So a little over a year ago, I bought my youngest daughter a car. Being the cheap skate that I am, I only paid $150 for it. It is an much older Honda Civic that has been through hell. But it runs, oh, when it wants to. My daughter hasn't wanted to drive it in the winter, but she is getting excited to drive it during the summer. Meanwhile, she has been driving my cars back and forth to where she needs to go.
About a week ago she wanted to go see a friend. I said sure, but she needed to drive her car. She was pretty excited and decided to go. She left and a while later called and said she was going to town. I asked if she wouldn't stop by the store in our town before heading to the bigger town.
The phone rings and she tells me the car is parked outside the store and won't start. Okay, so I will be there in a few minutes to get her.
Meanwhile, her friend and her friend's father have arrived at our house to pick up my daughter to take her to the other town. I explain to the father that the car won't start and I am going to go tow the car home. He askes if I have done this before and I tell him, yep, plenty of times. He says okay, but he will follow me down to the car.
We get to the Honda and push it out to the street, so I can hook it up to my car. Now, I have to tell you, I love to drive my Ford Festiva. It's a light weight, little car, that looks like a roller skate. It does not have air bags or anything that if hit, will save people in the car. It is an old sardine can, only holding 4 1/2 bodies inside, but it can hold three big bails of hay in the backend. Lol, that is another story for another time.
So the father looks on skeptically, but I assure him we can do this. So I back my Festiva in front of the Honda and pull out the straps I have in the back of the Festiva, they are actually motorcycle straps, not meant to pull cars. Now dad is really looking at me like I am crazy. I again assure him that my daughter and I have done this before. He hooks the cars together and sees there is only a two feet gap between the cars, more skeptical looks from him.
My daughter and I have a system, we have done this before and she knows she will have to be my brakes, I am the engine. It starts to sprinkle and I roll my window down. We have five miles to get back to the house, so we start. At the first stop sign I wave to her, out my window, not to stop. Next stop sign the same. The Honda weighs substantially more than the Festiva and I don't want to stop and go repeatedly.
We finally hit the highway and get the cars up to fifty miles an hour. I look in the rear view mirror one time and realize all I can see is the windshield on her car. So from here on out I look at the side view mirror. We are getting close to the house, but it is an uphill struggle and then my driveway is really uphill. So I am thinking I can't slow up, because I will never be able to pull her up to the house; and now I see headlights coming down the hill in our direction. No way am I slowing down.
I have my arm out the window and am really waving it to let her know I do not want to slow down. The driveway approaches and I make my turn. Okay, so I forgot her car was not on, therefore, she did not have power steering. Oops! She tries to manuver into the driveway, but can't cut the turn I made. Instead she accidentally does the pit manuver on the Festiva.
I have my dog in the front sit of the car with me, as the car begins to fly into a 180 degree motion, she flies into the windshield, in what I think is slow motion. Her face plants on the glass and she has a "what the fuck?" kind of look in her eyes. The car comes to a stop within seconds, though it did feel longer and I jump out of my car. My daughter jumps out of her car and begins to apologize, but all I can do is laugh.
There was no damage done to either car, though at the speed we were going, the Festiva should have flip. We were way lucky and I think I had better get bigger tow straps. LOL
4/10/09
4/6/09
I peed in the wrong pool
My momma always told me, stupid is as stupid does.
So, I just get done blogging, post my blog, sign off on my computer, and head for work.
Step out the door, foot to the ground, and WHAM! Step on a damned screw that was in a "piece of art" of Liz's. More like a PIECE OF SHIT! Ya, I said it.
So now I am trying to hop around, the "art" was on about a 2x3 piece of wood, BUT everytime I move my foot, the damned board moves with me. FUCK!
So now I am yelling mother fucker over and over cuz I can't quite shake the thing, until I fall over into the garbage cans, now it finally falls off my foot. Mother fucker!
Blood is gushing out, it's a pretty good hole in my foot, about the size of an eraser and a little over an inch deep, again, mother fucker!
I finally had to open the door and yell mother fucker, before my daughter realized something was wrong. Now I really didn't want to trail blood around the house, so I tell her to get a towel, she is running around like a chicken with it's head cut off, it didn't help I was still yelling mother fucker and telling her to do like 5 things now!
