Which one?

Well my annual celebration of my birth is coming quickly….too quickly. Hitting one year before death (death being 30) I am harboring mixed feelings. On one hand, as I mentioned, I am about to die. I can’t say that I am particularly pleased with the idea of my life ending as I know it. I mean 30…..that’s when you switch from Ac/DC to a disturbing collection of Michael Bolton and Enya. House socks, those water fall things you buy a Bed, Bath, and Beyond, SHOPPING at Bed, Bath, and Beyond, and those awful multi-colored globe things on the Roman column you put in your “victory” garden……..its all life after death [30].

What makes this just all worse is I have to spend the last year of my life preparing for the after life. Do you know the amount of research it takes to understand the subtle positions of yoga? The correct berry combinations of yogurt? Finding a good colon doctor?!?! I mean there is not a freaking book that says “30 and your dead, here is the how to guide”! So my last year ……

The one good news is that with the IRS refund we got this year I am going to buy a telescope for my wife to give to me for my birthday. No, not the Stimulus check. We have to save that one to offset the devaluation of the US dollar due to a massive spending to pay for the stimulus plan without an increase to government income [taxes].

Yeah, sorry, the dilemma for me here is which telescope do I get. Oh, did I ever mention I like looking at stars? K, just did. So which one do I get.

Keep in mind that each is going to require a moon lens, a 2x Barlow (magnification eye piece), and ideally a sun filter lens.

The Star blast has an impressive 300x useful magnification! I can see comet sneeze with that. However it is $100 + more and has a [what I call] a lame base. I am not a big fan of the Dobsonian type base. I prefer a tri-pod in lieu of the base. It would/will be different when I have the house built and a second story deck to plant this monster down on.

The Observer has a 140x useful magnification but comes with a tri-pod, is 100$ cheaper, comes with a bunch of accessories.

Right now I am kind of leaning to the StarBlaster. It will scale to my future needs and knowing my buying habits I will not buy another scope for a long time. However the Observer is perfect for what I am looking for….a scope to share with my son. I have a hard time seeing us trying to lug the monster StarBlaster around the front property. The Observer however is something we can plop down and start gazing.

*sigh*

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It’s Monday

Here I sit, listening to the mono tone voice of one of my planners. She is a sweet person but to listen to her run a meeting for an hour is a sure fire way to put yours truly in to a full blown on drooling sleep.

My life in terms of work….excel sheets. Twenty, Thirty, maybe Forty excel sheets all linked together in a spaghetti of complex mess. Assumptions built upon assumptions built upon even more assumptions all being held accountable to deliver accurate results.

Keys being clacked in the back ground of the conference call I am on.

*Ding* An alert invades my lost thoughts “Your next meeting is in five minutes with so and so of this one group at that place  you meet in Mondays”. *sigh*

No tag backs

I don’t want to be THAT guy. The one that is anti-social and doesn’t want to play in fun little games. Well, actually I am and it normally doesn’t bother me but Monica anticipated it and recently some have given me a few jabs about this. So ok, fine! Six things you didn’t know about me but now you will. May Shiva frown upon you and fruitcake will become your Christmas gift this year. >:-(

  1. I have wanted to write a book (Monica did too but since I am older it means I wanted to first and she is just a poser…..if you have a full sentence can you still use a parentheses?). I even have several manuscripts that I have hidden away in fear they may see the light of day and thus waves of ridicule and pointed laughing in my direction.
  2. I am SCARED of heights. Coming from a fella that finished the Air Force ROTC and has his ground wings….SCARED of heights.
  3. A former huge fan of horror movies…I am now border line schizophrenic thanks to that devil movie “The Grudge”. Cats scare me now…..
  4. Abused child
  5. The first love of my life died in a car wreck three weeks after she told me that she felt the same way about me.
  6. I LOVE Goldfish crackers! They smile until you bite their heads off

So I have to tag six other people, so the rules go. So,

  1. LawDog
  2. AD
  3. Mr. Fixit
  4. Marko
  5. Tamara
  6. Memphis Steve

My wife and I had a great debate the other night about the FLDS people in West Texas. She is pro-whatever is against the FLDS. I know she wants the men to be found guilty and I don’t recall her stance on the mothers or the children. I know she defiantly wants that cult gone.

I am not taking the pro-FLDS side but I did take the pro- due process side as I have in the last FLDS post.

The first point was what boundary’s does that state have when religion is in play?

