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calendar   Friday - June 15, 2012

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An invite to certain BMEWS to my Facebook page. Drew, peiper, wardmama4, Macker. Others, maybe. Vilmar, if he’s still lurking.

I only ask, since this is family/friends, no half-naked women peiper, or Drew. I know, I’ve posted a few myself, but not on Facebook.

I know I’m breaking anonymity, but on Facebook I’m Christopher Mosier. So look me up, if interested, and ask to be ‘friends’.


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Posted by Christopher   United States  on 06/15/2012 at 01:14 AM   
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calendar   Wednesday - June 13, 2012

loss of temper, another spot check at market cashier line, loss of temper, pc problem l.o.t. again

WHEREIN I LOSE MY TEMPER AND SWEAR. A LOT!

At the end of May or very near it by a week, we had cause to transfer money from the USA to a bank here in the UK.

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Not the first time we’ve done this and we know it isn’t done over night. Although in truth I’d be willing to bet the bastards could, except that by holding your money the lying shits are making money on our money for the time held. Anyway .... when the wife called to check and see if the money had arrived, as we pay our bills and some are debit like the county tax, naturally we’re concerned.  At the time of her call, it had not cleared. I don’t expect American banks are any different, altho a quick check confirmed that our American account had indeed been debited the amount.

I called today to check again and used the auto service which is okay after entering 22 secret numbers. Yeesh. Still nothing and so I clicked the option to speak to someone live.  Wouldn’t ya know .... I get a call center in Scotland and a young lady who spoke as tho she were on helium. Have any of you (Brits aside) ever had the PAIN of listening to a thick Scots accent? Oh boy.  I had to ask her to please slow down as between her speaking speed and that awful accent, I hardly understood a word.

Well of course there were a host security questions. I do understand the need for strict security in the nasty cyber world we inhabit today.  Of course, it wouldn’t be quite so bad if the damned left wing human and civil rights industry had not made things sooooo easy for the gremlins.  Which is why we have to jump thru so many security hoops.

I was asked questions which seemed fair enuff but from time to time I had to ask my wife for an answer, as usually it’s she who cares for the financial paperwork that I cause to happen.  Btw, just like anywhere else, the dialect can differ depending on where in Scotland they are. And all are Greek to my American ears.
At one point she stopped me and said that I must not try and get answers from another person in the room.  But I’m speaking to my wife. We live together. Get it? Marriage. Two people, same house.  No she informs me. She only has my word that’s my wife. So okay I said, lets continue and I won’t talk to my wife.  But of course my wife could tell by the conversation, aided by the fact that I was repeating the questions and saying hold on while I look for that information here in my folder.

Things ended badly because I was informed that first of all I was asked for the most recent statement figures. Well as it turned out, that was May. But no. She wanted the June statement. But it hasn’t come as yet. We do not have it. So a couple of other questions were asked and after a short wait I was informed that I failed the security test. I missed a question.  Okay, which one I asked. Oh, she couldn’t give that info. Then how am I supposed to know exactly what you need and where any error I may have made can be corrected.  But she said she had already given me more time then allowed, I would have to call back and start the god damned process all over again.
That’s about the time my stored patience along with the ‘F’ word broke out of it’s verbal cuffs and I let fly.  Just could not help it. Not really her fault of course.  But I got the feeling being stuck in the conversation, that being stuck in purgatory must be something like this.
And speaking of being stuck and thoroughly pissed off, I am writing this using WORD 2000. I think.  Have never had a spot of trouble or problem, until the last few minutes.

Letters are hanging. Whole damn words are not appearing on this page. I am now having to type verrry, sloooowly. Or the frakin letters won’t appear.
Just what I need on top of everything else today.
Wife in for spinal X-Ray.  She can walk, sort of. She can drive short (very short) distance.  But very painful for her.

