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Tuesday, 21. July 2009, 16:59:54
Long, Lost
HOLY CRAP!!
It's been months since I have posted or visited OPERA.........
I found time this morning to have a thought about it so I forced myself to take a minute and visit.
Once I opened my page, I was flooded with thoughts of posts gone by BUT especially the wonderful people I have met and communicated with throughout the world.
I hold you all dear to my heart and mind. Try stepping away from it for a period of time and you will understand. No don't...............
My time has been consumed by my current endeavor............for the past nine months. It is nearing the end with the pace heating up and the buzzards circling.
I miss my Opera friends in so many ways...........................
I will return!
Best wishes to all..................................................
Wednesday, 11. March 2009, 13:30:59
Busy, Build, Time
Holy Crap!
It's March already.........last post was before Christmas, where did the time go?
Life has changed dramatically..........from overseeing operations from a cushy desk to hands on building of a new facility. Hands on takes much more focus and attention plus the physical application. One does not need to go through a workout regiment, all you have to do is show up for work and then do it!
I have many photos of the building process and when time allows, I will walk you all through the process from start to finish........promise.
I miss this blog thingy and communicating with everyone. I will return.....mid summer.
Regards to all,
Tuesday, 23. December 2008, 15:27:23
Ho
Have not been here for awhile.......I've been too dang busy.
I changed life recently from cushy to really working for my buck.
I started a new building project in mid October. The building footings have all been laid and at this date, most of the foundation walls. Two more concrete pours and they will be finished and then on to the building slab. The work is fairly difficult, not for it's complexity but for the conditions. In your right mind can you imagine starting a commercial construction project going into winter? It's crazy but we do it all the time here in the Inter Mountain West. Snow, cold, ice, freezing. One has to use creative measures to battle Mother Nature. Once out of the ground, things will get easier.
My full time and concentration has been focused on this endeavor and I have neglected almost everything else.
I apologize to you and myself. Thought I would take this minute just before the holidays to wish each of you a Very Merry Christmas. I hope that you are all warm, have a full belly and are happy.
I will return..................
Sunday, 23. November 2008, 23:42:55
Humor
At a Senior Citizen's luncheon, an elderly gentleman and an elderly lady struck up a conversation and discovered that they both loved to fish.
Since both of them were widowed, they decided to go fishing together the next day.
The gentleman picked the lady up, and they headed to the river to his fishing boat and started out on their adventure.
They were riding down the river when there was a fork in the river, and the gentleman asked the lady, "Do you want to go up or down?"
All of a sudden the lady stripped off her shirt and pants and made mad passionate love to the man right there in the boat! When they finished, the man couldn't believe what had just happened, but he had just experienced the best sex that he'd had in years.
They fished for a while and continued on down the river, when soon they came upon another fork in the river.
He again asked the lady, "Up or down ?"
There she went again, stripped off her clothes, and made wild passionate love to him again.
This really impressed the elderly gentleman, so he asked her to go fishing again the next day! She said yes and there they were the next day, riding in the boat when they came upon the fork in river, and the elderly gentleman asked, "Up or down?"
The woman replied, "Down."
A little puzzled and disappointed, the gentleman guided the boat down the river when he came upon another fork in the river and he asked the lady, "Up or down ?"
She replied, "Up."
This really confused the gentleman so he asked, "What's the deal? Yesterday, every time I asked you if you wanted to go up or down you made mad passionate love to me. Now today, nothing!"
She replied, "Well, yesterday I wasn't wearing my hearing aid and I thought the choices were hump or drown."
A blonde heard that milk baths would make her beautiful. She left a note for her milkman to leave 25 gallons of milk
When the milkman read the note, he felt there must be a mistake. He thought she probably meant 2.5 gallons. So he knocked on the door to clarify the point. The blonde came to the door and the milkman said, 'I found your note asking me to leave 25 gallons of milk. Did you mean 2.5 gallons?'
The blonde said, 'I want 25 gallons. I'm going to fill my bathtub up with milk and take a milk bath so I can look young and beautiful again.'
The milkman asked, 'Do you want it pasteurized?' The blonde said, 'No, just up to my tits. I can splash it on my face.'
A drunk walks out of a bar with a key in his hand and he is stumbling back and forth.
A cop on the beat sees him and approaches,
'Can I help you Sir?'
'Yessh! Ssssomebody ssstole my carrr', the man replies.
The cop asks, 'Where was your car the last time you saw it?'
'It wasss on the end of thisshh key', the man replies.
About that time the cop looks down and sees the man's wiener hanging
out of his fly for all the world to see.
He asks the man, 'Sir are you aware that you are exposing yourself?'
Momentarily confused, the drunk looks down at his crotch and without missing a beat, blurts out.... 'Holy crap! My girlfriend's gone, too!!
A Mexican, an Arab, and a redneck girl are in the same bar.