Finally, after calling work and telling them I was going for Tetnus shot and getting in the car, my daugther driving like a madman, things begin to calm down. I tell my daughter to slow down, it's not like it's an emergency.
So, all's well, that end's well. I now have ANOTHER perscription, add that to my list of have to takes. My pills look that they just came out of the movie "Valley of the Dolls", all different colors and sizes, greens, reds, whites, yellows. hmmmmmmmmmmm
So, I just get done blogging, post my blog, sign off on my computer, and head for work.
Step out the door, foot to the ground, and WHAM! Step on a damned screw that was in a "piece of art" of Liz's. More like a PIECE OF SHIT! Ya, I said it.
So now I am trying to hop around, the "art" was on about a 2x3 piece of wood, BUT everytime I move my foot, the damned board moves with me. FUCK!
So now I am yelling mother fucker over and over cuz I can't quite shake the thing, until I fall over into the garbage cans, now it finally falls off my foot. Mother fucker!
Blood is gushing out, it's a pretty good hole in my foot, about the size of an eraser and a little over an inch deep, again, mother fucker!
I finally had to open the door and yell mother fucker, before my daughter realized something was wrong. Now I really didn't want to trail blood around the house, so I tell her to get a towel, she is running around like a chicken with it's head cut off, it didn't help I was still yelling mother fucker and telling her to do like 5 things now!
Finally, after calling work and telling them I was going for Tetnus shot and getting in the car, my daugther driving like a madman, things begin to calm down. I tell my daughter to slow down, it's not like it's an emergency.
So, all's well, that end's well. I now have ANOTHER perscription, add that to my list of have to takes. My pills look that they just came out of the movie "Valley of the Dolls", all different colors and sizes, greens, reds, whites, yellows. hmmmmmmmmmmm
Oh no you di’int, not in my pool!!
In this world there sure does seem to be some truly disappointingly stupid people.
Take for instance, the kids who video taped themselves making Molotov cocktails and then actually using them to burn down buildings. Come on, video tape yourself? Okay now you are labeled dumb, but not only did they do that, but someone thought it would be a nice finishing touch to put their names to the video. Hello? Anyone home?
Do we really want people like this in the gene pool? I think if we were to do an estimation of dim-witted and smart people, our IQ’s would drop substantial by allowing them to be a part of the human race.
How about the idiots who go on Judge Judy to sue their, oh, ex’s? It usually turns out that the ex has filed a counter suit; which would have never occurred to them until the mindless one files. Judge Judy listens carefully, berates them a few times, and oh let’s see, finds in favor of the ex! Because thick headed people think they are smarter than the average intelligent person, including Judge Judy.
I do get a kick out of her and the way she is trying to eliminate the shallow end of the gene pool by telling these people not to mate; not that they listen.
But without these truly dense, ill-bred people, where would people like me find entertainment? I truthfully don’t think I am in the kiddy pool with all the idiots, but find myself in the endangered pool, trying to keep my head above water, because the idiots have decided we need to have some kind of weight put on us, the weight of their asinine thinking! They feel we should heed their advice. Really? Uh, let me think on this for a second.
When, in our youth, it is decided who is to go on to the above intelligent pool and the “uh, oh, you stole my eggo” bunch? Is there a certain class that needs to be given to help strengthen the gene pool or when they hit 13, is it too late? I actually think it is the second one, because at 13, they now know more than their parents and teachers.
So maybe there is hope for the under 13 age group, maybe we should stand up and start mentoring them and hope for a brighter future, that is not lit up by Molotov cocktails.
Take for instance, the kids who video taped themselves making Molotov cocktails and then actually using them to burn down buildings. Come on, video tape yourself? Okay now you are labeled dumb, but not only did they do that, but someone thought it would be a nice finishing touch to put their names to the video. Hello? Anyone home?
Do we really want people like this in the gene pool? I think if we were to do an estimation of dim-witted and smart people, our IQ’s would drop substantial by allowing them to be a part of the human race.
How about the idiots who go on Judge Judy to sue their, oh, ex’s? It usually turns out that the ex has filed a counter suit; which would have never occurred to them until the mindless one files. Judge Judy listens carefully, berates them a few times, and oh let’s see, finds in favor of the ex! Because thick headed people think they are smarter than the average intelligent person, including Judge Judy.
