2 different drivers and 3 ladies, in a fast car,on a track, to see if they could get the girls pulse to over 130 bpm. Well,it got mine up just watching!!! I wish I had those cars when I was in school.!!
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Saturday, November 26, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
There is a purpose for Wiser’s Wednesday night hockey.
Experiment: we drank a 750 ml bottle of Wiser’s Special Blend, Canadian Whiskey, to prove if we could begin to treat the miseries of a cold. There is a purpose for Wiser’s Wednesday night hockey.
The amber liquor was aged to distinction for us to enjoy while watching the “Maple Leafs” play against an American team which will remain nameless at this point because they out scored and out played them on National Television. Ok, its, “Nashville Predators.” Damn fine name.
Which begs the question;” how can guitar players and cowboys play hockey”? I have national pride here and I am not the least prejudiced in any way. Yellow, uniforms?.
We wish to thank those distillers that have labored so hard to produce a fine whiskey that was consumed and the results of whether it cured us or made us not care if we were effected by a flu bug or not!!. We wish to thank the makers of “Canada Dry” soda gingembre, aka ginger ale, for the inclusive, politically correct segment of our readers. (so, are we acceptable?).
Water, which has no known ingredients that are unhelpful for you and the makers of the ginger ale have to list the stuff that it takes to make it. Just because you can’t pronounce the chemicals names, don’t make it a bad thing, as MSG might, for example.
What are trying to cure?. We both have a real nasty cold or flu or something that makes you better for a short time and then kicks your ass for a longer time. Home made soups and other concoctions have been so far ineffectual, so we are down to the basics ………….alcohol.!! I know for a fact that it cures various alignments and cause others.
To-days episode is about the curing part, as I assume you know the other causes this causes. I don’t believe in over the counter cold remedies nor prescriptions either.
Being old school, has no special privileges other than the fact the old guy ,is not listening to anyone when he is sick and to the best of my knowledge I don’t ask for help when I am in a fevered delirium either or so I have been told.!!
I am writing about this research on how it will cure this bug that had besotted us for such a long time and at the same time we are to undergo a hockey game on TV. One thing for sure as the volume of the liquid increases, not so, much, the capacity of intellectual power.
Another property that has been observed in a non medical conclusion, is you grow to be, “ten feet tall and bullet proof” and in the morning the opposite is true. This bares further study.
AS we consumed the untried mixtures in different volumes and temperatures the effects were noted as “I don’t give a shit if they scored again” many times, in increasing volumes as the game continued. How the hell do you shoot at the net, nine times and only score once??. Oh, once is enough to win a game, you say!!. But, they played for 60 minutes. Were they “figure skating”?.
When the game was over, so were we, and if you were expecting any myth busters conclusion, any alcohol if applied correctly in the above proportions does work as intended and a separate crowd of observers must record the results, because “we didn’t give a shit” and the cold continues on its miserable path of settling of scores. Amen
P.S.: it turns out that this cold and cough will last a 100 days,more or less. I like to error on the side of "more". So,we will make the necessary arrangements to bring enough :medicine" to cure this problem for sure.I think I am going to enjoy getting better,its almost cheaper than driving Arizona,but not near as much fun!!. .
The amber liquor was aged to distinction for us to enjoy while watching the “Maple Leafs” play against an American team which will remain nameless at this point because they out scored and out played them on National Television. Ok, its, “Nashville Predators.” Damn fine name.
Which begs the question;” how can guitar players and cowboys play hockey”? I have national pride here and I am not the least prejudiced in any way. Yellow, uniforms?.
We wish to thank those distillers that have labored so hard to produce a fine whiskey that was consumed and the results of whether it cured us or made us not care if we were effected by a flu bug or not!!. We wish to thank the makers of “Canada Dry” soda gingembre, aka ginger ale, for the inclusive, politically correct segment of our readers. (so, are we acceptable?).
Water, which has no known ingredients that are unhelpful for you and the makers of the ginger ale have to list the stuff that it takes to make it. Just because you can’t pronounce the chemicals names, don’t make it a bad thing, as MSG might, for example.
