Hams and farting

My old buddy Terry, who is an electroic nerd, recently went to Anacapa Channel Island where, they sat up camp (along with many car batteries) for several days of chatting with others via ham radio. Click on the photo and it "should" take you to his homepage to read all abt last yr's experience. Hopefully, he'll be posting his recent photos from this years trip.
Not much has been going on here the last few days since I last blogged. Still on vacation and have scheduled an appointment for my "annual" exam with the doctor. Complete with getting the tits smashed and a pelvic exam. I hate pelvic exams. My first one as at the age of 15 and I ended up farting. Talk about embarassment. lol. The doctor is still practicing and, I can't bring myself to go back to him. Gawd. lmao.
Got some rather disturbing news and I'm not sure if it's true or not. I hope it isn't. I can't see someone kicking their own child who is 15 yrs old, out of their home. I've been saying prayers for the family in hopes that they'll get some counseling or something. Seems that I recall the same thing happening to his father when he was that age...
Amazon is taking Ray's nephew back to Las Vegas tomorrow to catch his flight. Guess I'll ride along just to get out of town for the day. I'll post from Vegas tomorrow.

figs anyone?

I've NEVER liked figs... until now. I mean; I can't bring myself to eat them fresh from the tree but, I can however, eat them if they have been cooked somehow. Like into a cookie! My step-son has been doing the cooking lately which, has been very nice and with it, he's been learning what a great responsibility it is to cook the evening meals. I'm proud of him.

Flirts on the web

We've all had our shares of flirting on the Internet but, can it go too far to lead one astride?

You answer that.

What happened to family time?

Rebulid that bond with that special someone in your life.

Look for signs.

2 girlfriends of mine know what I'm talking about and, I look forward to meeting with them and talk abt the problem within our relationships.

Nooooooo!!!!!!!

Dear Gawd in Heaven!!!!

I went on my lunch break and forgot my drink. Went to the fridge only to find an empty Dr. Pepper Bottle!!!!

URGH!!!!!!!!

The Cell

Legs twitch.

Heart beats race.

Wet Sheets from body sweat.

Does very many people recall what they dreamt about last night? I do. Or did. This dream was my longest one that I can yet, remember what it was about.

A night in the cell.

What kind of Cell? Not the cell phone but, a cell (or cell's) with doors that would open up like they did on the television series Star Trek. You would just step to the door and they'd magically slid open. And what was in these cell's? A table (or) a chair with straps on it which, held down dead people. Why am I dreaming of dead people being strapped down in a chair or on a table is beyond me. All I know is that Damon (who tried getting us out of the cells) and I, had one hell of a time getting out. And how did I know that we weren't suppose to be in this place? What's with all the electric machines and do-dads? So we managed to get into one of the cells, after removing the body and placed it in the viewing room and, yes, we tried folding the sheets that were used to cover the body with (thanks to Damon just wadding it up). That's not a way to fold it!!!! So once we got the sheets taken care of (didn't want anyone knowing that we were in there), had a quickie on the table (complete with being strapped down) which afterwards started pushing all those buttons on the control panel on the wall (in the cell) hoping that, we'd make contact with someone, who'd come in and save us from the unknown. And the guys that worked in this place, that were removing the bodies; shit! I swear they looked like they could have been on Star Gate Atlantis show.
So now that we're in the cell, punching away on the panel trying to use the outside phone line, there's noise out in the main room. Their back to take another body. So I try to get Damon to talk with a softer voice but, instead he's starting to get pissy and louder "Why should I be quiet, if they want to listen to me yell; I'll yell!" Oy. We managed to get the door cracked open and we can then see the person with pale ass skin, dark circles under their eyes, pull out their cell phone, aim it at the panel on the wall and what happens? A hidden door opens up, that reveals the outside where, we are trying to escape to. Door closes and the person is gone, we rush out and pull out our cell phones and start punching all the numbers on the pad.

Did we make it out?

Don't know. I hope to continue the dream though. :o)

I love ducktape

Bad boys! Bad Boys!

Whatcha gonna do?

Whatcha gonna do when Damon comes for you?