Her position was that religion can only go as far as one civil rights are not violated. She went on to state that the mothers and children were brain washed into thinking that what they were doing was part of their religion when it actually is not. Thus their rights were violated as they were denied a chance to learn about other religions.

My position is you would have to take to court the entire catholic church, every evangelist, every Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, etc. every religion indoctrinates their children to really only to understand their own religion. Even in my own fairly liberal church we were not educated on anything outside of the bible, period. Now when I got to an age to start exploring other faiths I was able to walk my own path.

A sort of similar argument can ALMOST be said for this cult. However, their [the parents] children are held hostage if they ever try to leave. So there could be a clear contest for violation of civil rights. I’ll have to stand back and let the State Attorney do her work….right, has she taken office yet?

The second point was you could claim everything that a religion calls part of its practice, legal

My wife contested that (according to my argument) someone could claim that killing children is part of their religion.

I objected. First the religion has to have some sort of doctrine. A written testament to moral behavior. Every religion has one….it keeps the people of that faith in control with the religion. You can’t just, on a whim, start tagging all the children in your convent and then claim religious exemption. There has to be a written moral definition and cause for following the moral code…..like worship me or burn forever.

Where in the FLDS bible does it say that the leader of a church has the grace of god to drop his pants and squirrel away at the blond haired boy? So no….religion can not play the faith card and get away with everything

Lastly, (this was one of my points) that this is a clear example of persecution

I admit, what these people have been alleged to have been doing turns my stomach. However, when this story broke several years ago….yes its been that long. I clearly remember that local officials made the statement that they would be watching Warren Jeffs like hawk and bring this compound down. They came through on their promise.

My point was that the catholic church has been doing this exact something (not the polygamy but the kiddy lovin part) for CENTURIES. Their are victims coming forward from these acts as far back as the sixties. When the catholic church story broke it got a week or to of prime time coverage.

With the FLDS people we are going on a month, Dr. Phil is all over this, and I wouldn’t be surprised if a trading card game comes out about this.

The point is that when a Catholic priest spreads the love of god through the anus of little Bobby its brushed under the rug. the FLDS people do it and its prime time TV for lord knows how long.

Why? Cause they are WEIRD! Yeah, they are very weird and I’ll admit that. I cannot relate to them and thus this is interesting. The FLDS people are not like us and for that we hold their morals up to the light of our morals. Some how we become the judge of how they should live their lives.

Its food for thought. Lets hope in the end we, as a society, can help the children in this mess.

Wow! It’s been awhile since I last blogged about JFC…..heh…..that kind of looks like KFC. OK, sorry off topic. JFC, right! It has been awhile….hmmmm…..last September if my little blogger dashboard is correct. Living in the country side shields me from a great deal of the crazies. Never the less, I do have to drive in to the city for work, which leads me to…….

The Jesus Fish Chronicles: Chronicle Six, Soccer mom

April 22nd
6:30 pm (ish)
Blue Mini-Van

On the poor lane of 183 north, before 620. I am heading North on the poor lane to head home to dinner. This, apparently, pissed the crap out of Jesus Fish. A blond haired, what appears to be a small to medium framed woman. Lets say early to mid 30’s and happens to be driving a blue mini-van.

Her expression about being behind me is one of anxiety and the look of trying to give birth to a water buffalo right there in traffic. I apparently was in the wrong! I was in front of her you see and that prevented her from moving through me and into the spot in front of me. Thus further adding to her frustration and complicating her labor pains. IF she could have furrowed her brow any more than she was, it may have also served as a well placed napkin holder.

The true icing on the cake of our Jesus Fish, Blue mini-van driving, my bumper riding, soccer mom is that she was smoking…..in the van…..windows up….with her kids in the car……with a cross hanging down from the rear view mirror. Shalom! Every life is precious right?

Our oblivious Jesus Fish also managed to flippantly almost run another person off the road in her mindless pursuit of self serving behavior. The expression on her face….she couldn’t give a hoot. Horns honking, fingers flying, high-beams flashing, our vaporous and vacant vixen, true victor of vehicular vanity because SHE owns the road and you are just a nuisance to her.

She, my gentle readers, is a Jesus Fish.

The FLDS [Fundamentalist Latter Day Saints] has been in the news a lot down here in the nation state of Texas. The short and skinny is that these folks bought some land out in west Texas and built themselves a rather large commune. Last I heard they have themselves cattle, crops, a water treatment plant, and a Starbucks.

