Crazy world.
Milk, pot, scripts, Farmer Jone's mushrooms. Selling contraband to willing customers. Some things just defy logic.
Next thing you know, they'll attack granny, because they know better. Oh wait, they already did that. http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2009/aug/11/getting-rid-of-granny/
Why are they protecting us from ourselves? Because we let them. This could be a moral issue or someone could be making money from this.?
What can we do? We can get involved. Increase our knowledge of the issues. We can complain. We can refuse to wear the blinders that narrow our focus. The blinders that narrow our minds to the answers. We need to look at the issues. Both sides. Question what we read and hear, in a civil manner.
You can see where we are at and you can see where we are going. When only 41% turn out to vote, you end up where we are. http://elections.gmu.edu/Turnout_2010G.html We are being led by a minority.
I'm not saying there are any left/right or right/wrong answers. Somewhere, in between, the answer lies.
Only when we make an "informed" vote, will our country return to it's greatness. With our liberties restored.
But I don't see that happening.
h/t http://thedailystrumpet.blogspot.com/
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Dreaming
Had a good dream this morning.
I was going to town with my mom, dad, and my sister.
We parked the car and were walking around town sightseeing with my mom and dad. My sister waited by the car.
Saw some strange street names. Marylin Monroe Drive was one. In the course of the walk I went back to get my sister. We hopped into the car, Caddy convertible, and soon we were driving through town. I remember the paint was flaking off the car and it was pretty rusted underneath.
I asked her to try the horn. It didn't sound like the right horn for the car. Sounded like on of the junkyard horns you throw back in the pile while you search for another. Outside of town it was getting dark. Remember seeing a rockett flying to the sky and returning to the ground. Not a real rocket, but a neon one.
Next thing to come was a casino. My sister drove the car into an empty parking lot and parked it in the very furthest spot from the entrance. She left the top down.
We went inside and she proceeded to the cashier booth for change. I wondered around and when I went looking for her, she was gone. I searched upstairs. The casino was still rebuilding.
Next thing I remember is waking up on a bed and seeing a survey list asking how the accomidations are. In the haze I remember seeing Joke come into focus. After I cleared my eyes, it wasnt there. Just good, bad, needs improvement.
Then I woke up.
Don't rightly know what this dream meant. Mom and Dad past away a long time ago. My sister, lives in another town with a husband and a pack of kids.
Maybe it was Mom and Dads way of telling me that things are alright. Life moves on and you will still be with everyone when your turn comes.
Maybe the dream is telling me that my life needs rebuilding. Like the Caddy. Nice coat of paint over a rust bucket.
What ever it means, I will look at it as a way for my parents telling me to keep on, keeping on.
That they are alright and will see me when the time comes. My sister is off on her on and doesn't need my help.
Hope everyone has a nice Easter, with the ones they love.
I was going to town with my mom, dad, and my sister.
We parked the car and were walking around town sightseeing with my mom and dad. My sister waited by the car.
Saw some strange street names. Marylin Monroe Drive was one. In the course of the walk I went back to get my sister. We hopped into the car, Caddy convertible, and soon we were driving through town. I remember the paint was flaking off the car and it was pretty rusted underneath.
I asked her to try the horn. It didn't sound like the right horn for the car. Sounded like on of the junkyard horns you throw back in the pile while you search for another. Outside of town it was getting dark. Remember seeing a rockett flying to the sky and returning to the ground. Not a real rocket, but a neon one.
Next thing to come was a casino. My sister drove the car into an empty parking lot and parked it in the very furthest spot from the entrance. She left the top down.
We went inside and she proceeded to the cashier booth for change. I wondered around and when I went looking for her, she was gone. I searched upstairs. The casino was still rebuilding.
Next thing I remember is waking up on a bed and seeing a survey list asking how the accomidations are. In the haze I remember seeing Joke come into focus. After I cleared my eyes, it wasnt there. Just good, bad, needs improvement.
Then I woke up.
Don't rightly know what this dream meant. Mom and Dad past away a long time ago. My sister, lives in another town with a husband and a pack of kids.
Maybe it was Mom and Dads way of telling me that things are alright. Life moves on and you will still be with everyone when your turn comes.
Maybe the dream is telling me that my life needs rebuilding. Like the Caddy. Nice coat of paint over a rust bucket.
What ever it means, I will look at it as a way for my parents telling me to keep on, keeping on.
That they are alright and will see me when the time comes. My sister is off on her on and doesn't need my help.
Hope everyone has a nice Easter, with the ones they love.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Busy Day
Got a good start on the weekend to-do list.
The front yard is mowed. I went ahead and mowed parts of my neighbors yard also. His slab has been removed and there is still bits and pieces of concrete hidden in the grass. Have raked some of them into piles, so I was able to miss most of them.
Had to move two turtles so they wouldn't get run over. Had turtles around here for a while. Usually bigger ones. These looked to be about a year old. At least the oil spill didn't get into our bayou.
It was nice. Going around in circles with no place to go. Not having to be anywhere on time. The noise and the rocks getting thrown out, kept all away.
It was nice.
The people across the road are getting the house pressure washed and painted. Looks like the landlord is doing it right. His hire hand was dropped off in the morning, and calls for a ride when he's done for the day. This is his second day. We had vinyl put on our house, so I just need to pressure wash and paint the door trim.
One more thing for the never-ending list. Like it or not the grass never gets moved off the list. It seems to grow no matter what.
Of course I don't always finish the list. I just use it for a guide.. To let me know, when I can ride around in circles with no place to go. This journey was better than the destination.
Did I say.. It was nice.
The front yard is mowed. I went ahead and mowed parts of my neighbors yard also. His slab has been removed and there is still bits and pieces of concrete hidden in the grass. Have raked some of them into piles, so I was able to miss most of them.
Had to move two turtles so they wouldn't get run over. Had turtles around here for a while. Usually bigger ones. These looked to be about a year old. At least the oil spill didn't get into our bayou.
It was nice. Going around in circles with no place to go. Not having to be anywhere on time. The noise and the rocks getting thrown out, kept all away.
It was nice.
The people across the road are getting the house pressure washed and painted. Looks like the landlord is doing it right. His hire hand was dropped off in the morning, and calls for a ride when he's done for the day. This is his second day. We had vinyl put on our house, so I just need to pressure wash and paint the door trim.
One more thing for the never-ending list. Like it or not the grass never gets moved off the list. It seems to grow no matter what.
Of course I don't always finish the list. I just use it for a guide.. To let me know, when I can ride around in circles with no place to go. This journey was better than the destination.
Did I say.. It was nice.
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