Giving money and
power to government is like giving whiskey and car keys to teenage
boys. - P.J. O'Rourke
Good morning Drivelers and Shovelers. Yep, another round of snow in eastern Iowa. Looks like we have 5 inches or more at this point and the snow is still falling. I really feel blessed to be here to write my Tuesday blog. I was certain that I would have fallen off of the fiscal cliff last Friday. Has anyone been “Sequestered” yet? I thought that was what they did to jurors while they deliberated the fate of the accused. Honestly, I wasn't worried. The truth of the matter was that all of the bluster was over the cutting of 2% from the already approved INCREASED spending for the next 10 years. Not really a cut in my book. It is perplexing trying to understand why these nimrods in Washington cannot or will not solve our countries problems. It really is almost treasonous for them to sacrifice the well-being of its citizens for their political agendas. Don't get me wrong here; I have a good dose of irritation to all Dems and Repubs as well as the Executive Branch. It really seems to me that no one within the Washington beltway gives a flying cr*p about our country.
Thank you for putting up with my opening rant. Haven't had one in a while. I will give Kudos to Prozac.
Yesterday, I had the favor of visiting my local VA Outpatient Clinic. Always a highlight for me. Routine blood test. I just hate these fasting blood tests. Contrary to most non-federal doctor offices, the VA schedules you for your fasting blood test. The earliest I could get was 8:30 am. I don't have problems at nighttime but in the morning when I rise, I expect that my body will get some caffeine, nourishment and such. At 8:30 I am starving to death. Oh, I didn't get right in; it was closer to 9:00 am. At this point I want them to stick me, get their samples and get me out of there. But no, with my stomach growling, the gal misses the vein not once but twice. She called Bubba over to give it a try. Now if you have ever had them miss a vein, you know that it is not exactly a pleasant experience. Bubba comes over, chit chat, and then searches for the elusive vein. Ah, he says, right there. In it goes but not without a little last second redirection. He gets what is needed and out I go. I head directly to the IHOP. Kate, the waitress takes my order, which was simple. I will take one of everything. Ah, my stomach stops growling and begins to purr. Sitting there eating by myself I remember thinking that IHOP was a restaurant specializing in rabbit. We didn't have them in Iowa at the time so what did I know. When we did get one, I avoided it initially because I don't like rabbit. I was surprised to find out that it was an acronym.
Excuse me a minute. I had the TV turned onto a news program. I just can't put up with the idiots that are making the news anymore. I am turning on my 60's tunes to calm down. Ah, there we go, Smokey Robinson. Now I am chillin'.
Did you notice in the paper that JC Penney's yearlong low pricing strategy is over? Yes, they “supposedly” reduced their prices so they had low prices everyday. As such they did not have any sales specials. The experiment is over. It failed miserably. I believe they posted their largest losses in the history of the company. You can start looking for weekly JCP sales flyers I guess.
Kinnick has been staying with us this week. He has been a good puppy but has some quirks like any dog I guess. Usually he sleeps in my bed but the last couple of nights he has chosen to sleep on the couch in the living room. If I understood him correctly, it's something to do with snoring. The lab language doesn't really have a word for snoring but I think that was the point of what he said. He has a rawhide bone that he engages with every once in a while. Evidently, this bone has done something to him because he grabs it and tosses it all over the house. He barks at it too. He treats it like a hot potato for a while then gets down to serious chewing. Maybe there are demons.
The other day, my current wife, Sue presented me with her glasses with the comment that she would appreciate my fixing them for her. She indeed needed some fixing since the lens was out of one side. To her credit, she had all the parts. I pull out my handy dandy baby screw drivers. With her holding a magnifying glass, I deftly reattached the lens and re-screwed the screw. It is a 2 person job for sure. Have you tried doing this yourself? It is impossible. These screws are so small a magnet can't find them. The USDA allows large bone bits in their hotdogs and other processed meats. You would think that people in the business of treating our eyesight problems would be a little more sensitive to our limitations wouldn't you? I mean really, at the very least, use some thread locking solution that will not allow the screws to ever become loose in the first place. Is there anyone, anywhere with a modicum of common sense? Good Grief?
I had better sign off for today. Either I got too much French Roast or the Prozac is losing its calming effect. I am just too agitated to continue. Perhaps next week will be more exciting. Besides, I have to go out and rid our drive way of snow before gym class. Have a great week my friends.
“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.” May the Drivel be with you. TA!
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