Now as of late they seem to have gotten themselves in a bit of a pickle. The allegations go that church leaders married individuals off as young as 14. Most, if not all, husbands have several wifes. The way the state sees this is that this is statutory rape and some violation of federal marriage law that you can only marry one person?!

Now my thoughts on a 14 year old getting married are not in line with the FLDS. I tend to agree with my wife that you should be at least 25. Not that I am for a law or anything, lord knows we have to many damn laws. But I think as a rule of thumb, you should listen to family when they say “hey stupid, wait till your older”. Now I understand that this is part of their religion and the Constitution of the United States prohibits the state or the federal government from taking action. It is true that the State of Texas is over stepping their constitutional limits.

Further more, the legal consent age in other states ranges from fourteen to eighteen (maybe higher). Which begs the question “With such a large variance in legal consent from state to state…what do we concider a legal age”? In Texas its eighteen years old …. I think.

Second, why is the Federal government in the business of telling us how many wifes we can have? I for one can’t imagine any self-respecting male being able to handle one wife let alone SEVERAL! I think several wifes ranks right along with water boarding! If a fella can handle more than one wife.. I say let’em. Its none of my bees wax what they do and frankly we should stay out of their business.

Now there is an allegation of forced intercourse against the will of the girls [wifes] of the compound. To my little knowledge and second-hand information that comes from friends inside the LDS church, there is no biblical law that authorizes spiritual marriages as described by the FLDS nor the ritual of the spiritual consummation of the forced marriage ceremony. I.e. girly raping.

Also, further allegation state that there is boy lovin’ too! Again not stated in the FLDS lexicon of spiritual proclamation. It seems that this compound may have been setup solely to meet the sexual desires of those few church leaders, as outlined in the allegations.

I think it is unfortunate that the truth may never come to light. And please don’t take this post as the source for news. I am just blogging my thoughts on the FLDS compound in west Texas. Feel free to share your own.

Sallie Mae

Not many of you know this but I am one of those college graduates. I gots me and edsumkation wit a dgree ands evrythang!

As I am part of the population that is “under unprivileged”, basically a white male, I have to pay my own way through college. Meaning, since I don’t have a skin color other than white, I have to secure loans on my own credit and I can pretty much kiss any grant away. I do qualify for some Hispanic loans I think!? Due to my last name being Hispanic but I didn’t even bother. I mean I would walk into the first qualifying interview and I would be crossed off the list pronto, post haste even!

Oh well…..so goes racial inequality. ANYWHO, I did mention that I had to get all my own loans on my own credit. One of those lending companies is Sallie Mae….. the mother f*@king anti-Christ in corporate form.

If you are more than 30 minutes late on a payment you can expect, without fail, a barrage of collection calls EVERY 30 minutes on any of your listed telephones. Such has been the case this weekend EXCEPT that I paid six days early.

Regardless of my EARLY payment, Sallie Mae has taken proactive measures and started collection calls from the 17th until today. My payment is due on the 25th.

Now mind you I answer all my calls and I usually get a recorded greeting “This is an important message, please stay on the phone”. My policy is to hang up! First, I do not recognize the rights of machines to make calls to my person. I consider it an invasion of privacy to have one companies corporate assets call to harass me. Second, if this IS an important phone call…..why delegate it to a machine? Me thinks that this a devaluation of the word “important”. Like when Sallie Mae said I was an important account and then turns around and calls me every thirty minutes to bug the snot out of me for paying early!?!?!

Soooooooo………Today a PERSON from Sallie Mae actually calls me. WOW! They tell me my account is delinquent and that I have to pay.

“Great!” I proclaim! “Now if you could actually check your records and find the last time I paid” I say.

“Well Mr. We-trapped-you-in-an-outrageous-interest-rate. You need to provide us with the records that shows you paid us” he hisses.

“Well, Mr. My-parents-hate-me-and-kicked-me-out-of-the-house-after
-I-told-them-want-to-major-in-liberal-arts I have the e-mail right here and your recor *click*…..”

Sombytch hung up on me!

Here is my new Sallie Mae motto to their customers:

Sallie Mae……we bring a new level on belligerent harassment.

