Wednesday's Digressions

They're apparently redoing (as of this 12/10/2014 posting) the pavilion at Sunshine Lake. Good, it needs some help.

• There are not too many pieces of equipment that I don't have at least  some hands on familiarity with but I've never had the satisfaction of feeding limbs or brush to a chipper-shredder. Man, really that must be a cool feeling.
• As I recall I have only been to two or three Back Friday sales and one was accidental. Once I went into a Best Buy and realizing it was Black Friday (although it was late in the day) I asked if there was by any chance any deals left on a 55 inch panel TV.  Suppressing  a grin the associate turned to an inventory guy as he walked by and to humor me asked and to the first guys shock the inventory dude said, Yeah, we have two- one over there and one in back. 
• Score!

  

  These little caps from Kool-Aid bottles freak me out.  At first glance they seem unnecessarily busy and involved for the simple task they perform (hold a liquid in and be easy to tear off), then you see the genius in it's functionality. A question: is the tiny bit of Kool Aid in the them the most refreshing and delicious thing ever or is it just me?

• It is 0617 on 11/29/2014 and I have two sad stories from my Dreamscape last night:  In one an old friend materialized in a barn showing me some farm equipment and animals. He was dressed in old school 13MWZ Wrangler jeans  and an outdated shirt and hat. He was trapped in the early 90s (which would follow- he has been dead since the early 90s). I tried to gently guide him toward some newer more stylish brands such as Cinch. He was patiently bemused. I let it drop and decided to hang out and enjoy the company. He had an aura around him making me assume even in the dream some part of me knew he was dead. We walked around and just enjoyed the time together. In another a family member made an appearance. She and her husband had tried to have a baby for a long time and then adopted a newborn. She had a heart attack sometime later and had to have a heart transplant. Years afterward she was in a motor vehicle accident. She died in surgery after losing her arm in the wreck. Anyway, in absolute terror, I entered the room in where I knew she would be as I presumed her arm would be gone. I couldn't breathe. When I turned the corner she was whole and complete and fussing over the baby while changing his diaper. She looked at me and smiled. She glowed. She had the same aura as Ricky. I turned around and walked outside and burst into tears. My heart broke.

  

  This retaining wall at Fort Richardson has a nice dry stack look to it- nice.
• In another life I had a job requiring me to be out of town for extended periods- a lot. When I came home once there were underwear in my drawer that did not belong to me. Having a sense of humor I dropped them in front of the woman I was spending time with and said, I'm presuming there is quite a story behind these. I'm all ears.  I, I, I, I... Those, those... Those are yours! she stammered.  She never fessed up and in fact had the ovary-icles to put them back in my underwear drawer. There were 3 pair. As I left her I hid one under a dresser, shoved one in the back of a bathroom cabinet drawer and put the other in one of her purses in the closet for her to find as time went by,
• Thats my story and I'm sticking to it was her motto and yeah, she was consistent if nothing else- I'll give her that.
• A funny connected thought: Since I recently got a bunch of old clothing out of storage I would nearly bet you could drag a shirt out that I wouldn't recognize. A shirt is a very visible item whose appearance would be reinforced throughout a day making it burn into your memory but there has to be one in there of which I would have no recall. There has to be one in there I've forgotten. Socks? Recently a pair of new socks I don't recognize (even though they're my brand) keeps appearing in my clothing. I think I may have bought them for a trip and the other pair(s) that came with them are still packed away or lost so they seem random but I'm sure they're mine. Underwear are a different story. Maybe it is because of the personal nature of them- I don't know but if you lose or gain a pair (or 3) it is going to get your attention.

  

  So we're driving down the road and my kids see a sign, Wizard Wells 3 Mi. (or whatever the number was) . Can we go? they implored with a dreamy eyed look. I don't know what they expected-  Harry Potter flying around playing Quidditch?