What are trying to cure?. We both have a real nasty cold or flu or something that makes you better for a short time and then kicks your ass for a longer time. Home made soups and other concoctions have been so far ineffectual, so we are down to the basics ………….alcohol.!! I know for a fact that it cures various alignments and cause others.
To-days episode is about the curing part, as I assume you know the other causes this causes. I don’t believe in over the counter cold remedies nor prescriptions either.
Being old school, has no special privileges other than the fact the old guy ,is not listening to anyone when he is sick and to the best of my knowledge I don’t ask for help when I am in a fevered delirium either or so I have been told.!!
I am writing about this research on how it will cure this bug that had besotted us for such a long time and at the same time we are to undergo a hockey game on TV. One thing for sure as the volume of the liquid increases, not so, much, the capacity of intellectual power.
Another property that has been observed in a non medical conclusion, is you grow to be, “ten feet tall and bullet proof” and in the morning the opposite is true. This bares further study.
AS we consumed the untried mixtures in different volumes and temperatures the effects were noted as “I don’t give a shit if they scored again” many times, in increasing volumes as the game continued. How the hell do you shoot at the net, nine times and only score once??. Oh, once is enough to win a game, you say!!. But, they played for 60 minutes. Were they “figure skating”?.
When the game was over, so were we, and if you were expecting any myth busters conclusion, any alcohol if applied correctly in the above proportions does work as intended and a separate crowd of observers must record the results, because “we didn’t give a shit” and the cold continues on its miserable path of settling of scores. Amen
P.S.: it turns out that this cold and cough will last a 100 days,more or less. I like to error on the side of "more". So,we will make the necessary arrangements to bring enough :medicine" to cure this problem for sure.I think I am going to enjoy getting better,its almost cheaper than driving Arizona,but not near as much fun!!. .
Sunday, November 13, 2011
The Crunchy Critter !!
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The Crunchy Critter
As promised earlier I would write about this person, it’s a women and just for the records these types come in all sizes and species. Is, this politically correct, I have been known to offend these people that literally hang on each word and make issue of it…yes,.......... I am ok .
So a crunchy critter once identified no longer has a gender, because that’s is a moot point in my opinion. They will no doubt piss you off and that’s their job to do so and you are powerless in your quest to get service delivered to you in a friendly, timely, fashion from her, or them, anyway.
The only satisfaction you are going to get is, silently to yourself, curse her name and call her every name you can think of, to help you deal with the critter that she is. She can get you all revved up quicker than your wife in an argument. Now, you just gotta admire that don’t you.?
Now, that’s something I like to do, tell her how her charisma has an emotional impact on people. I am going to pause a second and savor that moment in my mind, because it ain’t goanna happen.
This women works at a local company and we as a Family have sent some money here and they have done all the work in our homes. For all I know this behavior is tolerated here and she can get away with it because, she might a lesser owner or a relative or just so dam good at her job, that being “crunchy” is part of the job description, maybe,……….its ,ok here.
I know the true owners have made a great effort to get the business built to a point where word of mouth is what keeps new clients going there and there field service guys are top shelf. So, I can’t imagine that this women is allowed to do this and not get herself fired.
There are three times that I called and asked for service and was insulted to a point where I did phone another provider and did use him. Just to be a jerk myself, I phoned and told the crunchy that I had found someone else and not for her to worry about it. She was thankful and hinted that the next time she could help.
So the question is what empowerment does she have that we all have to change direction into her schedule when we are the ones that are providing them with a meal ticket. The truth is that we are over a barrel and they know it and so a little attitude is given to show us we aren’t the only people out there.
I, am also thinking is it me?. Do I piss people off for no apparent reason, other than I ask a question?. Could be, but that is another story and I really will have to write that one up. I believe that once you have seen this person and heard her speak, you will know exactly what I am referring too!. You, get the impression her poop don’t stink.
Having said all that, in her defense ,she must be very efficient at her duties, in order for the company to prosper and be able to provide a level of service to a large customer base. Judging from the response she gives me, she must be the scheduler of all the work that is predetermined for the whole damn place etc. So, asking for a favor without proper waiting time. “Well ain’t happening”.
And I quote: “we aren’t going to keep a man waiting until you decide when you are hooking up your stove”. Excuse me, I am waiting for you to give me a time when he ain’t busy, remember!!!.