Living Skeletons

I don’t know about you but run way models gross me out. I don’t mean the REI hiking models showing this years “IN” repelling equipment….no I mean the Paris fashion industry kind. The Skeletor Olsen kind of run way models. You know exactly what I am talking about too….don’t even sit there and try to say “Man I totally don’t watch that stuff!”. I know the truth! You, like me, are desperately waiting to see last years throw cover turn into this years glam dress! You get’em Chantecaille! You go girl! Grrrrrrr- moew!

Eh…uh, no what I am here to write about is my love hate feelings towards the fashion industry. Even for a dude that is fashion challenged, I do pay attention of the fashion industry in pure economic terms.

You see models in the fashion industry, through tradition, like to appear slim. And in an aggressive, dear I say, free market competition have gone to extreme measures to be “more slim” than the next girl. This somehow gives some serious wood to the fashion designers as a measure of their models commitment. Now all you hippies out there are jumping up and down with delight screaming “See! We need more government regulation”. Hold on my friendly little granola pounders. Its time to check the other side of the Birkenstock.

The MARKET is now turning. Consumers are now protesting, aka using their supreme vote, and refusing to buy products from designers who use skele…..anorexic models. In hippie terms, this is what us economist talk to you about. That “invisible hand” that “natural correcting action” that “freedom of choice”. You know when I talk to you and say that an industry will boom, then recede, then it will become ultra competitive, consumers will correct market fractures, then market demand will swing back in play to stabilize the market. Crap……did I lose your attention already?

Ok fine. The hippies tuned out and are now trying to develop new ways to solar dry their socks. I just talk to the rest of you then.

You get what I am talking about right? I didn’t mean to throw your thinking off with all these gross pictures. But you get what I am talking about. With the market system, not a bastardized one that we have in the United States, you [the consumer] have all the power in an industry. You may not feel it with power houses like Wal-Mart but you really do.
Consumers alone made such an outcry of disgust that fashion designers are making pledges to only hire”healthy” models. Aka, ones with body fat.

Coming from an industry that is so fickle, self-righteous, pompous, and so indignant to basic moral character when engaged to free enterprise……free choice is an ear-ringing wake up call to the fashion industry. It should also serve as an example how people, not governments, may have a better position to govern the social matters that exist in our time.

You see, this change in the fashion industry wasn’t voluntary. I know, you are scratching your head. This change you see here….it was a pure and simple change the way you operate or go out of business.

Consumers CAN control business WITH OUT laws. All you have to do is simply exercise your CHOICE.

I have a new project….well several new projects. Specifically this one project is called the front walk way project.

The front walk way to my house is been something my wife has been asking me to deal with for awhile. She wants to put up some new solar lights in the area (front walk way) but the soil and the run off from our roof prevents that at the moment.

The run off from the roof, of course, falls and hits my soil pretty hard. I have a rock perimeter that is made up of small stones that is left over from the rain pounding the soil away. Eventually I want to add gutters to the house so I can redirect this rain…..maybe into a dry well?

Second, I live on a hill. Naturally my property slopes. This makes a bit of a problem for my front stairs. Its quite a hefty first step from the ground to the first step. Add in a little soil erosion and this can quickly become a problem.

Enter in a 16′ ( ‘ is foot, ” is inches in case anyone didn’t know) long by 6’ wide raised front walk way. I have cut stone on my property, plenty of soil, the tools to do so, and a little time here and there to make this happen.

What you see here in this picture (right) is me lining up the future lay out of the walk way with some PVC pipe. Just trying to get a feel for what it would look like.

I put up some stakes and mason line to give me a guide to work by during excavation. It kind of helps but I found out yesterday that its not exactly straight. It doesn’t matter to much though. I have to remove all the dirt in the area, remove most of the rocks (keeping the smaller ones), and then get everything wet enough so I can level everything out and then tramp it down.

The purpose of all that is that with dry soil it has all the lumps from digging, holes from removing rocks, and just soil compression. If you get it kind of muddy and then smooth it all out…let it dry for a little bit and then tramp it you get a nice slightly compacted soil that is level.

It helps to not only lay down the retaining stones but it makes putting in a drain cloth super easy AND the paver stones that will go in. Having a nice level and compacted soil is crucial to landscaping like this. Having uneven soil will give you a wavy unappealing path which can also be a trip hazard and could end up cracking your pavers.

I’ll try and remind myself to give you a shot of the tools I am using.

My scribblings

My scribblings……or lack there of as been due to another recent surge of work. It happens.