I Went to the market down the road the day before yesterday with a neighbor who had some shopping to do there as well.
I like that gadget that’s hand held, you scan your own items and then go thru the fast quick check lane.  Your stuff already totalled and bagged by you, all you have to do hand the gizmo to the cashier and run your card thru the slot or pay cash. Done.

So all of a sudden there flashed on my small hand held screen, the request to unload and have everything rescanned by cashier. I was told it was a spot check, everyone gets it once in awhile. Okay. No problem. Everything cleared and out we went.

So today on the way back from the clinic, the wife mentioned that we needed a few things, and as rain was predicted again for tomorrow, she’d rather get what we needed today and anyway, we had to pass the market on the way home.  The thing about those quick check hand held scanners is, you are more likely to spend more. And so we did. Got to the fast lane and damn it.  It happened again.  Spot check and everything had to be rescanned by the cashier. 2wice in three days?  Too damn much. 
Better to go online and shop Tesco and have them deliver.

So now you have my entire day and I am still very much PO’d because of this damn WORD problem. WTF next?


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Posted by peiper   United Kingdom  on 06/13/2012 at 12:03 PM   
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calendar   Tuesday - June 12, 2012

Bowling…

Have you ever done this: Taken your new wife and her youngest son bowling? I did. I hadn’t bowled in over a decade. So, of course, while showing them how to bowl, what did I do? Bowled a strike on the first ball. Needless to say, neither believed anything I said about being an idiot at bowling. I did win: my new wife picked it pretty quickly and I only won by two pins.


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Posted by Christopher   United States  on 06/12/2012 at 10:28 PM   
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calendar   Monday - June 04, 2012

not quite Hi-Yo Silver

The sun comes in VERY BRIGHT and very strong at this time of evening, in the kitchen which is located at the back of house. Which is on the other side of the wall behind me. So I went in and made the dumb mistake of looking straight at the window for some odd reason. Now I am typing betweenh the damn sun spots which I can’t shake. Frustrating.
None of which is the subject of this post. Oh wait. I just made it a subject.
I have something just as frustrating to share. Not that anyone beside myself will care. You’ll most likely think this is a waste of time and space. But it isn’t to me.

We have been at this location since April 28 of 2004. I’m not great on dates but I remember that one.  I wonder if people who are in jail remember the date of their incarceration after X amount of years, in the same way.
But this isn’t about jail and loss of liberty.
It’s about the mesmerizing and welcome clippity-clop of horses hooves as they travel through our little street. And it’s frustrating because, ever since we got here I have wanted to photograph them. Better still, a little video so the sound could be recorded as well. And for all these years, each time I have heard them, I have missed the chance because by the time I hear them, they are gone.

It does not happen every day and very often it can be a few months with no sightings or sound. And each time I hear them and look up they are going past.

Sometimes it’s a carriage with a single horse and sometimes a two horse carriage. Once a few years ago, there was a very large carriage with a bride being brought to her church for her wedding. As I have mentioned in the past, we are in semi horse country here. And due to the huge overgrown hedges and and such, I have not got many pix because there is no clear view. So anyway, one went by today and as usual I missed it. Crying in my tea I told my wife, well there’s another one missed. And she said, why don’t you call them and see about the price for getting a ride?  Say WHAT?  Am I hearing things? What are you talking about? How do I do that?  Oh she says.  They advertise in the Parish Magazine and I think they’re here in our village. 

SAY WHAT?

Here?  You mean, here as in the country or here as in Winchester?  No she says. Here as in our village but I’m not certain where. Huh? Here? In our village?
Yes says she, and hands me a copy of the little paper bound forty page 8x9 inch paper magazine. She opened it to the page with a badly printed ad and shiver me timbers.  A small ad and an address. Been here all these years and they’re only down the road. Not on the main road but a side road. It’s just down the hill from the end of our street. They even have a web page. It could be a lot better designed I think. And the photos are too small, but apparently they are not hurting for business.  So I think before the summer is over, and with much depending on my wife’s health, I want to contact these folks with the hope that their price for a short ride around the village just so I can video everything, is not too costly.  Meanwhile, in lieu of photos I’d like to have taken over the past years, here’s a screen shot of part of their page. Click on it for info and some postage stamp sized photos. There a tiny photo album there also.Click on the gallery tab at the right. You will notice also that the tab marked prices has an invite to contact them for that direct. Must be expensive then. I guess we’ll find out.

