It’s a Wonder I’m Still Alive......
DDT is a synthetic pesticide that was used, or I should say, overused in the 1950’s and 60’s. DDT is still the most effective way to control mosquitoes today, yet its use is banned in most countries.
Millions of lives could be saved from malaria in underdeveloped countries if the use of DDT resumed. Like its overuse, DDT is far under used today.
When I was a child the city would come around and spray DDT to control mosquitoes. The truck usually came out at dusk, and it had a peculiar sounding pump that sprayed a gigantic fog of DDT all over the neighborhood.
We would get on our bicycles and chase the truck joyously laughing and breathing in the pesticide. After all, surely adults wouldn’t spay a hazardous material on innocent children.
Blogger Stuff
I write stuff for my blog in Word, because I can’t spell worth a darn. Word also catches huge snafus in sentence structure. I never was too good in English class. I cringe now when I think about Ali and Alyssa reading my words with the misplaced structure and punctuation.
I keep the writings for a few months in a giant document before I delete the file and start anew.
I notice that if I write an entry that I must write it completely and post it immediately or I will abandon it forever. I’ll bet 25% of the stuff I write never gets posted because I didn’t finish the comment and lost interest.
How ADD is that?
Oh, I found a lazy man shortcut for logging onto blogger. You know how you get the “splash” page asking you to logon? This would require many keystrokes and the use of the tab button and mouse to put in your username and password. Just leave it blank and hit enter. You’ll be presented with another login page that remembers your username and password. Now just mouse over and the username and password enter for you. Hit enter and you are on your way. Minimal effort!
One year ago today........
I keep the writings for a few months in a giant document before I delete the file and start anew.
I notice that if I write an entry that I must write it completely and post it immediately or I will abandon it forever. I’ll bet 25% of the stuff I write never gets posted because I didn’t finish the comment and lost interest.
How ADD is that?
Oh, I found a lazy man shortcut for logging onto blogger. You know how you get the “splash” page asking you to logon? This would require many keystrokes and the use of the tab button and mouse to put in your username and password. Just leave it blank and hit enter. You’ll be presented with another login page that remembers your username and password. Now just mouse over and the username and password enter for you. Hit enter and you are on your way. Minimal effort!
One year ago today........
Mr. Duke
As anyone who knows us, you might say we like dogs. Hell, we like animals. We love them.Old Duke was rescued from the pound on Halloween 2006. So far Duke has been a perfect gentleman, except for a few shit walking incidents in the living room. I mean, who hasn’t done that a time or two in your life? I can hear Diesel, Goliath, and Sadie saying, “Here, here”, in agreement like they do in Parliament.
Most rescue dogs are so polite and grateful to have a new home. The honeymoon with Duke continues except, he is becoming more comfortable. This is cute, at least to us. He has his routine. He knows his boundaries. He comes when we call him and the other animals love him.
Duke was a real find. Please, if you are ever considering a new pet, adopt an adult looking for a home. They will love you forever and they will fit in most of the time.
Smelling Bad Smelling Things
I know this is weird but, I have had this splint on my finger for three weeks now. I change the thing daily and do my best to keep it dry.
My finger is starting to get white and wrinkly, and I just knew it was past due to start getting funky smelling.
Sure enough, this morning, I took a sniff and boy howdy did it smell. Then I kept smelling too it like a fool.
Why do I do that? Even Gigi couldn’t resist a sniff and she concurred.
My finger is starting to get white and wrinkly, and I just knew it was past due to start getting funky smelling.
Sure enough, this morning, I took a sniff and boy howdy did it smell. Then I kept smelling too it like a fool.
Why do I do that? Even Gigi couldn’t resist a sniff and she concurred.
Going Green
For those who think I am just a carbon belching greenhouse gas producing businessman; I have news for you.
I have installed those squiggly expensive light bulbs at home and in the office. They say they consume 13 watts of power and produce 60 watts of visible light.
This will redeem me for having to cut down that tree a few weeks ago to park my gigantic carbon belching greenhouse gas producing RV.
I am net even with the environment.
I have installed those squiggly expensive light bulbs at home and in the office. They say they consume 13 watts of power and produce 60 watts of visible light.