As of late, I have been putting more focus on my personal network. I’m in the process of cleaning up some rough edges, removing people that don’t belong and can be damaging to my network.

In other news, I did my federal theft summary report last night. I show a hefty return of my own money coming back to me…..that was until my filing got rejected. So now I have to go back and check everything, which is a total pain in the rear end.

I have also been playing this game called Ikariam (www.Ikariam.org). It is mighty addicting for a history nerd like me. It is set in ancient Greece and you have to build your city-empire. This is my kryptonite.  I put a link off to the side of you to go check it out. I live on Iota server and if you plan on signing up just shoot me a message. I’ll try my best to help out.

let’s see…..there is other stuff and I’ll try and make another post during lunch when I can catch a break.

Mouse hands

Well this sucks! I have two computers at work that I use at the same time. So I have double mouse hands! Here is a chain mail I got:

Hello dear friends,

We just want to thank all of you for your educational emails over the past year:

Thanks to you, we no longer open any public bathroom door without using a paper
towel.

We can’t sit down on any hotel bedspread because we can only imagine what may have happened
on it since it was washed.

We have trouble shaking hands with anyone who has been driving because
the number one pastime while driving alone is picking your nose.
(Cell
phone usage may have taken over the #1 spot.)

Eating
a Little Debbie causes us a guilt trip because we can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats we have consumed over the years.

We can’t touch any woman’s purse for fear she once placed it on the floor of a
public bathroom. Yuck!

We send special thanks to whoever sent us the one about poop in
the glue
on envelopes. Now we must use a wet sponge with every
envelope that
needs sealing.

Also
for the same
reason, now we must scrub the top of each can before we open it.

We sent all our savings to a sick girl (Penny
Brown) who
is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th
time.

And now we’re penniless, but that’ll change once we receive
the $15,000
that Bill Gates, Microsoft and AOL are sending us
for participating in their special e-mail program.

We no longer worry
about our souls because we have 363,214 angels looking out for us, and St.
Theresa’s novena has granted our every wish.

We no longer eat at KFC because all their chickens are actually horrible
mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers.

We no longer use cancer-causing deodorant, even though we both smell like water buffaloes
on a hot day.

Thanks
to you, we have learned that our prayers only get answered if we
forward an
email to seven of our friends and make a wish within
five minutes.

Because
of your concern, we can no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet
stains.

We can never buy gasoline unless someone is along to watch the
car so
a serial killer can’t crawl in the back seat when we are pumping
the gas.

We can’t drink Pepsi or Dr Pepper because the people who make
these products
are atheists who refuse to put ‘Under God’ on
their cans.

We don’t use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes
cancer.

And
thanks for letting us know we can’t boil a cup of water in the
microwave anymore
because it will blow up in our face and disfigure us for
life.

We no longer check the coin returns on pay phones because we could be
pricked with
a needle infected with AIDS.

We never go to shopping malls any more, because someone could drug us with a
perfume sample
and rob us.

We refuse all packages from UPS and FedEx
since they are actually Al Qaeda
in disguise.

We no longer shop at Target because they are French
and don’t support our American
troops or the Salvation Army.

We’re afraid to answer the phone because someone could ask us to dial a
number for
which we will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica, Uganda,
Singapore and Uzbekistan.

We won’t buy expensive Neiman
Marcus cookies now because we have their recipe.

Thanks
to you, we’ll never again use any toilet but our own because big
brown African
spiders lurk under the seats to bite our butts and cause instant death.

And
thanks to your great advice, we can’t ever pick up a $5 bill lying in
the parking
lot because some
sex pervert probably put it there and is underneath our car waiting to grab our legs.

We can no longer
drive our cars because we can’t buy gas from certain gas companies!

Now! If you don’t send
this e-mail to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with
diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM this afternoon, and the fleas from 12
camels will infest your armpits and cause you to grow a hairy lump. I know this is true because it actually happened to a friend of my next door
neighbor’s ex-mother-in-law’s second husband’s cousin’s
beautician…

Have a wonderful
day!

Oh, by the
way…..

A German scientist
from Argentina has
discovered after a lengthy study that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mail
with their hand on the mouse.

Don’t
bother taking it off now,
it’s too late!

Dumb man

A guy was sitting quietly reading his paper when his wife walked up behind him and whacked him on the head with a magazine.