So, we are at her mercy and it is, what it is, so live with it or you have a choice to make!!. Do you have a “crunchy critter” in your life?. Write to me, love to hear about it.
If, by some strange coincidence, your are a “crunchy” and are reading this, don’t take offence, just because I didn’t use your name, does not mean that it didn’t happen!!. This would qualify as a “reality show”. If I have offend any of you in this story, too bad, get over it, I need a stove connected, anybody handy??.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
A tribute to the most excellent women.
Welcome back everyone and to-days story is going to be about: a tribute to the most excellent women, lady, sister, wife, mother, mother-in-law, grandmother and great grandmother I have had the pleasure to know. Margaret Ellen Edwards. Yes ,she is unique and an original and they don’t make them like that any more. But, lucky thru her children and her grandchildren she is always with us and some of our children even bear her middle name in her memory; that made sure she would be remembered. All her descendents will be the living reminder of her legacy and life. She passed away not long ago.
With out doubt, your Mother (Margaret) will be the most significant individual in our lives. Your lives, were once totally dependent on her for our every need. Many believe that we search for aspects of the mother child relationship during our entire lives. She was your first love and will never be gone from your heart. You will always be in her heart now and in the great beyond. Try telling her not to love you, try telling her to forget you existed. It is impossible. Unless you are a mother yourself, you will never understand the passion of this love. Your mom is such a women, you are blessed as am I and the story goes like this…….she, has and always will put all others ahead of herself.
She, put in a lifetime of devotion and love for her children, that only a mother can give …she willingly gave of herself! Your Mother is seriously ailing, she needs your love and support.(she won’t ask anything of you all that she couldn’t do herself and if she could, would rather do it herself) If, you could, some of you, would take her place and ease her suffering for just a short time.
Her passing away will be a test of everyone’s determination, its your history, perhaps later a lesson will be learned., maybe an unrequited question will linger. And these damn mysteries of life will remain just that, a mystery, unanswered sometimes and some of you needn’t worry it as it is beyond your acuity.
Some of your lessons about life were taught as you sat at her knee and she breathed the little words of comfort and wisdom to you. She dried your tears, wiped your nose ,your little behind’s and kissed you and made it all better and now its your turn. Yes, its her time. She needs her tears to be dried and given a warm embrace and comforting words in her final days. These lessons are now your way of life. Pass it forward.
Later, occasional thoughts of her former presence will enter your mind and for a while you will sense a guilt about not visiting her resting place. This is where you will admit to yourself that you will go the next time and pay your respects. Its up to you, it always has been. In the end tranquility will come to you .
You seek inner soul reconciliations , so we can continue with our lives, so that we can deal with your own life’s conclusions intimately, which we all will face. Your mom has thought about this more readily than she would admit.. There were minor hints in her manner and you will have seen a change in her. There is nothing you can do or say that will dissuade her thoughts now, this is her moment. Like it or not its your time also and now you and Mom are entitled to live this experience out together. It will be difficult to talk to her about these feelings as she will no doubt be unable to do so.
All we can hope is that when the big sleep comes to us, its arrives quietly. Just like a silent canoe that glides thru the still waters of a lake as we paddle, to drink in the beauty that nature offers and quietly reflect our simple thoughts, as the warming breezes waft our face and a little hum begins a new day. Our departure kindly begins a eternal voyage, we become forever young again and leave free and unconfined of the worldly care’s and anguish.
Leonard Alton (her son) wrote a verse called “the canoeist” in this poem he describes very vividly the feelings, the sounds and the surroundings that you can picture and feel the familiarity of being in that canoe. I find comfort in it and reflect as it brings in focus that time passes by quickly (tempus fugit) and before we know it we are thinking about our own mortality often. Is, this what it will be like, a long canoe trip with never-ending days.?
Use your imagination here, we all have preconceived notions of what death is like, as well as the hereafter and we model to make ourselves feel better because we are all worried of this fact and many don’t want to face it. I think this is why many people find a renewal in their faith because of this fact and they want to be prepared to meet their Maker in peace and harmony with themselves and the rest of the World.
