Break between jobs, sucks huge

It’s been an interesting couple of months.

Kind of like being set on fire, but not quite.

Thanks giving and Black Friday. The struggle with the gift buying thing until Christmas.

Major family blowup, the girls, the rest of the family is OK and the one to blame (mostly) refuses to accept any responsibility, as expected.

I wish I was as perfect as she thinks she is.

My truck was stolen from my driveway, dumped in the woods a half hour away. Recovered the truck, the insurance company has it, we aren’t sure if it is worth having back.

Rednecks driving your truck that they have stolen don’t tend to take care of things. “Drive it like you stole it” is more than a line in a bad movie, for some folks it’s a way of life.

They made out with a thousand dollars worth of cameras and GPS units. The truck was recovered four days later, and the local PD saw it was recovered, the “investigation” pretty much stopped. It took a month, and several conversations with station chief to get a call from the “detective”, or is that defective, I forget, and it could go either way.

My son moved to a friend’s house, and took his wide screen TV with him. I went shopping for a TV without adult supervision. I found a Phillips 52 inch HD LCD that was great. It wouldn't fit on the book case, and looked like a huge, evil mushroom sitting on an end table. The result was an avalanche of remodeling that has only just been completed. That would include some new furniture, hardwood floors, painting and tile in a bathroom, then move all the furniture.

I have taken up paintballing as a hobby.

Sometimes the only way to get rid of stress is to shoot someone.

Nonfatal, in this case, but you can’t have everything, I guess. We run around the woods in camo, shooting kids and women, getting shot in turn. It’s lots of fun, if you can stand a few welts. Like the “t” shirt says, “If you can’t stand the welts, stay out of the woods!” We have a few Iraq veterans, they are the people you watch the most, (i.e. shoot them first if you can) because they will get you, if you don’t get them.

I got my truck back from the body shop on Friday, everything appears to be OK, but we are watching closely. One result of the theft is a monitored security system in the house and a driveway alarm, with remote controlled lights to come.

The Love of My Life is having health issues, excisional biopsy coming Wednesday, this after several noninvasive attempts to determine the nature of the shadow on an X-ray. She has had several procedures done in the Shamans office that scared the mortal life out of me. All is well so far, but we have far to go. This is all preventative, or diagnostic in nature, and we hope to stay in that realm.

I have to leave for work the day after her surgery, and will be back in May. I’m hoping for a job of several months duration this summer to help with bills and the move to a motor home for work. I would actually like to get a job overseas for a couple of years and rent the house.

We'll see.

Just when you think things can't get worse......

Then they get terrible.

My mother in law has dementia, to me one of the most cruel of malady's. Your loved one slips away a little at a time, until the shell that's left is an object of pity, that doesn't know you anymore. The love of my life has been adjusting to that reality for a year or so now, not easy but doable.

A week or so ago the motherinlaws vitals dropped almost out of sight, she was recovering in the ICU with some testing, when someone did a CT looking for a stroke, and found a tumor the size of a tennis ball in her frontal lobe.

With that news, we basically threw everything down and ran for home. I put TLOML on a plane in Portland, Oregon at 17:30 on the sixteenth and ran for home. 3200 miles, in four days.

The MIL is losing body functions at a rate slowed by steroids and cushioned by dilantin.

The Love of my life is now trying to prepare herself, no hope there, and is wound tighter than a spring. There is some doubt if the MIL will make into the new week.

Amazingly enough, she is awake all night and sleeps all day. She is hard to wake, but manages with some help. Today they woke her and dressed her and put her in a wheel chair, when I walked in the room she recognised me.

It absolutely broke my heart

It's the only time that I could hug her and kiss her face, previously she did not react well to affection from me. Sadly that was never a big problem.

We had all the youngest there for pictures, it wasn't planned, it just happened. The tiniest came all the way from Japan with her mother (of course).

The MIL looks better than a lot of the residents, but we know it's drugs and can't last.

TLOML has been to fun places like the Funeral home to make arrangements in advance of the event, probably a good idea. It seems to be a little unsettling though.

What do you do with this?

I guess we will muddle through, it's not like we have a choice.

If there is a plus side to this, it would be that it will be quicker than dementia and, in a sense, cleaner.

Sad, but that's the best you can make of it.

