Monday, December 24, 2007

Gary, FIL... Friend

A few years after I was married, my mother in law divorced her husband. Don was a loud, pompous, self serving man. It needed to happen.

A few years after the divorce Fran met a new man, Gary. He swept her off her feet, in the classic and romantic courting her kind of way. He made her happy, she knew she was appreciated with him. After a couple years they married.

Gary was a great guy. Loved to laugh and loved showing Fran a good time. As the years passed Gary got sick. Lung disease. He was forced to be on oxygen and about a year ago he received a lung transplant. He had been on the transplant list for over a year and during that time the oxygen deprivation he suffered damaged his kidneys, liver and gall bladder.

For about 10 weeks now he has been in the hospital.

A few days ago Gary decide to not be on any life support systems. Expecting a rather immediate end people gathered and waited. The strength of the man prevailed and he lived, conscious, talking and visiting with family and friends for two more days.

Sunday December 23 at about 5 am Gary died in his sleep. On his terms, in his way he met his maker.

Gary, my friend, my father in law... you will be missed. Rest in peace.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Jingle Bombs

Another great Christmas laugh. Found this over at Dazd's place.

Jeff Dunham; Achmed's "Jingle Bombs"

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Edit 19JAN08 - fixed the link to Dazd's post

Thursday, December 20, 2007


Need a laugh???

My friend Preposterous Ponderings has a story to tell. I swear, you'll laugh!!

Go HERE, bring a tissue.



Two bored casino dealers are waiting at the crap table. A very attractive blonde woman from South Texas arrived and bet twenty thousand dollars ($20,000) on a single roll of the dice.

She said, "I hope you don't mind, but I feel much luckier when I play topless."

With that, she stripped to the waist; rolled the dice; and yelled, "Come on, Southern Girl needs new clothes!" As the dice came to a stop, she jumped up-and-down and squealed "YES! YES! I WON! I WON!" She hugged each of the dealers...and then picked up her winnings, and her clothes, and quickly departed.

The dealers stared at each other dumfounded. Finally, one of them asked, "What did she roll?"
The other answered, "I don't know... I thought you were watching."

Moral of the story: Not all Southerners are stupid. Not all blondes are dumb.

But all men... are men.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Remember Sgt. Kenneth R. Booker

This was Sunday, December 9th...

I left the house at about 7 am. It was cold, about 31° if I remember, and raining. Not real hard, just enough to keep you face and hands wet if you were on a motorcycle.

The ride was... ok. Fitting. A man had died, doing what he believed, fighting for freedoms, yours, mine and those of a people nearly 5,000 miles away. He IS a hero.

November 17, 2007


DoD Identifies Army Casualty

The Department of Defense announced today the death of a soldier who was supporting Operation Iraqi Freedom.
Sgt. Kenneth R. Booker, 25, of Vevay, Ind., died Nov. 14, in Mukhisa, Iraq, of wounds sustained when an improvised explosive device detonated near his vehicle. He was assigned to the 2nd Battalion, 23rd Infantry Regiment, 4th Stryker Brigade Combat Team, 2nd Infantry Division, Fort Lewis, Wash.

For more information, media may contact the Fort Lewis public affairs office at (253) 967-0152, (253) 967-0147 or after hours at (253) 967-0015 (ask for the Public Affairs Officer on call).


When we stand flag lines at these ‘missions’ our placement is random. That is, I don’t always stand 3rd on down on the left side. We just walk over and stand. If I remember right there was about 50, maybe 60 of us there. When I took my place with a flag the sidewalk was covered, so I went to a place facing the doors across the drive. The limousines and hurs would pull up in front of me. As Sergeant booker was being carried out, I was moved to tears. Standing in front of me, at attention and saluting was Ken’s father. Sergeant (I believe) Charles Booker. Army uniform pressed, standing proud. Lord, did I cry.

Sgt. Booker - Know that I am grateful for your families service and the sacrifice you have made. Ken will not be forgotten. God bless you.


Here is a related story.

