If preception is reality,.then belief is the death of imagination.
In my opinion,they want what we have.
Water,minerals,oil.hydro.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Friday, December 23, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Dear Joe;
We send each other cards and letters and we have a snap shot of how your lives are going. Its a thing we started when we first met in a Radiator Repair shop and my bike had a gas leak in the tank. I will write it up later and we can enjoy it to-gether.
Merry Christmas Folks and the Best to you all.
Dear Joe;
Thank you for your card, I can’t believe its that time already again. And congratulations on your 80th birthday, how do you stay so young. I guess its riding the Harley does it, I think I heard if you ride a bike you stop time for a while.
Yes, I will be going on 66 yrs old again this year, next year. I like to have my own party in May, its lot warmer and the beer tastes BETTER THEN.
We are all fine here, kids are growing up too fast and they are now, 10 yrs, 6 yrs and 4 yrs old. they sure keep us busy and we had our youngest son move to help us, well try too. They can sure run your ass off some days. We love them it’s a great job, sometimes.
Our mother-in-law has been passed away a year now and we will miss her at the table.
And the other day her cat died as well, we were taking care of her until Mom was able to so, now they are united together, again.
I am just a year clear of my cancer operation and still recovering from the treatments. I didn’t ride to much this year I was too weak and it was all I could do to a mile or so. Man, I tell you what, that was the hardest thing to be do, ever.
I spent more money on batteries than gas this year, both my bikes needed them and then they were running a little rough, tune up time.
Our weather has been great just enough snow to make snowmen and a small fort and its already melted away, kids aren’t happy, too bad.
Anyway, we wish you the best in the New Year and you have a Good Christmas and we will toast your birthday at the table. You know it’s a good time to toast you right now, so I am going to cupboard and get some wine and I will toast you every morning.
That, is until the misses finds out and then I will have to explain that it was your birthday and we always toast your birthday, everyday, with the bikers health drink, in this case some wine or it could be beer or it be some Jack or just good old rye, some days.
And as far it been too early in the morning, its never to early, well we have get the day off to a roaring start don’t we, I mean the Harley has to roar at bit before it, purrs.
Thank you and keep the rubber side down, ride well my friend!!.
Bruce,
Merry Christmas and God Bless you and your Family.
Merry Christmas Folks and the Best to you all.
Thank you for your card, I can’t believe its that time already again. And congratulations on your 80th birthday, how do you stay so young. I guess its riding the Harley does it, I think I heard if you ride a bike you stop time for a while.
Yes, I will be going on 66 yrs old again this year, next year. I like to have my own party in May, its lot warmer and the beer tastes BETTER THEN.
We are all fine here, kids are growing up too fast and they are now, 10 yrs, 6 yrs and 4 yrs old. they sure keep us busy and we had our youngest son move to help us, well try too. They can sure run your ass off some days. We love them it’s a great job, sometimes.
Our mother-in-law has been passed away a year now and we will miss her at the table.
And the other day her cat died as well, we were taking care of her until Mom was able to so, now they are united together, again.
I am just a year clear of my cancer operation and still recovering from the treatments. I didn’t ride to much this year I was too weak and it was all I could do to a mile or so. Man, I tell you what, that was the hardest thing to be do, ever.
I spent more money on batteries than gas this year, both my bikes needed them and then they were running a little rough, tune up time.
Our weather has been great just enough snow to make snowmen and a small fort and its already melted away, kids aren’t happy, too bad.
Anyway, we wish you the best in the New Year and you have a Good Christmas and we will toast your birthday at the table. You know it’s a good time to toast you right now, so I am going to cupboard and get some wine and I will toast you every morning.
That, is until the misses finds out and then I will have to explain that it was your birthday and we always toast your birthday, everyday, with the bikers health drink, in this case some wine or it could be beer or it be some Jack or just good old rye, some days.
And as far it been too early in the morning, its never to early, well we have get the day off to a roaring start don’t we, I mean the Harley has to roar at bit before it, purrs.
Thank you and keep the rubber side down, ride well my friend!!.
Bruce,
Merry Christmas and God Bless you and your Family.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Mr. Crunchy,Adventures in the neighbor hood again!
Oct/04/2012: update,Mr.Crunchy,rises to the occassion. To-day,the kids are outside playing and making noise, all of a sudden,I hear"shut the fuck up" and before I can get the boys to quiet down he says it again and this time the oldest says something rude back to him. Luckly he had slammed his door and didn't hear him.
To-days, episode is about the neighbor in the apt building yelling “shut up” out his window or door. It is about 10 minutes to eight o’clock AM, if you can believe it. And why is this person yelling you ask, well let me tell you.
Our kids get up between 6 and 6:30 am everyday, so there is a lot to get done before they catch the school bus. Sometimes, they get done early and get to play outside until the bus comes. If they play in the front yard its quieter than the back yard.
