Out with the old........

........in with the New Year.

It's 10:52 on the eve of the New Year.

No racous parties here at the kdzu homesite. Well, Young Frankenstein is on the tube. I love the scene where while holding Terri Garr, whatisname says what huge knockers. And she titters (sorry) and says "why thank you".

I guess I should be thinking of how I need to change things for the new year. Sorry, I tend to do most things on the spur of the moment. No forethought. Very little planning.

Neal Boortz is fond of saying that continuing to do the same thing, over and over, and expecting to get a different result is the defination of insanity. Well there are some who have had doubts about my sanity for many years. Some would include me. They even pay me a little based on that.

Boortz has had some influence on my libertarian leanings over the years. All right, I confess that I did vote for Regan and Bush I & II. The alternatives scared the living hell out of me and still do. But I'm on medication and am doing much better now . They've cured me of thinking that any of the members of our two national parties are worthy of a vote, even to keep out the demons at the door.

I often said that we should have Jimbo Peanut, so the country and economy could collapse and we might be on the path back to constituiional protections of our God give rights. A pipe dream I guess, but at least we wouldn't be actin insanely every four years.

But as is my wont, I digress. This post is supposed to be about how I want to change things inso far as I have power in the coming New Year.

I will not stoop to making resolutions. Those are quickly forgotten or ignored. I'll simply state a few of my goals. All the so called self improvement gurus say you must write them down for you to have a chance of keeping them. Let this be considered my list for 2007.

I will endevor to loose 20 lbs this year. Maybe by next christmas I'll be able to wear a 34 waist pants again.

I will make time to tell those important to me that I love them.

I will save more money. Cutting out the soft drinks and candybar every time I pass a convenience store would help quite a bit there.

I will give service to someone I don't know who needs it.

I will take the steps outlined in all the courses and classes I have paid good money for over the years. Just the money back that I paid for them would come to a tidy sum.

After denying for years that money does not interest me, I confess that it is a strong driving force in my life. I will not be a slave to the pittance that social security claims awaits me in the next 10 years. I might not live that long.

I will strive to better the lives of those I come in contact with.

I will speak out about the insanity that I see around me. Who cares if people are offended. "Stupid is as stupid does", according to Mister Gump. If you can't poke fun at the emporer once in a while, who will tell them their walking around without any clothes? If they can't take a little laughter what good are they anyway?

There are many things that need changing, but let's take it a little slowly at first shall we.

Anyway, a start on some goals for the New Year.

First I've got to clean out a little of the kudzu patch and see where I'm standing. It might be that I'm not on a hill but in a bog.

Happy New Year. And as Tiny Tim said, "God Bless us Everyone", and especially bloggers, many of whome have been very kind to me.

Or was that "Tiptoe thru the Tulips"

Blame it on the drugs.

Prayer Call

Hey Guys, lets send a few prayers up for LL and th’ kiddies OK?

I mean she's always asking for other people. Why not her and th' monkeys for a change.

Can't hurt. Now come on, you know it doesn't.

Aahhh...........

..........what a feeling.

To wake on a beautiful winter morning. Get dressed, and step outside onto the back deck.

The leaves have all fallen and create a brown blanket on the ground. The sun is just coming up in the east. The sky is that beutiful tourquise blue you only get on a crisp winter day, without a cloud in the sky.
The air is clean and invigorating........you breath deeply.......satisfied all is right in the world.

You step out confidently, head up, shoulders back, ready to meet what ever life throws at you. Nothing can mar this feeling........

until..........

.......your foot reaches the ramp and the frost formed during the night, and.....

...you wind up with both feet and both arms up in the air as you lay there on your back like a whore at a gangbang, wondering how in the hell did I get down here?

In slow motion you feel your head bounce off the plywood.....once.... twice. Your heels thud to the floor and you say to yourself.....am I OK? and the answer comes at once, unbidden........No! Then thankfully as your body does a quick systems check, quicker than thought, the second answer..........but, I will be.

Thankfully, my head is harder than my ass, which by tomorrow will sport, I'm sure, the beginnings of a nice bruise.

Black ice. It'll get you quick as kudzu, or quicker.

Let sleeping dogs lie.......

.....a comment on one of Eric's posts reminded me that when I was small my mother related an old wives' tale. Supposedly if you would go up to a sleeping dog when you could see it dreaming, by the whimpering and jerking of legs, and touch it without wakeing it up, you would dream what the dog had dreamed that night.

She told us of how, when she was a small girl she had opportunity to touch a sleeping dog not too long after the annual hog killing and butchering.
Supposedly that night she dreamed of pulling hog guts thru a cattle wire fence with her teeth. Whee!, wouldn't that make you wake up in a cold sweat?

At that time (I was probably 9 or 10 yrs of age) I had a dog named frisky, part collie and part mutt. I loved that dog. She went everywhere I went. I can remember falling asleep in the hay shed with her cuddled up beside me. An inseperable companion except when I was in the house. Mom and Dad had very strict rules about dogs in the house.

One sunny day, late in the summer, I spied Frisky asleep in the grass on the circle in front of the dairy barn, as I left the barn heading to the house to have supper.

