I finally got paid tonight (direct deposit rules!!!) and so this will be the last “money saving” post, at least for a while
This picture is a couple of years old. It was taken just north of Hackberry and just south of Valentine.
This is where Dad grew up.
It’s tough to see in this picture, even at full size, but there’s a stone hous to the right of that barn on the left. It’s over by that hill. That was Dad’s childhood home.
To get here, you go north on Route 66 about an hour from Kingman, AZ. Cindy and I had set off on a weekend road trip to the Grand Canyon caverns and this just happened to be on the way. Mom heard where we were going and Dad gave directions about where to look.
I really don’t think I had it all that bad in San Diego, but there seems to have been a whole lot more freedom back then. Heck, Dad was left alone to run the place for a few weeks when he was only nine. Kids rode their horses with a rifle in the saddle scabbard and all of them carried pocket knives. Both of those were true for schools and there were no massacres.
I’m glad Dad grew up on a ranch in rural northern Arizona. It was one of the reasons I turned out the way I did – able to think for myself. If he’d have been a Kalifornia kid (I’m the only one of those in my family), I’d probably be even more screwed up in the head than I already am
I just thought I’d try to share something I think is really cool about my family history
Take care, y’all
The embedded video below can only be described as 19 seconds of AWESOME!!!
From the YouTube description:
Yes, that’s four blocks of people telling Obama to shove his healthcare proposal… Well, just use your imagination as to where they’d like him to shove it and which specialty would be needed to retrieve it
The people are waking up
One of my co-workers who also happens to be a great guy has entered the world of blogging I’ll stick with his screen name while writing about him – he goes by Digitarii. While he describes many of my ideas as “apocalyptic” and wears a concerned look any time I say “I’ve been thinking…” I have to say he really has his stuff together. He is a Veteran of the United States Armed Forces, a top-notch tech, and hey, I’m still in one piece
Yes, this is what we deal with on a daily basis. I don’t want to ruin the ending for you, but this case (like many) was caused by something completely out of our comany’s control. That’s right – the customer goofed up here.
I’ve added Pernicious Critters to my blogroll and my subscription list – you might want to do likewise
Welcome to the blogging world Digitarii
I found this over at The Club for Growth. How this can be considered Constitutional, fair, or even American is beyond me.
I’ve had enough conversations around the patio at work to know that some people will tell me to shut up and enjoy my lower taxes. Sorry, I don’t do that. I believe in speaking up when I see something wrong. It’s cost me friends and even my job in the past. I don’t care. It’s a matter of principle, honor, and character.
No doubt you’ve heard that bit about an evil force coming first for the Jews, then the Christians etc. and the speaker didn’t speak up because he wasn’t part of those groups. Then the evil came for him, but there was nobody to help because everyone else had been taken. You know what I’m talking about, right? Same thing here.
They’ll go after the “rich” first and then just change the definition. I’m not OK with it.
I’d like to say I won’t laugh when they come for those “useful idiots” who would tell me to shut up and enjoy my lower taxes. But I’d be lying. I’ll just remind them about how they didn’t mind it when someone else they’d called “rich” in the past had been taken to the cleaners while I laugh ’til I cry.
Is that wrong? Maybe. Will I still fight it and call it out as the evil it is even then? You bet.
I also have to point out that this trend is why I will never work hard enough to be truly monetarily wealthy. It just ain’t worth the heartache.
Hat tip to the Club for Growth
I don’t know if y’all heard about PayPal suspending Soldiers’ Angels fundraising account, but they did it. And do you know why? Because they were collecting donations towards a gun raffle at the Gun Blogger Rondezvous which went to Soldiers’ Angels Valour IT computer purchase program.
Let me make this clear. The Gun Blogger Rondezvous is raffling off a gun with the proceeds going to a charity organization (Soldiers’ Angels) that buys voice operated laptops for wounded veterans. Soldiers’ Angels were collecting some of the money via PayPal. Guns are verboten when it comes to Ebay and PayPal, but they’re good friends with Soldiers’ Angels. You’d think they might try to contact them, maybe turn off the offending donation link, or something like that, right?