The back yard has a natural acoustic echo to it and if you talk loud enough aka “yelling” you get a 1.5% increase in your volume, amphitheatre or amplifier, sound pretty close. Put 3 kids playing soccer in the backyard, you can imagine, the sound level.(migraine)
The Crunchy, (its easy to earn this title from me),his bedroom faces the backyard which now is bombarded with noise in a full fledged soccer game going on with the 3 beavers.
The Crunchy, is a generic name that applies to either man or women. (as in this case, I am poetically, inclusive and politically correct?). So, should I use “they” in the description?.
He, she, they, must be retired, because why else would a person still be in bed, especially around here?. Well, the truth is they are all retired, with a few exceptions. I, presume it’s a “he”.
The noise level was a thing I was used too as I continued on the fixing up the back packs etc, until I heard this real loud “shut up”. Well, I think you could hear a pin drop. Kids run in and ask what the heck was that??. I, think it was a person that didn’t like the “sounds” of your game.
Well, it worked the boys didn’t want to go outside, until the bus came and were very quiet going to the road. Crunchy, thank you, you have saved the day and as your consequence you get this story splashed on my blog and someone will figure who you are.
Did I mention that it snows here, sometimes daily.? And, that the snowplow arrives between 6:30 and 7:00. A.M. And folks this not a quiet machine, especially when he drops the blade. It growls!.
I use to live near the tracks and I know what a locomotive working up speed sounds like, this is very comparable. And he has a yellow blinking light on top, a very large, bright, blinking light, really it flashes off and on, alternating, like a light house!.
A traveling caution signal light, so it is and don’t you know!. Maybe, when the kids came out, he had reached his “threshold of intolerance”!. Totally, another story in its self. But, I, do digress. Often and with out shame.!
Did, I also mention that are dogs in the hood as well. Yes sir, there are a collections from small sopranos, bulgy beagles to totally prominent Cujoe baritones. Can you all guess at what time these performers come to, too,…..pee?.
For the record they are largely quiet until their business is done and then they need to serenade us with the various tunes and songs they know so well!!. It ain’t quiet.!
And for what its worth, “you have my humble apologies I am sure”. Kids will be kids and even though they are ours, I do not apologize for their behavior, rather for your total lack of good manners. But, you wouldn’t see that way, now would you?., you all give “grouches” a bad name.
Thank you folks, stay tuned your true adventures from “the hood”. I ain't Judge Judy,so I don't care,well maybe a little bit.! No disclaimers: mostly true and enhanced for the public to enjoy.
To-days, episode is about the neighbor in the apt building yelling “shut up” out his window or door. It is about 10 minutes to eight o’clock AM, if you can believe it. And why is this person yelling you ask, well let me tell you.
Our kids get up between 6 and 6:30 am everyday, so there is a lot to get done before they catch the school bus. Sometimes, they get done early and get to play outside until the bus comes. If they play in the front yard its quieter than the back yard.
The back yard has a natural acoustic echo to it and if you talk loud enough aka “yelling” you get a 1.5% increase in your volume, amphitheatre or amplifier, sound pretty close. Put 3 kids playing soccer in the backyard, you can imagine, the sound level.(migraine)
The Crunchy, (its easy to earn this title from me),his bedroom faces the backyard which now is bombarded with noise in a full fledged soccer game going on with the 3 beavers.
The Crunchy, is a generic name that applies to either man or women. (as in this case, I am poetically, inclusive and politically correct?). So, should I use “they” in the description?.
He, she, they, must be retired, because why else would a person still be in bed, especially around here?. Well, the truth is they are all retired, with a few exceptions. I, presume it’s a “he”.
The noise level was a thing I was used too as I continued on the fixing up the back packs etc, until I heard this real loud “shut up”. Well, I think you could hear a pin drop. Kids run in and ask what the heck was that??. I, think it was a person that didn’t like the “sounds” of your game.
Well, it worked the boys didn’t want to go outside, until the bus came and were very quiet going to the road. Crunchy, thank you, you have saved the day and as your consequence you get this story splashed on my blog and someone will figure who you are.
Did I mention that it snows here, sometimes daily.? And, that the snowplow arrives between 6:30 and 7:00. A.M. And folks this not a quiet machine, especially when he drops the blade. It growls!.
I use to live near the tracks and I know what a locomotive working up speed sounds like, this is very comparable. And he has a yellow blinking light on top, a very large, bright, blinking light, really it flashes off and on, alternating, like a light house!.
A traveling caution signal light, so it is and don’t you know!. Maybe, when the kids came out, he had reached his “threshold of intolerance”!. Totally, another story in its self. But, I, do digress. Often and with out shame.!
Did, I also mention that are dogs in the hood as well. Yes sir, there are a collections from small sopranos, bulgy beagles to totally prominent Cujoe baritones. Can you all guess at what time these performers come to, too,…..pee?.
For the record they are largely quiet until their business is done and then they need to serenade us with the various tunes and songs they know so well!!. It ain’t quiet.!