Home again

We finally got in Monday evening. We left Ct. in 25 F or so and arrived home in the 60 F range. I don't mind saying it was good to come home.

Actually it was wonderful.

Then life set in.

I thought the drivers in Ct. were bad, while I was there. I am now convinced the drivers here can give lessons in stupid.

On a brighter note, the grand babies were actually glad to see me. The oldest who currently has some issue with personal contact generally, and males particularly, never even turned a hair. She walked in the door, took one look and came over and gave me a wonderful hug. That doesn't sound too strange, except she has never seen me with a beard. Think bear.

Today is Thanksgiving, a day that is seldom remembered as a religious holiday. Mostly it's the day before Black Friday. The most horrendous shopping day of the year. I am sure we will hear about the retailers going under because everyone is sitting on their money, as we have for the last twenty years.

Historically this occasion was a day set aside for giving thanks to, dare I say it, God for his blessings, and the survival for one more year.

Everyone, should, in the depths of their heart, thank what ever they believe guides them, for the past year. You have no guarantee of another day.

At my housse today, we will eat too much, and be grateful too little, we will welcome someone who can't get home to their family, and my mother in law who can't get back from where she has gone.

I will eat left overs for ever, and be grateful.

May each and everyone be healthy, happy, and avoid your just desserts, for one more year.

Brass Dragon out.

Peace for now

Looks sweet, but it won't last. The angst is right under the surface. Love her to death.

Human perversion knows no bounds, local Dragon

I just heard that a man has been arrested for sexual assault on a four year old.

They need to give him to me.

I can promise nightmares for every pedophile in this state.

With an IV and a little numbing, I could keep him alive long enough to gag a raven.

I would toast the offending member on his body and feed it to him, then skin him alive an inch at a time. A bottle torch applied judicially to the raw flesh should keep him lively.

Cruel and unusual, evil, disgusting.

Yep.

Let the punishment fit the crime!

The news just showed him to be one of our hard working neighbors from the south.

So What?

I wouldn't care if he was green with stripes.

An adult male that hurts little children is lower than animals.

Dawg has a lesson...

Dawg gets a little excited from time to time. She likes to show us how fast she can run around the yard. The Love of My Life chanting "run dawg, run" drives her to a frenzy, ears flying, tounge hanging out, slobber trailing, the short little legs churning, she is a vision of exuberance.
She will get the bit between her teeth if the Grand Babies are in the yard and cut up something fierce.

The GB's were over the other day, and wanted to get in the hot tub. The LOML went out to check the water condition and temp and the girls went along to ensure that all was to the specification of eight year olds. Dawg has been known to jump onto the cover of the hot tub.

As the LOML raised the cover, Dawg comes up the steps, full tilt boogie, doggie happy face in full bloom, ears floppin', and jumps to the top of the hot tub to show how athletic she is.

Except the top is open, and Dawg positively sails, kersploosh, into the tub!

OMG!!!! BATH!!!!

I would have loved to have seen her, she totally freaked!

TLOML and the girls about peed on them selves.

They had to catch their breath before helping Dawg out.

I miss all the good ones!

Why every boy needs a dawg

Some one who is there every time and loves you no matter what.

He smells like a dog, but then he's supposed to.

We all know how much dogs forgive us, and how much they love us.

There may not be scientific proof,,,,

But my best guess is, cell phones suck the IQ points right out of your head if you're driving. Almost every time I see someone behind the wheel of a car doing under the speed limit, driving erratically, running a red light, or about to pile-drive a pedestrian in a parking lot, there is a cell phone to their ear.

I can't believe there are that many retarded people with drivers licence.

It must be the cell phones.

It's finally raining here. My yard is full of drip cords, and running full Christmas lights, every noise makes me cringe, I am expecting the whole house to disaperate in a cloud of electric sparks.

Wouldn't the neighbors be amused!

The Scandinavians drink a winter time concoction called Glogg, we bought some to taste. It says to mix with rum or vodka in equal parts. All I've got to say about that is they must have a real fondness for cough syrup. Unfortunately I don't! Well not too expensive, I guess, you couldn't pay me the bottle price to get me to drink more, so I guess I can save it for a cold. I expect something horrible to drink then.

I'm looking for a range bag to carry for a lunch box. Several years ago I bought a 48 can canvas cooler to carry to work. It's wearing out at the corners and dropping the contents every where. I like pockets and pouches to separate the odds and ends, so I went back to the original store to get another Th only one available was in a color sure to start a fight if I come strolling in with the bag on my arm.