I do get a kick out of her and the way she is trying to eliminate the shallow end of the gene pool by telling these people not to mate; not that they listen.
But without these truly dense, ill-bred people, where would people like me find entertainment? I truthfully don’t think I am in the kiddy pool with all the idiots, but find myself in the endangered pool, trying to keep my head above water, because the idiots have decided we need to have some kind of weight put on us, the weight of their asinine thinking! They feel we should heed their advice. Really? Uh, let me think on this for a second.
When, in our youth, it is decided who is to go on to the above intelligent pool and the “uh, oh, you stole my eggo” bunch? Is there a certain class that needs to be given to help strengthen the gene pool or when they hit 13, is it too late? I actually think it is the second one, because at 13, they now know more than their parents and teachers.
So maybe there is hope for the under 13 age group, maybe we should stand up and start mentoring them and hope for a brighter future, that is not lit up by Molotov cocktails.
4/5/09
Hiding in Plain Sight
When I was younger there was no such thing, in my eyes, as racism. I was raised military and we accepted all ways of life. A friend was just that, a friend. It didn’t matter what color they were or where they came from, so long as they accepted you for who you were.
When we finally came back from a year long stint of Europe, I felt comfortable at my new schools. Again there wasn’t racism, because the schools I went into happened to be located by a military base and we were integrated with military and non military children.
So a couple of years ago someone asked me if we had Hispanics when I was in school and I told them that I really couldn’t remember any. It was that there weren’t any, I just didn’t see the difference between them and myself. Some of the Hispanic kid’s parents were military, so they were no different than me. In fact, some of the people I hung out with daily at school were Hispanic. I had to look through the yearbook to see.
But I do remember looking in the local newspaper and being able to tell when the farm seasons were opened up. The arrests for Hispanic people increased substantially. And even then, we would have raids at local factories by the INS and the Hispanics would scatter.
Now there is no hiding. The illegal aliens in this part of the country are bold almost to the point of knowing nothing is going to be done to them. Now they blend in with the rest of society. Why should they hide, nothing is going to be done to them, every one knows who they are, where they are; it's a running joke.
I don’t mind my country, our country, being the melting pot of the world, but there has to be something we can do to make our country safe and secure. I hate the fact that I have to lock my doors every single night; I used to not do this. I hate the fact that if there is a party for the town, in summer, at night, there is going to be fights, 90% between Hispanics. I hate the fact that more and more illegal’s are moving in, finding ways around our laws and thinking that we, the Americans, owe them something because they have come here to work in our fields
.
I hate to burst so many bubbles out there, but the illegal’s I have met, have never worked in the fields. I have worked in the fields. My employer actually hires Mexicans, from Mexico, to come up here and work our fields. They are not illegal, they are documented. Over the last couple of years, they made more money than I did, working for the same company.
Let me tell you, when they are hired through the legal channels, they are to have a few things for them when they get here.
· They are to have proper housing, furnished. It must have beds, bed linens, tables, chairs, dishes, silverware, pots, and pans. Remember this is to be ready when they get here.
· We are to pay for travel from the Mexican border to the place of employment.
· Their wages are a good deal more than minimum.
· They are to be furnished with toilet paper.
I know they work hard, but if John Doe were to apply for the same job, but he checks the “Caucasian” box, all the employer has to offer him is minimum wage.
Some of these people will go back willingly, some will not. And then when they stay, they become illegal.
I don’t mind if these people come over legally and then want to stay and “apply” for a more permanent stay. I don’t mind that they want to become a productive citizen. But even those that are illegal, using someone else’s information, they claim “exempt” on taxes, so they don’t pay taxes, or they are paid under the table and do not pay taxes.
So who do you think pays for them to go to the doctor or a hospital bill? How about electric bills or phone bills? They use alias names, sometimes having multiple, when they apply for phones, or satellite TV, or go to the doctor. How are these businesses suppose to collect from figments of the imagination?
This is why I think we need to really crack down on this situation. And here are some ways I think would really work:
· When having a baby, if any of the participants are non American persons, NO AUTOMATIC CITIZENSHIP. That means they cannot cross into the USA and have babies, making their babies US citizens, then expect us to pay for their birth and now take care of them for the rest of their lives.
· Want to buy something? Prove you are supposed to live here! No cars, no homes, no boats, only things to eat, food to help you get back home.