When the Mexican finishes his beer, he throws his glass in the air, pulls out his pistol, and shoots the glass to pieces. He says, "In Mexico , our glasses are so cheap we don't need
To drink with the same one twice."
The Arab, obviously impressed by this, drinks his beer, throws it into the
Air, pulls out his AK-47, and shoots the glass to pieces. He says, "In the Arab World, we have so much sand to make glasses that we don't need to drink with the same one twice either."
The redneck girl, cool as a cucumber, picks up her beer, downs it in one gulp, throws the g lass
Into the air, whips out her 45, and shoots the Mexican and the Arab.
Catching her glass, setting it on the bar, and calling for a refill, she says,
"In America we have so many illegal aliens that we don't have to drink with the same ones twice."
" God Bless America "
Ethel was a bit of a demon in her wheelchair, and loved to charge around the nursing home, taking corners on one wheel and getting up to maximum speed on the long corridors.
Because the poor woman was one sandwich short of a picnic ' the other residents tolerated her and some of them actually joined in.
One day Ethel was speeding up one corridor when a door opened and Kooky Clarence stepped out with his arm outstretched. 'STOP!' he shouted in a firm voice. 'Have you got a license for that thing?'
Ethel fished around in her handbag and pulled out a Kit Kat wrapper and held it up to him. 'OK' he said, and away Ethel sped down the hall.
As she took the corner near the TV lounge on one wheel, weird Harold popped out in front of her and shouted 'STOP! Have you got proof of insurance?'
Ethel dug into her handbag, pulled out a drink coaster and held it up to him. Harold nodded and said 'On your way, Ma'am.'
As Ethel neared the final corridor, Crazy Craig stepped out in front of her, Butt- Naked, and holding his 'You-Know-What' in his hand.
Oh, good grief,' yelled Ethel, 'Not that Damn Breathalyzer Test again!'
Monday, 3. November 2008, 04:47:00
Weather, Snow
After a few weeks of cold weather in early October, the last two weeks of the month have been very pleasant, Indian Summer they call it. Near record breaking high temperatures that lead one to forget that it is winter.
Well, now it's here. Cold, rain and snow in the forecast.
For years I have always shoveled snow by hand from the driveway and sidewalks.
Besides the good exercise it's also interesting to be scientific about the methodology of the process.
For example, during heavy snows, I've learned that shoveling 2" while it's still snowing and understanding that you will have to do it again, is much easier than waiting and shoveling 6" or 8".
Also, it didn't take me long to understand to throw the snow in the in the best place. I have a 12' wide driveway and so I split it down the middle and shovel each direction. Near the drive approach from the street, it's totally different. You can slave away and have a clean, clear path and then the snowplow comes along and pushes a 3' high windrow of snow right into your drive approach.
O.K., we want clean streets and the big piles are just a by-product. So, split it down the middle and make 8' high piles on each side of your approach............didn't take long to realize this was a futile effort. The plow comes by again, going the same direction and places the left hand pile back in the drive approach. It's much smarter to take all the snow a throw it to the right. That way the plow throws it in the neighbors yard.
Last week, I widened my driveway to almost double the width.
No more cars parked in the street......wanted to do it for years.
Holy Crap!
Twice the area to shovel........
Went right down and purchased a super duper snow throwing machine. 6 H.P., 4 speeds forward and one reverse. No more exercise......my loss but, I will not get a sore back and muscles and I have a new toy to play with.
Hope I haven't bored you with this personal post but it's just what came out tonight.
My you have long days and pleasant nights with little snow.
Thursday, 30. October 2008, 01:36:12
Stuff
Whatever you give a woman will multiplyâ¦
If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.
If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.
If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.
She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.
So, fair warning ... don't give her any crap.
During a commercial airline flight an Air Force Pilot was
seated next to a young mother with a baby in arms.
When her baby began crying during the descent for
landing, the mother began nursing her infant as discreetly as possible.
The pilot pretended not to notice and, upon disembarking,
he gallantly offered his assistance to help with the various baby-related
articles.
When the young mother expressed her gratitude, the
pilot responded, 'Gosh, that's a good looking baby...and he sure was hungry!'
Somewhat embarrassed, the mother explained that her
pediatrician said breast feeding would help alleviate the pressure in the
baby's ears.
The Air Force Pilot sadly shook his head, and in true pilot
fashion exclaimed....
'And all these years I've been chewing gum.'
A man was walking home alone late one foggy night,
when behind him he hears:
BUMP...
BUMP...
BUMP...
Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog he makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him.
BUMP..
BUMP...
BUMP...
Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him
FASTER...
FASTER...
BUMP...
BUMP...
BUMP...
He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him.
However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket clapping
clappity-BUMP...
clappity-BUMP...
clappity-BUMP...
on his heels, the terrified man runs.
Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, the man locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps.
With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door.
Bumping and clapping toward him.
The man screams and reaches for something, anything,
but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup!
Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket...
and,
(hopefully you're ready for this!!!)