Nope, they shut down the whole Soldiers’ Angels account
From the Castle Argghhh! we read:
So what did I do about it? Simple – I closed my accounts at PayPal and Ebay. PayPal is owned by Ebay after all. I even told them exactly why in their little “what did we do wrong” type of box at the end.
I’ve got one other little image for Ebay and PayPal:
That’s right – you’ll never get any of my cash ever again. Not a single freaking worthless cent of it. I sincerely would love to tell you to go self fornicate on the freeway. I know I’m usually a bit classier than that, but this deserves a solid telling off. Sadly, I try to keep this blog PG-13. Most of the time. I know – I’ll encode it in ROT13
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Urer’f ubcvat lbh tb bhg bs ohfvarff fbba!
Bapr ntnva, urer’f n ovt SHPX LBH sbe jung lbh’ir qbar.
Good riddance to bad rubbish
And Just Why Does This Never Happen to Me?????
I showed this to one of my co-workers who asked why I’d want such an item – after all, I don’t have a bazooka. I asked him how long he thought it would take me to find one to use. His response? Good point
Now if I could only find something neat out here in Nevada…
I’ve had a taste of the liveaboard and “boat scum” lifestyle and culture. And somehow that became a part of me. It’s something I really miss. Staying over so many nights on Adrienne’s sailboat with the gentle bobbing, the sound of the surf in the distance, and the smell of the cool salt air – it really does get into your blood.
Yes, it is true that a boat is merely a hole in the water into which money is thrown. Somehow, I really can’t bring myself to actually care about that. I just keep thinking about how $40,000 or so would buy one big ticket to freedom…
Even if you don’t take the boat out very often, there’s still the tangible possibility of literally sailing off into the sunset at the drop of a hat. OK, maybe not quite – gotta have supplies and all – but the possibility is real nonetheless.
I don’t want all that much. No 350 foot megayacht. No, I just want something between 40 and 50 feet that can be sailed solo to whereever I choose to point the bow.
I figure a good way to cap this post off would be with a Jimmy Buffett concert The song is “Son of a Son of a Sailor” and not only is it a staple at the concerts, but it’s been one of my true favorites for years now
Fair seas and following winds everyone
Yes, I’m delving back into the archives for today’s pictures. I’m just a bit uninspired the past few days. OK, I’m a bit broke, too, so I’m trying to save money by not driving too much. Thank God I get paid Friday
As you can guess, that’s yours truly on the left and Mom on the right. And that’s Sifrona in the middle
Sifrona’s one of the very few people from high school who I’m still in touch with. Yes, we had some pretty darn good times and we may have raised a bit of hell back then – we did the teenage thing right and came out just fine on the other side
We never really worked out as a romantic item, but we’re still great friends. This seems to happen more often than not with me for some reason – the friends for life in the end thing. And I think that’s a good thing no matter how you look at it
This picture was taken about 13 years ago which is kind of shocking for me to think about. That was the last time we got together – she came out to San Diego from the east coast to visit for a week. We did have a helluva time – Magic Mountain, Hollywood, movies… Good times…
Keep ahold of good people and good friends – they’re priceless and part of what makes life so great
Take care, everyone
It’s true, I really can cook If I have directions
I finally fired up the Hamilton Beach “George Foreman” style grill and cooked rather than going to a fast food joint I really should’ve done this a long time ago. The food is better even if it isn’t necessarily cheaper – Taco Bell is cheap especially when you hit up their value menu.
So what was dinner? You’re looking at grilled mahi mahi and spanish rice I’ve had the mahi mahi in the freezer for quite a while, but it really keeps well since it’s individually vacuum packed – thank you Costco!!! The spanish rice (I only ate half of what I cooked tonight) came from the $1.00 aisle at Wal Mart, but it was really good, too. Mahi mahi has to be one of my all-time favourite fish steaks, but I also like salmon and ahi tuna as well
No, you won’t see all the meals I cook, but I just had to post this one to prove I can do it
Eat hearty and have fun
So what did I do today? I went to work, stayed awake, came home, and took a nap. I did manage to get one (I think) reasonably acceptable picture
Too bad that rain didn’t make it down here.
Have a better day tomorrow, everyone
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