Somehow I got the bright idea that it would be great fun to sneak up on Frisky and suprise her and wake her up by shouting and leaping upon her, to which I anticipated a friendly game of chase to ensue.

I know.........
...A little unaware of the ways of the world, and sleeping dogs......., suddenly awakened.

As I shouted and leapt upon her.....

..........she, startled out of a nice sound sleep, and probably dreaming of protecting the farmstead, rolled on her back and struck out with both back feet, raking them from my nipples to my jeans, snarling and growling like she was attacking a bear.

Let me assure you. Most of the time it is best to let sleeping dogs lie. Or wind up like me bleeding profusely and carrying the scars for many years.

Wahoooo!....

The Fat Man has sung, and I survived all the feasting and gifting.

Oh boy, did we eat. From the time I arrived Sunday afternoon till after dark last night. Sugar cookies, crab dip and puffs, turkey from the rotisserie, ham from the oven glazed with Coke_a_Cola, cranberry relish, cream corn tasted fresh off the cob. We had banana pudding (homemade not out of a can) cakes, pies. There was a beautiful ginger bread house, and many more goods than I had room to eat or remember.

I received a gentle hint (not intentional, I'm sure) to loose weight, when I received several pair of jeans 34 in waist instead of 36.
An ergonomical key pad which I'm using now and trying to get used too. may have to rearange the desk drawer and the keypad shelf so it will fit. An executive Parker pen befitting my status as man of the world and blogging fool.

But most of all, I was blessed to be surrounded by the love of my family, All of them I'm so happy to report, even if some had to be visited on Sunday, which made it a most memorable and merry Christmas.

Now to begin the annual diet regime of pistachio nuts and too much chocolate to eat untill all gone. Pistachio nuts will clean you out like a coffee enema. After which perhaps I'll get serious about getting into those pants.

Merry Christmas

Well, perhaps this will put to rest the rumors of my demise.

Nothing much to report on. Hence no blogging. I promise to try to do better.

Had a birthday yesterday. I'm now officially..........

...........wait for it.......

........old enough to know better.

Wish I did. I seem to make the same old mistakes over and over.
Like trying to train a full grown mule. First you have to get his attention by whacking him between the eyes and knocking him to his knees. Then the lessons can begin.

Where does middle age begin now?? Used to be forty, but now maybe 60. Sure hope so.

Looking forward to the Christmas get together at my daughters. Lots of the family and friends will be there and we'll all eat too much.

Till then; to all my friends both old and new.

Merry Christmas and Prayers sent that you'll all have a very happy NEW YEAR!

Sometimes your heart..........

........wants to burst with pride at the concern and love of your fellow countrymen.

Stolen with appreciation from This Guy go and read : This


see if you don't agree.

@#$%^&*

Hear yea, hear yea! Blogger Beta is not allowing people to comment to my rants. This just purely irks the living hell out of me.
Supposedly they are working on it. Whoever the hell they are.
!@#$%^&*()_+
Ya think you would get better service when you don't have to pay for it.

Read this and pass it along

I know how THIS guy feels. And this one . Hopeless, hamstrung, ignored and most of all dishonored by those who sent him.
And they wonder why we come back full of rage, hatred, blind and burning disgust, and an urge to cause harm to worthless REMF's.
We wonder why most people can't see what is as plain as the fists you clench in viscous rage.
We hold in our tears, we make jokes about it, but we don't forget. We can't. We won't.
I think the epitath I'd like put on my tombstone is........

I TOLD YOU SO!

That way, someone 200 or 300 years from now, if not sooner, will see it and say, "He wasn't quite as crazy as he looked".

Someone, I wish I knew who said, "those who will not learn from history, are doomed to repeat it.

If you're my age and participated in the late great Southeast Asia War Games, my sympathies for your having to relive history. If you're to young to understand that, find a Viet Vet. If they be of any intelligence, and have a modicum of communication skills, perhaps you'll come away changed. Perhaps you'll begin to see things with wiser eyes.

I'd weep if I thought it would do any good. I'd blow my brains out or set myself on fire, if I thought it would wake a sleeping giant up.

But I'm only a small speck upon this revolving bit of mud in a vast creation. In the long run.........what will it have mattered?

If there is a God, I wonder what he's thinking about his creation man, who stands only a little below the Angels.

The Kudzu is lush and green tonight. At least the velvety leaves can be used to dry my old, red eyes.

A little.........

..........Giggle at the end of the day.

Stolen from.......Anglelove




Two elderly friends, Bill and Sam, met in the park every day to feed
the pigeons, watch the squirrels and discuss world problems.

One day Bill didn't show up. Sam didn't think much about it, figured maybe
he had a cold or some such.

But after Bill hadn't shown up for a week or so Sam really got worried.
However, since the only time they ever got together was at the park, Sam
didn't know where Bill lived so he was unable to find out what had
happened to him.

A month had past and Sam figured he had seen the last of Bill, but one day
Sam approached the park and lo and behold there sat Bill!

Sam was very excited and happy to see him and told him so. Then he said,
"For crying out loud Bill, what in the world happened to you?"

