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Number 5 Has Arrived

Published on March 1, 2009 in Dogs. 0 Comments Tags: .

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I used to like the neighbor lady. Until yesterday afternoon – a cold, rainy, crappy day. She called Nancy and asked if we got another dog, because if we did, it was loose and standing at her back door whining.

Nancy wanted to go help out. I insisted that the dog would be fine and it would find it’s way home.
But when I saw this face, we had to help.

We do NOT have dog #5. The no-kill shelter will open soon and her overnight stay will end.

But what a lover!

UPDATE: Number 5 has a new home. Clay, 5, and Will, 4, have decided she should live with them on their farm. They named her Rodeo!

How the Christmas Islands Are Connected to Basil Rathbone and My Exorcism.

Published on December 24, 2008 in Baby Boomer, Dogs, Education, Family and Health. 4 Comments

Ah Christmas. Christmas Islands. Tropics. Cancer. OK, so the Christmas Islands are near the Tropic of Capricorn, not the Tropic of Cancer. But how else am I going to tie in Christmas and Cancer?
I had cancer. It’s gone. The old Basil Sell Carsonoma, named after Mr. Rathbone who deals in Johnny Carson memorabilia in Senoma, CA
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Sedona, our Labramutt, had it scoped out and diag”nosed” long ago. She just liked to lick that bump on the top of my foreharem. She would really consecrate. Usually liking it until it bled, then she would lick it until the bleeding stopped. Then I would dump hydrogen peroxide on it until the scab went away. This went on four a couple/four years, with Nancy giving me a strong urging that I needed to “have that looked at.”

My answer was always the same. It’s not getting better, but it’s not getting worse. It’s skin cancer.

So I finally gave in, the doc confirmed it  and I had an exorcism – or poor man’s lipo.

Now: here is my dilemma. There was no scare, but  I have will have a scar. Here are my choices:

1. Do nothing

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2. Have an awesome tattoo…

Option A:

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Option B:

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Option C: ? (leave in comments)

Whaddya think?

How Jeff Gordon and Tide Killed NASCAR

Published on December 20, 2008 in Baby Boomer, Dogs, Entertainment and M & Ms. 0 Comments


Derby and I just came in from the cold, void that was the NASCAR/Cigar Bar after contemplating how NASCAR could get themselves in such a fix. NASCAR layed off 1,500 people,  lost the title sponsor for one the series races, and the former Big Three auto manufacturers will spend less money on winning NASCAR races next year.

For the record, I was smoking a Vega Talanga, Corojo Series, Reserva En Tericio, a handmade cigar from the Honduras.

Let’s review:

So the title sponsors for next year’s NASCAR top racing series will be:

  1. Phone company – Sprint Nextel
  2. Insurance company – Nationwide
  3. Camping company – Camping World

None has a “real” connection to racing. They are band-wagon jumpers. Bill France built a helluva franchise and made believers out of a lot of car builders, parts suppliers, and vendors that had direct ties to cars/trucks. They sponsored cars and races and tracks.

Then, it happened. NASCAR got real popular, and NASCAR got greedy. NASCAR got caught up in itself. Bill France died and his son Brian took over but it started earlier…

Jeff Gordon and Tide.

Jeff Gordon is too pretty to be in NASCAR.

Remember, NASCAR’s roots are in rebels souping up sedans and running whiskey away from the revenuers. When Jeff Gordon, a California boy, wanted to drive in NASCAR, Bill France should have stepped in with his mammoth fist and broke Gordon’s nose. Gordon’ probably would have decided that NASCAR is not a place for a California boy.

So now we have Carl Edwards and Juan Pablo Montoya running in NASCAR, fer chrissakes. Way to pretty – they can race in Formula 1 or the IRL if they have the racing bug. But NASCAR is for guys that cuss and don’t shave and say “ain’t.”

Formula 1 is for brie-eaters, Indy Racing League is for suits, and both are for clean shaven drivers that say “quiche.”

NASCAR car drivers should be rough and tumble: ” rubbin’ is racin’ ” isn’t just a saying. It should be a way of life. NASCAR drivers should rub some people the wrong way off the track too.

Tide is a laundry detergent.

Tide may not have been the first, but it the worst. Tide removes grease and dirt. NASCAR IS grease and dirt.

Bill France discovered that somehow, women became NASCAR fans. So, the NASCAR marketing machine went to work and convinced companies targeting women that it would be smart for them to sponsor cars.