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Posted by peiper   United Kingdom  on 06/04/2012 at 01:40 PM   
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calendar   Tuesday - May 29, 2012

YOUNG AND DUMB IN 1951

YOUNG AND DUMB IN 1951

Having recently passed my 75th year of being with some surprise, my immediate thought has been it’s all-downhill from here.

Looking back in time, I can honestly say I have been one lucky dude. 
Oh sure, some rough patches here and there. But overall pretty darn lucky.
I guess the luckiest part is that I was born in the USA. I realize for some that might not mean as much as it does to me.  No flag waving but rather a statement of fact.
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Some things have bothered me over time. A guilty conscience I guess of wrongs I have done either to others through thoughtlessness or to myself by being just plain stupid at times. I wish I had been a bit less selfish and more considerate of others. And I sure wish I’d been better prepared to take advantage of opportunities I slept through, ignored or refused.  But nothing exactly criminal. Erm, well not…? I have to think about this. I guess stealing is criminal no matter how insignificant the stolen item appears to be at the time.  Being young and dumb is no excuse for theft.  Even when it still seems so funny. 

When I was very young I was part of a small group of close friends. We were not a gang exactly.  We never went looking for trouble and none of us ever carried any kind of weapon.  We were all in our early to middle teens. We hung out together like the Three Musketeers except there were five of us goofballs.

Summers in Ct. could be hot and humid and one of our number discovered a faulty milk dispensing machine near his house, and shared this momentous find with the rest of the mob.  He found that by placing a hand in just the right spot and then hitting it with some force with the flat of a hand, a pint of milk would drop out.  And, if you hit it in another “just the right spot” you might get chocolate milk although that proved quite a bit more difficult.  More often then not however, all we got was a very sore hand, and one of our number broke his little finger in the attempt.  Which provided the remaining four of us with an entire summer of jibes and jokes and hilarity well into the fall of 1951.
Hey, it was milk. Not booze.
We were …..  Wholesome teens? Ha.

It was not long at all before the dairy that owned the machine replaced it. 
Now I ask you.  What sort of teen gang is hot for milk, of all things?
Oh, we were desperados all right.

Some while later fortune smiled when a soda machine was found and gave up its treasure, provided care and patience and some dexterity was used in the effort.
But I believe it was during that period when my addiction to milk began. Sure, it starts with a pint but grows from there.

My mother worked long hours in the family store and one time I recall she took about ten days off and with my grandmother, who I doubt ever had any kind of vacation, went on a group outing or tour of some kind.  This left me in charge of the house.

Talk about an innocent age.  Someone got some beer, and hot dogs, and coke. The drinking kind, and we had a weeklong party. No damage to property and nobody actually got puking drunk.  Tight maybe and pretty damn silly but not much else. I make it look like we were boy scouts.  Of course, we were not and all I am relating besides memories are the things I’m willing to share.  The rest stays buried in my head. 

A RAID ON HARTFORD
One very late night or very early morning but still dark out, and with one of our number now in possession of his very own car, we piled in and cruised the empty streets of Hartford.  I have no idea what we were looking for but it more or less found us.  Someone mentioned being hungry and suggested looking for a place that might still be opened.  This is in the days before IHOP.  Something opened at that hour?  In Hartford?  Fat chance of that.  Someone suggested we drive to New York cos NY was always open and bright.  We did not that night, but did later. Well there we were aimlessly riding nowhere and while turning down some street we saw a small truck or van making deliveries of some kind, to various closed restaurants.
Bread mostly, in the form of rolls.  Well, given the times and the cold war, it could have been a drop for Soviet spies with codes hidden in all those delicious fresh rolls.
Which we of course proceeded to capture for our own evil and gastronomic needs.

