The Call

Not talking about the 80’s band, but rather the phone call I am praying for from my vet. Like I postewd earlier, if the boys are able to keep the grub in their boilers, they are going to be sent home. I have not seen them since Sunday, 3:30pm. It is now Wednesday, so by the time I travel to pick them up, it will have been 72 hours of no B.W. and Bill-Willy. Since I helped deliver them on August 17th, 2012, I have seen them every day. This remeinded me of the fact that when my father was alive, I never went more than two weeks without seeing him, and he died when I was 31 years old. I guess one could say I need to get out and travel more, but most of the greatest things in my life are very near to my back yard and ice chest.

Settle down folks, you know if I mention a band, I am going to post a video 🙂 My question is: Where are the plugging their equipment in at? This really is green energy.

Two Sick Puppies

No, I am not talking about those two broads from the flick Monster, I am talking about my boys; B.W. and Bill-Willy. I knew something was up Tuesday evening when I had all the fixins’ for the bbq ready to go. This is the green light that all the dogs wait for. Usually, the two boys and thier sister, Tula, start jumping up, and twirling at first sight of me grabbing the goods, and really go ballistic when I go for my beer. They know what is about to go down in the backyard. This past Tuesday night, all this mess was going down, except B.W. was missing. I found him sleeping on his cushion. He saw the beer in my hand, but he was not moving. I checked him out,( don’t forget, I am not a vet, but I play one when I have a beer in my hand), no belly pain, eyes were clear, and breath was….not bad! I checked the yard, and garage, for anything that he could have consumed. Negative for bad stuff, other than a few piles of dog doo. Then It struck me, he likes to party in the cat box like it is 1999! I am talking Cat Crapcycles, Poop-Pies, ect. I figure he just ate too much kitylitter covered poop. He is just now starting to move around, other than when he is hurling his innards out. Wednesday morning, his brother Bill-Willy comes down with the same malady. Same story as B.W.

Granted, I still have four other dogs to hang with and drink beer, and sing Hank Jr. tunes with, but I miss my boys! They are seven months old and it seems they have been part of the family for seventy years. I am hoping the can pull themselves together by tonight, because I don’t know where I will find the cash to take them to the real vet’s office, and two, it is Friday, their favorite party with dad day. I figure their raiding the litter box days are over:)

Back In The Saddle

Yup, that’s right. The flu bug may have won a battle, but I just one the war! In other words, I was able to shoot a decent nine holes of golf yesterday during my team’s match. I have said this before, that coaching high school golf is the greatest gig a coach can have, because we play the same nine as do the teams! No other high school sport allows this. Thank goodness! Most of my buddies who coach other sports, like football, and wrestling, would smash the best of their players. I am sure the school’s insurance company would not be very happy about this. As of now, I am still able to beat the best of my players. This is what makes golf so great, it ain’t the age of the player, but the amount of time, and effort, that the player has under their belt. A ten years old kid, who has been playing for five years, can beat a 40-year-old who has been playing for two years. In other words, grand children can compete with their gramps! Gramps could also beat his kid. Not very many sports allow the entire family to play for a life time. And no, checkers is not a sport!

Solutions To America’s Problems: It Ain’t That Tuff

I heard today that Obama junked the Keystone pipeline. And Pelosi was quick to support him. Instead of going into details why I think these politicians and their handlers are denying we Americans access to our natural resources, I will tell you what should be done instead.

Somewhere in North Dakota, or in the other states where there is an abundance of shale, and natural gas, there must be a private land owner who sets atop of some of these reserves. They need to drill on their own! Screw the feds. I would make the ground breaking ceremony national news. I would screen,and invite 20,000 armed citizens. I would also recruit a team of conservative lawyers who believe that the constitution is not a living breathing document. And I would be sure that all the alphabet soup news channels were present also. Then I would drill!

I know that the federal government would not hesitate to go Ruby Ridge, or Waco Texas on us. The difference is, they would be unable to spin their unconstitutional actions as legal. People are going broke because of our insane natural resources policies. Canada is about to tell us to F-off, and go into partnership with the Chi-Coms. All the while we are being told that this will some how damage our environment so bad, that it is not worth it.
Damn it, we are the cleanest first world nation on the friggin planet. Technology that we have now, would insure that we still will be, even if we go full throttle production of our resources.
If you notice, those who keep us from doing what is right are the limo-libtards, the RHINO ultra rich GOP’ers, and the flea-bitten don’t work hippie squatters. All the while, the hard-working, fun-loving American Joe, and Josephine get screwed.
Is it time to take a stand and draw a line in the sand? I say you’re darn straight it is!

Public Schools Teach Shame To American Children (via Short Little Rebel)

Last night, cuddling with my 11, 10 & 7 kids, I asked some casual questions about school.  Specifically, history questions.  Some comments of theirs in the past bothered me and I wanted to delve into the matter a bit.  As I said on a previous post, "my antennae were wiggling."  Needless to say, my an … Read More

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