I no longer want to get buried naked

November 30, 2014

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For a while during my lifetime I told people I
wanted to be buried naked with my butt sticking
out of the casket. When asked why I would reply
that big shots wanted me to kiss their kiester
for years so they can kiss mine when I was leaving.

A trip to the Emergency Room today changed that
train of thought. Wearing a hospital gown, having
wires and tubes coming out all over, and being
wheeled around in a skinny bed for tests is a bit
humbling.

After explaining some of my scars, several blood
tests, an EKG, an X-ray, breathing treatments,
several nurses and a doctor coming into the room, I
was told the problem was I couldn’t breathe and my
blood pressure was a little high.

In the mean time, I noticed what my once supple
body had become. My arms looked like they were
covered in chicken skin. Pale and dotted with little
bumps. I could only imagine what my backside
would look like.

So with this new knowledge, and the fact that some
may mistake my body in this position as claim to
radical Islam, I no longer wish to buried naked.

My new wardrobe will be a long-sleeved street
racing t-shirt, my favorite welding helmet and
gloves, and a pair of Wrangler’s.

I’d like to thank my wife for bugging me enough to
make me go this morning, the good Lord for not
taking me yet, and the E.R. staff who had to put up
with this old gearhead.
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Sunday snicker

November 29, 2014

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One Sunday morning, the pastor noticed little Alex
was staring up at the large plaque that hung in the
foyer of the church.

The plaque was covered with names, and small American
flags were mounted on either side of it.

The seven-year old had been staring at the plaque for
some time, so the pastor walked up, stood beside the
boy, and said quietly, “Good morning Alex.”
“Good morning pastor,” replied the young man, still
focused on the plaque.

“Pastor McGhee, what is this?” Alex asked. “Well, son,
it’s a memorial to all the young men and women who died
in the service.”

Soberly, they stood together, staring at the large plaque.
Little Alex’s voice was barely audible when he asked, “Which
service, the 8:30 or the 11:00?”


The big 2-5

November 29, 2014

bsf

Happy Birthday Kenny! Our son is 25 years young
today and the wife and I can’t figure out where
the time went. Seems like only last year I was
strapping him in a child seat to cruise around
when he couldn’t sleep.

Keep chasing the dream.
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We’re back

November 28, 2014

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We survived Thanksgiving, I think, Now that I am
on the mend regular posting should resume. With
that said, let’s get to the point of this post.

We’ve all heard and seen the events going on in
Ferguson, Missouri and have heard the opinions of
both sides. You may remember it all started on
August 9th when a policeman shot an unarmed
teenager.

The riots broke out after a grand jury wouldn’t
indict the officer. And it wasn’t a typical grand
jury for the state either.

Typically, a Missouri grand jury case is presented
in one day. In this case they jury met 25 times
over a three month period.

Typically, a Missouri grand jury case provides a
range of charges and asks the grand jury to indict
on on or all of them. In this case there were no
charges.

Typically testimony is heard from a few people,
usually investigators. In this case 60 witnesses
gave testimony.

Usually the grand jury doesn’t hear from the
accused, in this case Officer Wilson testified for
4 hours.

And under Missouri law, grand jury activity is
usually secret. Again, in this case evidence and
testimony was released to the public after the
‘grand jury decided not to indict.

Yet riots broke out, buildings and squad cars were
burnt, and looting was rampant. Funny thing is,
none of those doing the damage looked like they
were starving or homeless.
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Thanksgiving wish

November 27, 2014

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Happy Thanksgiving! We wish you food enough for
all, family to fill the house, and weather nice
enough to enjoy every moment.


Short update

November 25, 2014

Well, we’re a day late and dollar short getting
something written. The last two days have felt like
the truck in the following video.

That’s right, they just never seem to end. It all
started with the wife saying ‘I think I’m coming
down with a cold’. Of course she got over hers
almost immediately and I’m still trying to catch my
breath.

We did see this video showing a huge herd of elk
in Montana crossing the road.

We’ve all heard of flash mobs, but how about the
world’s oldest flash mob?

And how about if we some money saving tricks that
can be watched in under 2 minutes? Sounds like a
plan to us.

We’ll finish with an old Merle Haggard standard.

That’s all for now.
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Sunday snickers

November 22, 2014

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Visiting his grandparents, a small boy
opened the big family Bible. He was
fascinated as he fingered through the old
pages.

Suddenly, something fell out. He picked
it up and found that it was an old leaf
that had been pressed flat between the
pages.

“Mama, look what I found,” he called out.
“What have you got there, dear?” his mother
asked.”

With astonishment in his voice, the boy
answered, “I think it’s Adam’s underwear!
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