I figure a range bag in heavy nylon and black or cammo with monster zippers will last a while and save me from providing an acute education to a loud mouth.

I was mean today, a blond teenager passed me on the right and cut back in front of me at a light. So I put my fingers on the horn button and concentrated on the light. At about point six (.6) seconds into the green I held the button down and gunned the engine, as the SUV in front of me started to move I dumped the clutch and rode her bumper for about twenty feet. Then I drove the speed limit and continued my business. She was speeding, and well out of my way.

The Dog did it....

Pictured above is the Debil, or so I'm told. Every time something goes crash around the house, or something gets dug into or scratched, the grand babies point and say the DAWG DID IT.



Just look at that face, them floppy ears, and them big sad brown eyes, I'm thinkin' not!

I'm not sayin' she doesn't have her moments, but she has way less imagination than the two girls, and maybe a little better judgement.

I know Jesus is shaking his head over this one

I went to the store today to get some plastic Christmas tree ornaments. This was my fourth trip to find the right kind. They were very cheap, so I grabbed four boxes of them. When I got to the counter to pay for them, I noticed someone had STOLEN one of the balls. The lady at the register said, "You wouldn't believe what people steal around here."

Yes, I would.

Can you imagine the conversation on judgement day when this mutt tries to tell Christ that it was....because..... I had to......?

I just can't put the words together!

So you think it's OK to celebrate the birth of Baby Jesus by stealing?

Words fail.

An eventful day....

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This household now has two grandparents in the hurt locker.

The Love of My Life's mother went to pick up a prescription Friday. CVS gave her the wrong drugs. The drugs in question were for someone else, the name was wrong on the bottle. She told them it was not her name on the bottle. The high school girl at the counter, told the hearing impaired elderly lady, "it's your take it and go"!

She was upset to say the least.

Now she was off the BP meds for three days, and didn't eat or drink anything (I don't know why). The Youngest daughter stopped by to check on her, she was in bed and wouldn't get up. She continued to yell "go away, leave me alone!"

I get a call, "What should I do?" Hang up call EMS, NOW! Shortly she is in the hospital, dehydrated and apparently starving her self to death. She is sitting at the bottom of a deep well of depression, and will not call out for help.

Geriatric Physician today.

The BrassDragon was displeased, very!

Just because you are a bored self important primadonna bit#h, doesn't mean you have a right to disrespect, and possibly poison someone who, is a customer that keeps your company in business.

The Love of My Life got to them before I got the call. Lucky them!

The other side of the Grand parent scheme is always sick of something, but usually in good spirits about it. She is in the regional witch doctors hut. I have no info on her, other than she is an, elderly, diabetic, hypochondriac, who cherishes her illness. (?)

Boredom waiting for the storm

Some random comments as I sit here, waiting for a “subtropical depression” to come ashore.

Can they divide that weather hair any finer? It’s going to rain and the wind will blow, but not too bad. In case you’ve never been in a tropical cyclone, all those high wind speeds are a considerable height above the ground.

To the less intelligent lady who “fully respects” Mike Nifong, because he “tried to do the right thing”, are you totally nuts? Would you be so generous if he was trying to railroad your children or you by lying and covering up what he was bound by law to deliver to the defense? I’m thinking not!

Shock: kids smarter than chimps
Ok, go down to the local super store and try that in the toy department. The humans might pick things quicker, but I bet their manners aren’t as good, and they make more noise.

Federal Court Favors Illegal Immigrant Tuition Break
But a federal judge in Topeka ruled in 2005 that the plaintiffs lacked standing to bring the legal challenge because they failed to demonstrate that the law had harmed them.

Now that’s just stupid! If I’m living on a limited income, and it precludes me going to school, when a lower tuition would allow me to attend, and student loans would be lower, so I wouldn’t be buried in debt for as long, and some other group gets a special break, then brother I’m hurt!

A federal appeals court has ruled against a group of American college students challenging a Kansas law that grants cheaper in-state tuition to illegal immigrants because they attended high school in the state.

I guess because you have cheated the system the first time that makes it OK to do it again, and you get a discount! What the hell is that idiot thinking, Oh, sorry, I forgot a liberal judge, he was emoting, not thinking.

