tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7354723842709515062024-02-07T19:10:04.136-08:00Its just me again!Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-91032208594732032892017-08-24T15:44:00.002-07:002017-08-24T15:44:49.103-07:00Ouch!<span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: x-small;">Dear Friends,<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
My wife Renee is fond of saying that my last words on<br />
<br />
this earth will be something akin to, "hey y'all, hold<br />
<br />
my beer and remote, watch this!" Well, I have outdone myself once<br />
<br />
again. No doubt you will see this true story chronicled in a LifeTime<br />
<br />
movie in the near future. Here goes.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Last weekend I spied something at Larry's Pistol and<br />
<br />
Pawn that tickled my fancy. (Note: Keep in mind that my "fancy" is<br />
<br />
easily tickled). I bought something really cool for Renee. The <br />
<br />
occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little <br />
<br />
something extra for my sweet girl. What I came across was a <br />
<br />
100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer gun with a clip. For those of <br />
<br />
you who are not familiar with this product, it is a less-than-lethal <br />
<br />
stun gun with two metal prongs designed to incapacitate an assailant<br />
<br />
with a shock of high-voltage, low amperage electricity while you flee<br />
<br />
to safety. The effects are supposed to be short lived, with no <br />
<br />
long-term adverse affect on your assailant, but allowing you adequate<br />
<br />
time to retreat to safety. You simply jab the prongs into your 250 lb. tattooed assailant, push the button, and it will render him a<br />
<br />
slobbering, goggle-eyed, muscle-twitching, whimpering, pencil-neck<br />
<br />
geek. If you've never seen one of these things in action, then you're<br />
<br />
truly missing out--way too cool!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Long story short, I bought the device and brought it<br />
<br />
home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn<br />
<br />
thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was so<br />
<br />
disappointed. Upon reading the directions (we don't<br />
<br />
need no stinkin' directions), I found much to my<br />
<br />
chagrin that this particular model would not create an<br />
<br />
arc between the prongs. How disappointing! I do love<br />
<br />
fire for effect. I learned that if I pushed the<br />
<br />
button, however, and pressed it against a metal<br />
<br />
surface that I'd get the blue arc of electricity<br />
<br />
darting back and forth between the prongs that I was<br />
<br />
so looking forward to. I did so. Awesome!!! Sparks, a<br />
<br />
blue arc of electricity, and a loud pop!!!<br />
<br />
Yipeeeeee . . I'm easily amused, just for your<br />
<br />
information, but I have yet to explain to Renee what<br />
<br />
that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking<br />
<br />
to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only<br />
<br />
two triple-a batteries, etc., etc. There I sat in my recliner, my cat<br />
<br />
Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul), reading the <br />
<br />
directions (that would be me, not Gracie) and thinking that I really<br />
<br />
needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood target. I must admit <br />
<br />
I thought about zapping Gracie for a fraction of a second and thought <br />
<br />
better of it. She is such a sweet kitty, after all. But, if I was<br />
<br />
going to give this thing to Renee to protect herself against a mugger, <br />
<br />
I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I<br />
<br />
wrong? Was I wrong to think that? Seemed reasonable to me at the time.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top<br />
<br />
with my reading glasses perched delicately on the<br />
<br />
bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, Tazer<br />
<br />
in the other. The directions said that a one-second<br />
<br />
burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a<br />
<br />
two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms<br />
<br />
and a loss of bodily control; a three-second burst<br />
<br />
would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground<br />
<br />
like a fish out of water. All the while I'm looking at<br />
<br />
this little device (measuring about 5" long, less than<br />
<br />
3/4 inch wide, pretty cute really, andloaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries).<br />
<br />
Thinking to myself, "no friggin' way!" Friggin'way--trust me, but I'm getting ahead of myself.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
What happened next is almost beyond description, but<br />
<br />
I'll do my best. Those of you who know me well have<br />
<br />
got a pretty good idea of what followed. I'msitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head<br />
<br />
cocked to one side as if to say, "don't do it, buddy,"<br />
<br />
reasoning that a one-second burst from such a<br />
<br />
tiny lil' ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad (sound, rational<br />
<br />
thinking under the circumstances, wouldn't you agree?). I decided to <br />
<br />
give myself a one-second burst just for the hell of it. (Note: You<br />
<br />
know, a bad decision is like hindsight--always better than twenty-twenty. It is so obvious that it was a bad decision after the fact, even though it seemed so right at the time. Don't ya hate that?)<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the<br />
<br />
button, and HOLY **************! DAaaaauuuuuuMN!!! I'm<br />
<br />
pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through the<br />
<br />
front door, picked me up out of that recliner, then<br />
<br />
body slammed me on the carpet over and over again. I<br />
<br />
vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal<br />
<br />
position, nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be<br />
<br />
found, soaking wet, with my left arm tucked under my<br />
<br />
body in the oddest position. Gracie was standing over<br />
<br />
me making meowing sounds I had never heard before,<br />
<br />
licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do<br />
<br />
it again, do it again!" (Note: If you ever feel<br />
<br />
compelled to mug yourself with a Tazer, one note of<br />
<br />
caution. There is no such thing as a one-second burst<br />
<br />
when you zap yourself. You're not going to let go of<br />
<br />