This is conspicuous when you see your children, Grandchildren and your aging parents, aunts and uncles that are slowly, gracefully passing thru time and awaiting their turn to meet their entitlements. Its at this time most of us will reflect back when we might have been kids ourselves and think about the antics our parents, and relatives did to make us laugh and enjoyed their lives. Many have passed away now, but their memories linger in our thoughts and hearts.
Life isn’t fair and nobody really cares about your self esteem unless its you. If, you look around life is still rolling along as though nothing has happened. Life continues at a dedicated rate!! A new life is given every 8 seconds and an another life taken every 12 seconds. Mom has shown the courage to continue for as long as it takes and to get as much enjoyment in her remaining time as possible! And to enjoy the fruits of her work hard, her children, grandchildren and great Grandchildren.
Not sure of what you can count on, if you have faith of religion or a position of inner succor, I guess this is where you will find what you seek!., what’s your question? Behold, “the fleeting canoe” awaits you l! Good luck on your journey!
*Act independently and decide your own fate.
With out doubt, your Mother (Margaret) will be the most significant individual in our lives. Your lives, were once totally dependent on her for our every need. Many believe that we search for aspects of the mother child relationship during our entire lives. She was your first love and will never be gone from your heart. You will always be in her heart now and in the great beyond. Try telling her not to love you, try telling her to forget you existed. It is impossible. Unless you are a mother yourself, you will never understand the passion of this love. Your mom is such a women, you are blessed as am I and the story goes like this…….she, has and always will put all others ahead of herself.
She, put in a lifetime of devotion and love for her children, that only a mother can give …she willingly gave of herself! Your Mother is seriously ailing, she needs your love and support.(she won’t ask anything of you all that she couldn’t do herself and if she could, would rather do it herself) If, you could, some of you, would take her place and ease her suffering for just a short time.
Her passing away will be a test of everyone’s determination, its your history, perhaps later a lesson will be learned., maybe an unrequited question will linger. And these damn mysteries of life will remain just that, a mystery, unanswered sometimes and some of you needn’t worry it as it is beyond your acuity.
Some of your lessons about life were taught as you sat at her knee and she breathed the little words of comfort and wisdom to you. She dried your tears, wiped your nose ,your little behind’s and kissed you and made it all better and now its your turn. Yes, its her time. She needs her tears to be dried and given a warm embrace and comforting words in her final days. These lessons are now your way of life. Pass it forward.
Later, occasional thoughts of her former presence will enter your mind and for a while you will sense a guilt about not visiting her resting place. This is where you will admit to yourself that you will go the next time and pay your respects. Its up to you, it always has been. In the end tranquility will come to you .
You seek inner soul reconciliations , so we can continue with our lives, so that we can deal with your own life’s conclusions intimately, which we all will face. Your mom has thought about this more readily than she would admit.. There were minor hints in her manner and you will have seen a change in her. There is nothing you can do or say that will dissuade her thoughts now, this is her moment. Like it or not its your time also and now you and Mom are entitled to live this experience out together. It will be difficult to talk to her about these feelings as she will no doubt be unable to do so.
All we can hope is that when the big sleep comes to us, its arrives quietly. Just like a silent canoe that glides thru the still waters of a lake as we paddle, to drink in the beauty that nature offers and quietly reflect our simple thoughts, as the warming breezes waft our face and a little hum begins a new day. Our departure kindly begins a eternal voyage, we become forever young again and leave free and unconfined of the worldly care’s and anguish.
Leonard Alton (her son) wrote a verse called “the canoeist” in this poem he describes very vividly the feelings, the sounds and the surroundings that you can picture and feel the familiarity of being in that canoe. I find comfort in it and reflect as it brings in focus that time passes by quickly (tempus fugit) and before we know it we are thinking about our own mortality often. Is, this what it will be like, a long canoe trip with never-ending days.?
Use your imagination here, we all have preconceived notions of what death is like, as well as the hereafter and we model to make ourselves feel better because we are all worried of this fact and many don’t want to face it. I think this is why many people find a renewal in their faith because of this fact and they want to be prepared to meet their Maker in peace and harmony with themselves and the rest of the World.