Bloggers Anonymous

Hey everyone!! My name is DNR, I’m a blog-aholilc.
It’s been 15 days (9 if you count the troll) since my last real post.
*crowd says “Hi DNR”*

Gawd, I’ve missed you guys!! Work is so far up my ass, I have to ask my boss if I can take a shit.

Jeese, I have 167 unread posts on my blog reader...Og has 22, Tanker Brothers have 22, Vinegar and Honey has 18. Even Freddie had 9 or something ( I read those yesterday ;) ) Looks like I have some serious reading to do... and a serious post or two.

I need a way to dictate posts, I swear, I can recite a 30 min read in the car going home but then never have time to put it to paper... err blog. I need to just record it and type it later.

I’m really liking this music list thing. I turned on a random song thing so each time you come here you’ll hear different song, supposedly. Quite a diverse selection. Makes me wish I could burn these to a CD or MP3 player and take them on the road.

Bye for now, serious post coming...






Oh yeah... does everyone use a reader these days??? No one has commented on the new template/background (lack there of) I did a few weeks ago.
*crickets chirp*
*guess everyone is gone for Christmas Vacation*

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Little Johnny

A teacher asks her class, 'If there are 5 birds sitting on a fence and you shoot one of them, how many will be left?'
She calls on little Johnny. He replies, 'None, they will all fly away with the first gunshot.'
The teacher replies, 'The correct answer is 4, but I like your thinking.'
Then little Johnny says, 'I have a question for YOU. There are 3 women sitting on a bench having ice cream: One is delicately licking the sides of the triple scoop of ice cream. The second is gobbling down the top and sucking the cone. The third is biting off the top of the ice cream. Which one is married?'
The teacher, blushing a great deal, replied, 'Well, I suppose the one that's gobbled down the top and sucked the cone.'
To which Little Johnny replied, 'The correct answer is 'the one with the Wedding ring on,' but I like your thinking.'

Little Johnny returns from school and says he got an F in arithmetic
'Why?' asks the father?
'The teacher asked 'How much is 2x3,'' I said '6', replies Johnny.
'But that's right!' says his dad.
'Yeah, but then she asked me 'How much is 3x2?''
'What's the f_cking difference?' asks the father
'That's what I said!' Said Johnny

Little Johnny goes to school, and the teacher says, 'Today we are going to learn multi-syllable words, class. Does anybody have an example of a multi-syllable word?'
Johnny says Mas-tur-bate.'
Miss Rogers smiles and says, 'Wow, little Johnny, that's a mouthful.'
Little Johnny says, 'No, Miss Rogers, you're thinking of a blowjob.'

Little Johnny was sitting in class one day. All of a sudden, he needed to go to the bathroom. He yelled out, 'Miss Jones, I need to take a piss!!'
The teacher replied, 'Now, Johnny, that is NOT the proper word to use in this situation. The correct word you want to use is 'urinate.' Please use the word urinate in a sentence correctly, and I will allow You to go.'
Little Johnny, thinks for a bit, and then says, 'You're an eight, but if you had bigger tits, you'd be a TEN!'

One day, during lessons on proper grammar, the teacher asked for a show of hands from those who could use the word 'beautiful' in the same sentence twice.
First, she called! On little Suzie, who responded with, 'My father bought my mother a beautiful dress and she looked beautiful in it.'
'Very good, Suzie,' replied the teacher.
She then called on little Michael. 'My mommy planned a beautiful banquet and it turned out beautifully.'
She said, 'Excellent, Michael!'
Then the teacher reluctantly called on little Johnny. 'Last night at the dinner table, my sister told my father that she was Pregnant, and he said 'Beautiful, just fucking beautiful!''

Little Johnny was sitting on a park bench munching on one candy bar after another. After the 6th one, a man on the bench across from him said, 'Son, you know eating all that candy isn't good for you. It will give you acne, rot your teeth, and make you fat.'
Little Johnny replied, 'My grandfather lived to be 107 years old..' The man asked, 'Did your grandfather eat 6 candy bars at a time?'
Little Johnny answered, 'No, he minded his own fucking business.