N.J. Illegal Immigrant Sanctuary Protects Murderer

Dozens of cities across the nation have proudly become illegal immigrant sanctuaries, but officials in one municipality are pondering the status after a Peruvian man with a felony record massacred three college-bound students.
Had authorities in Newark New Jersey contacted federal immigration officials after illegal alien Jose Carranza’s first felony indictment last year he would have been deported and therefore prevented from murdering three innocent youngsters in a schoolyard this month.
Instead Carranza was released on bail, despite being charged with raping a 5-year-old girl and aggravated assault and weapons violations. This week he was charged with the gruesome execution-style murders of three college-bound students, ages 18 to 20.
The shootings evidently pushed Newark authorities to violate their sanctuary policy and contact federal immigration officials who had not been previously informed about Carranza’s crime spree. If they had, Carranza would have placed in removal proceedings after his first felony arrest in October 2006.
Does this mean we can prosecute them for criminal negligence?

D.C. Day Laborer Center To Open This Month

ICE take note, this is as productive as shooting over a baited field! It’s not illegal though!


Official “HillRaiser’’ Norman Hsu has been a fugitive from the law since the early 1990s when he accepted a three-year prison sentence in California for grand theft but instead disappeared. Hsu received the jail time for cheating investors out of $1 million to purportedly operate a business that never existed.

Is that like White Water?

Thanks in part to her husband’s $10 million speech income Hillary Clinton’s latest Congressional disclosure report illustrates an astonishing financial transformation since the couple left the White House in 2001 burdened with millions of dollars in legal fees.
The disclosures (posted on Judicial Watch’s website) reveal how the former president made more than $10 million last year delivering speeches worldwide at corporate retreats, trade group gatherings and motivational seminars.
In 2006, Bill received an average of about $180,000 a speech and he collected nearly half a million dollars for a single talk to a London financial forum in the latter part of the year.
The Clintons’ assets are worth up to $50 million and Hillary is one of the wealthiest members of Congress running for president although she lags behind Republican Mitt Romney, a former venture capitalist who is worth between $190 and $250 million.
More than $3 million of the Clintons’ earnings came from a company (InfoUSA) being federally investigated for selling databases of sick and unsuspecting elderly to scam artists. The company’s owner, a wealthy entrepreneur named Vinod Gupta, has donated millions to Bill and Hillary’s campaigns and last year paid the former president $3.3 million worth of “consulting contracts” as well as $900,000 in travel expenses.

Is it just me or does this sound like payouts to a figure head for a scam, or one scam artist paying another for tips? I can't imagine how far I could travel on 900K, who are they kidding?

The Swiss are leading the way...

But far more dramatically, it has announced its intention to lay before parliament a law allowing the entire family of a criminal under the age of 18 to be deported as soon as sentence is passed.

I guess thats not going to tear any family apart, yathink?

Why Daddies are a little nuts

Our youngest is getting married. This is the most important day of her life, she will be in the spotlight. Actually I think she will BE the spotlight, and the rest of us will wither and fade from her light. All eyes should be, and doubtless will be on her. I went with her to try on dresses yesterday, it only took four tries, she only let me see those few.

Her father has never gone with her to buy one of those important dresses, prom or formal, either for college or high school. I my considered opinion that is incredibly foolish. Those are such important moments that he has let slip by.

If anyone has the words, tell me how stupid is that?

This picture is not "The Dress", I don't want dunder head to see it too soon.

Who are the monsters here?

I, like everyone else, saw the pictures of the 1060 lb pig killed on the hunting preserve. The kid was shooting a hand gun bigger than any I have ever shot, and he's eleven. Good on him. Not enough gun for that pig, but how would you know?

I went to the website, www.monsterpig.com , and looked around, then I read the comments. They are extremely fair, they have a negative as well as a positive section.

The people who are leaving negative comments have,,,, issues, I can't believe the sick crap directed at this kid.

To those folks who want to offer violence to him, hey stupid, he carries a gun, and if you threaten him with lethal force, he can legally use it!

To the tree huggers, stick with things that don't bite. If you run over to a similar beast to express your love and respect for wild life, engrave your name on your belt buckle, so, if it is found, you can be identified. What the H$11 do you think the tusks are for? It would gut you then eat you, the nick name "monster" is appropriate because of his size as well as his eating habits. This isn't an "Innocent animal", this is a brutal killer raised for hunting. The news article on the site, reported that the hunters spent some time avoiding the hog.

