I was going to rage against the criminals we have in Washington, and around the country who give us laws to follow, yet make themselves exempt. Then I said, “What the heck!” Why let a bunch of murderers and film flam artist ruin my life?
It is time to keep life simple and fun. Being a God believing man, I know how the whole story shakes out. This world takes a dive into the crapper, and just as it is about to implode our Lord and Saviour steps in and returns this Earth to the Eden God intended it to be. In the mean time, I got some things to do this summer. Bowling! yes, once again I am bowling two summer leagues. My Tuesday league is pretty amazing. Probably due to the simple fact that the average age of almost all of the bowlers is 112. Not really, but there are many who are the back side of 70. Which is awesome, because many of them are good. I guess it is no wonder why I like golf and bowling, other than the simp[le facts that I am not to shabby at either one, and I can participate for most of my life span.
Also got to get some fishing in this summer. I am going to join a small fishing club that my dad belonged to when he was alive. I will have to give it a once over. River banks tend to attract elements of our society that stink more than my favorite catfish bait. If all goes well though, I picture quite a few days if fishing with my two pups; BillWilly and B.W.. I have to get my money out of them, seeing I spent my retirement savings when they became ill this past year.
I also need to work on some road trips. Still want to get back to Laughlin Nevada for some golf and fishing on the Colorado River. I also want to try my hand at gold panning too.
Guess all in all I don’t have time to worry about junk I have no control over, though I sure I will from time to time. It is just nice to know, that whatever the heck is going on around me, I still will be enjoying myself.
It is unfathomable that my dad past 13 years ago this May 7th. The A.D. stands for After Dad! Up until May 7th, of 1997, I never spent more than two weeks apart from dad. I have written much about him over the years, and I have come to realize I write these stories for an audience of one: me. There ain’t a single day, or hour that passes that I don’t think about him.
I realize that on May 7th, 1997 that I lost more than Dad, I lost the ability to create new memories, and stories with him. At some point, I just might run out of material. Thing is, like with the James Bond movies, I can watch them over and over and enjoy them just as much as the first time I ever viewed them. Same with the memories.
This is Violet, also known as “Whitey”. Why the heck she likes to hang on top of the door is beyond me. I figure since she is deaf, she needs to see as much as she can.
This Merle song is an awesome commentary on today’s life in America. Here is my list of thoughts in no particular order or reason!
Hyphenated American labels: You know, Japanese, Chinese, African. Whatever happened to just being an American of “fill in the blank” decent.
Owning up to your bad choices, and not blaming your mamma, daddy, or position in life….or the color of your skin.
Calling bull crap when somebody says, or does something stupid. To a Christian Conservative like myself, “Stupid” has the same definition as “Porn”. Ya know it when you see it.
Giving thanks in public for the Man upstairs and not giving a rat’s rear what others think.
Buying pants that fit correctly, and don’t have stupid sayings on them. Goes for shirts too.
Not buying clothing that promotes communist or socialist revolutionaries.
Making fun of public figures that cry when they get rolled up for doing something stupid or illegal.
Yeah, I know this sounds pretty antiquated, but in my book it still rings true and it has been used a million times in classic western pics. What also sticks in my craw is when somebody wears their faith on their sleeve, but when the rubber hits the road, they toss it out the window. Case in point. Somebody who I considered a good friend, and brother in Christ, failed to follow through on a promise. A really big one to boot. I would have had more respect if they would have just said I am not going to honor my word. Ok, got it, have a nice life see you never. Instead I get the stuff from the business end of the cow tossed at me. The good old “I never said that” song and dance. Then, after a good verbal joust, I get the like nothing never happened routine. You know, “How’s the weather” line. Now it is no longer about the material object in question, it is about the disappointment in an unChristian act, by a good friend. I just said,” You made the promise under God’s Eyes.” And walked away. I will ask one more time for the promise to be kept. No biggie if it ain’t, because the pain of seeing some one stray from their professed beliefs is what really is at issue.
While Beer Goggles grab all the fame and glory, Beer Shoes is the foundation of any professional beer drinker. Beer Shoes, from here on will be addressed as BS, does all the heavy lifting. They are the pair that gets you to the place beer is sold. Without BS, the fridge would not be stocked, and the ice chest would be for ever lonely.
My BS travel with me where ever I go. They relax in my golf bag during a round, resting up for the 19th hole. Were they gladly appear, replacing the heavy, and some time odorous golf shoes. To sit happily upon my flippers, watching me smoothly consume my frosty beverage buddies, one by one.
They also wait patiently in the trunk, while their owner works his digits to bone. When the light fills the trunk, and they are called into action, they don’t miss a beat. BS have dangers that lurk: gravel, dung, dirt, and the always terminal broken strap. The old saying “Don’t knock a fella til you walk a mile in his shoes” is a good one, but “Never forget the importance of BS” is great!