The coffin stops
You know you are too old to Trick or Treat when:
10. You get winded from knocking on the door.
9. You have to have another kid chew the candy for you.
8. You ask for high fiber candy only.
7. When someone drops a candy bar in your bag, you lose your
Balance and fall over.
6. People say: 'Great Boris Karloff Mask,'
And you're not wearing a mask.
5. When the door opens you yell, 'Trick or .'
And can't remember the rest.
4. By the end of the night, you have a bag full of restraining orders.
3. You have to carefully choose a costume that won't dislodge your hairpiece.
2. You're the only Power Ranger in the neighborhood with a walker.
And the number one reason Seniors should not go Trick Or Treating...
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1. You keep having to go home to pee.
No matter, Have a HAPPY HALLOWEEN anyway.
Monday, 27. October 2008, 01:55:53
Sustainment, Men and Money, Mice and Cheese
After eighteen years with the same company I've found that the cheese has moved.
No more feeding off the fresh and sustaining pile. Stagnation and a dwindling supply cannot one live by.
Not that I didn't see the change coming but it is still disheartening to be out of work.
Ha, ha.........not to fear. Like any good little mouse, I took notice of the change and had feelers out for opportunities.
After months of negotiation and perfect timing, I switched to a new company in a related market.
Whew! twas close. The feeling of not having the stability of steady income was not desirable. In these economic times it could be disastrous.
The change has been exciting and re-energized my batteries. I've been preoccupied and slacking regarding posts to this blog. As time goes by, I will fit regular posts into my schedule.
I hope all is well with you and your endeavors. May you have long days and pleasant nights.
Monday, 20. October 2008, 02:40:23
brilliant, frustration, bliss, Longknocker
The following came to me and I thought I'd pass along.
For it shows the simplicity and frustration of the game.
In my hand I hold a ball.
White and dimpled, rather small.
Oh , how bland it does appear.
This harmless looking little sphere.
By its size I could not guess.
The awesome strength it does possess.
But since I fell beneath its spell.
I've wandered through the fires of hell.
My life has not been quite the same.
Since I chose to play this stupid game.
It rules my mind for hours on end.
A fortune it has made me spend.
It has made me swear and yell and cry.
I hate myself and want to die.
It promises a thing called par.
If I can hit it straight and far.
To master such a tiny ball .
Should not be very hard at all.
But my desires the ball refuses.
And does exactly as it chooses.
It hooks and slices, dribbles and dies.
Even disappears before my eyes.
Often it will take a whim.
To hit a tree or take a swim.
With miles of grass on which to land.
It finds a tiny patch of sand.
Then has me offering up my soul.
If only it would find the hole.
It's made me whimper like a pup.
And swear that I will give it up.
And take a drink to ease my sorrow.
But the ball knows...........
I'll be back tomorrow.
Why do we love it so? What brings us back?
It's that one, or two, or more shots in a round.
Where, the shot happened exactly as planned.
The feeling was so grand, just have to try some more.
Friday, 10. October 2008, 16:09:11
Aging, Tom Dawson, Old
In keeping with my blog reasoning..........that is, passing along items that interest me, today's post was a communication that I received from an old friend. Tom Dawson, a fine man and the best cartoonist that I've had the pleasure to meet. The subject is "getting older" and I will include his reasoning for a poem that he wrote..................
If a twenty year-old woke up one morning to find that she (or he) had aged 45 years, I think that a resounding "YYYARRRRRRGGGGGG!" might be heard. But, as the aging process gently rips out our hair, pokes us in the eyes, re-arranges our faces to resemble California mud slides, while stealing our hearing and making so many new "pretty young things" to look at, we can blithely go on because the process has been (so far) incrementally slow.
We (those who are actually getting older) are like the frog in the beaker of water slowly heating up. As the water heats up the frog isn't concerned, because it's going so slowly. By the time the water is so hot that it kills the frog, well, the frog is dead.
Ahhh, life~! Isn't it amazing?
So, here's my poem. I wrote it for my 93 year old step-mother, Madeline.
It's called "Keep On Going".
Some folks walk with a walker.
Some folks use a chair.
Some folks use a walking stick
To get from here to there.
Some folks walk on two legs,
They tip-toe, march and hike.
Babies crawl, children run,
No two are quite alike.
But matter not who you are,
Or how you get along,
You have to keep on going,
Or else you will be gone!
Yes Tom, Life is amazing! Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have
always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body,
the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken
aback by that old person that lives in my mirror, but I don't agonize over
those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving
family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've
become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own
friend.
I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making
my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but
looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be
messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before
they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4
AM and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 & 70's,
and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging
body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite
the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just
as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not
break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when
somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what
give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken
is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being
imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray,
and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on
my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before
their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what
other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the
right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I
like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but
while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have
been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every
single day.
One more thing..........I'm probably not as old as many of you reading this.....ha, ha!
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