One of our friends home was busted into today (we were informed). Apparently the asswipes only took game stuff and didn't bother with the dvd player or their pc which, seems funny. Wouldn't you get more money by taking a pc??? Hello? What kind of a robber is this person that, only takes game hardware? WTF? Are you stupid? Were you dropped on your head at birth? Maybe it's that pot that you're smoking that, has caused you to loose the last of the good cells left in that empty mellon of yours. And who was that person that was taping on the windows, and knocking on the door today? What's the matter? Found out that someone was home and didn't want to take a chance on breaking in while someone was there?

Dum fucks.

That's ok. We've got a shit load of good ole American Ducktape just for occassions like this.

Beware robbers; we'll ducktape your naked ass to a telephone pole. Try explaining why your up there and why there's a note glued to your ass. Wait. Forget glue.

Ducktape.

The American god given gift to rednecks.

Time traveling

I wish that there was a way to do time travel. Where would you like to go? Who would you like to visit? Places to see?
The place that I would so dearly love to visit is Shangoloo Lousianna. The place where my ancestors came from. My father traveled there once, when he was a youngster when he, and his siblings, piled into the 1932 Model T, and drove all the way back on Route 66 to get there.
John R. "Jack" Caswell would be one of the many ppl that I would like to talk with. Just who was he? He was a 2nd great grandfather of mine (through Dad's side). The family lost the plantation during the Civil war which, is why they up'd and moved further south out of Arkansas to Louisiana. Jack and most of his children (My grandpa James Madison C) being the last of Dad's line to be buried there. I won't mention why James's boys (3 of em) where caught Moon shining, nor will I mention the fact that one of the uncles shot the sheriff in the leg, which was blown off by standing several feet away with a double barrel shotgun.
There wouldn't be our modern day devices (cell phones, computers, tv, fast food) and instead, we'd be using horse and buggies, telegraph and read about Indian raids inplace of gang activity.
It would be really interesting... it really would.

Fleas and Salt

Ever since we moved into this place, we've been fighting the problem with fleas. Sure, we've sprayed, vacuumed and cleaned the carpet throughout the house and yet, we still have FLEAS. Those little blood sucking bastards. How did we get them? The last renter had a cat that would shit and piss all over the place and yea; she had a cleaning lady that did the dusting, vacuum and mop the place. But did she clean up cat shit and piss? Apparently not. The couple that I use to babysit for and clean house on occasion, once told me of a remedy that they used to solve the problem with fleas.

And what was it?




SALT.

So I've placed table salt all throughout the house (with the exception of the boys room) to give it a try. Let's test that theroy on salt killing fleas. You'd think that it'd work since salt is one of the leaders in dehydration.

The Worlds Fastest Indian

Speaking of salt; a co-worker loaned me this movie that I highly recommend to the person who is interested in SPEED and Motorbikes. The Worlds Fastest Indian, starting Sir Anthony Hopkins is a must see. Based on a true story of an elderly man (age 68) that had this life long dream of coming to America JUST to ride his bike; an 1920 Indian, that he modified. From start to finish, it had me on my seat with laughter and awe of seeing someone actually living out their dream. This just showed me that dreams can come true.

MORE SALT

Can you guess where I plan on going in Sept of 2008? And it's not Las Vegas either.

Give up?

Bonneville, Utah
here we come!

Happy Independence Day!

What is the above image? It was drafted by Thomas Jefferson between June 11 and June 28, 1776, the Declaration of Independence is at once the nation's most cherished symbol of liberty and Jefferson's most enduring monument. Here, in exalted and unforgettable phrases, Jefferson expressed the convictions in the minds and hearts of the American people. The political philosophy of the Declaration was not new; its ideals of individual liberty had already been expressed by John Locke and the Continental philosophers. What Jefferson did was to summarize this philosophy in "self-evident truths" and set forth a list of grievances against the King in order to justify before the world the breaking of ties between the colonies and the mother country.
To view it in person, go to DC and stand in the long line with other's and soak up the history. It's worth the trip.

15 yrs ago today, I came up from San Diego to visit the family for the day. Boy; did I came up on the wrong day! 115 degrees. Can we say; Heat Stroke?

Get out and celebrate today and show how proud you are to be an American! Roast those hot dogs (watch out Damon I have the mustard) and eat watermelon. Fly that American Flag on your front porch!

HOT

Holy fucking hell! This heat as GOT to go. We weren't (are we ever) ready for it to come upon us this fast. 105 expected high for the 4th.

HELL.

Oceanside sounds good right now.