· If you apply to live and work in the United States, you will not be able to get ANY benefits from the government, including Food Stamps. You should be able to take care of your family without help, otherwise, stay in your own country, don't come to my country and expect us to hand anything out. I don't go to other countries expecting the riches of their countries to fall into my hands.
· I believe non-residents should have a sponsor in the United States that will vouch for their welfare, their actions. This way if the application is granted, the sponsor will be responsible if the non-resident gets into trouble. And no more open seasons allowing people breaking the law to get immunity to stay in my country. I don't think so!
When we finally came back from a year long stint of Europe, I felt comfortable at my new schools. Again there wasn’t racism, because the schools I went into happened to be located by a military base and we were integrated with military and non military children.
So a couple of years ago someone asked me if we had Hispanics when I was in school and I told them that I really couldn’t remember any. It was that there weren’t any, I just didn’t see the difference between them and myself. Some of the Hispanic kid’s parents were military, so they were no different than me. In fact, some of the people I hung out with daily at school were Hispanic. I had to look through the yearbook to see.
But I do remember looking in the local newspaper and being able to tell when the farm seasons were opened up. The arrests for Hispanic people increased substantially. And even then, we would have raids at local factories by the INS and the Hispanics would scatter.
Now there is no hiding. The illegal aliens in this part of the country are bold almost to the point of knowing nothing is going to be done to them. Now they blend in with the rest of society. Why should they hide, nothing is going to be done to them, every one knows who they are, where they are; it's a running joke.
I don’t mind my country, our country, being the melting pot of the world, but there has to be something we can do to make our country safe and secure. I hate the fact that I have to lock my doors every single night; I used to not do this. I hate the fact that if there is a party for the town, in summer, at night, there is going to be fights, 90% between Hispanics. I hate the fact that more and more illegal’s are moving in, finding ways around our laws and thinking that we, the Americans, owe them something because they have come here to work in our fields
.
I hate to burst so many bubbles out there, but the illegal’s I have met, have never worked in the fields. I have worked in the fields. My employer actually hires Mexicans, from Mexico, to come up here and work our fields. They are not illegal, they are documented. Over the last couple of years, they made more money than I did, working for the same company.
Let me tell you, when they are hired through the legal channels, they are to have a few things for them when they get here.
· They are to have proper housing, furnished. It must have beds, bed linens, tables, chairs, dishes, silverware, pots, and pans. Remember this is to be ready when they get here.
· We are to pay for travel from the Mexican border to the place of employment.
· Their wages are a good deal more than minimum.
· They are to be furnished with toilet paper.
I know they work hard, but if John Doe were to apply for the same job, but he checks the “Caucasian” box, all the employer has to offer him is minimum wage.
Some of these people will go back willingly, some will not. And then when they stay, they become illegal.
I don’t mind if these people come over legally and then want to stay and “apply” for a more permanent stay. I don’t mind that they want to become a productive citizen. But even those that are illegal, using someone else’s information, they claim “exempt” on taxes, so they don’t pay taxes, or they are paid under the table and do not pay taxes.
So who do you think pays for them to go to the doctor or a hospital bill? How about electric bills or phone bills? They use alias names, sometimes having multiple, when they apply for phones, or satellite TV, or go to the doctor. How are these businesses suppose to collect from figments of the imagination?
This is why I think we need to really crack down on this situation. And here are some ways I think would really work:
· When having a baby, if any of the participants are non American persons, NO AUTOMATIC CITIZENSHIP. That means they cannot cross into the USA and have babies, making their babies US citizens, then expect us to pay for their birth and now take care of them for the rest of their lives.
· Want to buy something? Prove you are supposed to live here! No cars, no homes, no boats, only things to eat, food to help you get back home.
· If you apply to live and work in the United States, you will not be able to get ANY benefits from the government, including Food Stamps. You should be able to take care of your family without help, otherwise, stay in your own country, don't come to my country and expect us to hand anything out. I don't go to other countries expecting the riches of their countries to fall into my hands.
· I believe non-residents should have a sponsor in the United States that will vouch for their welfare, their actions. This way if the application is granted, the sponsor will be responsible if the non-resident gets into trouble. And no more open seasons allowing people breaking the law to get immunity to stay in my country. I don't think so!
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