ever been to a military funeral in which taps were played; this brings out a new meaning of it. Here is something Every American should know. Until I read this, I didn't know, but I checked it out and it's true:

We in the United States have all heard the haunting song, "Taps". It's the song that gives us that lump in our throats and usually tears in our eyes. But, do you know the story behind the song? If not, I think you will be interested to find out about its humble beginnings.

Reportedly, it all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land.

During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay severely wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment.
When the Captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead.

The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, the boy enlisted in the Confederate Army.

The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial, despite his enemy status. His request was only partially granted. The Captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for his son at the funeral.

The request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate. But, out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one musician. The Captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's uniform. This wish was granted.

The haunting melody, we now know as "Taps" ... used at military funerals was born.

The words are ...

Day is done, gone the sun

From the lakes, from the hills
From the sky, all is well.

Safely rest, God is nigh...
Fading light dims the sight

And a star gems the sky ...
Gleaming bright from afar

Drawing nigh falls the night...
Thanks and praise for our days

Neath the sun, neath the stars

Neath the sky, as we go.

This we know .. God is nigh.

I, too, have felt the chills while listening to "Taps" but I have never seen all the words to the song until now. I didn't even know there was more than one verse. I also never knew the story behind the song and I didn't know if you had either so I thought I'd pass it along.

I now have an even deeper respect for the song than I did before.

This is interesting.

...The Crux of the Matter

Today, both sides fail to realize the essential complementarity of science and theology. Science describes the relationship between objects. Theology describes the relationship between persons. Because persons possess bodies, that is, because persons can be treated as objects, science makes the fatal mistake of assuming persons are objects. Because they are so successful at describing the interaction between inanimate objects, scientists then think they can successfully describe the interaction between persons...

Read it here.

Been nuking A BUNCH of comment and ping spam again. If I got a keeper by mistake...Sorry.

I did not say that!

Bwahahahah!!!!

I took care of this problem today. I had to blow off this to do it, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.

It was my intention to blow the fucker up (seriously...and anyone who knows me, knows I would do it), but I backed out at the last minute. Also, I got a little folding money for not doing it. It wasn't about the money...it was just too damn hot today for a fire.

Anyway, it is done (or not done) now...time to move forward. It has been a long time since I haven't owned an American vehicle. As much of a patriot as I am...I will not buy shit just because it is made in America.

Sad, but true.

WillyShake points to a truly touching story of triumph.

Go read it.

Atlantic

Arlene
Bret
Cindy
Dennis
Emily
Franklin
Gert
Harvey
Irene
Jose
Katrina
Lee
Maria
Nate
Ophelia
Philippe
Rita
Stan
Tammy
Vince
Wilma

What do you think about Q, U, X, Y, Z ?

I'm not up until 2009.

My friend Zonker just slapped me.

The rules:

* Remove the first name in the list of previous victims (see below).
* Bump everyone up one place.
* Add your blog's name in the #5 spot.

Previously slapped by this meme:

* Feisty Repartee
* Chaos Theory
* Wired JAFA
* Thunder And Roses
* The Brier Patch

I choose to slap the shit out of...

* My Internet Chic
* Dax Montana
* Joe Chew
* Sideshow Blues
* Dash Riprock

Here we go:

1. My first dog...was a huge learning experience for me. I believed his survival was 100 % dependant on me. He taught me many valuable lessons.

2. The comfort and wisdom I received from my parents when I was confused.

3. Learning how to tie knots and "do" math. I can't tell you how these are related...but they are.

4. The sled my Grandfather made for me. It was the fastest in the neighborhood.

5. No stress...I don't recall being stressed about anything,,,ever!

I came home the other day, walked into the bathroom to take a leak, and damn...I now have a wooden pot seat. What's going on with that? Why do people have wooden pot seats? Is it a temperature thing? Wood gets cold, right?

I have no idea.

Do you think this hurt?

Damn...Catfish!

If I have to kill every squirrel and rabbit in the neighborhood to defend my garden, I will.

The last several days, I’ve had no targets, or as the captain in Das Boot said, “We need orders.” This all changed today; my backyard was a target rich environment; I killed all that showed themselves. 100 %.

My gun is a one-shot one-pumper, and I’ve gotten good at speed loading and shooting.

On a seemingly related note, I had a conversation with a woman tree hugger, who gave me up and down the road for shooting squirrels and bunny rabbits.

I told her,” If I were you, I wouldn’t let your dog out, cause I don’t see so well at night.”

That pissed her off.

I was awakened this morning at 5:50 am. with calls of "Farmer McGregor, Farmer McGregor, there are two rabbits in the garden."

My ass was pulled out of bed and informed..."Shoot 'em."

With only one eye open, I broke the barrel and slid a hollow point in, eased the kitchen door open a fraction, drew a bead on a big-ass rabbit not 20 yards away...and missed. Damn, he and his buddy broke for cover.