This will redeem me for having to cut down that tree a few weeks ago to park my gigantic carbon belching greenhouse gas producing RV.
I am net even with the environment.
Window Tinting
I dropped off my pickup truck last night to get the windows tinted.
Whenever we ride somewhere in the summer, Gigi sits in the back seat with two dogs and the sun cooks them. I sit in the front and drive with two dogs and the air conditioning is keeping us cool.
I have made two attempts to get my windows tinted before.
Window tinting in this town appears to be a very seedy business. I would feel safer trying to buy some pot. I found a place last year that tinted windows and made an appointment. I showed up and the waiting room was filled with P Ditty Urban types and gangster looking Hispanics. It looked too much like a prison yard, so I turned around and left.
I did the same thing at another place a few months later. Identical clientele at both places.
Finally I found a nice fellow that said he would do the tinting for me. It should be ready tonight.
I get to take the Beast in to work this morning. The weather is perfect Beast weather.
Whenever we ride somewhere in the summer, Gigi sits in the back seat with two dogs and the sun cooks them. I sit in the front and drive with two dogs and the air conditioning is keeping us cool.
I have made two attempts to get my windows tinted before.
Window tinting in this town appears to be a very seedy business. I would feel safer trying to buy some pot. I found a place last year that tinted windows and made an appointment. I showed up and the waiting room was filled with P Ditty Urban types and gangster looking Hispanics. It looked too much like a prison yard, so I turned around and left.
I did the same thing at another place a few months later. Identical clientele at both places.
Finally I found a nice fellow that said he would do the tinting for me. It should be ready tonight.
I get to take the Beast in to work this morning. The weather is perfect Beast weather.
Several Things are On My Mind
I feel ever so slightly guilty. You see, we are in a very bad dry spell. Not yet officially a drought, but will be if we don’t get some meaningful rain soon.In the city, officials are asking people to cut back on water use. Everyone is starting to talk about how dry it is.
Now for my guilt; I love dry weather. I can leave the Jeep top off, my grass barely grows, I can play golf anytime and the ball travels farther on dry ground. Plus the air is dry. It feels good. The dogs don’t get as dirty, just dusty.
Any day now the summer humidity will arrive and the air will be stifling hot until September. Then we will have thunderstorms and tropical storms and the rain will come.
I might want to go to Bermuda one day. It is right off the coast of North Carolina. What turns me off is every brochure I have ever seen about Bermuda is the men have on Bermuda shorts with high socks. That looks stupid and hot.
I love Reggae music. I listen to the Reggae station on satellite radio all the time. The music is so real and I love the rhythm and beat.
I have always wanted an occasion that I could wear a kilt. Wearing a kilt in the south would be a good way to get your ass beat. I could pull it off maybe at one of the Scottish games they have in the mountains.
I'm A Deadbeat
This morning I was at Home Depot buying some lumber for my RV steps. I went to the contractor’s checkout. I always feel like a tough guy using the contactors area to pay.
I whipped out my credit card and the cashier said, “Sir, it was declined”.
What? Instantly you feel like a deadbeat even though you know the card is in good standing.
I joked and ran it through again.
“Sir, it was declined again”.
People are now in line looking at my deadbeat ass like, move on buddy. I feel like the cashier just told me in front of everyone that I have head lice and gonorrhea.
I paid with my debit card and walked out all ashamed.
I called the card company from the parking lot and they said there had been some strange activity on the card.
“Sir, did you authorize a Wall Street Journal subscription and did you join 4 Seasons wine club?”
“Yes, I drink wine and read the Wall Street Journal.”
“Okay then, I will release the account.”
I whipped out my credit card and the cashier said, “Sir, it was declined”.
What? Instantly you feel like a deadbeat even though you know the card is in good standing.
I joked and ran it through again.
“Sir, it was declined again”.
People are now in line looking at my deadbeat ass like, move on buddy. I feel like the cashier just told me in front of everyone that I have head lice and gonorrhea.
I paid with my debit card and walked out all ashamed.
I called the card company from the parking lot and they said there had been some strange activity on the card.
“Sir, did you authorize a Wall Street Journal subscription and did you join 4 Seasons wine club?”
“Yes, I drink wine and read the Wall Street Journal.”