that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent<br />
<br />
thrashing about on the floor. Then, if you're lucky, you won't<br />
<br />
dislodge one of the prongs 1/4" deep in your thigh like yours truly.)<br />
<br />
SON-OF-A-***** that hurt! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as <br />
<br />
time was a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (what<br />
<br />
little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My reading<br />
<br />
glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get there??? <br />
<br />
My triceps, right thigh, and both titties were still twitching. My face <br />
<br />
felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, as my bottom lip weighed <br />
<br />
88 lbs. give or take an ounce or two, I'm pretty sure.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
By the way, has anyone seen my testicles? I think they<br />
<br />
ran away. I'm offering a reward. They're round, rather<br />
<br />
large, kinda hairy, and handsome if I must say so<br />
<br />
myself. Miss 'em . . . sure would like to get 'em back.<br />
</span><br /></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br />Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-47329863687466341522013-12-13T21:16:00.001-08:002013-12-13T21:16:23.230-08:00<dir>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: medium;">Just to be Home for Christmas<br />
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<br />
I been followin’ that same bright star for three nights in a row,<br />
That there moon’s been just a sliver of light, while them stars give off a warm glow.<br />
<br />
I done my travelin’ cross this injun country under the cover of night,<br />
Hopin’ not to attract ‘em none and just to keep outta sight.<br />
<br />
That big one up there ahead of me has helped me stay on track,<br />
She’s showed me straight ‘n true, while I just clung to this horse’s back.<br />
<br />
If I can just keep movin’ cross this "staked plain," I‘ll be home inside a week,<br />
‘N I’ll get to see my family one’st more on the banks of that Sweetwater Creek.<br />
<br />
That old soddy I had built for her must be ‘bout ready to fall,<br />
I been gone almost a year, I had heard my country’s call.<br />
<br />
I’ll be danged if I don t seem to recall a story my Ma used to tell,<br />
‘Bout a gal way off in a foreign land who weren’t doin’ too well.<br />
<br />
She didn’t find much more that a soddy when she come into town that day,<br />
She was just lookin’ to have her baby right there in that stable’s hay.<br />
<br />
‘N how the sky was lit by a big bright star ‘n how some people gathered ‘round,<br />
To bring her babe a gift or two as if it was a "king" they’d found.<br />
<br />
I think perhaps that young mother must be smilin’ down on me,<br />
‘Cause I think that star seems brighter that it has a right to be.<br />
<br />
This scruffy top of an old pine tree ain’t made the trip too good,<br />
But it ought to thrill them younguns even if it ain’t much more than firewood.<br />
<br />
It seems I should give a thank ya’ for the blessin’s I have had, <br />
‘N ask forgiveness for all the grief I give my Mom ‘n Dad.<br />
<br />
I ain t got much myself that you could say would make me rich,<br />
Just this ol’ cayoose who can rub his rump when he has an itch.<br />
<br />
I know I ain’t no wise man, I wear no crown like I was king,<br />
Just this ol’ worn out Stetson that don’t seem to mean a thing.<br />
<br />
‘Cept I have filled it with cool water to give my horse a drink,<br />
‘N worn it low when rainin’ ‘n for them it works good, I think.<br />
<br />
But I figure my biggest blessin’ is the one that star’s guidin’ me to,<br />
That ol’ dirt floor soddy with my family to name a few.<br />
<br />
If I can just make it home by Christmas Eve, I’ll be plum full of joy,<br />
Just to throw these here arms around their Ma ‘n then each little boy.<br />
<br />
‘N to remember long ago ‘n far away, a lonely, frightened mother,<br />
Who gave the world a baby boy who just asked us to love one another.<br />
<br />
So as the snow is gettin’ deeper, I’ll just keep followin’ that same bright star,<br />
‘N ask that it just warm that homestead, till I can get to where they are.<br />
</span><br /></span><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Edwardian Script ITC; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Edwardian Script ITC; font-size: x-large;">Robert Lea Lovejoy</span></span><br />
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</span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"></span>Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-65553583681949048622013-08-14T11:41:00.000-07:002013-08-14T11:41:31.061-07:00<span style="font-size: large;">Well with old Ben gone I ain't had much desire to do this anymore but his passing has left me with time on my hands so maybe I'll give it a try again. Drove by his place a few months back and someone has bought it and moved right on in. Got to say I miss him and his place. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Enough of that...welcomed another grandkid into the fold not too long ago. Well, I say not too long ago but his mom sent video of him taking off on his own and walking right across the floor so its been a while. Got a name he'll have to grow into, it's Duke. Been teaching him hat(since I always wear one) and nose(since one's on my face and his) and he'll get the hang of that too before too much longer. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Switched to Uverse for my tv, internet and land line. Can't say the experience has been swell since they took two weeks to get it done, but its done now and everything works at least. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Tried visiting the National Archives to do a little genealogy this week. My wife had a great something or other lady they called squaw woman because she was supposed to be Cherokee but can't find anything on her parents or siblings or anything except her name and relationship and her husband and kids names. Born in 1875 and married in 1890(that's 15 if you're keeping score). So if anyone has more expertise in this regard drop me a line, could use the help.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Well I guess this has been easier than pulling hen's teeth so I'll cut her loose for this time. Ya'll be good now ya'hear!</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Windybob</span>Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-46828007998129720432012-05-31T21:38:00.002-07:002012-05-31T21:38:44.336-07:00A little giggle<div class="ecxyiv1518423866MsoNormal">
