A few months back I told of my neighbor that was battling cancer. Tuesday morning at 2:00 am, he lost the fight. He left this world for another, hopefully better.
As far as I know, he leaves a wife, two sons, and a little granddaughter that my daughter and granddaughter spend countless hours playing with.
He lived his life as a preacher, and did all of the business that job comes with. He lived his life as a good man, and passed on as such. I wish him peace.
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Anyone who knows me in the "real" world knows of my disdain for cell phones. I don't like them at all. Hell, I leave my home to keep assholes from bothering me on the phone, why would I carry a phone with me in my pocket? But now, they have what I call "stealth phones".
My first encounter with one of these things was last year at Wally World(Wal-Mart). I was looking over some cd's, and the lady standing beside me just started talking like someone else was standing there! I looked at her, and thought "well, she's gone 'round the bend!" It was only later that my wife pointed out that people now wear tiny head-sets that clip onto their ear! The lady beside me had her's hidden by her hair.
I see more of these things here lately. Everyone seems to be wearing them. Even in restaraunts, while they are eating! I draw the line at that. My wife knows better than to have her telephone on when we are dining out. I just won't stand for it.
Look folks, the phone on your hip isn't impressing anyone, do you think that wearing a head-set will fix the problem? And don't even get me started on those damn iPods!
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Just to update everyone, we went to my oldest daughter's house for Thanksgiving Dinner last Thursday. Of course, as usual, I was swamped by the two grandchildren. For some reason, to them, I seem larger than life.
Now, understand, please, that I am not bragging(well, maybe a little), as the children pay no attention to anyone else when I am near. I find this strange, as everyone loves them equally, just like me. My own daughter told me Sunday that the children mind me better than her or their dad. I am mystified by this, as I treat them no differently than anyone else.
I am more lenient with the kids than anyone else is. It would stand to reason that they would try to get away with MORE with me...but that isn't the case. Oh well, one can go completely bonkers trying to figure out small children and women...go figure.
Sunday morning I was awakened by severe pain in my ribs on the right side. This is the site of an old injury in which I pulled both lower ribs away from the cartilagenous material that holds them to your sternum years ago. I also managed to snap the nerves that go along with the ribs. A side effect of this is that when the nerves are irritated, you spend a while in the bathroom puking like you have been on a two day drunk.
So, on Sunday morning, at 5:00 am, I was "worshiping" the "porcelain goddess" for awhile. I was sick off and on all Sunday. This is a fairly common thing for me. The injury has never healed, so I live with the constant pain of it. It's no wonder that I am a little nuts...
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Some of my readers(minions) and friends know me far too well. As a person who uses the "f" word as both a noun and a verb, I can attest to the "flexibility" of this word(pun intended).
One of my friends sent me something that I will share with you, the reader. If you thought I knew how to use this word, then you were mostly correct. I have since learned so much more than I thought I knew!! Now, this link contains examples of the "f" word, If you can't handle it, then DO NOT click on it.
If, however, you are open to becoming more "enlightened" to the multitude of uses for this, the most fascinating of words, then, by all means, click on the link.
http://www.fasthumor.com/images/FUCK.swf
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Having taken care of the other business today, I looked at the headlines and saw something that caught my eye. The American release of the Playstation 3 was marked by long lines, and even violence, with one person being shot. It seems that a couple of idiots got the idea that since the new system costs about six hundred dollars that people camped outside of the stores would be loaded with cash. They weren't disappointed. But one fool valued his money over his life, and, even staring down the barrell of a gun, refused to give up the money. Big mistake, as he was shot. No further word on how this idiot was doing.
Folks, if you are staring down the barrell of a gun, give the person your money. Most triggers take LESS than four pounds of pressure to be pulled. I wouldn't bet my life on the idea that the person wouldn't apply that much pressure just to take my money.
Now, about the new Playstation. I have several playstation ones, and playstation 2's. I have never stood, or camped out to get a new system, never. The main reasons are simply that it WILL come down in price later, and the first run of the systems ALWAYS have bugs in them, and function incorrectly. I wait untill the second run comes out. Another added benefit to waiting? The games usually drop in price, too! So, I win all around!
I may get a playstation 3, but it will be LATER than SOONER!!
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This morning I was reminded to do something special. Now, I was gently reminded, by a person I may or may not know. To that person I say thank you. Now then, on to the special thing...
As of Thursday, November 16, a very good, and close friend of mine has remained smoke free for exactly three years! Take a bow, Ms. Jean. You know that I and my family love ya! Now, to the casual reader here, you may wonder why all the fuss? Well, I am only three weeks behind Ms. Jean.
As all of you know about the site that I helped start, Ms. Jean was the other person helping with that deal. There were others, and believe me, I love them just the same, but Ms. Jean was the FIRST to respond to me when I signed on to the company's old site. I am keeping things for Ms. Jean that no one knows about, and would be shocked if these things were brought to light. Not bad things, but good things, lively things, things that confirm just WHY I like this person.
Ms. Jean has put a lot of effort into quitting smoking, and I admire her for it, and even understand it. Having smoked for thirty years or more, I know just how much she struggled with quitting. But we carried on the struggle together. Along with a few others who have since fallen by the way-side.
But, with us two, and Alece, Sally, and some others whose names fail me at this time, we managed to get through it all. The cravings, the sweating, wanting to rip out the walls in our houses, all of it. I used to spend hours at my pc to keep from wanting to smoke. I guess you could say that finding Ms. Jean also helped me to learn about computers.
Now don't get me wrong, there were plenty of other people along the way, and the web site is HUGE now. But Ms. Jean is one of the originals, and she cannot go without recognition. She wouldn't want all of the attention, I know how she is. I am the egomaniac, not Ms. Jean. We love her all the same. Good Luck, Jean, and may good fortune smile upon you for many long years to come.
