Archive for the ‘ramdom thoughts’ category

CALL ME A ASS

January 26, 2013

Alright just call me a ass. I don’t care . If you say any thing against someone ‘s hero you must be a a ass in this country.

I just read were they are trying to name a Mississippi River bridge after Stan Musial. I have nothing against Stan. If they wanted to name a ball park after him great. A bridge is stupid. Most likely the only thing this guys knows about bridges. They keep you from getting wet.

I live out side of Jackson, MS. They just spent a couple of million dollars to rename the Jackson airport. Wiley Medgar Evers airport. Oh let me back up. They original spent two million to name it Medgar Evers airport. Someone got their feeling hurt because they didn’t place his first name on it so the changed it again. Most people didn’t even know his first name was Wiley.

As for as I know Mr. Evers knew nothing about flying or like me cared nothing about it. He was local civil rights leader. Because of this a few people felt like he should have a airport named after him. Forget anyone connected to flying.

There are several libraries in Jackson. The main one is named after Eudora Welty. A home girl that became world famous. Most of the others are name after civil rights leaders. None of which were great readers or writers as for as I know.

In my opinion we all pay taxes so in all fairness nothing should be named after any body that hasn’t been dead for at least one hundred years. That way the tax payers aren’t paying for someone’s cousin that gave someone some money or helped them out in life.

Like I started, call me a ass. Still that is how I feel.

THE DEATH MERCHANT

January 22, 2013

He opened the door and extended his hand. His shake definitely wasn’t a cold fish nor was it a vice. His grip was impersonal if there is such a thing. His hands felt dry and chalky. They weren’t the hard working or hard playing hands of a young man. These were manicured hands. The nails contained no polish, yet buffed to a high gloss.
“Come in.” His voice showed no sentiment at all. He was, I suppose 35 going on 60. Each word seemed handpicked as needed. Not one was wasted. Each served its purpose. Each syllable conceivably coming from a small daily allocation. This was apparent by how cautious he chose each.
I soon learned he spoke more contentedly with his hands. They appeared to be much more at ease than his constricted tongue. He touched my shoulder nonchalantly .It felt as if a feather had fallen on it.
“This way please.” His hand spoke, guiding me to the closed-door room. When we arrived, again as if deprived of speech he opened both doors and gestured me in the direction of the casket. I could feel his feather like hand on my shoulder. He must have supposed without some coaxing, I might turn and run.
I was now contemplating what my mother was once. I examined her like a cast-off coat placed gently in the closet for its last time. My mother had gone on leaving only this old worn garment behind for us to morn.
I noticed the feather light hand was no longer on my shoulder. I looked around and saw the death merchant now standing quietly in the back of the room. His hands were now hushed each holding tightly to the other.
I chose to look over my shoulder at the merchant since it was less painful than looking down. He stood there with his pale skin and pale gray suite on staring at his own feet with his pale gray eyes. I still knew that by some means he was watching me. Maybe I was a reflection in his highly polished shoes.
Throughout the next hour or so, he was there but never there. I never heard him speak, yet when the time come to move I felt his feather light fingers.
This merchant of death gave me no contentment. This death merchant took none from me.

OBAMA CARE THE OTHER SIDE

January 21, 2013

Before you even try to read this I would like to make one single request.

Forget the fact that you like or hate Obama. Also, please forget what you think of the congress or the supreme court. This would be a hard thing for me to do. Simply, because I think they all should be thrown out on their ear and new people put in their place. I understand this will not happen in my life time.

With this said I will get into the meat of the subject.

The only two insurances that I know at the moment the government has full control over is disability social security and medicare. Even the lateral is often ran through large companies.

Now think about this not from the point of not liking or liking some elected official.

I believe you will agree that both disability and medicaid-medicare are screwed ups. Medicare and medicaid are two huge black holes that pay out millions in fraudulent claims. Have you ever heard one policy holder talk about how great it is.

How about this. A insurance company with a do-nut hole. You are trying to decide where to eat dog food or pay for your deductibles when you run out of insurance for the year. I can’t help but wonder what someone 19 year old on welfare would do if they got shorted their November and December checks.

Now, how many people have you ever known that didn’t have to hire a lawyer to get their disability started. At least 75% win at their first hearing. Another words this company if in the public sector would be known a s a bad pay company and would soon be out of business.