<span style="color: #c00000; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">We have the standard 6 ft. fence in the backyard, and a few months ago, I heard about burglaries increasing dramatically in the entire city.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /><br /><span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">To make sure this never happened to me, I got an electric fence and ran a single wire along the top of the fence.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /><br /><span>Actually, I got the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had, made for 26 miles of fence. I then used an 8 ft. long ground rod, and drove it</span> <span>7.5 feet into the ground. The ground rod is the key, with the more you have in the ground, the better the fence works.</span><br /><br /><span>One day I'm mowing the back yard with my cheapo Wal-Mart 6 hp big wheel push mower.</span><br /><br /><span>The hot wire is broken and laying out in the yard. I knew for a fact that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the mower around the wire</span><br /><span>and reached down to grab it, to throw it out of the way.<span> </span>It seems as</span><br /><span>though I hadn't remembered to unplug it after all!!!</span><br /><br /><span><span> </span>Now I'm standing there, I've got the running lawnmower in my right hand and the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Keep in mind the charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a picture of an upside-down cow on fire on the cover.</span><br /><br /><span><span> </span> Time stood still. </span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">The first thing I notice is my pecker</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"> <span>trying to climb up the front side of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the lawnmower ignition firing in the backside of my brain.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Every time that Briggs & Stratton rolled over, I could feel the spark in my head. I was literally at one with the engine.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /><br /><span>It seems as though the fence charger and the piece of shit lawnmower were fighting over who would control my electrical impulses.</span><br /><br /><span>Science says you cannot crap, pee, and vomit at the same time.</span><br /><span>I beg to differ!!!!</span><br /><br /><span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels emptied 3 different times in less than half of a second.<span> </span>It was a Matrix kind of bowel movement, where time is creeping along and you're all leaned back and BAM BAM BAM you just crap your pants 3 times. It seemed like there were minutes in between but in reality it was so close together it was like exhaust</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"> <span>pulses from a big block Chevy turning 8 grand.</span><br /><br /><span>At this point I'm about 30 minutes (maybe 2 seconds) into holding onto the fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so I can't let go..... I grew up on a farm so I know all about electric fences.... but Dad always had those crappy chargers made by International or whoever that were like 9 volts and just kinda tickled.</span><br /><br /><span>This one I could not let go of. The 8 foot long ground rod is now accepting signals from me through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river bottom soil. At this point I'm thinking I'm going to have to just man up and take it, until the lawnmower runs out of gas. 'Damn!’, I think, as I remember I just filled the tank!!!!!!</span><br /><br /><span>Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled into a loping run pattern as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam in it.</span><br /><br /><span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Covered in poop, pee, and with my vomit on my chest I think 'Oh God please die ..... Pleeeeaze die'. But nooooo, it settles into the rough lumpy cam idle nicely and remains there, like a big bore roller cam EFI motor waiting for the go command from its owner's right foot.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /><br /><span>So here I am in the middle of July, 104 degrees, 80% humidity, standing in my own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not take me that day.... he left me there covered in my own fluids to writhe in the misery my own stupidity had created.</span><br /><br /><span>I honestly don't know how I got loose from the wire ....I woke up laying on the ground hours later. The lawnmower was beside me, out of gas.</span><br /><span>It was later on in the day and I was sunburned.</span><br /><br /><span>There were two large dead grass spots where I had been standing, and then another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while I was on the ground still holding on to it. I assume I finally had a seizure and in the resulting thrashing had somehow let go of the wire.</span><br /><br /><span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a few</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /><span>things:</span><br /><br /><span>1 - Three of the fillings in my teeth have melted.</span><br /><br /><span>2 - I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek (not the left, just the right).</span><br /><br /><span>3 - Poop, pee, and vomit when all mixed together, do not smell as bad as you might think.</span><br /><br /><span>4 - My left eye will not open.</span><br /><br /><span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">5 - My right eye will not close.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /><br /><span>6 - The lawnmower runs like a sumbitch now. Seriously! I think our little session cleared out some carbon fouling or something, because it was better than new after that.</span><br /><br /><span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c00000; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">7 - My nuts are still smaller than average yet they are almost a foot long.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /><br /><span></span></span></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #c00000; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">8 - I can turn on the TV in the game room by farting while thinking of the</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br /><span>number 4 (still don't understand this???).</span><br /><br /><span>That day changed my life. I now have a new found respect for things. I appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple check to make sure the fence is unplugged before I mow.