Robo calls

February 19, 2018

It’s been a gloomy day with rain showers off and on which means
not much got done outside. Since we were inside I noticed a jump
in telephone calls, most of which were automated trying to sell
us time shares, lower the interest rate on our credit cards, or
just offer us a deal too good to be true.

Some of these numbers are local and it’s hard to resist calling
the numbers back and chewing someone out. Yet I’d bet we
wouldn’t be the first and the people didn’t know their number
was being used in such a way until they got that first call.

We’re going back to just not answering the phone when numbers
we don’t recognize show up on the caller I.D. It someone moved
and wanted to give us their new number they can still leave a
message. If the call is indeed a spammer no messages are left to
listen to. That isn’t a perfect solution, but it works.

Remember the ‘do not call’ lists? We were on all them and
updated when things changed. Now the automated calls are even
going to my cell phone. Not answering that for unknown numbers

One has to wonder why people keep sending out these calls but
here on the east coast of Iowa we’ve seen no let up. On the odd
occasion we do answer we hang up the instant the automated
message starts. Advances in technology are great until some
bent mind alters it for their own gain.

There probably won’t be a fix for this either in my lifetime.
Enjoy our Monday as it’s a great day to be alive. Now I need
more caffeine in my system.
Comments are always welcome.


All over but the crying

February 18, 2018

The day is almost gone and a post hasn’t been done yet. I woke
up in a daze, got distracted for a while, then watched the
Daytona 500. Almost. My wandering mind lingered but I managed
to see most of it.

I still find it hard to fathom breaking a 500 mile race into 3
separate parts when the race cars are pushing 200 mph. Go back
to one 500 mile race with one winner. And more rule changes?
That would be fine if it made things better but I don’t believe
that to be the case.

There weren’t a lot of wrecks, but the ones that happened took
out over half the cars. Near the end I was rooting for Kurt
Busch until he got wrecked and after two overtime restarts
Austin Dillon won the race. Or at least that part of the race.
Not sure who was considered the winner as it’s broken down into
three separate races.

And now it’s almost time to get a nap in after I get something
to eat. There are more things to be done but I plan to get right
on them tomorrow. Just because they weren’t finished today
doesn’t mean they won’t get done.

Enjoy the rest of our Sunday night. Now I need more coffee and
a pizza.
Comments are always welcome.

Sunday snicker

February 17, 2018

A friend shared the following, I’ll probably be headed to hell
if I post it, and it’s not politically correct. So here it is.

Hillary Clinton goes on a fact-finding visit to Israel.

While she is on a tour of Jerusalem she suffers a heart attack and dies.

The undertaker tells the Americans accompanying her, “You can have her shipped home for $50,000, or you can bury her here, in the Holy Land for just $100”.

The Americans go into a corner to discuss for a few minutes They return with their answer to the undertaker and tell him they want Hillary shipped home.

The undertaker is puzzled and asks, ‘Why would you spend $50,000 to ship her home, when it would be wonderful to be buried here and you would spend only $100?

The American diplomats reply, ‘Long ago a man died here, was buried here, and three days later he rose from the dead. We just can’t take the risk.

Finally Friday

February 16, 2018

First I’d like to wish my mother-in-law a very happy birthday.
Hope it was a good one. As for it being Friday, I only know
this because we went grocery shopping.

Since my brain fog lifted the recent school shooting came to
the forefront and some conclusions made. Again, we extend our
condolences to family and friends of the victims. Yet it now
seems the FBI had known about the shooter and didn’t pass said
information to the local branch.

And I decided to check on homicides in Chicago on another hunch
and found interesting, but not unexpected numbers. Since the
beginning of the year 271 people have been shot and 52 of those
died as a result. Yet not a peep out of the media or outraged
politicians shouting ‘no more’.

Of course Chicago has strictest gun control laws in our nation.
So with all these gun laws in effect one would think it would
be a much safer place. Or at least that it would have less gun
violence than a war zone.

So according to outraged politicians and media, gun control
works, but facts state that someone in Chicago is shot every 4
minutes and 6 seconds. Regardless of the strict gun control laws
in Chicago someone is shot and killed every 18 minutes and 6
seconds. Even a blind man can see that something isn’t right
here. And if he can see it so can the media and certain

The figures used here are found on this site for those who
choose to believe these things don’t happen because they didn’t
read about it the newspaper or see it on TV.