Puppy bellies, beers, beef jerky, no shoes, loud farts, lawn chairs with beer holders, country music playing from a cheap boom box, no shoes, more beer, dogs playing, the smell of lighter fluid on the briquettes, toes in the grass, more beer, peeing on the fence, peeing on the orange tree, more beer, adding enough lighter fluid to the Q to make a mushroom cloud, change Hank jr cd to Hank sr cd, more beer, pee on grapefruit tree, clean the grill over the fire with lighter fluid, pee on the fence again, wash hands and get the meat on the grill, start counting beers that are left, flip meat, more beer, chase dogs from the grill, take shirt off and replace with favorite sleeves shirt that says” Will Work For Beer”, take meat off the grill and into the house, more beer will eat later, scratch puppy bellies, scratch my belly, hike up britches and pee on fence, change cd to Elvis Live at Las Vegas, more beer cause the party is just starting…it is only 7pm!
OK, you get the idea. Lately, I have been looking online at cities that I could move to if they meet the Hillbilly’s standards. Fernly Nevada is looking pretty good. http://www.cityoffernley.org/ I know they have a tavern with karaoke, I need a golf course, bowling alley, and fishing hole.
So the crap pile who sent the poison laced letters is a self-proclaimed “liberal” and “christian.” Of course, he has proved he is only a liberal, and not a Christian. I have read The Bible, and nowhere do I find a command to murder political figures. But liberal are just fine with murder if it fits their views. Think abortion and legal suicide.
For the Check Muslims? I am still developing my take on the Boston Bombing, and I have questions about what, or what is not, being reported by the government. Quite a few years ago, I would have not even entertained the thought that our government would have a hand in acts of violence against our citizens, but Waco and Ruby Ridge changed all of that. I also see the Civil War as an act of violence that targeted American citizens. Read Gen Lee’s writings on the subject.
Back to the Chech Muslims. If they are the real culprits, we have a serious problem: These dudes are bad ass. They are the number one choice for terrorist to fill their ranks. And here is the kicker, how many of them are here in the states illegally? If we get shafted with the Amnasty Plan, brought to you by the unpatriotic Gang of 8, they will become citizens, along with all their family members who are not even in the country! I bet this is not being discussed on the news channels. Yet this simple Hillbilly in Cali can figure it out. I will go as far to say that there are evil forces behind the scenes in D.C. that want this. They want a reason to use federal law enforcement agencies against these folks, and then ultimately against any citizen who objects to the socialization of America.
Their is hope. The bombing in Boston may blow up the hopes of the anti-gun, pro-illegal alien supporters: More people may see the need to arm themselves and tighten who the heck is getting into our country. The gun control bill will shot down the other day and Obammy and Biden were pissed. If “Shamnasty” for illegals dies, and I think it will, it will expose the GOP phonies like Rubio and McCain for what they are: Team players for the political machine in DC. Yup, Rubio’s career is done. The GOP’s Cuban poster boy has been exposed as a fraud.
OK, I have to shut this down and work on a Fab Friday post. One with lots of beer, country music, and pork skins!
Also, you notice how the media stopped reporting on the murders of the D.A. in Texas when they found out it was not a White Aryan group? Just saying:)
April 15th, the last day suck it up, and watch your hard-earned dollars to taken from you. It has been one hundred years since the passage of the unconstitutional amendment was passed. The Revenue Tax of 1812 was put into place to help fund the Civil War. As I have said before, the war was much more than just abolishing slavery! A long story made short, thanks to the Progressives and Socialist, not to mention some phony conservatives of the day, got this great devil of an amendment passed.
I have always wondered why we the taxpayer are burden with filing forms and not the government? Why did the feds not go for a Flat Tax? Why? Because it would have limited the influence and control the feds would have over individuals, and the states. It is the same with federal mandated health insurance! It is about control of people and wealth.
This is just my opinion, and a person can spend a lifetime researching and writing on this subject. We are no longer a nation of free-living, independent individualist. We now have a large population of folks who believe the federal government is their god/care giver, and that they are entitled to products and services that they refuse to provide for themselves. Dependency on the government is slavery, something that the Civil War was supposed to abolish.
Yup, lets hear it for beer! I have been grinding all week. Three golf matches in extremely windy conditions…..well that ain’t the issue, try three golf matches where I was unable to drink beer afterwards due to the fact the school district does not allow coaches to drink and transport players! Give me the good ol’ days when I was in high school and my building construction teacher kept a twelve pack of Mille High Life bottles in his office fridge. I remember him sending to fetch him an ice pack, and he warned me not to touch his beer. While I did not touch em’, I did stand and stare at em’ like I had found a Playboy magazine. And my history teacher who kept a warm up bottle of bourbon for his morning coffee. Yes, the good old days.
Anyways, I am down to thirty-one working days, which means after today, I am down to six Fridays. Once vacation hits, everyday becomes foamie, and every hour is happy, and this Hillbilly is reminded why he graduated college: To weasel into a job that affords me my chosen lifestyle: Don’t work hard,and make just enough money to drink beer, golf, fish, hit the gym, bbq, and feed the dogs. This is also why God keeps me poor: He knows how dangerous a rich, non-working Hillbilly can be. Charlie Sheem is Charlie Brown compared to me:)
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