</span><br /><br /><span>The good news, is that if a burglar does try to come over the fence, I can clearly visualize what my security system will do to him, and <u>THAT</u> gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over, which also reminds me to triple check before I mow.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c00000; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Windy</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c00000; font-family: Comic Sans MS;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span>Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-27459249684440717992012-05-19T00:32:00.001-07:002012-05-19T00:32:34.048-07:00After 2AM and still awake<span style="font-size: large;">Okay so what do you do when you've been up since 3AM yesterday and its now after 2AM and your still awake? Went for a drive from midnight till 1:30...ain't helped. Just can't seem to lay in bed. Its a little nerve wracking to say the least. Just ain't happening. Tried a little bit of everything, hoping something would work. So if I nod off half way through this you'll know something must have worked. Eyes burn, head swims, really would like some sleep. Maybe I want it too much. Sex used to do it. Damn, I really am getting old! I've read, watched TV, even tried some warm milk...that sucked! I'm just pacing the floors. Tried making myself busy with some things to get my mind off it. Fixed the rack in the bathroom that had screws turning loose from the wall. Tried working in the garage...that was gonna be more chore than I wanted. What, just go ahead and stay up? Thought about that. What dire things can happen from lack of sleep? Kinda gettin' tired of this. No already tired just not sleeping. Wondered if beer could be the answer. Ain't really done much of that since I got out of the service, didn't care much for the hangovers. Oh well, I'll let you know what happens. Might pass on any words of wisdom that could help this situation, course you probably won't be answering until sometime tomorrow and that ain't gonna help me now. But thanks anyway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Windy</span>Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-61963939305495510492012-04-16T07:11:00.000-07:002012-04-16T07:11:12.861-07:00Wow...2 in 1 day<span lang="EN"> <span style="font-size: large;">Second Life</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well, I guess I died that night. The night that she did. And the split second after, I guess I started my second life. Couldn’t call it living though, more like just existing. Wasn’t really looking forward to having much of a life without her. Didn’t care about much anymore. I had promised to take care of her kids. They were all but grown and not really looking for Dad’s help much anymore. None too sure I was going to have much to look forward to. Not morbid, just fact. Couldn’t see me in that dating mode again. Too much water under the bridge, too many memories. I was caught in that whirlpool of self-pity and spiraling down toward depression. Next stop... Well, wasn’t real sure about that either. Had figured, if she could, she’d save me a good place for my rocking chair on a great big veranda somewhere. Was looking forward to that. Knew what lay ahead that way, just had trouble focusing my bifocals. I have always heard about second chances. Someone, somewhere who had made a mistake or two was to get a new beginning, slate rubbed clean, new watercolors to paint their canvas of life. I never made those mistakes, I didn’t think, so I didn’t need, want or deserve a second chance. I was happy with the first one. She was always there when I woke in the mornings and always there beside me when we killed the lights at night. Not a bad plan if you asked me. But... now that could be a big word (and some I’ve seen have been), she was my Goldilocks and the three bears, juuuust right. She prodded when I needed a push, she cradled me when the tears came and she always helped me see the light. Well, you get the picture. I could sing her praises from now till Doomsday but maybe I’ll just keep them under my breath lest this get a tad too mushy. Oh yeah, my second life. Where do I get to say Geronimo and pull my ripcord? Lord, save me from having to deal with a second life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">New hubby is a nice kid and seems like he is ready to take good care of her. She's gonna need that 'cause she is pregnant. And then the big reveal. The carving of the cake was to be the revelation of the gender for this new life, pink if a girl and blue if a boy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well, looks like another stinkin' boy to me! But we'll love the little twerp all the same. That'll be 6 grandsons and 1 granddaughter. Man! Found out from his dad that they have a little Indian blood in their history, Choctaw. It oughta go well with her mother's bloodline, it's Cherokee. Wish them a long and happy life together, as a rapidly expanding family.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Windy</span>Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-12080016331412604052012-04-08T16:09:00.000-07:002012-04-08T16:09:10.739-07:00Projects, projects, projects<span style="font-size: large;">Yeah, that's right DAD can you help me out with one more thing? Soft touch me I had four girls I tried to teach how to mechanic and carpenter and fixit but sometimes it took sometimes it didn't...sooo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Dad...get the picture. Speaking of pictures this one is of a little project for my youngest who is gettin' hitched next weekend. The game she wanted was called "connect four" but she wanted it ginormous...4 feet by 4 feet to be exact. With a little help we managed to concoct the thing with a few things shy of perfection (measure twice, cut once). But it functions and that was half the battle and it kept me occupied so I wouldn't complain about all my aches and pains. Old age ain't for sissies! Anyway here 'tis.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Of course I lost the first game! Can't really tell the color differences so I'll help...light blue, light green. Daughters and her future husbands initials were added to help with ID's. That'll work.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Wish them two luck on their future together. Baby's due in Sept.