• A Million Ways To Die In The West had its moments especially as I do love a good sight gag.
• A commercial I just (12/01/2014) watched had 2 women disparaging their immature husbands for playing with their kids toys. Neither female actors wore wedding rings.
• I hope you're out there somewhere.

  

  My fearless daughter being fearless as she wonders, As a first world kid I don't think a closed head injury or C spine fracture could be all that big of a deal- right?

Monday's Missives

• Before they started making this I always thought it would be way cool to make an AR15 style 12 gauge.
• When I'm king of the world I will still commission an M2 style machine gun that everything will be dimensionally doubled. Yes, we will have a 100 caliber cannon to blast stuff with at 500 rounds per minute. People will pay to stand in it's shadow- much less shoot the monster. Long after I'm gone gun writers will write about it and awe will be generated as it gets traded around by rich guys and rediscovered through the years.

  

  Not to make too big of a deal as I could be wrong (and it is only an opinion anyway) but if I'm going out to eat I'm tempted to say I don't want my food to be home style as in if I wanted home style- well, I would stay at home. 

  
  
• It is 01/312015 at 0704. My son is asleep on the floor and daughter on the couch. The house is dark and quiet.
• Nearly heaven.

  

  Sunshine Lake

• Somebody I know only gets in touch with me to relate various aches, pains and new diagnosis. What a whippin'.

  

  FGs granddad was a railroad worker

  
  

  

  Coolest nickname ever? Gah- lucky. I wish I was called WISH BONE.

• My eldest son is on his way back to Nigeria in search of black gold.

  

  Thankfully PUPPY is microchiped. 

  
  

  

  The dog park has real fire hydrants for dogs to pee on. No wonder the terrorists hate us.

  
  
  
  
• In the break room yesterday people were commenting on how wonderful my Chinese food smelled. When another person entered the fray they asked somebody who is not me if it was their food. The party who was asked cheerily said as she happened to be stepping out of the room, No, mine smells like fish! Me and another vile reprobate looked at each other and burst out laughing. I handed him my chop stick and said, Holy smokes. I can't unhear that. Quick stab me in the ear with this!

  

  Behind the Nature center in Lake Murray State Park

  
  
  
  
  

  

  What a gorgeous scene this rocky ridge line would be without the stupid trees obscuring the view but good luck on getting them cut down. We worship trees- odd. They should selectively cut most of them down and dig all the roots out so they don't create erosion pathways. Then tack everything down with some water after scattering some native seed and fertilizer and call the feature, Rocky Ridge. People would come from far and wide to see it. It would be literally awe inspiring. I have everything all figured out don't I? 

• The wind chimes are singing sweetly outside.

  

  Mini Me: See the picture I drew? Me: Uh, oh yeah that is, um- nice. So, uh what all is going on here? What am I seeing? Is there a story? I said as I fished for an answer about the bewbs. Mini Me: Its just a picture. He said as if he were trying to gently, simply and patiently deal with a closed head injury patient who just didn't get it. Me: OK, what are these? I said giving up and pointing to the headlights Mini Me: They're nipples dad. He is a Sumo Wrestler

• One of these days this will all end.

Monday's Missives

• Uh, the attempted murder of a civilian by a US soldier. I was the principal witness and first to report it. A response I cautiously use in mixed company as an answer to questions such as, What was the weirdest/wildest/saddest/scariest etc. thing you saw in Iraq?
• Yes, polite dinner conversation comes to a screeching halt.
• Strictly speaking it involved a discharge of a weapon multiple times into the cab of a vehicle unnecessarily, without provocation and without regard for whether the person inside was killed or wounded. The shooter was wanting to gitsum so he set the shooting up to have plausible deniability- he just didn't know there was a witness.
• Lasers have gone from huge (and hugely expensive) research objects to cheap key chain curiosities in my lifetime.
• I think I'm going to get braces for my teeth.
• "How many women have you ever kissed?" A question asked of my friend recently by a woman he's dating.
• They're in their forties.
• I have intentionally left out for the most part political talk on this blog. When I realized that political thought is a part of me and I should put those thoughts here so people could get to know me and I could look back on those thoughts later I determined to write more about my political thoughts. To make up for lost time and as a bit of a goof I thought it might be interesting to write every day or every few days for a month on the same post and then publish it later. I tried it. It looked like a psychotic rant- if I accidentally died in a car wreck and caused some kind of conflagration the news would have called it a, "rambling manifesto" and ask, Why did he try to take as many people out with him as he could when he killed himself...
• My nursing buddy won't hardly look at me much less speak to me. The reason why is yesterday (04252013) we got into a screaming and cursing match when she was wrong and wouldn't turn loose of something and topped it off by basically saying I was lying and remembered something incorrectly. She also did these things very publicly trying to make a fool of me. 
• The short answer is- I let her get under my skin.
• Win an argument-  lose a friend.
  