This is conspicuous when you see your children, Grandchildren and your aging parents, aunts and uncles that are slowly, gracefully passing thru time and awaiting their turn to meet their entitlements. Its at this time most of us will reflect back when we might have been kids ourselves and think about the antics our parents, and relatives did to make us laugh and enjoyed their lives. Many have passed away now, but their memories linger in our thoughts and hearts.
Life isn’t fair and nobody really cares about your self esteem unless its you. If, you look around life is still rolling along as though nothing has happened. Life continues at a dedicated rate!! A new life is given every 8 seconds and an another life taken every 12 seconds. Mom has shown the courage to continue for as long as it takes and to get as much enjoyment in her remaining time as possible! And to enjoy the fruits of her work hard, her children, grandchildren and great Grandchildren.
Not sure of what you can count on, if you have faith of religion or a position of inner succor, I guess this is where you will find what you seek!., what’s your question? Behold, “the fleeting canoe” awaits you l! Good luck on your journey!
*Act independently and decide your own fate.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Keep The Rubber Side Down
Keep The Rubber Side Down
While reading one of the motorcycle forums I visit. I ran across a post from another rider. She was cut off by a cager and when the vehicles stopped, she confronted the driver. Here's the post. What would you have done?
While reading one of the motorcycle forums I visit. I ran across a post from another rider. She was cut off by a cager and when the vehicles stopped, she confronted the driver. Here's the post. What would you have done?
I am the Sears Catalogue Man.
Hi, back again with more of my ramblings. On my route I see shifting dynamics in the neighborhoods such as homes up for sale, homes sold and remodeled and new Families moving in and older people moving out.
To-day’s story is about, an senior, a women, who is struggling with her daily activities and still proud to be in her home but, she now does not pay attention to the small details as her world slowly starts to close in around her. Luckily, there is a next of kin that comes to help and soon she will be moved to a sheltered residence.
When I spoke to her she still remembers when she and her husband first moved there and began to raise their Family. She spoke of where he worked and she was a stay at home mom because the kids came home for lunch and she needed to be there after school. She enjoyed that trip back to memory lane and all the things that meant something to her as a young mother and the fun that they had along with the struggles.
Her kids are grown with their own Families now and she sees the grandkids regularly and enjoys them and is glad to see them leave, they are so busy. Her husband has passed away and she now watches a little TV and looks at the photo albums and quietly naps on the couch. Her time has a certain routine to it now and she gladly follows it as her time here begins to dwindle away.
She is glad to see company once in a while but prefers to be on her own and let the leisure time shroud her as she drifts away in the memories of yesterday. Who knows what she dreams of and how far back she can remember or does it matter as her medication works its magic and gives a small reprieve in time. She begins to muddle up her pills and takes them randomly and has no sense of what is the proper dosage.
Luckily, for her there is a relative that has observed the same thing and has began to come over regularly to care for her and slowly she begins to awaken from her self induced stupor and begins to enjoy what the days and new company have to offer. She begins to go on escorted trips to the store and visit her kids at their home and reawakens within her a reason to her life.
She now begins to work in the yard pulling weeds and replanting flowers and enjoys the pleasure that she has missed for such a long time. She feels a purpose to her life and has told me that time indeed does fly by.
So, her opinion is to live each day and do as much as you can before you can’t.
She was later taken to a nursing home and there she will look forward to, her entitlement, to meet her maker and go in peace to be forever young and throw away the burdens of life and mingle freely among her predeceased relatives and friends. When I visit she barely recognizes me, but I talk to her like this is o.k. and not to worry I, too have spells when I can’t remember stuff either.
Good bye, my spiritual grand mother, live well,................see you tomorrow.
To-day’s story is about, an senior, a women, who is struggling with her daily activities and still proud to be in her home but, she now does not pay attention to the small details as her world slowly starts to close in around her. Luckily, there is a next of kin that comes to help and soon she will be moved to a sheltered residence.
When I spoke to her she still remembers when she and her husband first moved there and began to raise their Family. She spoke of where he worked and she was a stay at home mom because the kids came home for lunch and she needed to be there after school. She enjoyed that trip back to memory lane and all the things that meant something to her as a young mother and the fun that they had along with the struggles.