‘What was that for?’ he asked. ‘That was for the piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name Laura Lou written on it,’ she replied. “Two weeks ago when I went to the races, Laura Lou was the name of one of the horses I bet on” he explained. ‘Oh honey, I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘I should have known there was a good explanation.’

Three days later he was watching a ball game on TV when she walked up and hit him in the head again, this time with the iron skillet, which knocked him out cold.

When he came to, he asked, ‘What was that for?’

She replied, ‘Your horse called.’

Good thing I have krav tonight to punch out my anxiety.

Pray for me and wish me luck

Happy Easter

Happy Easting and remember Bush wants you to remember the slain solider in Iraq and keep supporting their mission.

“Religion is regarded by the common people as true, by the wise as false, and by the rulers as useful.”

Federal court on Monday is set to hear the 2005 case of a man beaten by three Austin police officers.

Ramon Hernandez was beaten and shocked with a Taser during a September 2005 arrest for leaving the scene of an accident, a charge that was later dismissed. That following March, two of the officers involved were found not guilty of official oppression.

The police down in socialist Austin are pretty brutal…to anyone not white. Its never been a secret and they do so very little to hide it. Oh sure..every once in a while when the ACLU comes in and defends someone they go into a “sensitivity training” class to appease the public and try to cleanse the publics moral conscience of any wrong doing.

But lets face it….the executive thug force of the mayor has wrought with improprieties. Do a google search for the Austin PD. You will find that they are constantly getting sued for wrongful death, police oppression, racial slurs, mistreatment of any not white, and a growing and interesting list of news that will just boggle your mind.

Try and find the video of this event that I linked too. The poor son of a biscuit is hand cuffed, face down in an ant hill. Getting punched by a brutally strong officer of the law, then getting kicked, and tasered 11 times.

Is it really in the police manual that everyone that gets arrested must be unconscious?

Back from vacation

So here I am in my cubical at work, listening to the Avett Brothers, and catching up on 200 or so more e-mails. I’ve been on a week long vacation and everything to leave work for any measurable length of time you get a back log of e-mails.

It was a nice vacation! Monday was St. Patricks day AND my wedding anniversery! My wife, daughter, and my wifes mother all muster up the courage to brave Austin for a few hours. There is one shinning emerald in downtown Austin, The Dog and Duck pub. It is where “they” hold the yearly Irish new year…..er…..Saint Patrick’s day to y’all. Plus Steve and Celeste, good friend and married to each other, meet us down there. It was a load off fun and for some reason the Scottish element came out and decided to join the fun with the bag pipes and skirts. Oh well….everyone is Irish on St. Patties.

Tuesday……pffffffffttttt….really can’t remember what I did

Wednesday…played video games and went to Krav class

Thursday I tried to change the oil and managed to almost strip bald my drain plug

Friday got a call I’ve been waiting for. I’ll tell you about it later down the road if everything pans out.

Saturday started work on the front walk way that the wifey has been asking me to complete for the last…..six or seven months 😛

Sunday I spent in a state of depression as I realized I had to go to work the next day. I did go get to see my wifes mother. Always good to see her. I also got to visit with my grandmother and Aunt and Uncle later on in the day.

My vacation was anything special in terms of some grand adventure but it was nice and I REALLY need a break from work. Even as I type this I wish I had another vacation coming up….

Lord have mercy! I have been busy as all get out as of late. I have way more work than I can do. Not to mention what I am paid. Still, I got to do it so I can pay the bills.

Then you add my Krav Maga classes and the spring yard work and I just don’t have a lot of time. I need to still down and write all these stories I have bouncing around in my head before I go crazy. So I’ll dedicate one night this week to write and then I’ll have some new posts for you folks to read.

Sorry about the lack of updates.

Justice Reform

Now THIS my kind of justice reform!

We just need to add an extra procedure to the criminal justice system. All child sexual preditors are to be walked past the ninth floor balcony…..which will happen to be open and happen to have no one  guarding it.

I would even go so far as to make it a first degree felony for anyone trying to interfere/save a convict trying to “expedite” the process.

HCB Town

HCB Town is growing fast! We now have a bunch of double wides, several paved roads, TWO apartment buildings, and a whole bunch of factories. We just hit 60 people!

Reminder to hit

http://hcb-town.myminicity.com/    <— for people

and

http://hcb-town.myminicity.com/ind  <— for jobs

Now there is John McCain and Ron Paul. The compromiser and the man of principles. Who will the GOP vote for…..a compromiser.