I know it’s not right but I just cannot help laughing when I recall those times.
We brought the loot back to my house, and I do not recall how there were suddenly enough eggs to supply five hungry young males. Was that truck delivering eggs as well?  On reflection, I wish we had not done that. But we did.
So, that’s my criminal past.  Almost.

ANOTHER BOLD RAID
There was one more raid our happy and carefree group of fools made that night.

By now we were organised and ready and so we raided a canvas covered truck parked on the street. It had no door on the back. Almost like an army truck with a drop down gate at the back.  I have no idea after all this time why that street and that truck or even why Keith stopped to look. (Keith was the one with the car) Anyway, I wasn’t driving and expected to go right back to HQ at my house.
One of the guys got out, climbed into the open back of the truck, and struck pay dirt.  A major find. 
We were now in possession of a truck load of ….  potatoes!

Sacks and sacks of them.  We didn’t need the entire load but I don’t remember how many there were. I know we took what we thought we needed and left perhaps a dozen sacks of spuds on said truck.  We ended up eating French fries everyday and night for a week.  Even now, all these years later, anytime I have fries I recall that event.  And how’s this for a related story.  What are the odds?
You could not make it up.  Read on.

Some days later, a woman who worked in our store whose name was Sidney, happened to mention to someone else that her husband’s truck that had potatoes in it was robbed of several sacks.  The lady she was speaking to was another employee and her name was Minnie.  Funny how I remember those names.  Well, it turned out that both Sidney and Minnie were found to be stealing cash from the store and had ripped it off for quite a bit over time.  Not hard to do in the days before credit cards, computers and scanners. Sales were usually in cash.  The only ones to pay by check were business buyers and they bought in large amounts.
So, Minnie and Sidney were fiddling with the receipts that were spiked alongside the cash register and pocketing cash.

Funny what sort of things one remembers.  I will have to do more of this as time dwindles away.  Talk about boyhood heroes who were mostly musicians but before I discovered them, there was Big Al.  Al Capone, and Ben Siegel and Murder Inc. The last two that proved Jews could be really tough guys too. At least the American variety. Even now, I do not refer to Siegel as ‘bugsy’ out of long lasting respect. 
As he once famously said. “We only kill each other.” Another group of mostly Jew boy tough guys was the Purple Gang.  And even though he wasn’t Jewish or a gangster, it all started with James Cagney in The Public Enemy.  Movies could influence even back then.  This of course was before I discovered Jews with real careers and talent. Like Artie Shaw and Benny Goodman and the Gershwins and Jack Benny and Jolson and Alan King and a host of others. Hooray. I did not have to be a mobster and get shot after all. Well that was a relief!

btw.  Musicians are still my heroes! If I couldda been anything in the world, that is the one calling I’d most like to have had.


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Posted by peiper   United Kingdom  on 05/29/2012 at 10:03 AM   
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calendar   Monday - May 28, 2012

I really stepped in it…

Watch out for traps on Facebook. I really stepped in it. Somebody posted this picture on my Facebook page:

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Yes, these are my younger sisters (no Drew, the real ones that I grew up with. Not the adopted one I just found out about.) Getting hard to talk about them as ‘younger sisters’. The one on the left will be 48 shortly. The one on the right, in red, will be 50 in a couple more months. (for the record, I’m 52)

Here’s where I got in trouble.

A mutual friend of all three of us from high school posted: ‘Beautiful Girls!’ I was my usually dumbass self and replied: ‘Shari, are we looking at the same photo? Because all I see are my sisters.’