To quote Nancy Pelosi, “”We just have to pass it to read it.”

What if Blue Cross said, You just got to pay the premium a few months before we tell you what is covered.

It shouldn’t be refereed to as Obama Care. It should be called Government Care. A lot of people might take a closer look

5 surgeons

January 19, 2013

I have read this before but I just had to pass it along.

Five surgeons from big cities are discussing who makes the Best
patients to operate on.

The first surgeon, from New York, says, ‘I like to see accountants
on my operating table because when you open them up, everything
inside is numbered.’

The second, from Chicago, responds, ‘Yeah, but you should try
electricians! Everything inside them is color coded.’

The third surgeon, from Dallas, says, ‘No, I really think librarians
are the best, everything inside them is in alphabetical order.’

The fourth surgeon, from Los Angeles chimes in: ‘You know, I like
construction workers…Those guys always understand when you have
a few parts left over.’

But the fifth surgeon, from Washington , DC shut them all up when
he observed: ‘You’re all wrong. Politicians are the easiest to operate on.
There’s no guts, no heart, no balls, no brains, and no spine..
Plus, the head and the ass are interchangeable.’

Christmas Love Notes

December 18, 2012

I am not much on sharing my personal life on the blog. Today I feel in the Christmas spirit so I will.

 

Hi Sweetheart, 

I am sorry about getting into an argument about putting up the Holiday lights.  I guess that sometimes I feel like you are pushing me too hard when you want something.  I realize that I was wrong and I am apologizing for being such a hard-headed guy.  All I want is for you to be happy and be able to enjoy the holiday season.  Nothing brightens the holidayspirit like holiday lights!  I took the time to hang the lights for you today; and now I will be off to the hockey rink. 

Again, I am very sorry for the way I acted yesterday.  I’ll be home later. 

Love you 

gary
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Her response -
   

Hi Honey, 
 
Thank you for that heart-felt apology.  I don’t often get an apology from you, and I truly appreciate it.
  I, too, felt bad about the argument and wanted to apologize.  I realize that I can sometimes be a little pushy.  I will try to respect your feelings from now on.  Thank you for taking the time to hang the holiday lights for me.  It really means a lot.  In the spirit of giving, I washed your truck for you; and now I am off to the mall. 

I love you too! 

Pam
 
 
 
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Miss Eudora Welty and Me

December 3, 2012

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You may remember that I wrote earlier about my wife getting into Christmas. She loves the season. The tree goes up the day after Thanksgiving. We even made our mini trip to the town of Canton to see the lights already this year.

 

I don’t get started quiet so early. My Christmas season begins the night I start reading a book named Christmas Stories From Mississippi. My daughter gave me this book twelve years ago this Christmas. I read it every year. I start in early December and try to stretch it out until at least Christmas eve.

 

It starts with a story written by Eudora Welty and ends with Christmas Revisited written by Willie Morris. Both of these are well-known Mississippi authors. Its packed with stories and essays by other authors from Mississippi not as well known.

 

To me reading this book is like going to your grandmother’s house on Christmas day and seeing all your aunts and uncles you haven’t seen since last Christmas. With this said, Willie is my favorite and Eudora is like the aunt that keeps telling the kids quiet down and set up straight at the table.

 

Maybe I am aging but Miss Welty is growing on me. Last night as I read her account of an old black woman going to Natchez to get medicine for her sick grandson I almost found myself glad to see her after a year.

 

In the past I read her story to get to the next. If you don’t know Eudora Welty she is very well-respected in the literary world. She actually grew up lived and died within twenty-mile of my house. I once read Delta Wedding by her. I didn’t like it.

 

Miss Welty has received honors from countries all over the world. In France she was treated as if she was one of their own. Go figure. Now we may know why a red neck from Mississippi doesn’t exactly line up with her.

 

The last story in the book is written by my favorite of all Willie Morris. It is titled Christmas Revisited  When I read the last sentence of this story. It is like saying good-by to your grandparents late Christmas day. Your tired and ready to go home to play with your gifts but still you can’t hardly stand to say good-by. After all it will be another year before everyone gets back together.

 

Again this is what make this book so great. Unlike life they all will be there next year the same age and exactly how you left them. Maybe the last page makes me sad because I know that my real family as well myself will be a year older.