Where do you think bacon comes from?

Beachin'

We took the girls and the grand babies to the beach yesterday.

The act of a total idiot.

Memorial day, everyone from hours around and farther, who thinks a 4X4 selector makes them the Rat Patrol, must go to the beach. The park rangers were handing out instructions on how to avoid getting stuck.

Idle hope.

I saw people who were stuck and didn't know it yet. No one was airing down the tires and they were just plowing on until they high centered, no it wasn't high centered, it was worse, they were sitting on the body with all four wheels free wheeling. The beach was really cut up and soft. I can normally pull something out, but yesterday it was an invitation to sink like a rock.

The alternative is the winch. Great toy there. Put it in park, let the hopeless hook up, unless they have tow hooks. Tighten the cable, watch the tires on my truck, push sand and sink until the other vehicle moves or the winch stops pulling. If it stops dig and repeat.

Score for the winch fest, One Grand Cherokee three times (he had his wife and child with him), one Wrangler twice, one Chevy Blazer, and one Tahoe. In case anyone thinks I charge, not this time, probably not ever, unless they are really stupid and make me actually work.

I had a great time, and saved some others fun day, not too bad at all.

The best part of all this was the love of my life driving her new (to us) Wrangler with nary a bobble all the way out and back.

She did great!

Great News

A young lady that we have kind of adopted called today, she had lost our number and like the rest of the world, is insanely busy. A few years ago she and the love of my life worked together. She was a slightly tragic figure, very attractive, but lots of trouble with the men in her life. She wanted to love someone so bad, but attracted the kind of guys that had to be players and wouldn't return her love. A common story, I know, but sad all the same.

I was a stand in for her dad, he had little good to say to his only girl, things were strained and painful for her. There were a couple of times that I put on my daddy face and discussed options with the NCO's of boyfriends. We will say I made an impression, and didn't have to follow up.

A couple of years after she came into our lives, her luck improved, she met David. A real person and someone who loved her as she needed to be loved. Life took it's course and they were married. One of the greatest compliments I have received was when she asked me to give her away, if her father couldn't make the ceremony. My luck wasn't good enough and I had to pass that honor to the man who deserved it. I still remember.

Today, four and a half years since our last meeting, she called. She is five and a half months pregnant with her first son.

I can't think of a person who wants or deserves a child so much.

We shopping for baby stuff soon. Baby Camo, baby fishing rod, sling shot, pellet gun, dogs.

Beachin'

We took the grand babies to the beach yesterday, only stayed a little. I thought I had blown a front seal on the Bronco.

Turns out they have temperature issues under heavy load. Puked out seven quarts of fluid, had a wrecker take it home. This morning my transmission guy told me to fill it up with fluid and drive it, if it's good, go with it. I did, and not a drop yet.

Looks like a heavy duty trans cooler is on the way.

I tried to spin the tires deep enough to get stuck, but couldn't. That will give you a good feeling about driving in the sand.

Marine Night Out

Friday night The Love of My Life and I went to a roof top bar to hang out with the oldest daughter. It felt a little bit odd to be hanging with the kids, not that many kids are comfortable with that, we don't mind but they get a little jumpy.

We sat at the bar where we could watch the door, and there was a lot to see.

This was a haven for the overdeveloped and under dressed. I made a mostly successful attempt to keep the slack jawed shock hidden. I saw several girls doing things that their Momma would 'a had a heart attack did she know. H&11, I got palpitations and I ain't even related!

The guys were more slack jawed than me, and having less luck with the girls. The music was very, very, loud. That might have mattered, if I could have understood a single word, but there was no danger of that.


I got the chance to say thanks to four Marine Aviators, a Captain down to a Warrant. Their decorations, and badges made them Aviators, and each had a Combat Infantry Badge, so I'm guessing each had one tour behind them. They were in Dress Uniform, and having no trouble with the ladies, as you might imagine. These were obviously men, and the boys had no play.

I am making a point to say "Thanks" and shake the hand of as many military as I can.

I got the real chance when one of the Marines went to the bar, I had the bar tender give him his card back and gave her mine.

I didn't lack for service the rest of the night.