Her kids are grown with their own Families now and she sees the grandkids regularly and enjoys them and is glad to see them leave, they are so busy. Her husband has passed away and she now watches a little TV and looks at the photo albums and quietly naps on the couch. Her time has a certain routine to it now and she gladly follows it as her time here begins to dwindle away.
She is glad to see company once in a while but prefers to be on her own and let the leisure time shroud her as she drifts away in the memories of yesterday. Who knows what she dreams of and how far back she can remember or does it matter as her medication works its magic and gives a small reprieve in time. She begins to muddle up her pills and takes them randomly and has no sense of what is the proper dosage.
Luckily, for her there is a relative that has observed the same thing and has began to come over regularly to care for her and slowly she begins to awaken from her self induced stupor and begins to enjoy what the days and new company have to offer. She begins to go on escorted trips to the store and visit her kids at their home and reawakens within her a reason to her life.
She now begins to work in the yard pulling weeds and replanting flowers and enjoys the pleasure that she has missed for such a long time. She feels a purpose to her life and has told me that time indeed does fly by.
So, her opinion is to live each day and do as much as you can before you can’t.
She was later taken to a nursing home and there she will look forward to, her entitlement, to meet her maker and go in peace to be forever young and throw away the burdens of life and mingle freely among her predeceased relatives and friends. When I visit she barely recognizes me, but I talk to her like this is o.k. and not to worry I, too have spells when I can’t remember stuff either.
Good bye, my spiritual grand mother, live well,................see you tomorrow.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
Pamelia Kurstin plays the theremin | Video on TED.com
Pamelia Kurstin plays the theremin Video on TED.com
Virtuoso Pamelia Kurstin performs and discusses her theremin, the not-just-for-sci-fi electronic instrument that is played without being touched. Songs include "Autumn Leaves," "Lush Life" and David Mash’s "Listen, Words Are Gone."
Virtuoso Pamelia Kurstin performs and discusses her theremin, the not-just-for-sci-fi electronic instrument that is played without being touched. Songs include "Autumn Leaves," "Lush Life" and David Mash’s "Listen, Words Are Gone."
“Sears Catalogue Man”.
SPECIAL DELIVERY: I am the Sears Catalogue Man.
Have I got your attention now?. No, I am not the Sears model with the left hand in his pocket and joyful and debonair white toothy smile showing off the suit of the month. I, am the end of the chain in the marketing world, I deliver the catalog to your door.
And the end result of the high priced help, cascades to me, a lowly paid, bookie, who delivers to the door step or mail box. Rain, sheet or sleet or snow will not deter me, why you ask, because, I won’t go out and drop them off unless it’s SUNNY!. The only weak link has shown its self. Its me.
To tell the truth, the longer you procrastinate about doing the job, the more you have to do to meet the dead line of when these books are to be delivered. So, a sunny day is bonus but I will deliver them no matter the weather.
Cooked like a dinner or frozen like a popsicle. I was going to say like a bed sheet, those were the days when the clothes were hung outside, no matter the weather and then brought in, stiff as a board. So, you know, I am as old as dirt. There is nothing like a fresh frozen sheet!!.
So, far I have only been bitten by one dog, whom got away from his master, a very petite lady, who was knocked off her feet and dragged a few more feet until he met me, with his teeth in my upper thigh region. It was a big son of a bitch, a beast n small bear mix. :"Cujoe"
Lucky, for me I had the Christmas Wish book in my hand and he got to read it before the household did. All, 873 pages including the plastic cover were given to him in quick blow to the nose. Now, that’s what I call “speed reading”. My pride was more offended than the bite, but it still left a bruise where he made contact. The book deflected most of the energy from me.Saved by Sears.
Across the street, another lady is walking her dog and pissing herself laughing as she was a witness to the “dancing bear n catalog guy” going at it. I don’t remember everything. I am sure the noise level for a short time was exceedingly loud. Feet’s don’t fail we now.! Exit, stage left!.
Whistle, while you work has a new meaning to me now. So, whenever I approach this house I do give a wolf whistle to see if the “Cujoe” is in the yard. If he is near, I disappear, once bite, twice shy, another mystery cleared up about where that saying came from. The things you do for a dime!!. There are some friendly dogs out there, but not all on my route.