 

Maybe I am just a big old sentimental slob.

 

Anyway I will end with a happy note today. Aunt Eudora and I have seemed to found a neutral ground.

Too Soon For Christmas

November 25, 2012

Christmas starts a little too early at my house. It actually starts the day after Thanksgiving to be exact. My wife loves Christmas. You might even call her a Christmas Addict.
Typically I have to work the Friday after Thanksgiving. That means I get to miss out on all the decorating. This year I was off so guess how I spent my Friday morning.
If you haven’t guessed, I will tell you. Hand me that, tack this there. Move it to the right. That is too far move it back some the other way. Not that way, the other way. Then there was get that down. Be careful with that.
Yes my friends, for me work is where I belong on black and dark Friday.
The afternoon was spent looking through piles of stomped on items at the mall. To her credit she did take me to a very nice restaurant. I had a bowl of soup and a $15.00 hamburger. I don’t guess any one told this place that it was Black Friday and they needed to reduce their prices.
Saturday night we went to a little town about twenty miles away. It is Canton Mississippi. It is a small little country town. To its credit there have been several movies made there. They call their self the city of lights. I guess the town square of lights simply wouldn’t sound as appealing.
The town happens to be the county seat. That means there is a very old court-house in the center of the town square. Unlike most little sleepy Mississippi towns ever store is filled. This tiny little town has 324 restaurants in it. I looked it up. The people are truly happy and fat. That of course is my kind of place.
Starting on Black Friday night until January the first every year the square turns into a huge Christmas scene.
My photography is almost as bad as my writing, yet I still decided to attach a couple of pics.










My Yesterdays

November 21, 2012

Maybe it is age or maybe there is something in some of us that simply makes us different. In my family I am the different one.

 

My wife and kids, even my grandchildren seem to have no interest in yesterday. They only want to know about today and sometimes tomorrow.

 

My bucket list and my wife’s are to totally different things. My wife’s is more typical. She wants to visit far away places and see new things. I to share many of those same desires. Still, I have a bigger bucket I suppose. I want to stand where Willie Morris stood and wrote. I want to go up the road a piece to see his grave and then by his old home and perhaps by where his grand parents once lived. I want to retrace some of the steps I took as a kid.

 

I have no interest in reliving the past. Yet I have a burning desire to at least visit it. Maybe I am too sentimental for my own good.

 

Some people take their past and pack it neatly away. Me, my yesterdays, today and tomorrows are all weaved in the same moment

 

Hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving. If you think about it and have a second. Remember one from years gone by that was really special to you. Memories are God’s gift. Hold on to them as long as possible.

 

Write them down then when you grow old and the shadows begin to cross your mind you can read them and remember all over again. They will be like gifts. Just think of the excitement they will bring to you.

Thanksgiving Poem

November 17, 2012

As crazy as the world is today we may not be around come Thanksgiving. I will go ahead and post this one just a little early and not take the chance.

Suppose the gobbler said to his hen?

Go out and chop the old man’s head off.

You know the one with the flowing beard.

The fat one that is strutting around so weird.

I want you to cook him golden tan.

Make sure there is lots of juice in the pan.

 Silly me, you know how I like my man.

Suppose the hen said to the gobbler?

Dear, I invited Bambi for dinner.

Oh great Honey, Thanksgiving wouldn’t be the same without her.

What if Bambi had a gun?

Would all the hunters run?

What if the turkey had an axe?

Would you possibly wax?

Happy holidays

 

 

 

No Texting Please

November 12, 2012

Times sure have changed. My wife and I took my grandson out to a fairly nice restaurant the other night. It was a hibachi grill. Everyone sat around and talked and watched the chief.

Not really, that is how it would have happened a few years ago. This time my wife and I talked while everyone else at the table played on their phone. I mean everyone.

I don’t even know why the poor chief went to the trouble of doing all the tricks with the knives and spatchlers. Besides Pam and myself, no one else looked up.

When the food was placed on the plates most had to finish their texting before they could even eat.

I suppose I am getting old but whatever happen to talking to the person you are with?

I have a question. When I was in my teens, we went parking. This meant finding a secluded place and fog up some windows. What do they do now? Text someone else and talk about romance.

I agree with Einstein. You will see his comment in the last photo.





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