I like to put on a little Norman Greenbaum, crank that puppy up, and cancel my morning meeting with my manager.

Yeah…..I’m easy to make happy.

Pick the month you were born:

January——-I kicked
February——I loved
March——–I karate chopped
April———-I licked
May———-I jumped on
June———-I smelled
July———–I did the Macarena With
August——–I had lunch with
September—-I danced with
October——-I sang to
November—–I yelled at
December—–I ran over

Pick the day (number) you were born on:

1——-a birdbath
2——-a monster
3——-a phone
4——-a fork
5——-a snowman
6——-a gangster
7——-my mobile phone
8——-my dog
9——-my best friends’ boyfriend
10——-my neighbor
11——-my science teacher
12——-a banana
13——-a fireman
14——-a stuffed animal
15——-a goat
16——-a pickle
17——-your mom
18——-a spoon
19—— – a smurf
20——-a baseball bat
21——-a ninja
22——-Chuck Norris
23——-a noodle
24——-a squirrel
25——-a football player
26——-my sister
27——-my brother
28——-an ipod
29——-a surfer
30——-a llama
31——-A homeless guy

Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:

White———because I’m cool like that
Black———because that’s how I roll.
Pink———–because I’m crazy.
Red———–because the voices told me to.
Blue———–because I’m sexy and I do what I want
Green———because I think I need some serious help.
Purple———because I’m AWESOME!
Gray———-because Big Bird said to and he’s my leader.
Yellow——–because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars
Orange——–because my family thinks I’m stupid anyway.
Brown———because I can..
Other———-because I’m a Ninja!
None———-because I can’t control myself!

Now type out the sentence you made

Where is the moral dilemma of a civilized society when dealing with uncivilized people? I was reading about this story of a human monster that tricked a 10 year old girl into his apartment. He then smacked her on the head and smothered her [to death]. He almost cut her head off in some cannibalistic fantasy.

So how do we handle something like this. My first reaction……I would have blown the motherfvcker away with the shotgun. But that got me thinking, is that civilized. Oh I know that people will say what this guy did was monstrous and uncivilized so he should get what he deserved.  But then THAT go me thinking. Is acting like a monster and killing him for killing someone else the right thing to do.

Oh don’t get me wrong! Emotionally I would feel muuuuuuuuuch better! Fo Sho! But in the terms of actually not lowering ourselves to the standard of those that we stand before a trail of the tribe…what do we do? We have the right to life, its right there in our founding documents but do we need to stuff this guy into a cell where he has cable TV, a library, a job punching license plates, and lovin’ from his cell buddy? Do we torture him? Lobotomize him? Or my favorite, stick him in a tub of piranhas?

How do you handle the scourge? Thoughts people, lets here what you have to say.

HCB City

Well we broke a new record yesterday! I think like ten people moved into HCB city! That is an all time record! We have FOUR paved streets, an apartment building thing, and now two nice houses [double wides?]!

Well winter has a real way of turning a buzzing neighborhood into a barren landscape. See we Texans, or Texians depending how old school you want to get, are warm blooded critters. We are accustom to temperatures of 85f to 112f. To have it be 38f outside is a guarantee that the streets will be barren of children playing and the lawn mowers locked in the sheds.

This winder season we have been kind of lucky. We did get breaks of warm weather which was a sure bet that the riding lawn mower would again be a street obstacle again. The only exciting thing was our new trespasser who also doubles as my neighbor. He managed to get the bejesus scared out of him when he was aimlessly (and should I add carelessly) walking around. He apparently forgot where he was and I was very happy to remind him whose property he currently occupied with his physical mass…. with the Browning firmly in my paw. He of course wants to talk about where his property ends and where my begins….survey flags didn’t explain it enough to his liking.

So with the cold weather and crotchety old men wandering about I think I have taken a shining to the idea of building a fence. I would first like to build a stone fence in the front of the property. It connects to the street and the local youngster enjoy a good drag racing. I am not a huge fan of it and I would like the noise to stop. Hence building a stone wall in the front of the property. On the side I am planning a wood fence, mainly due to the easement with the public utility district. Oh I am not worried that they are going to be putting in any new power lines in solid lime stone anytime soon but why risk it. On the back of the property I am going to make a cedar fence. The back part of the property over looks the cliff and the rest of the hill country (remember I live on top of a hill). I have been saving all the straight trunks and thick branches in preparation of building a cedar fence.  So all that goes on the back of the property.