Stay tuned, I be writing about the other adventures as they happen to the “Sears Catalogue Man”.
Have I got your attention now?. No, I am not the Sears model with the left hand in his pocket and joyful and debonair white toothy smile showing off the suit of the month. I, am the end of the chain in the marketing world, I deliver the catalog to your door.
And the end result of the high priced help, cascades to me, a lowly paid, bookie, who delivers to the door step or mail box. Rain, sheet or sleet or snow will not deter me, why you ask, because, I won’t go out and drop them off unless it’s SUNNY!. The only weak link has shown its self. Its me.
To tell the truth, the longer you procrastinate about doing the job, the more you have to do to meet the dead line of when these books are to be delivered. So, a sunny day is bonus but I will deliver them no matter the weather.
Cooked like a dinner or frozen like a popsicle. I was going to say like a bed sheet, those were the days when the clothes were hung outside, no matter the weather and then brought in, stiff as a board. So, you know, I am as old as dirt. There is nothing like a fresh frozen sheet!!.
So, far I have only been bitten by one dog, whom got away from his master, a very petite lady, who was knocked off her feet and dragged a few more feet until he met me, with his teeth in my upper thigh region. It was a big son of a bitch, a beast n small bear mix. :"Cujoe"
Lucky, for me I had the Christmas Wish book in my hand and he got to read it before the household did. All, 873 pages including the plastic cover were given to him in quick blow to the nose. Now, that’s what I call “speed reading”. My pride was more offended than the bite, but it still left a bruise where he made contact. The book deflected most of the energy from me.Saved by Sears.
Across the street, another lady is walking her dog and pissing herself laughing as she was a witness to the “dancing bear n catalog guy” going at it. I don’t remember everything. I am sure the noise level for a short time was exceedingly loud. Feet’s don’t fail we now.! Exit, stage left!.
Whistle, while you work has a new meaning to me now. So, whenever I approach this house I do give a wolf whistle to see if the “Cujoe” is in the yard. If he is near, I disappear, once bite, twice shy, another mystery cleared up about where that saying came from. The things you do for a dime!!. There are some friendly dogs out there, but not all on my route.
Stay tuned, I be writing about the other adventures as they happen to the “Sears Catalogue Man”.
Life is full of mysteries !
"*the beginning of wisdom is to desire it"."
Life is full of mysteries and unanswered questions, what you do about it, will prove how curious you are about finding out.
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Thursday, November 3, 2011
Stuff our kids want to eat”
Grandparents face parenting challenges; Retirement years being spent raising grandkids
By DOUG EDGAR
– Doug Edgar, wrote the original story about our Family and its time to let him know what the scoop is.
I should rename this story “Stuff our kids want to eat”
Doug Edgar wrote: ”Bruce Nuckowski thought his days of fishing toy cars out of the toilet and explaining why cereal is a better choice for breakfast than Goldfish crackers were over.”
They weren't.
Well, Doug, if I was to tell you that Goldfish are indeed now acceptable as a breakfast food, would you laugh at me?. Don’t get me wrong cereal has its place but there is something about the smell of a fresh box of Goldfish in the morning. Dip them in butter,you can't quit eating them.!
You should try it, its good. First, we have to get them to eat some cereal or toast before the replacement food is requested. But, if you ask what do you want for breakfast, then you will get the following answers.
Here, is what else that can be had at the breakfast table, so folks if you always wondered what will kids eat, I might be able to answer your question shortly.
Pizza-cold or reheated, but in the oven only please. Tastes good. Fingers only.
Cereal-with milk, but its not eaten, just the milk is drank and a refill is asked for or the cereal is eaten, but the milk is left, or its half n half. Could use a spoon but forks and fingers work.
Baby dill Pickles-they can be Valasic Kosher baby dills with garlic or Bick’s with garlic. Fingers or forks.
Pepperettes-they can be found at Zehr’s deli and they are made by Schneider’s. fingers only.
Cheese- a slice of Kraft or old cheddar and a piece of ham from the same deli. utensils optional
Nachos n cheese-again only Kraft cheese or jalapeno' chips.!! A finger food
Pergories-reheated in a frying pan with some sour cream. They must be Chemo’s brand. Fingers or forks.