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Windy</span>Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-60624025839983519672012-04-07T09:08:00.000-07:002012-04-07T09:08:02.149-07:00Just rememberin'<span style="font-size: large;">Started out this morning remembering a time not too long ago when the kids and their hubbies were a lot younger and without kids. Man they look like babies. Now I got 6, 5 boys and one girl and one on the way. I'm aging fast I tell ya'. Have already outlived my Dad, he was 64. And I also had the thought that I have lived longer without my wife than I had with her, just 32 years. WOW! Anyway this heres a pic to me and the youngsters dressed up down at the stockyards in Fort Worth. Rough looking bunch huh?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then in my browsing I found this little ditty. Now don't laugh too hard you might strain somethin'.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Surrounded by this passel of women is it any wonder that I spent a lot of time out in the garage or doing yard work or just anything to get out of the house on occasion. Oh well, I loved 'em all and even the grandkids they gave me. Youngest is gettin' hitched next weekend, ought to be another memory, she's even letting me sing!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Windy</span>Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-7241087784825643112012-02-28T11:26:00.000-08:002012-02-28T11:26:00.236-08:00Uh-oh!<span style="font-size: large;">Well I dood it! Yep ain't had a car payment for a couple of months and danged if I didn't go get one...what, just couldn't stand not having one...who the hell knows. Okay the real story, my mother cracked a head on hers and was dumping oil into her radiator so it was over heating really bad and cousins were looking for her a replacement but then I came up with an idea. Why not give her my paid off one and get me another monthly payment. Great Idea! Well nobody ever accused me of being real smart! Anyway this is what I got.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Like it, like it a lot, guess I better now I gotta pay for it but at least it was cheaper a month than my last one! And mama has something to run to the store and her water exercise class. Kinda wonder at 92 how much longer she is gonna drive, could get interesting huh?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Neighbor said why didn't ya' get a red one, I said this was as close as I could get!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Oh well she took care of me for a while, guess its payback time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Windy</span><br />Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-49171684891905535342012-02-19T07:55:00.000-08:002012-02-19T07:55:29.337-08:00Family News<span style="font-size: large;">Yep, we are increasing. We had a brunch a while back and the youngest daughter laid some unexpected news on us. She's pregnant and due in September. My first question, "well when are you getting married?" April 14 was decided on. That's gonna be 7 grandkids in 4 years. Guess they finally figured it out over at those baby factories. That's okay with me...I can spoil 'em and send 'em home! Was kinda just hopin' to stick around long enough that they remember me. Wow, I must be gettin' old!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In other news...<strong>I'm still mowing the danged grass.</strong> Guess I'll get to mow year round this year. Well at least I won't have to pay the yard guys. This new mower will be paid off in a bit and it really cuts down on the time I'm mowing (no pun intended). Met a guy who had a zero turn mower like mine and 3 and a half acres to do. Said the riding mower took 3 hours. New one cut it in 52 minutes! Wow now that's mowing! Hang on boy, this'un will be a wild ride. I bought the mulching attachment for mine so it don't spit out nothing to have to rake up. Works pretty good. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This here is the youngest cowpoke in the family, Everett, I bought him that hat, his mama made him wear those red boots. He looks the part for the Stock Show.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well, this appears to be all the damage I can do on this occasion so I'll just mosey on.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Windy</span>Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-89141647349329750252012-01-13T15:23:00.000-08:002012-01-13T15:23:54.876-08:00Still mowing in January!<span style="font-size: large;">Well here we are in January of a brand new year...and I'm still mowing the grass! This is crazy, dangedest thing I ever see'd. Made a little video, hope it loads and you can just see that I really needed to mow. Man I like this new mower, got it for no finance charges for 36 months and should have it paid off way before then. Crazy! Took my mother north to see her older sisters yesterday. Mary Nell, 99, Dudley, 95 and my mother Pat 91. There's some longevity there somewhat. Heard a story of Ben's mother that ran off with one of my uncles when they were supposed to be somewhere else! Scandolous!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well I guess we're having a big family get together for "brunch" tomorrow, I guess I can eat anytime there's food! I think there's some exciting news to come out of this family affair. I'll be in touch when I learn something.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Windy</span>Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-50637498342115208072011-12-17T05:33:00.000-08:002011-12-17T05:33:34.867-08:00New munchkin<span style="font-size: large;">Well a new little munchkin popped into the world yesterday at 1:28pm. Weighed in at 6lb. 12oz. and 18 1/2 inches. We called him Number Three since they haven't decided on a name for the little dickens and he has 2 older brothers. This one never made the transition to head down position or even head up or breech like his brother, he settled in at the transverse position and never moved off it, that's crossways, head on one side, butt on tother. This gives me 6 grandkids in the last 4 years, 5 boys and one girl. I wonder if they've figured out what causes that? Believe me it ain't in the water! One of the few products that don't come with a manual! Oh well, Mama seemed to know. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Windy</span>Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-45589686846115407462011-12-16T08:20:00.000-08:002011-12-16T08:20:49.915-08:00Bad work situations<span style="font-size: large;">Reading Ben's Blog I decided that it had triggered a memory of the worst job I ever had...and it was the same place Ben had worked in the past. The place was called Burris Mills. It was a flour mill. I knew I was in trouble when I landed in the break room that first day and everyone was sitting around picking their noses! The bad part was by the end of the day, so was I. My eye started to hurt and when I picked at it, out of the corner of my eye came a long strand of white junk that actually hurt as it came out. Eye felt a lot better after. Then I remembered building kites in my youth out of paper bags/sacks and using water and flour as a glue to hold them together. Hey, we entertained ourselves cheaply back then. Anyway after a while I discovered that the dust in these places can flash into a fire real easily and lots of mills had them in the past. The next thing of note were the regularly scheduled shutdowns for fumigation! We taped all the opennings closed with plastic and went about spraying some sort of poison into and on everything. Yep, flour too. It was some sort of Bromide concoction. Gas masks were issued and blood tests required afterwards. Was interesting. But getting back to the work week. We worked a month on days, a month of swing shift and a month on graves. Just about the time you acclimatized to one you were off to another. Really stinks! But I quit to go back to school and get my degree so I guess it all worked out in the end. That poison must not have affected the gonads, had 4 darling daughters out of the deal. Well, to be honest Mama had 4 darling daughters, I just hung around the outside.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Windy</span>Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-7873022826306547232011-12-08T11:07:00.001-08:002011-12-08T11:12:30.532-08:00And for the season, perhaps a giggle or a smile<span lang="EN"> How The Angel Got To Be<br />
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This here story answers that age old question, “How did that angel git on top of the Christmas tree?”<br />
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Santa was settin’ there in front of the fireplace, laid out in the Lazy Boy with his feet up. Suddenly he woke up and glanced at his watch. It was ‘leven thirty! It was Christmas Eve and he had to be outta there by twelve or he wouldn’t git all the toys delivered in time!<br />
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He jumped up and run to the back room. He tore through the closet lookin’ fer his red suit. He shook the moth balls outta the sleeve and slipped into the britches. He heard a great big Rip! He backed up to the mirror and sure enuf, he’d tore the seat right outta them britches. He glanced at his watch and it was 25 ‘til twelve. So he skinnied off them britches and run ‘em down to the little tailor elves and said, “Boys, sew this back up!” They did.<br />
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Santa come in and throwed on his coat ‘n’ hunted around in the closet fer his boots. He couldn’t find ‘em, so he hollered, “Hey Maw, where’s my boots at?” <br />
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She hollered back, “They’re out on the back porch where you left ‘em when ya’ come in last Christmas!”<br />
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Sure enuf, he run out on the back porch they’d built on the trailer house and there they were. He had pulled ‘em off wet last year and they’d dried out and the toes had curled up some, but he stuffed his feet down in ‘em and dadgum it the heel didn’t fall off the left boot! Santa glanced at his watch. It was 20 ‘til twelve! He ripped them boots off and took ‘em down to the little cobbler elves and said, “Boys, hammer this back on!” And they did.<br />
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Santa slipped on his boots and run into the house, grabbed his coat and took out across the yard to hook up the sleigh. The yard light had burned out and somebody had left the snow plow parked in the driveway. He hit that sucker at a dead run ‘n’ went head over heels landing with a big war whoop which spooked the reindeer ‘n’ they went over the top rail ‘n’ out in the bean field! Santa glanced at his watch. It was a quarter ‘til twelve!<br />
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The little cowboy elves saddled up and brought the reindeer into the barn, put ‘em in the hitch and hooked ‘em up to the sleigh. Santa jumped up into the buckboard seat, cracked the whip ‘n’ the reindeer took off, but Santa just sat there! The tugs had broke on the harness! Santa glanced at his watch. It was 10 ‘til twelve.<br />
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Santa said “Boys, gather up them reindeer and I’ll fix the harness.” Then he hooked the team back up, leaped in the sleigh and slid on down in front of the house. Just as they pulled up to the house one of the runners fell off the sled! Santa glanced at his watch! It was 5 ‘til twelve!<br />
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They welded the runner back on and Santa run in the house. He grabbed that big bag of toys, slung it up over his shoulder and … Yep, you guessed it. The bottom tore outta that bag and toys went everywhere! <br />
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Santa was down on his hands and knees scramblin’ around stuffin’ them toys in a Safeway sack, when a little angel come flyin’ in the door with a Christmas tree over his shoulder and said “Hey Santa, where do you want me to put this?"<br />
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Windy</span>Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-62698590019662055402011-12-02T21:07:00.001-08:002011-12-02T21:23:42.418-08:00Good Story Came to Mind<span style="font-size: large;">Well reading Ben's blog about car wrecks and surviving them reminded me of a story a guy I used to work with at Lockheed told of an accident he had. He drove a open top Jeep and was exiting off I35 at Hattie Street I believe. Back several years ago the off ramp ran up to a stop sign and bridge overpass with a steep embankment back down to I35. Well just as he pulled to a stop at the top a car coming from his right jumped the curb and barreled right towards him. He braced himself and this thing creamed him broadside then pushed him across the road and into the curb rolling the jeep down the embankment. He said he must have rolled 5 or 6 times before coming to a halt upside back down on the shoulder of I35. He said this whole trip of recent occurence had rattled him pretty good so he was having a little trouble unscrambling his brain to decide what to do next. Thats when his savior arrived in a big black Cadillac and the lady got out and walked up to the jeep reached in and unbuckled his seat belt then when gravity brought him to a halt once again this lady dragged him out of the vehicle and to a safe distance...then rolled him over and stole his wallet. Said he never did see her face. Just goes to show ya' when your down on your luck theres always someone who'll offer to kick ya'</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Windy</span>Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-42051362364372132772011-10-24T14:07:00.000-07:002011-10-24T14:07:53.796-07:00Out of the mouths of babes<span style="font-size: large;">My niece, sister's kid, had a kinda nice story to tell on her little one, Cole, he's five. Seems as they was getting ready for bed and had done their prayers he said, "Mama, I think I want to go to Heaven and see God." She was floored for a minute and when she had once again gathered composure she replied, "Yes sweetheart, we all want to go to Heaven and see God some day." He paused then came back with, "how about Thursday?" As Tennessee Ernie used to say, "Bless their little pea picking hearts."