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Posted by Christopher   United States  on 05/28/2012 at 07:12 PM   
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calendar   Monday - May 14, 2012

IT’S PERSONAL

Yesterday I posted a story about the closing of a museum. Nobody made any comments on it here at bmews but there were a number of comments made by Daily Mail readers on line. Including me because I felt strongly about the subject, and mourned the passing of the museum and most likely the Empire as well.

Sun sets on the only museum dedicated to the British Empire because of the nation’s dislike of colonial past

By MAIL ON SUNDAY REPORTER

The country’s only museum dedicated to the glories of the British Empire has closed for good.

The British Empire and Commonwealth Museum has been forced to sell its premises in Bristol and give up its collections because of public antipathy towards the country’s colonial past.

That isn’t the entire article but it’s enough for my purpose today.
As I mentioned above, I wrote a comment along with others.
When I opened my email this morning, I was greeted thus.

Hello jayd,

We have received a number of complaints about the comment you made on article “Sun sets on the only museum dedicated to the British Empire because of the nation’s dislike of colonial past “ (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2143618/Sun-sets-museum-dedicated-British-Empire-nations-dislike-colonial-past.html), 13/05/2012 at 07:23

Due to the number of complaints received, your comment has been removed from MailOnline.

Should the situation change, we will review and consider re-publishing. Until such time, your comment will remain off the site. To avoid this happening again, please take the time to review the House Rules and site Terms and Conditions.

I wish I had made a copy of the short comment I wrote, and can not recall what I said that would have caused so much angst and complaints. But the folks at the Mail don’t tell me how many that number was, nor do they tell me in what way or what words used could have caused offense.  I used no bad language and attacked nobody personally so I am in the dark as to which one of their numerous rules I violated.
So it sure does have me PO’d. Not from an ego standpoint. But from the position that I was actually defending the Empire and thought that the billions spent on foreign aid could be better spent here in England.  Oh yeah, I also mourned the idea that the Victory had to beg for money and lease itself to raise funds for upkeep.

And so it goes. Which I fear ain’t well.


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Posted by peiper   United Kingdom  on 05/14/2012 at 04:34 AM   
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calendar   Friday - April 13, 2012

activist as a job description and civilians

I have no warm feelings for Assad of Syria and am not defending him. Never.
But. I am suspicious of the never ending almost hourly reports we get, mostly BBC radio and of course from the western govts. who are opposed to him and his regime.  When I hear the news and with no exceptions, I hear the local newscaster at our end introduce people who are on the scene as, “activists.” How much do activists earn these days because it’s used increasingly as a job title. Whenever I hear or see that word I want to reach for a gun I wish I had.  Activist.  One can be anything and especially a leftist pain in the arse but that word makes it all okay.  Hey, you’re an activist.  Here’s the key to the city.

These ‘activists’ then report to us about mothers and children being shot dead by govt. troops as if they were the prime targets instead of unfortunates caught up in an uprising.
The reporting activist who generally has no name except for activist, tells us of the dreadful actions carried out by Assad’s troops who aren’t soldiers really but bloodthirsty brigands warring on innocent civilians.  In passing and more as an aside, we then hear from a news source that the government denies the claim of indiscriminate slaughter and says it is responding to “provocations” by the protesters.  I can not help but wonder if any of those provocations are armed.  We aren’t told. Of course we keep hearing about the Belgium babies and nuns used for bayonet practise.  Oh wait.  Whoops.
Wrong war and wrong propaganda.  But you get the picture.

Meanwhile back at number 10, the conservative (lite. very lite) Prime Minister call me Dave, is using the by now 21st century mantra about protecting “civilians” and calling on muslims everywhere to adopt ‘Democracy.’ And they for their part are so impressed they’re going to drop everything and forget everything they’ve learned at their madrassas over a lifetime, and change the thinking that so comfortably suits them, circa 7th century.

I’m thinking the PM is giving conservatives a bad name.  Mind you, I do the same with my occasional recommendations for genocide.  But I don’t run a government or head a political party and who listens to me anyway. I’m in no position to stick my nose into the internal affairs of a foreign and sovereign country.