  • Target
  • M & M’s
  • Crown Royal
  • Viagra
  • Little Debbie
  • Juicy Fruit

These are all major sponsors of NASCAR teams. Shopping, candy that doesn’t melt in your hands, whiskey in a purple bag, the ladies happiness pill, tiny little cream cakes, and fruit gum??? There was a pink car for at least one race: Breast Cancer Awareness. OMG.  C’mon! NASCAR! Sponsors should be beer, car parts, tools, whiskey that doesn’t come in bags, and the like.

People will accuse Brian France and Bill Helton and the Credit Crunch for killing NASCAR, but now you know better. It’s all a bunch of crap. Jeff Gordon and Tide killed NASCAR.

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How to Stuff a 5 lb Dog Into a 15 lb. Bag

Published on November 14, 2008 in Dogs. 10 Comments

Obviously not very tough when it’s a dog food bag. Sofi decided she would do the equivalent of dumpster diving and get whatever crummy remnants remained.

Gloomy Sunday Foreplay

Published on November 9, 2008 in Baby Boomer, Blogging, Dogs, Education, Entertainment, Family, Food, Health, kentucky, M & Ms, Shopping, Technology and Writing. 10 Comments

This looked like a fun meme I found while reading Blog 365. Annie wrote hers and I found it interesting. It seems like it requires SOME thought, but not the deep soul-searching on which many memes focus. It’s a gloomy, chilly fall day, and NASCAR doesn’t start for a few hours. I’ve added some qualifiers in parentheses for some of the questions. Here goes:

Four places that I go to over and over:
Bed, Target, Kroger, Bathroom

Four people who e-mail me (regularly):
Nancy, Amy, Going Like Sixty Comments, Google Alerts

Four of my favorite places to eat:
Rudy’s Worst Barbeque in Texas; (I surprised myself in choosing a chain BBQ, but they are big enough to keep good workers, be open longer than family owned places, yet small enough to keep their quality high.) Maruba Spa and Resort; (and no, it’s not just because it’s in Belize. It was the most consistently high quality food and presentation I have ever experienced – breakfast, lunch and dinner.) El Mazatlan, fast, friendly, frugal; Dairy Queen; chocolate milk shake. Except our local DQ has gone to really, really flimsy straws that collapse! Freaks. I’ve complained but they don’t care. I still return. DQ is owned by Warren Buffet, so I may just drop him a note.

Four places I would rather be right now:
Negril, Belize, Ft. Myers, Paris

Four TV shows I watch over and over:
Andy of Mayberry, Dick Van Dyke, M*A*S*H, Morning Express with Robin Meade.

Four (unusual) things in the room I’m in:
Spinning wheel, dog crate, 8 boxes of Kleenex, fireplace screen (we don’t have a fireplace.)

Four concerts (as opposed to stage peformances) I’ve been to:
Beach Boys, Dionne Warrick, The Carpenters (yes, only three in sixty years!)

Four things on my calendar:
I don’t use a calendar, I have a wife. (O-boy, that will get me in trouble.)

Four fears:
Tower of Terror, Roller Coasters, gross anatomy stuff, (like Nancy was watching some emergency room reality show and a person came in with worms growing in her head. I don’t want worms growing in my head. I guess that would be cranialwormophobia), airplane turbulence.

Four (unusual) things in your purse or wallet:
Blog cards, security codes (for realz), that’s it, other is usual junk.

Four chores you hate doing:
Trash, mowing, repairs, updating Windows.

Four favorite animals:
dogs, giraffes, horses, Hannibal Lector.

Four speed dials on your cell phone:
Don’t own a cell phone.

Four places you have called home:
In order: Michigan, Missouri, Indiana (twice) and Kentucky.

Four websites (not blogs) you visit:
Pandora, TrendHunter, eBay. (If it’s not in RSS, I can’t be bothered.)

Four people who have been in your car:
Nancy, Cat, Taylor, fixer-dude.

Four things you are wearing:
Fleece, underwear, khaki pants, wedding ring.

Four things you are looking forward to:
Next weekend, time off for good behavior, probation, vacation.

Four favorite types of candy:
M&M’s plain regular size, Snickers, Hershey Bars, Hershey Kisses.

Four sports teams you like:
meh. don’t care.

Four things found in your fridge:
Various cheeses, Miller Chill, Oliver Wine, Pepsi

Four rituals (not just a task) you do (every) day:
Groom myself (tongue optional), play with dogs, (tongue optional), read RSS, pick my nose.

Four things currently within reach:
Tivo remote, TV remote, knitting paraphenalia (not mine), new Visa cards.

Four things you know how to cook (not bake or grill):
Toasted cheese and baloney sammich, drippy eggs, french toast, hmmmm.

And my addition… four ways I know how to say four:
quatre, cuatro, vier, five minus one.