I LOVE Little Johnny!!!!!

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Music - Rocks the Soul

Found the play list music thingy over at Chromed Curses. I too had to modify the width a little to make it fit on the blog side bar.

Enjoy some of my favorite tunes, I'll be adding others as I come across them.

Monday, December 10, 2007

An Open Letter to a. jones

A comment was left twice, in two different posts, that needs addressed. Since the chicken shit chose to be anonymous, I choose to address him/her here.


You of all people should remember the day the US got involved in YOUR war. If it wasn’t for those heroic men then, you’d be speaking German now.

But that aside, you come into my house, insult my beliefs and MY family, anonymously... FUCK YOU, a. jones. FUCK YOU!!

I get rather irritated at you far left fucktards that can’t realize if it wasn’t for the heroes, those willing to fight for freedom, you would have none. You do realize that you owe them your life, right? No, I think you don’t. You believe you are entitled, should have these freedoms just because you grace us with your presence. Yeah, right, you worthless piece of shit.

As for the heroes you mock today... They fight there to keep it from coming here (or to the UK), you KNOW that!! I know you do.

If my son was lost in this war, this conflict.... I would mourn and have more sorrow than I’m sure you can comprehend. AND, be so proud of him for making a choice, his choice, and fighting for what he believes. Again, I do not believe you can comprehend this concept.

Torture, heh, if some militant suspected Muslim (or yourself) has to go a day or two with out food or sleep, be forced to stand for hours at a time or have their Koran pissed on, to save one American life, so be it. I will sleep well tonight knowing that there are men and women willing to do WHATEVER is necessary to get the job done.

a. jones, you are a fucking useless piece of shit that has no respect for anyone. Not even yourself. You are not worth the time it has taken me to write this. I very rarely wish ill will upon any one but in your case I will make an exception. When the next subway attack occurs over there, I truly hope you die slowly. Looking into the eyes of a medical professional that will choose to let you die, because you are hopeless and that there are others around that can be saved.

Friday, December 07, 2007

December 7th

A giant was awakened 66 years ago. The world went to war, America and all of her people went to war.

As much as we must remember this:





We must also remember the sacrifice made at Perl harbor Sunday December 7th, 1941. To all of those that lived through those times, thank you for your sacrifice. I pray our nation would have your resolve.

To all of those who served, I truly owe you my freedoms.

Thank You!!

I would be honored to meet you any day.
God Bless.

For some more December 7th tributes, see;

This at Dazd’s place
This at Tanker Brothers

This also at Tanker Brothers

Thursday, December 06, 2007

DaBear - Jeff Bowman Update

Remember this post - here?

His family has been keeping a blof recording Jeff's progress for all of his extended family.

You have to go there and read this last post from Jeff's dad. I had chills, and tears.

Haiku 2

The weekly Haiku competition is heating up over at Sparrows. I'm in the top ten again (last time).

Go over, take read and give a vote. You don't have to vote for me... BUT... I know another solder that would love to have one of those deluxe care packages.

Many thanks to Sparrow for starting and doing this. Who ever would have thought I'd have fun writing poetry??? HEH!!!

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

James Pleak Commander of American Legion Post No. 70, shelbyville, IN

As a Patriot Guard Rider, I’ve been to many funerals in the last year and a half... too many.

Friday I rode to honor a Vietnam Veteran, Jim Pleak.

Jim’s family was returning fro a Thanksgiving vacation in Florida. A single vehicle accident in a construction zone cause both rear tires of their van to blow out, causing it to roll. Jim, his wife and their adult daughter were killed. Jim’s son and grand-daughter (daughter’s daughter) survived.

In all of the funerals I have been to or even seen on the road in my life. I have never seen one with three hearses.

This was too much loss to fully comprehend.

My heart and prayers go out to Jimmy and Kim. God’s peace be with you.

The full story form a local paper is here.

Sunday, December 02, 2007

This Gave Me Chills

As a Marine Dad, I can have only respect for the dedication and commitment this level of perfection requires.