We all know the Assad regime isn’t exactly the source of light and concern with civil rights that aren’t granted in some mosque.  Rights for males that is.

Frankly, while I have no doubts about a restrictive govt. and ill treatment and the corruption which is and always has been so much a part of that world, I am not well disposed to the versions I hear on the news and most especially when I hear it continually from,

“Activists.”

Where’s that damn gun?


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Posted by peiper   United Kingdom  on 04/13/2012 at 12:06 PM   
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calendar   Saturday - March 17, 2012

On-the-job Sexual Harassment

This is a true story.

1979. I was home from my freshman year at college. Working again at the Pizza Hut in ******** I’d helped open the year before. The manager then was Steve. Now it was Rose.

Showed up for work: knocked on the back door:

“You got eight inches?” I heard Rose, my current boss ask.

Not sure I’d heard her correctly, I asked her to repeat: Sure enough!

“You got eight inches?”

My reply: “Rose, I’m damned if I’m gonna cut off two inches just to satisfy you.”

She let me in!


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Posted by Christopher   United States  on 03/17/2012 at 09:50 PM   
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calendar   Friday - March 09, 2012

looking for a solution to a problem. see screen shot and note. any ideas?

Gonna be short to nil on my posting today, but needed to get this in.

A problem I can’t solve and I’ve tried the usual stuff, thinking that the problem was on my machine or maybe the browser.

Here’s what’s happening and it only happens on this web site. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/?source=refresh

The trouble first surfaced yesterday or maybe the day before.

Getting double images, print covered by other print and photos the same.
Here’s a screen shot of just a little but you’ll get the idea.

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This appears on the far right side of the page in a column called Promotions although there are also news stories there.
I use Chrome as my default browser, and also have Opera and IE8 which I hardly ever use.  But the problem showed itself on all three browsers.
So, I downloaded the latest Firefox browser (which btw impressed me as there are some improvements from when I last used it before uninstalling)
Anyway, the problem showed itself on FF also.
I called the Telegraph and got this reply.

Thank you for contacting the Telegraph Media Group.

Sorry you have been experiencing problems whilst using the Telegraph.co.uk.

Unfortunately, this problem has not been recognised from within the Telegraph or from any other users. We have tested this area of the website today from various computers and found no issues arising. We can now confirm that the cause of the problem you are experiencing is external from the Telegraph website and we believe this may possibly be a local issue concerned with your personal computer set-up.

As you may already be aware, computers are very complex tools and this particular problem could be related to a host of different possibilities by the general nature of computers, some of which you may not comprehend and of which we are unable to help you diagnose remotely from our office.

So I thought I’d share this with all here who are tech smarter them me which may be all of you. If any have ideas or suggestions I’d love to hear em cos I am stumped.  Yeah, cache is cleared. System defragged, and all the usual regular maintenance we’re supposed to do.  I do those as a matter of course and not just when there’s a problem.

And why only this one site if the problem is not at the newspaper online?


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Posted by peiper   United States  on 03/09/2012 at 10:33 AM   
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calendar   Wednesday - February 29, 2012

Boating on the White River

I earned my Boating merit badge at summer camp when I was eleven-years-old. My first summer camp. I was proud of earning my Boating merit badge.

The next summer I spent at Grandpa’s cabin on the White River in Indiana. He let me have unfettered use of his rowboat. I’ll never forget the time I took his rowboat out on the White River… I’d rowed it upstream, obvious, if you want an easy trip back home, you just drift downstream. I’d found a bank on the west side of the White River that was just white sand. I spent the day getting a suntan and reading. Then I went back ‘home’.

Grandpa was waiting on the dock as I sculled the boat back to the dock. It’s the only time I remember him hugging me and telling me he was proud of me. Guess I handled a boat on the river correctly.