Enjoy our Friday as I have been since the brain fog lifted.
Comments are always welcome.

The real tragedy

February 15, 2018

First we would like to give our condolences to the families and
friends of the victims of the recent school shootings in
Florida. Yet as happens when shootings like this occur somee go
out of their way to vent their outrage.

This would not be a problem if we had an unbiased media. Fact
checking has gone the way of common sense and proof positive
that certain ranters should not be allowed to play with sharp

Usually the first things we hear, after the number of victims,
is we need stricter gun control. It has been proven time and
time again that this approach doesn’t work. The main reason is
because it is run by government. And even though our lawmakers
take an oath to defend and uphold the Constitution that is
not always the case.

Of course these same people blame the 2nd Amendment as part of
the problem. The short answer is no. The Constitution states we,
as citizens, have the right to keep and bear arms. Yet we are at
a point in our history when one needs a permit to purchase AND
a permit to carry. And it’s all run by the government. Laws only
affect those who choose to obey them.

The needy, greedy, seedy in our society don’t follow the laws
anyway, the government doesn’t enforce the laws we have, yet
somehow after every shooting the blame and rage is directed at
legal gun owners.

News flash! This is not a gun problem. it is a mental health
issue. The vast majority who commit these shootings have mental
health problems and many are on medication for it, or have quit
taking them. And again, our government regulates this.

Here in Iowa mental health facilities have closed while help
is next to impossible to get. Isn’t it time to stop shipping the
bull and take a serious look at why these shootings happen and
quit blaming the gun?

Enjoy our Thursday as that means the start of the weekend is
just a dream away. Now I need more coffee and perhaps a pizza.
Comments are always welcome.

That’s it!

February 14, 2018

No more mister nice guy. I am reclaiming the title of the
most unromantic man in the world. As I shuffled out the door last
night to get the car ready for the wife to go to work, something
happened that changed my way of thinking.

I know her car doesn’t like me. At times the car won’t unlock
when I press the car touch pad, the seat is always so far
forward my knees hit the steering wheel, and I can’t keep the
car at the speed limit on the highway.

So what happened you ask? Well, since tomorrow is Valentine’s
Day, and since I’ve done it every time I get the car ready for
her, I bent in to kiss her goodbye. That’s when I changed my

As I bent in to give her said kiss her evil car dropped a ton
of snow down my back! I mean a major snowfall. Snow in the hood
of my jacket, snow inside the jacket, snow inside my sweatshirt,
and yes, snow all the way down to my skivvies!

After the wife got done laughing and we had our kiss I waddled
back into the house looking like a flattened Hostess Snowball.
A closer look showed me the jacket hood was full of snow and as
I started stripping off clothes in the kitchen I discovered the
snow had even made it inside my boots.

After drying off, getting dressed in dry clothes, and mopping
up the lake on the kitchen floor I drank about 4 cups of coffee
so I didn’t get hypothermia. And if that’s what being romantic
is all about, count me out.

Enjoy our Wednesday, and for you romantics Happy Valentine’s
Day. This realist is going for more coffee to warm up.
Comments are always welcome.

Tuesday titter

February 13, 2018

Miss Beatrice, the church organist, was in her eighties and had never
been married. She was admired for sweetness and kindness to all.

One afternoon the pastor came to call on her and she showed him into
her quaint sitting room. She invited him to have a seat while she
prepared tea.

As he sat facing her old pump organ, the young minister noticed a
cut-glass bowl sitting on top of it. The bowl was filled with water.
In the water floated, of all things, a condom!

When she returned with tea and scones, they began to chat. The
pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and
its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him and he could
no longer resist.

“Miss Beatrice”, he said, “I wonder if you would tell me about this?”
pointing to the bowl.

“Oh, yes” she replied, “isn’t it wonderful? I was walking through the
park a few months ago and I found this little package on the ground.
The directions said to place it on the organ, keep it wet and that it
would prevent the spread of disease. Do you know I haven’t had the
flu all winter!”

The pastor fainted.