And for what its worth, “you have my humble apologies I am sure”. Kids will be kids and even though they are ours, I do not apologize for their behavior, rather for your total lack of good manners. But, you wouldn’t see that way, now would you?., you all give “grouches” a bad name.
Thank you folks, stay tuned your true adventures from “the hood”. I ain't Judge Judy,so I don't care,well maybe a little bit.! No disclaimers: mostly true and enhanced for the public to enjoy.
I miss you,Bro!
A Special Friend
I have a special friend,
I can truly call my own,
Someone, that I can talk to.
When I really feel alone.
Someone, who will listen,
To every word I say.
Even though the words I’ve spoken,
Have gotten lost along the way.
My friend is always with me,
Even in the dark of the night.
Like the soft glow of an ember,
Soft…but always bright.
His warmth will always be with me,
It wraps around my heart.
And through the coldest days of winter,
It gives me a brand new start.
My Special Friend is a he,
Although it maybe a she,
My Special Friend is my brother,
A Special part of me.
I can not face him man to man,
Until my day has come.
When the Father calls me home,
To stand beside his son.
But, as I strive through life’s ups and downs,
I have a hand to hold.
A Special hand….from a Special Friend,
Something to behold.
A Special Feeling,
A Special Heart,
That will always touch me,
It has, From the very start.
Dedicated to my late brother,
Robert Charles Alton.
Written by…
Leonard F. Alton, October 8th ,1989.
Monday, December 5, 2011
A friend sent this to me. Life Lesson.
The older I get
The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either, way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning is most enjoyable. A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the garage with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time? Let me tell you about it:
I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my, ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind; he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whomever he was talking with something about "a thousand marbles."
I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say "Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you’re busy with your job. I'm sure they pay you well but it's a shame you have to be away from home and you’re Family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. It's too bad you missed your Daughter’s "dance recital" he continued. "Let me tell you something that has helped me keep my own priorities."
And that's when he began to explain his theory of a "thousand marbles." "You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years.
"Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900, which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire Lifetime. Now, stick with me, Tom, I'm getting to the important part. It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail", he went on, "and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays."
"I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy. So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round up 1000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear."
"Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away. I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life. There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight."
"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure that if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time." "It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your Family and I hope to meet you again here on the band.
This is a 75 year old man, K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!" You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter.
Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. "C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast" "What brought this on?" she asked with a smile. "Oh, nothing special, it's just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. And hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to buy some marbles.
A friend sent this to me, so I to you, my friend. And so, as one smart bear once said..."If you live to be a hundred, I Want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live Without you." - Winnie the Pooh.
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| Stop,and smell the roses! |
I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my, ham radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden voice. You know the kind; he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business. He was telling whomever he was talking with something about "a thousand marbles."
I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say "Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you’re busy with your job. I'm sure they pay you well but it's a shame you have to be away from home and you’re Family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. It's too bad you missed your Daughter’s "dance recital" he continued. "Let me tell you something that has helped me keep my own priorities."
And that's when he began to explain his theory of a "thousand marbles." "You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years.
"Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900, which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire Lifetime. Now, stick with me, Tom, I'm getting to the important part. It took me until I was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail", he went on, "and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred Saturdays."
"I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had about a thousand of them left to enjoy. So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round up 1000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside a large, clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear."
"Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away. I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life. There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight."
"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure that if I make it until next Saturday then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all use is a little more time." "It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your Family and I hope to meet you again here on the band.
This is a 75 year old man, K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good morning!" You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to work on the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams to work on the next club newsletter.
Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife up with a kiss. "C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast" "What brought this on?" she asked with a smile. "Oh, nothing special, it's just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. And hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to buy some marbles.
A friend sent this to me, so I to you, my friend. And so, as one smart bear once said..."If you live to be a hundred, I Want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live Without you." - Winnie the Pooh.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
We miss you, Russell !
Lesson: some cats are black and white,some skunks are black and white.
Its good to know which one of them,......you are chasing, before you all catch them!!!!!
Friday, December 2, 2011
Its been a year to-day.
Its been a year since this lovely person passed away.
It’s a year today that my mother-in-law passed away,
How quickly that moment has been and went.
She knew, the date, to us she couldn’t say,
As the Lord came, embraced her spirit, with consent.
Come my child, your task here is done,
Come with me and see the rest of your folk.
Put down your burden, time for you again, begun,
Enjoy the company with each other, laugh at the joke.
My spirit swiftly took flight as I had breathed my last.
It’s a year today that my mother-in-law passed away,
How quickly that moment has been and went.
She knew, the date, to us she couldn’t say,
As the Lord came, embraced her spirit, with consent.
Come my child, your task here is done,
Come with me and see the rest of your folk.
Put down your burden, time for you again, begun,
Enjoy the company with each other, laugh at the joke.
My spirit swiftly took flight as I had breathed my last.
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