“Okay then, I will release the account.”
Check It Out Part II
I made some stairs for the RV for my uncle Wendell and my soon to be elderly border collie.
The built in stairs are way too steep. It came with 3 steps for a 30 inch drop. Now we have 5 steps.
The built in stairs are way too steep. It came with 3 steps for a 30 inch drop. Now we have 5 steps.
Check It Out
Check out my Jeep interior! I had the inside sprayed with Herculiner which is like Rino Liner. It makes the interior look better; it’s slip resistant, water proof and should be rust proof.
If I can ever part with this Jeep and leave it in St Croix, it should last longer now under the salt conditions.
I don’t know if this Jeep will ever see St Croix unless I move there.
Mondays
Like most Americans I have Monday off for Memorial Day. But no matter how you disguise it, Mondays always feels like Monday to me. Monday is my least favorite day.
It is an adjustment day and the most serious day of the week. If I’m going to get grouchy, it’s going to be on a Monday.
Maybe I’ll have my head right for tomorrow.
It is an adjustment day and the most serious day of the week. If I’m going to get grouchy, it’s going to be on a Monday.
Maybe I’ll have my head right for tomorrow.
Water Snobs
I never thought this would happen to me. I have turned into a water snob, this, from a guy who grew up drinking from a garden hose in the summer.
It started years ago when we moved to the country. We get our household water from a 350 foot well. All we do is filter the water and remove some of the iron with another filter. The water tastes great. No chorine taste is present.
On a side note, Gigi’s father will not drink this water. He is convinced that since the horses, dogs and squirrels poop outside, and then surely there are poop particles in the well water. I told him once we had installed a shit filter but he didn’t go for it.
Gradually I started drinking cheap bottled water while in the city. I hate the taste of city water now.
Gigi and I began to discern the various tastes of bottled water and have brand preferences. Our favorite is cheap old Sams Club water.
Never did I think that I would start craving premium bottled water but I have. My favorite is S.Pellegrino. I am having a glass now with a lime wedge.
Man I have turned into a fruit ball before my own eyes. I used to make fun of people like me that would pay $1.50 for a quart of water.
Do yourself a favor. The next nice meal, pour a couple of glasses of chilled S.Pellegrino into a big wine glass and add a lime or lemon wedge. It’s fantastic!
It started years ago when we moved to the country. We get our household water from a 350 foot well. All we do is filter the water and remove some of the iron with another filter. The water tastes great. No chorine taste is present.
On a side note, Gigi’s father will not drink this water. He is convinced that since the horses, dogs and squirrels poop outside, and then surely there are poop particles in the well water. I told him once we had installed a shit filter but he didn’t go for it.
Gradually I started drinking cheap bottled water while in the city. I hate the taste of city water now.
Gigi and I began to discern the various tastes of bottled water and have brand preferences. Our favorite is cheap old Sams Club water.
Never did I think that I would start craving premium bottled water but I have. My favorite is S.Pellegrino. I am having a glass now with a lime wedge.
Man I have turned into a fruit ball before my own eyes. I used to make fun of people like me that would pay $1.50 for a quart of water.
Do yourself a favor. The next nice meal, pour a couple of glasses of chilled S.Pellegrino into a big wine glass and add a lime or lemon wedge. It’s fantastic!
You Too?
Admit it; this has happened to you too.
I was driving down in Eastern North Carolina near Rockingham. There are a lot of ornamental stone quarries in this part of the state.
I had to pee like all get out. I pulled over to a tiny restaurant and run to the bathroom. I am standing there trying to do my business but can’t go. I’m reading the little sign about employees should wash their hands and stuff just to relax so I can pee.
I give it one more straining push when suddenly by brain steps in and says, “Dude. You are asleep and this is a dream about peeing. If you continue try to pee you will actually pee, but in the bed which is bad.”
I jumped up and tore off to the bathroom stepping on at least one dog.
Thank goodness my brain has an adult section that over rides regular Reggie sometimes.
I was driving down in Eastern North Carolina near Rockingham. There are a lot of ornamental stone quarries in this part of the state.
I had to pee like all get out. I pulled over to a tiny restaurant and run to the bathroom. I am standing there trying to do my business but can’t go. I’m reading the little sign about employees should wash their hands and stuff just to relax so I can pee.