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I got a call from one of my real dad's sisters this weekend. It seems that my dad has gotten a little better, and is even on a week-long hunt with one of his friends. I am glad to hear that he is getting around some. I never need question his toughness, for I am borne of the same stuff as he.
This sister pleaded with me to come and see my dad. I sort of shined her on, so as not to hurt her feelings. I sort of want to see him, but I am undecided about all of it. What would I possibly say to him? Would we "catch up" on over forty years of my life? Of his life? It is all too daunting for me. But, there is another reason, a purely selfish one at that.
When I went to Missouri to identify my mother's body, I had to fight the urge to stay. I would have stayed right then. I would have given up all my ties here at "home", to be there. There was never any question as to when. I was ready right then and there! I cannot go back at this time, I would never return here. Never.
Is it a call to my destiny, or a simple longing to be back where it all started? Can one really never return home? Can one never go back as we are told all our lives? I can't buy that. When I went to Missouri for my mother, the moment I climbed out of my brother's truck, I was connected; I belonged there. I still do.
Could I leave my home, my wife, kids, and my very life here? In a heartbeat. Why? I have never felt like I belonged anywhere in my life. I belong in the mountains of Missouri. Like a fish belongs in water. I can't shake this feeling. If I go, I go with a Ryder truck packed with my possessions, never to return here, never to return to this life. Only to carry on a new life, or, to continue the life that started over forty years ago, in a land that accepts me without question. A land that makes me feel whole, and complete. The land of my birth, my beginning, and my end.
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A couple of years ago I needed a brace for my knee. Nothing too serious, just something to help ease the pain, and to give it a little support. I found a medical supply shop nearby, and purchased the needed item.
Now, the price of this item was $25.00, not too bad, I thought. As I went to pay for the item, the lady at the counter(also the owner of the store) asked if I had medic-aid, or medicare. Since I am disabled, I have medicare. When she was informed of this, she saked for my card, and said it could be filed on medicare.
Well, trying to save a buck or two, I gave her my card. Imagine my surprise when, about two months later, I recieved a letter from medicare stating that they had just paid OVER $100.00 for a knee brace that I purchased!!!! Now, WHY would they pay more than four times what the price originally was for said item?
When I called the store, the owner stated that everything in the store was tagged with a number. When billing medicare, medicaid, insurance, or whatever, the price was regulated by the sticker on the item. I then informed the owner that what she was doing amounted to fraud, and that I would most certainly notify the medicare office.
The owner then stated that since I was "such a nice guy", she would reduce the charges to the original $25.00. Nice guy indeed. I still contacted the medicare billing office. I recieved a letter later on stating that NOTHING would be done to resolve this situation, ie, charging the store owner with fraud. I couldn't believe it!
I have since found out that this shit goes on all over the place! The places that sell medical products for home usage are constantly ripping off the medicare people, and insurance companies! It is rampant, and very common. These people think nothing of charging four, five, even up to ten times what something is worth! Hospitals are no better. My wife's brother spent a year in the hospital, and they were charging him seven dollars for a single Tylenol! It's ridculous! And the people who are getting ripped off don't even question it!
This has to stop! Why do you think so many Americans can't afford insurance? It is directly because of this flat out FRAUD! Questions, comments, abusive remarks? You know where to find me!!!!
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I recently recieved something from a friend. It was an Email. I read it with a smile slowly creeping across my face. You see, it just goes so well with my "article" about lowering our standards a few months back. As always, if the article offends you, piss off. I'm sure you can find a home in some other country. And, as always, the opinions of the blogger are his own, and NOT those of AOL or any of it's affilliates. So if you don't like it, then you should blame me, no one else.
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I be White
>> Proud To Be White
>> Someone finally said it.
>> How many are actually paying attention to this?
>> There are African Americans, Mexican Americans,
>> Asian Americans, Arab Americans, Native Americans, etc.
>> And then there are just Americans.
>> You pass me on the street and sneer in my direction.
>> You Call me "White boy," "Cracker," "Honkey,"
>> "Whitey," "Caveman" ... And that's OK.
>> But when I call you, Nigger, Kike, Towel head, Sand-nigger,
>> Camel Jockey, Beaner, Gook, or Chink ... You call me a
>>racist.
>> You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you,
>> So why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live?
>> You have the United Negro College Fund. You have Martin
>>Luther King
>> Day. You have Black History Month. You have Cesar Chavez
>>Day. You
>> Have Yom Hashoah You have Ma'uled Al-Nabi You have the
>>NAACP.
>> You have BET.
>> If we had WET (White Entertainment Television) ... We'd be
>>racists.
>> If we had a White Pride Day . You would call us racists.
>> If we had White History Month .. We'd be racists.
>> If we had any organization for only whites to "advance" OUR
>>lives,
>> We'd be racists.
>> We have a Hispanic Chamber of Commerce, a Black Chamber of
>> Commerce, and then we just have the plain Chamber of
>>Commerce.
>> Wonder who pays for that?
>> If we had a college fund that only gave white students
>>scholarships
>> . You know we'd be racists. There are over 60 openly
>>proclaimed
>> Black Colleges in the US , yet if there were "White
>>colleges" .
>> THAT would be a racist college.
>> In the Million Man March, you believed that you were
>>marching
>> For your race and rights.
>> If we marched for our race and rights, you would call us
>>racists.
>> You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and orange, and
>>you're
>> Not afraid to announce it. But when we announce our white
>>pride
>> You call us racists.
>> You rob us, car jack us, and shoot at us. But, when a white
>>police officer
>> Shoots a black gang member or beats up a black drug-dealer
>>running
>> From the law and posing a threat to society . You call him a racist.
>> I am proud. But, you call me a racist.
>> Why is it that only whites can be racists?