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Every once in a while they can come up with some gems! Hope I'm around long enough to hear some more, which reminds me of a story.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Two old boys grew up playing softball together. They played through school, they played in college, they got married and played co-ed softball. They played softball right up until the senior league, then one feel ill and the other went to visit him in the hospital. He asked, "Well you gonna pull through this?" and the other answered "don't know, guess time will tell." "Well if you don't, you gotta promise me you'll come back and tell me if there's any good softball games in Heaven." "Okay, I promise." Sure enough the gentleman didn't make it and a couple of nights later a filmy apparition settled down on the foot of the other guy's bed. "Joe, is that you?" "Well of course it is, I promised I'd come back."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"So tell me, are there any good softball games in Heaven?" "Well, I've got some good news and some bad news." What's the good news?" "There's great softball games in Heaven. We play seven days a week with a double header on Saturday and a night game on Sunday. All the umps wear glasses and call a great game and the crowds really cheer us on." "Wow, that's great, what's the bad news?" "You're pitchin' Thursday."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Windy</span><br />Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-37647287313533718352011-10-20T11:06:00.000-07:002011-10-20T11:06:15.818-07:00Lawn mowing?<span style="font-size: large;">Well...bought that new lawnmower a while ago (first of spring). Mowed twice...everything died, haven't mowed since. We got some rain and I'll be danged if the yard greened right up! Hard to believe. So I broke out the mower and mowed...for the third time this year. Wow! Then I weed eated and edged and didn't take that long. Then I notice some big old tree growing in my bushes so I figured I'd do some trimming while I was at it. Did too. But...half way through that 4 inch across tree my battery died. Recharged I charged into it again. Dang that tree was one dense sucker and wet too. I was huffing and puffing so I decided to take a little break. Been a hour now and I ain't made it back out there. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Can you say "Procrastination!" But I'll be danged if its gonna win! Just ain't figured out just when I'll claim victory. Did discover them danged bushes claimed first blood. Back of my hand looked like raw hamburger. The older you get the easier you bleed and then don't know how it happened. Who was it that said "old age ain't for sissies"?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Windy</span>Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-24058266816640686132011-10-06T08:51:00.000-07:002011-10-06T08:52:00.663-07:00Dang, you mean I was right?<span style="font-size: large;">Well...my oldest daughter passed a compliment on to me the other night at dinner. She said her bosses attorney had been having a conversation with some high level muckatee muck in the finance world and had some advice that had proved I wasn't a danged nut after all. She said the concensus was that I was right and this fellow agreed...the best investments in this trying time was...(wait for it)... guns and gold! Holy cow, been doing that for a while and didn't know I was a financial genius.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yep, got started when I found a place that sold U.S. government issued military firearms and I bought the gun (or one like it) that my Dad carried in WW2, an M1 Garand. The one Patton called the finest battle implement ever made. This one was made by the Springfield Armory. Loved it so much I decided on a second one by a different manufacturer. This next one was made by the Harrington and Richardson (H and R) people. Both shoot extremely well for being 60 some odd years old. Then these same people started offering the M1 carbine for sale and I got hooked. Final talley was 6 from different manufacturers. First was from Inland, a division of General Motors. Next was made by Underwood, Elliot, Fisher, the typewriter company. Then came one from Winchester (had a bow and arrow carved into it). Next one from a place called Quality Hardware out of Chicago. Then the most rare (fewest made) one made by Rockola, (yep, the jukebox company). And lastly to honor my Dad who worked for the Post Office for 30 years I got one built by the National Postal Meter company. They all still shoot well and I keep 'em cleaned and polished military style. And that's just a few of my investments. But I'm proud of every one. We'll talk about the gold later!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Windy</span>Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-15852917049151860922011-09-12T07:42:00.000-07:002011-09-12T07:45:11.257-07:00Grey matter is important!<span style="font-size: large;">I have been suffering from a rare malady that I knew nothing about until the first time it reared its ugly head and slapped me down a peg or two. The technical name is BPPV short for Benign Proxysmal Positional Vertigo. It makes the room spin around. Well, I've got it again. Its caused (supposedly) by a piece of calcium breaking loose in the inner ear and floating around causing all kinds of hell. There is no remedy for the stuff but some head twisting exercize to try and lodge the calcium back into place somewhere. I will say that motorcycle riding and the world spinning around are not a good combination. But I am confident in knowing that it will subside and leave me waiting for the next time it occurs. Thank goodness there was about a year since the last time. It ain't funny, but I'll survive I hope. Also survived the expedition into the wild with 7 kids 4 years and under up Oklahoma way. We just thought we were wearing them out...it was us that wore out. One youngster got sick and went home with parents early Sunday. The rest of us decided that we needed a day of rest before heading off to work again on Tuesday so we cut our trip short and came home Sunday afternoon. It was still enjoyable, just tiring. All rested now and looking forward to the next time.