I give it one more straining push when suddenly by brain steps in and says, “Dude. You are asleep and this is a dream about peeing. If you continue try to pee you will actually pee, but in the bed which is bad.”
I jumped up and tore off to the bathroom stepping on at least one dog.
Thank goodness my brain has an adult section that over rides regular Reggie sometimes.
Reggie’s Rum Runner
I found this cool rum recipe and can’t wait to give it a try. Terri and Michael, takes notes.
Take a cocktail shaker and fill it 3/4 with ice.
Now pour in two parts (ounces) of dark Cruzan rum. Then pour in one part of maple syrup. Then pour in one part fresh lime juice. Shake for 15 seconds and strain the mix into a chilled rocks glass. I think a chilled martini glass would be better personally. Garnish with a lime wedge.
How good would this be? The rum with the maple sweet and the acidity of the lime? I plan to go into the labs today to try this. I have already located a little bottle of Cracker Barrel maple syrup in the cabinet.
Take a cocktail shaker and fill it 3/4 with ice.
Now pour in two parts (ounces) of dark Cruzan rum. Then pour in one part of maple syrup. Then pour in one part fresh lime juice. Shake for 15 seconds and strain the mix into a chilled rocks glass. I think a chilled martini glass would be better personally. Garnish with a lime wedge.
How good would this be? The rum with the maple sweet and the acidity of the lime? I plan to go into the labs today to try this. I have already located a little bottle of Cracker Barrel maple syrup in the cabinet.
Crap, Crap, and Double Crap!
A week ago I took the jeep to get a liner sprayed in the metal interior. The jeep is still there all torn apart. I’m down one vehicle. That’s okay, I have two more.
Today I am having a guy come over and build up a pad for the behemoth camper, so I had to move the camper yesterday afternoon to a friend’s farm.
When I attempted to disengage the camper from my truck, the electric jacks failed to work. I checked fuses and wires but it would work at all. I could manually jack the 13,000 beast and elected not to do so. Now I’m down another vehicle and a camper.
I called Gigi to come over and pick me up. She was already in her PJs getting ready to rest. She had a nerve block yesterday.
Gigi started asking me a million questions about why it wouldn’t work. How the hell should I know? I pushed the button and the hydraulics would com on. Somehow this is my fault?
Now I have one car that I need tomorrow to go to work…its Gigi’s car.
Now if Goober doesn’t finish the drive way today so I can bring my truck and camper home, or Goober II doesn’t finish my Jeep, or if Goober III (me) can’t manually unhook the truck from the camper, then I am going to have to rent a darn car.
Today I am having a guy come over and build up a pad for the behemoth camper, so I had to move the camper yesterday afternoon to a friend’s farm.
When I attempted to disengage the camper from my truck, the electric jacks failed to work. I checked fuses and wires but it would work at all. I could manually jack the 13,000 beast and elected not to do so. Now I’m down another vehicle and a camper.
I called Gigi to come over and pick me up. She was already in her PJs getting ready to rest. She had a nerve block yesterday.
Gigi started asking me a million questions about why it wouldn’t work. How the hell should I know? I pushed the button and the hydraulics would com on. Somehow this is my fault?
Now I have one car that I need tomorrow to go to work…its Gigi’s car.
Now if Goober doesn’t finish the drive way today so I can bring my truck and camper home, or Goober II doesn’t finish my Jeep, or if Goober III (me) can’t manually unhook the truck from the camper, then I am going to have to rent a darn car.
Too Darn Lazy......
Gigi and I are so lazy that sometimes that we call each other on the cell phone rather than getting up and walking to the other room to talk.
We did this last weekend in the RV and we did it again this morning.
How lazy is that?
We did this last weekend in the RV and we did it again this morning.
How lazy is that?
The Bluebird of Happiness Craps Paint
I like bluebirds. Gigi and I have put up bluebird houses to attract them.
We now have at least three nests of baby bluebirds.
Did you know that bluebirds crap white latex paint? We have bluebird crap paint droppings all over our deck now.
I don’t like bluebirds as much now.
We now have at least three nests of baby bluebirds.