  

  Zac's first selfie.

  
  
  
  
  

  

  These acorns came from a tree I know was planted the same year or a year or two prior to my moving to Weatherford.

  
  

  

  Leaves of three, fill your pockets with me... No, wait that can't be right. Leaves of three, won't hurt thee...

  
  

  

  Found in the woods near Sunshine Lake. It is either a hide for an animal trap or the hut  of the remnants of a tribe of very tiny native Americans.

  
  

  

  Mmm dakn gobble gorfin! var ernge? Translation: Dad this orange is  good! Can I have another?

  
  

  

  Here, have some cleavage. Just don't tell friend-girl I showed it to you. I pronounce it in the manner of the French-  Cleh-vahge.

  
  

  

  What is that!? Friend-girls reaction to seeing this plant.

  
  

  

  Retarded vandalism.

  
  

  

  Somebody either left Sunshine Lake with less clothes than they came out with or they drowned.

  
  
  
  

Wednesday's Digressions

My note to the the car wash wash guy that I dropped with 3 quarters into the night deposit box. I Normally write very precisely. I was writing this quickly and unsupported.

Most of the paint has been cleared from this sign. It was vandalized almost as soon as it was erected.  Ha, he said,erected.

I found this in the trash when I went to toss some fast food garbage at the lake- winning.

What is this? I think it is an old type of water storage and pressure increasing structure but I'm not sure.

When you cut a trim limb away from the trunk like this you practically guarantee it will get waterlogged and develop disease over time.

The morons who did this absolutely had to know people swim there.

Just the sky- kind of cool, huh?

You can say that again vandal.

• Dark Was The Night by Blind Willie Johnson was chosen as one of the recordings on Voyager's Golden Record. Willie was not born blind. He was blinded by a step mother who threw lye into his eyes when he was 7 after his father beat her for being with another man. Willie died in Beumont Texas sleeping in his house that had burned down since he had no where else to go. Depending on the source, you can read he was refused admittance to the hospital since he was black, had syphillis, had malaria, was indigent or because he was blind. He died in 1945. A man who had no where else to go whose music will live on forever on a gold plated copper disc that will eternally travel away from earth. It will reach our nearest star in about 40,000 years. Bonus: Nobodies Fault but Mine recorded in Dallas in 1927.
• Bonus to the bonus: Led Zeppelin Nobodies Fault But Mine. Yes, they got a legendary favorite for millions of Led Zep fans from a poor, blind black man who died penniless in a burned out house in Beumont Texas.
• Kids are crazy expensive these days.
• It seems hard to me to drink sodas with any temperance- I normally have to be a hardcore fiend and can only rarely and for short periods of time be in the habit of having one every now and then.
• The practice of actually staking an accused or supposed witch to the ground in the their graves gave rise to the legend that one of the things that will kill a vampire is a stake driven through the heart.
• When I learn the correct pronunciation of a word it is very hard for me to ignore it and continue to say it incorrectly. Consequently, I am one of 3 people I know who pronounce syringe correctly.
• I don't think there are enough movies where Eddie Murphy plays multiple characters.