I could still see his buddy about 40 yards out, so I reloaded and crept outside beside the big tree...braced against it...and sent his ass to rabbit heaven.

He stayed as he lay.

I went back to bed.

I've been under attack again, and if I deleted a legitimate comment, or ping, it was unintentional. I had to nuke about 1900 today, and I got a little carried away.

Been out of town and all…Sorry.

I never post about my livelihood on this blog. Never have, and never will.

But…

This post is about life, and being scared.

I work with an older gentleman, who’s not in the best of health. We’ve worked together for many many years, in several different cities, and have become good friends. His family, what’s left of ‘em, lives a thousand miles away.

When we arrived in this town, he gave me a copy of the keys to his place, and other things…just in case. He always keeps me in the loop about his going ons, appointments, etc. Since I work virtual, we talk every morning, and several times a day, as needed. And sometimes just for the hell of it.

This morning, I didn’t hear from him, couldn’t raise him on his home, cell, or office phones, or email. This has never happened, so I drove to the office in hope of finding him too busy to answer the damn phone.

No such luck, nobody had seen or heard from him. So now, I’m really worried, and I head back to my house to get his key ring out of my safe, and head toward his house.

The whole time I’m thinking, “Please God, let his car NOT BE there.”

It wasn’t…Thank the Maker.

An hour later he called, and I let him have it. All said and done, we laughed it off, but I still worry about him.

National Cell Phone Do Not Call List

In a few weeks, cell phone numbers are being released to telemarketing companies and you will start to receive sales calls. The national DO NOT CALL list blocks your number for 5 years. There are two methods to block your cell phone; (1) call 888-382-1222 from your cell phone or (2) via THIS LINK.

FYI. If you go to this website, you can block multiple cell phone numbers.

This is important information for anyone with a cell phone. If you have seen this already, forgive me.

Just thinking...

I've published one thousand two hundred and eighty six "posts", and they all suck.

Just thinking...

“…If you ain’t caught a rabbit, you ain’t no friend of mine…you ain’t nothing but a hound dog…”

-Elvis Presley

Stretch ran his first rabbit down tonight, and brought it home. Don’t let anyone tell you a Dachshund is a foo foo dog. They might be stubborn, and they are the smallest of hounds, but they are ferocious. He is the Man.

My friend Rico is dead. A car struck him as he walked along a busy road the other night. The force of the impact knocked him out of his shoes, and he died instantly.

Rico was a true friend, but what I call an occasional friend. By this, I mean, I saw him just about every day, but we didn’t really socialize.

He was the dishwasher at my Pub; the Pub I frequented on a daily basis in another city. He was a good man with a huge heart and soul. He was always ready to help me with anything…moving furniture or washing windows, it didn’t matter. He was always there; he wanted to be there.

Some of the best conversations I’ve ever had were with Rico. Everything was “black and white” with him…he played no games…he was what he was, and was proud of it. He had no formal education…he was raised on the streets, but he knew right from wrong, and he knew the truth. He was a great guy.

As I look back, I now realize, when I gave him a Titanium Buck for Christmas one year, it sealed the deal. Rico liked a nice blade. It wasn’t the knife though; it was the thought. He never received anything, from anybody, ever. When he gave me a Christmas present several days after Christmas, I knew they were the gifts someone had given him. What do you say to that? I’ll tell you what…nothing. I graciously accepted them, and choked back my emotions. Rico was all about “the good”.

Rico my friend, I’m going to miss you.

God rest your soul.

Here's the link to the Pulitzer Breaking News Photography prize.

What do you give a Freshman and a Junior in college for a birthday present?

A passport of course.

Traveling outside the United States without a U.S. Passport is a pain in the ass. No mater what anyone tells you, a certified birth certificate is not acceptable, and will cause nothing but unnecessary problems and confusion. A United States Passport is the ONLY way to go. For many reasons.

Get endorsed by the U.S. government…you never know when you might need it…plus, it’s the BEST form of ID that anyone can have, and you never know when you might have to break for cover...Fast.

I’m just saying.

Happy Birthday.

I popped my first squirrel with my new Benjamin 1000. This is one sweet pellet gun, with fiber optic sights, and an adjustable trigger.

I think for this line of work, I prefer the .177 to the .22 caliber pellet. More velocity, greater range. Anyway, I slid a hollow point in the chamber, drew a bead, and popped his ass from about 45 yards.

This is the first time I've killed anything, except a flowerpot, with a hollow point pellet, and I'm impressed. I suspect there will be no need for any "second" mercy shots this season.

The count sheet is on the wall.

Acidman's mother passed away this morning. My mother died three years ago, also under the care of Hospice.

Drop by and pay your respects...Rob is a great guy.

I've been helping a friend move. Pain in the ass...

...and shoulders...and the lower back...and this is bullshit!!!

I received a phone call today from a stranger, who really isn’t a stranger, but really is one, if that makes any sense, which it doesn't, but who cares.

It made my day.

Thanks...

Just Damn!
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