So that is the planning part. As of late I have been clearing the property lines of shrubs, trees, large rocks, small children and the sort. I have mason line running down the property lines and now I am getting to the point where I need to start digging post holes.  So goes being a property owner…..

My minicity

Thank you to everyone that has been clicking on the link (to the right) for my minicity. It’s a cute little game that basically is another ego meter. Per one click per day that you get, it adds a citizen to your city. The Hill Country Blogger City is up to 24 peeps! We even had a paved road now and some sort of apt. building thingy.

So again, thank you for clicking and I hope to get many more clicks from you in the future.  Together we can change the future….change we can believe in…..for the children.

Drinking buddies

As of late I don’t seem to be getting many visitors out to El Rancho De Braco. Moni is always traveling, Toby is always waiting on Elvin, Elvin is waiting to slash the mother dragon with his +4 dragon slayer sword of dragon death, Steve is doing whatever Steve does, Celeste is waiting on Steve, etc. You get the idea!

Well I got a new friend! In fact my new friend is so cool that we instantly became drinking buddies!

Found this little bastard when I almost drank him

Bee blend beer

We packed up the family on Saturday and headed out to the baby shower of my friend Mikela and Brandon. They are having their first child together (Brandon has one from a previous marriage)! So that is going to be fun to wat……I mean good for them.

The baby shower was the house of a friends of Mikela’s. It was off by Slaughter lane I think. For your out of towners like myself, that is in south south Austin.

Wow, I can see that the city is going some tax dollars to that area. Talk about a total refacing of south side! High end strip malls, High end shopping centers, High end office buildings, and High end standard of living. Wonder how that sits with the poor folk that gave tax dollars to only have that turned around to develop their area? Wonder if they think about all that when they pay their property taxes.

Anywho, it was a nice shower and our host was very gracious. She also was very enthusiastic with showing her cleavage. Also which her 18+ old daughter was most happy to  keep the tradition alive. Not that I mind…  🙂

M & B got the average baby swag! Baby bath, poo hankies, poo wipes, diaper back, etc etc. You know, from experience I can say that a big baby shower is such a big help. I think in both cases with my children, it was the baby shower that gave us our first six months worth of supplies that was just a huge help. Maybe when you go to your next baby shower you might want to keep that in mind.

Really, how often to you think about your gift at a baby shower? You get something, most likely, not thinking to hard about. Yeah, some pacifiers or whatnot……but coming from a daddy….when you are standing at the crib at  3:36 am and are frantically looking for one it helps to have all those extra ones.

So here is some closing advice for a baby shower gift for those that want to up show everyone else. Get Two infant BOXES of diapers from Sams. Three BOXES of unscented baby wipes. Three packages of pacifiers. And a round trip airfare for the grandparents to come and baby sit so the parents can rent a hotel for a night to catch up on sleep.

The Krav kick my maga

Woooooo….so I have been holed up at El Rancho De Braco for the last day. I have been exusted, sore all over, and severally dehydrated. No, I don’t have the Flu. I had my first Krav Maga class on Monday and it kick my arse. I want to apologize to all the other practishioners of martial arts….no warm up I have done in martial arts comes close to what I did on Monday.

In the first five minutes of class I was worn out and I had the rest of the hour to go. Running, punching, side glides, punching and running, running and punching, running and kicking, sit ups, push ups, fighting, levitating…. I mean this was non-stop high effort for an entire hour. I think I fought just as hard to keep my eye from rolling back into my head than I did to punch that g-d d-mn bag.

But now that it is over…..I LOVE IT. The first day of class I learned some really great fighting techniques. The stuff makes sense, is easy to pull off, and is very effective. No stupid high flying kicks, no horse stance double arm blocks to the side, no telegraphing your moves!

I also like the training in terms that you wear street clothes. The thought is you are more likely to fight in blue jeans and a t-shirt. Odds are you are not going to get attacked wearing your karate gi. On top of that we are not only training in the gym but also in the fields at day and at night. In the parking lot at day and night. In a ditch at day and night. Between cars in a parking lot at day and night. And just to pass the first skill level its like a two our three out exam.

So if you read about me passing the first skill level then it means I can fight in a lot of urban environments for about two or three hours straight while being simultaneously being attack from several people with weapons – OR – if I stop blogging all together it means I am dead at the hands of my body giving out.

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