Bill replied, "I have been in jail."

"Jail?" cried Sam!! "What in the world for?"

"Well," Bill said, "you know Sue, that cute little blonde waitress at the
coffee shop where we sometimes get coffee?"

Yeah" said Sam, I remember her. What about her?"

"Well one day she charged me with rape and I was so proud that when I
got into court, I pled "guilty" and the judge gave me 30 days for
perjury."

I've always........

......loved Kirk Douglas. As as actor, and a man.

.....This
just reaffirms that he's a pretty good ol' boy who learned a few lessons on his journey.

He's right of course. The current generation with the most influence and power has the responsibility to act not only in their best interests but the intrests of the next.

If this country would stop trying to micromanage the moment and plan more for the future, we'd be better off.

Course just look at the a**holes we elect.

Question do we get the government we deserve????

Love to get some response from a few of the 10 or so people who pass thru here each day.

If you don't......

........the Kudzu will get you!

If you don't..........

.......write for a week does that make you less of a blogger.

Lately it seems that some few of the regulars I have been reading have slowed down on their production quite a lot.
Yours truly included.

I could blame it on the rush and hassle of the holidays and the season and all.

It's not like there is nothing going in on the hill lately. The kudzu continues to grow apace. Some days more growth than others. Lately its been coolish hereabouts and the days are shorter so not so much.

Of course I could blog about the lack of decency shown by some of our pop idiots, er I mean idols such as Brittney’s latest. I wonder what old Walt Disney thinks about this?

The nude human form is infinite and varied. I don't give a rats ass if you choose to go around naked all day. If Sophia Loren in her prime walked by naked as the day she was born, all I'd do is admire for a moment and ask if she needed a coat or anything. Unless of course she made it plain the she had amorous designs on my person. Then of course out of courtesy and lust I'd have to try my best to oblige. (Yeah, like that would happen). But, even in my younger days I was able to control the one-eyed pajama snake, or the old velvet headed dragon. Probably due to my protected upbringing, or perhaps seeing the cows and bull, the dogs, the cats and all of nature doing it and thereby testifying to the time and the place being appropriate.

But the sheer audacity of using a shaven puss as a way to grab media attention and hopefully another shot at the lime light is obscene in the ultimate sense.

There must be something left to the imagination to keep your interest. If it's all revealed for the world to see and laught at it looses its value and should and ultimately will be discarded as yesterdays newspaper. Fit only to wrap fish entrails in to be tossed into the garbage can of life.

Such a shame. She, a beautiful girl, with a modicum of talent, has been seduced by the dark side.

Bet the kudzu is green and lush in her mind and soul.

Look ma. No Hands

Stolen from GOC.

href=http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=take&quiz_id=983>What military aircraft are you? F-15 Eagle You are an F-15. Your record in combat is spotless; you've never been defeated. You possess good looks, but are not flashy about it. You prefer to let your reputation do the talking. You are fast, agile, and loud, but reaching the end of your stardom.

Click Here to Take This Quiz Brought to you by YouThink.com quizzes and personality tests.

Reaching the end of my stardom.........WTF. What do they know.

Do they know where the wild kudzu grows?

What a weekend........

.......first,

leave at 7:30 am to go pick up a used Jag at a pawnshop. Hope I don't wind up burned on this one. Good price though. Should be able to turn for about 100% or so.

........Then carefully drive to gas station for gas (did you know these SOBs have to have premium gas. Thank goodness gas has come down from the highs. $2.28 at WalMart in Commerce.

.......Then,
Race up to former post office where they were holding important mail.....

......Over....
.........To the bank at Ingles ( don't you love the convenience).......

......Pick up 11.5 lb sirloin tip sliced 1/2 nches thick.........

....Race....
.........Back home to put the computer in the shop for virus and software problems (couldn't access HP director to download pictures from camera card).

........hurry home to begin chopping sirloin into 1/2 in sq. cubes......

.....Gonna make ......
.............World famous, Championship chili for company in evening. Two of my sisters and one brother-in-law with his daughter.

Now if I were (I'm not) to give out the recepie for this chili, I'd have to kill you and then commit ritual sepku, in atonement. But I will let you know that the sirloin is one ingrediant, then 5 large yellow onions, chopped (depends on how much meat your cooking), 2 large cans Roteil (white label) chopped tomatoes and peppers.

Cooking time.....till done.

Notice I did not mention any water, or beans.
Nor did I give any hint at super secret spice ingridents. So your safe for the moment.

Race back to the Computer store to pick up fixed computer and printer......
.,..back home to check on Chili, mix up and fry (in a skillet with bacon grease, which is the only way real should be fixed)cornbread.....
....welcome guests and show off Jag to brother-in-law. Engage in plesant conversation until the Chile is ready......

.....Then to table, to listen with modest pride to chorus of appreciation of culinary skills. At which table we also solve all the worlds problems, to include, wars, politics, child rearing, religous disssention, and how to win friends and influence people.

A most pleasant time had by all, but I was the most lucky. I didn't have to drive 40 minutes home.

.......and that was just Saturday. Maybe later I'll get to Sunday.