That changed in the fall, he took me squirrel hunting and I couldn’t hit a squirrel to save my soul. It’s a good thing that Grandpa was with me or we’d have gone hungry.

BTW, squirrel tastes like chicken, at least if its BBQ’d.


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Posted by Christopher   United States  on 02/29/2012 at 08:48 PM   
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EYE CANDY. WHAT A MARINE SHOULD BE KISSING. AND ONE DOES.  THIS POST IS PERSONAL.

This one is personal.  And it’s the only photo I have left of the many I took. This is a scan of the original.

I took this shot maybe 30 yrs ago, and developed in my own darkroom. I am privileged to know her and to still be a friend.  I once produced her records and no, we never made the Billboard charts. I was also her road manager on a grinding tour here in the UK that I set up. I used to book country singers for tours over here after I left radio.  I must tell you that I have never known anyone with such iron indiscipline, and although older then her she sure managed to teach me a few things about planning.  Long story and of no importance here.

She is a very religious woman and active in her church and always has been. She isn’t a johnny come lately who has suddenly been reborn.

She’s married to a decorated (bravery) Marine and Viet Nam vet.

She’s also as much at home with power tools as she is with guns, and has built either on her own or with her husband, improvements and extensions to their home.  And she’s pretty damn smart.  Trust me on that.  She was never a dumb blonde.  But lord she did look wonderful in a mini or a bikini. Oh yeah, she also made many of her own cloths including stage wear. 

I’ve been wanting to post this photo for a long time but for one reason or another I just never got around to it. Of course, I had to find it first. It’s been packed away with other things and mementos for years. 

Well, yesterday I sent something to Drew which he posted a link to.  Could not bring myself to do it. Then this morning when I booted, I found something from her in my inbox, you folks might have already seen it if it’s making the rounds of emails.  But since it’s Marine inspired I felt I should post her photo along with what she sent to me.

In another note from her some time ago when I shared a gun thing that Drew wrote about, she sent me this line.

Yeah, husband carries a NAA 22 mag that has a barrell about 3/4 inch longer than the pug and I carry a NAA Black Widow in my purse.  We both have conceal carry permits.

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MICROCHIP IMPLANT ALLOWS TERRORISTS TO SPEAK TO GOD

The implant is specifically designed to be injected in the forehead.

WHEN PROPERLY INSTALLED, IT WILL ALLOW THE TERRORISTS TO SPEAK TO GOD

It comes in various sizes: Generally from .223 to .50

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The exact size of the implant will be selected by a well-trained and highly skilled technician, who will also make the injection.
No Anesthetic is required.

The implant may or may not be painless. Side effects, like headaches, nausea, aches and pains are extremely temporary.

Some bleeding or swelling may occur at the injection site. In most cases, you won’t even notice it.

Please enjoy the security we provide for you.

Best regards,

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Posted by peiper   United Kingdom  on 02/29/2012 at 07:50 AM   
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calendar   Tuesday - February 28, 2012

They Must Have Changed The Name

U.S. Marines?
No longer. Now it’s the
EWWW S. Marines

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Posted by Drew458   United States  on 02/28/2012 at 05:17 PM   
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calendar   Friday - February 10, 2012

My other niece

I posted earlier that my baby niece Erika got married. I didn’t mention anything about my other niece. (and Erika’s older sister) Mainly because she’s on her second marriage.

Don’t get me started on her first marriage. If I’d been in the area, hubby #1 would have met my shotgun. It would have been ‘shoot, shovel, and shut-up’. Rather like that idiot who fathered Bristol Palin’s child. Todd Palin has more tolerance than me.

But anyway, here’s my other niece and her husband.

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Russell and Audrina

I must say, they seem to be doing quite well. I checked my Facebook page and Audrina posted some pics of ‘her little helper’. Their son is of an age that he’s trying to help around the house. Which, if I’m not mistaken, means he’s getting in the way.

I said it before, our family turns out hot women. The guys all look like me. Very sad.


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