Did you know that bluebirds crap white latex paint? We have bluebird crap paint droppings all over our deck now.
I don’t like bluebirds as much now.
Male Mutilation
I realized that whether one is circumcised or not is not a topic to be discussed in polite society. Read no further if topic bothers you.
Does it make since that in the United States that a whole generations of men have had their penises docked like a dog’s tail?
Without any for thought, every little boy gets his God given parts cut off for no reason?
Does anyone even remember what a natural penis is supposed to look like?
It really pisses me off that I was circumcised when I was an infant without my permission. How is it, that society can accept chopping off part of the penis of helpless little baby boy, and no one but me is outraged? I have heard all the arguments for being circumcised.
Instead of being circumcised, I would rather have a permanent tattoo down there that says, “Wash daily using soap and water”.
Now you know how I feel about that.
I can hear Gigi now saying, “I can’t believe you blogged about that. Gross!”
Does it make since that in the United States that a whole generations of men have had their penises docked like a dog’s tail?
Without any for thought, every little boy gets his God given parts cut off for no reason?
Does anyone even remember what a natural penis is supposed to look like?
It really pisses me off that I was circumcised when I was an infant without my permission. How is it, that society can accept chopping off part of the penis of helpless little baby boy, and no one but me is outraged? I have heard all the arguments for being circumcised.
Instead of being circumcised, I would rather have a permanent tattoo down there that says, “Wash daily using soap and water”.
Now you know how I feel about that.
I can hear Gigi now saying, “I can’t believe you blogged about that. Gross!”
Out With The Old
I feel kind of wasteful.
Yesterday I got a great deal on a used PC. It is a year old Dell Dimensions 1100 with a 2.77 GHZ chip, 512 memory, a legit copy of Windows XP Business, and a legit copy of Office 2003 business. I paid $75 for it. It is a great PC at a great price.
The reason I feel wasteful is a basically threw out two old functioning PCs that were badly outdated. I bought both back in 1998 when I opened my office. I paid probably $3,500 for the pair. Over the years I updated the memory, operating system and replaced hard drives. I even fixed the cooling fans on both PC.
But finally the old girls just couldn’t keep up. One just ran a web cam and the other was backup storage.
So today I stripped out the hard drives and memory and tossed both boxes in the dumpster.
I remember when PCs were so expensive. I bought my first in 1992 for $2,000. It was a 386 with a 80 MB hard drive and 4 megs of ram. I still have the chip around here somewhere. I took it home and learned how to use it. It had a 1400 cardinal modem that I used to go onto bulletin boards.
I later got Compuserve.
Then I got a used 486 from my SIL for $500. What a deal and what a good PC. I eventually gave that PC to my BIL. He met his current wife on that PC.
I have had a dozen or more PCs since, but I still feel wasteful when I don’t run a PC until it dies.
Oh well.
This $75 PC could have run NASA or NORAD back in 1992.
We are living in good times.
Yesterday I got a great deal on a used PC. It is a year old Dell Dimensions 1100 with a 2.77 GHZ chip, 512 memory, a legit copy of Windows XP Business, and a legit copy of Office 2003 business. I paid $75 for it. It is a great PC at a great price.
The reason I feel wasteful is a basically threw out two old functioning PCs that were badly outdated. I bought both back in 1998 when I opened my office. I paid probably $3,500 for the pair. Over the years I updated the memory, operating system and replaced hard drives. I even fixed the cooling fans on both PC.
But finally the old girls just couldn’t keep up. One just ran a web cam and the other was backup storage.
So today I stripped out the hard drives and memory and tossed both boxes in the dumpster.
I remember when PCs were so expensive. I bought my first in 1992 for $2,000. It was a 386 with a 80 MB hard drive and 4 megs of ram. I still have the chip around here somewhere. I took it home and learned how to use it. It had a 1400 cardinal modem that I used to go onto bulletin boards.
I later got Compuserve.
Then I got a used 486 from my SIL for $500. What a deal and what a good PC. I eventually gave that PC to my BIL. He met his current wife on that PC.
I have had a dozen or more PCs since, but I still feel wasteful when I don’t run a PC until it dies.
Oh well.
This $75 PC could have run NASA or NORAD back in 1992.
We are living in good times.
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