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Windy</span>Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-46164533659620202212011-09-01T11:23:00.000-07:002011-09-01T11:23:48.661-07:00How you fixed for wildfires?<span style="font-size: large;">Well, me and the kids and the grandkids are due a little trip with the motorhome up Oklahoma way...then I saw that they have as many wildfires as Texas does so I tried to find out the locations of those fires, since some were along I35 and thats the route we're taking. Nothing...not one detailed map showing where they were...lots of jawing about them but no real info. We're headed to what used to be the smallest national park in the United States (Platt National) until they changed the name to pay tribute to the Indians they bought the land from, now its called Chickasaw National Recreation Area. Ever heard of hydrogen sulfide (you would certainly know it if you had, its the rotten egg smell)? This park was built in the '30's by the WPA and the CCC camps. Small but beautiful. Hope the weather and wildfires let us enjoy Labor Day weekend. Lots of grandkids to take fishin' and swimmin'.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Well ya'll be good out there,</span><br />
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</span>Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-12513454608972876882011-07-18T09:02:00.000-07:002011-07-18T09:02:18.976-07:00Surprise, surprise!<span style="font-size: large;">Well we celebrated a birthday for the youngest grandson yesterday (he's one) and all was going well till the last "gift" to be unwrapped. It was Tshirts for her boys from their mama and emblazoned on them was a surprise announcement, "I'm going to be a big brother". Yep another grandson is on the way. She said this was as big a surprise to her as it was to us. She had been having some pain in her side and decided to go to the doctor Monday to see about it and when the doctor came back in after some tests she announced that daughter was pregnant again. Daughter said that can't be. Last time she had to have fertility drugs for months just to get pregnant. And she didn't know? Nope, 4 months along and she didn't know. Youngster is due just before Christmas, and its another boy. Man, I had nothing but girls and they all have nothing but boys. Guess the good Lord knew what He was doing and gave me what I could handle! Thanks Lord!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Windy</span>Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-28040879470939561042011-07-14T07:53:00.000-07:002011-07-14T07:53:09.293-07:00Fixin' things...not fixin' to fix things<span style="font-size: large;">Well I trotted off to the "john" this morning to take care of business and while I was enthroned on the "porcelain throne" my locked bathroom door swung open. Well that was much to my surprise as you might guess. Set about to render that problem not a problem anymore. Got out the old cordless drill/screwdriver (with the new lithium ion batteries, ni cads have a memory, lithium don't that means if you use it for 5 minutes then recharge them, they only remember the 5 minutes and so thats all the charge they will hold and I got danged tired of running out of juice only 5 minutes into a job) anyway remembered a little trick my dad had taught me years ago (thanks Dad) about taking off the hinge and stuffing a piece of cardboard behind it to raise the catch to catch the striker plate again. Did that...it didn't work as well as I had remembered. So pulled the striker plate and carved some more room lower down for a recess and redrilled the holes and reinstalled the plate. That worked! Now that danged ghost is just gonna have to walk through that door if he wants to come in and spy on me in the john!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">All for now,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Windy</span>Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-54537334530111198392011-07-07T18:05:00.000-07:002011-07-07T18:05:11.678-07:00Giving up the ghost<span style="font-size: large;">Well my dear old mother is not ready to settle down just yet. I say that in regard to her car. When she had it inspected several months ago the man passed it but said that she had oil in her radiator water. Oops! Sure enough my cousins checked it out and replaced the head gasket...but in the process of flushing the system they discovered, not surprisingly...oil in her radiator...again. In checking with Saturn who are no longer in business, they found a service bulletin with info about a persistent crack in the block of most engines. (Maybe thats why they went out of business) She bought the car in 1996...the service bulletin came out in 1997. A little late for warranty work...THEY'RE OUT OF BUSINESS. Well at 91 she still wants to be independent and I say great, go to it Mom. Just kinda wonder how much longer she's gonna need to drive or can. Oh well, the boys are looking for her something to replace hers. Gotta love her!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Bye,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Windy</span>Windy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-735472384270951506.post-21537509893553341842011-07-06T11:18:00.000-07:002011-07-06T11:18:45.964-07:004th of JulyWell the 4th of July has come and gone out with a bang (he-he) and I have survived the hot weather so far with all my faculties still around. Has to be a thought with the way old age seems to be creeping up on me. This heat is beginning to bug me a little, saps the energy right out of you, unless you stay indoors with the air conditioning running full blast. Gonna hate to see that next electric bill I'm thinking. Could be worse, could have it go out like my sister did this past week. Offered to let her stay in the motorhome in my driveway, at least I had it wired to run the A/C from my plug in the garage, but she said they rigged it to work till they could swap it out for her. They told her she might as well change out the heater coils while they were at it, she was already gonna have to pay 4500 in the dollar department! What's a few more dollars when you get into that range? Guess I am thankful for the little things in life after all. My how I do go on.<br />
Later,<br />
WindyWindy Bobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11261193487078510533noreply@blogger.com1