Bagels- must be sesame seed and the top only, toasted, with peanut butter or cream cheese and no butter. Fingers.
Toast- white bread. Lots of butter, can have peanut butter, no crust, cut in 4 pieces, on a plate being optional
Eggs-scrambled with cheese and no toast and if there was bacon in it, that would be eaten first, utensils optional.
Frozen pancakes / waffles-with butter and tons of syrup, cut in bite size pieces. Forks used here.
Yoghurt / pudding cups- I am ok with the yoghurt but not pudding, a discussion always is requested.
And pie; what ever was for desert the night before, its ok for breakfast the next day.
And after that has all happened, guess what ”can we have a “snack” now, please”? Did I miss something ?.
Well, after reading all this is, it does appear to be usual food requests no matter what time of day I guess and if it makes them happy and fills that hole I guess it works. I am sure other Families have the same menu, don’t you?.
Breakfast should run from 6:30 am to 7:30 am and after they all dressed and teeth brushed, then they require a snack, no way, didn’t you all just finish eating something?.
Well, that’s it Doug, I have to go, I hear a Hot Wheels car is in the toilet and its not going to make it unless I rescue it, before somebody flushes. .
By DOUG EDGAR
– Doug Edgar, wrote the original story about our Family and its time to let him know what the scoop is.
I should rename this story “Stuff our kids want to eat”
Doug Edgar wrote: ”Bruce Nuckowski thought his days of fishing toy cars out of the toilet and explaining why cereal is a better choice for breakfast than Goldfish crackers were over.”
They weren't.
Well, Doug, if I was to tell you that Goldfish are indeed now acceptable as a breakfast food, would you laugh at me?. Don’t get me wrong cereal has its place but there is something about the smell of a fresh box of Goldfish in the morning. Dip them in butter,you can't quit eating them.!
You should try it, its good. First, we have to get them to eat some cereal or toast before the replacement food is requested. But, if you ask what do you want for breakfast, then you will get the following answers.
Here, is what else that can be had at the breakfast table, so folks if you always wondered what will kids eat, I might be able to answer your question shortly.
Pizza-cold or reheated, but in the oven only please. Tastes good. Fingers only.
Cereal-with milk, but its not eaten, just the milk is drank and a refill is asked for or the cereal is eaten, but the milk is left, or its half n half. Could use a spoon but forks and fingers work.
Baby dill Pickles-they can be Valasic Kosher baby dills with garlic or Bick’s with garlic. Fingers or forks.
Pepperettes-they can be found at Zehr’s deli and they are made by Schneider’s. fingers only.
Cheese- a slice of Kraft or old cheddar and a piece of ham from the same deli. utensils optional
Nachos n cheese-again only Kraft cheese or jalapeno' chips.!! A finger food
Pergories-reheated in a frying pan with some sour cream. They must be Chemo’s brand. Fingers or forks.
Bagels- must be sesame seed and the top only, toasted, with peanut butter or cream cheese and no butter. Fingers.
Toast- white bread. Lots of butter, can have peanut butter, no crust, cut in 4 pieces, on a plate being optional
Eggs-scrambled with cheese and no toast and if there was bacon in it, that would be eaten first, utensils optional.
Frozen pancakes / waffles-with butter and tons of syrup, cut in bite size pieces. Forks used here.
Yoghurt / pudding cups- I am ok with the yoghurt but not pudding, a discussion always is requested.
And pie; what ever was for desert the night before, its ok for breakfast the next day.
And after that has all happened, guess what ”can we have a “snack” now, please”? Did I miss something ?.
Well, after reading all this is, it does appear to be usual food requests no matter what time of day I guess and if it makes them happy and fills that hole I guess it works. I am sure other Families have the same menu, don’t you?.
Breakfast should run from 6:30 am to 7:30 am and after they all dressed and teeth brushed, then they require a snack, no way, didn’t you all just finish eating something?.
Well, that’s it Doug, I have to go, I hear a Hot Wheels car is in the toilet and its not going to make it unless I rescue it, before somebody flushes. .
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