They do not have a clue, and they multiply. You will be one of their victims, it will be quick, swift, almost painless. You might not even see it coming.
Man that expression used to literally send a chill up my spine in High School … “Smith, there is going to be a test on this Friday.” Funny how times change, now I see people flocking to take tests all the time.
Each week on FakeBook I see all of these “so-called quizzes” where you are told the meaning of your name, how old you REALLY are, how smart you seem to be or could be. I find them amusing.
Spring! This is the time of the year when I put the lawn-chair furniture on the front porch and soak up the best parts of the day.
This morning I was out there early, real early, sitting in the still of the morning, before the sun had come up.
We live in an exciting age, and information of all sorts, plays a major part in our daily lives. Seems to be a big push in our society to make sure that all of this “so-called information” on just about everything, is put in the right place.
So it can be archived for posterity, for this multitude of “new people” who are joining the ranks.
So you would naturally think in the progression of things, some kind of standard would have to be applied to all of this. Getting things organized is good. It is commendable, admirable, call it what you wish.
Now update your photo, re-arrange your FB page or clean up your garage.
I am off to the kitchen to nuke me a hot pocket.
(After that I am gonna powerwash our cat)
“All you need to know about everything that matters, and delivered to you before the weekend.
What a deal … What a deal.”
LISTEN UP BIG THREE: A high school student in Grant City, Mo. has come up with a dirt-cheap means of transportation. He took an old car (1994 Geo Metro) and yanked its engine and put in an electric fork-lift motor that he bought on E-bay for $200.
The car ran a max of 62 mph and travel more than 30 miles between charges. It is estimated that it costs roughly .25 cents to re-charge its 12 batteries, which translates to about 200 miles for the price of one gallon of gas. Now if an 18 year old kid can figure it out, it makes you wonder why the Big Three cannot.
On the downside (there is always a downside, remember that) contrary to popular opinion, electricity is not free, someone, somewhere, is going to burn something to create it. Just in case any of you are seriously contemplating building your own electric car.
WE ARE BORN NAKED, WET AND HUNGRY. THEN THINGS JUST SORT OF GET WORSE: Here we go again, it seems like a lot of this off the wall loopy crap comes out of Colorado. I know that John Denver used to sing about “Rocky Mountain High” and all that, but I am beginning to wonder.
A 6 year old boy was suspended from school for reciting the rap lyric, “I am sexy and I know it.” He recited this to a female classmate and those in charge, deemed this harmless behavior as sexual harassment and sent him home.
And everyone wonders why our youth are clearly dysfunctional or appear to be on the surface outright idiots?
POSSIBLYRELATED: Consider this. About 93% of all immigrants applying for citizenship correctly answer 6 out ot 10 questions on American History. Whereas, on the other hand, the same 6-10 questions answered by natural born citizens, only 65% could squeak out the correct answers.
YUP, I GOT HIS FINGER-PRINT RIGHT HERE: A woman in Japan who had her bag stolen, took it upon herself to chase down her assailant, take the bag back, and in the process …. “Bite off his finger!” No word whether the police at the crime scene took his finger for fingerprint identification or not.
BAD MOVE FOR SURE: A University of Iowa student was charged with trying to get into a bar using a stolen driver’s license. The license just happened to belong to the bouncer at the front door of the club.
CAT OF NINE LIVES: A cat got stuck inside a washing machine and somehow survived a full wash cycle. A woman who searched in vain all over her home looking for the cat, happened to spot its wet and soggy looking face appearing thru the washer door in her washroom. It had survived more than an hour of soaking, tumbling, and drying. Word has it that she took it to the vet. and he informed her that it had used up seven of its ten lives, but was apparently okay.
And now … A comment from a future member of the Democratic/Republican party.
The Roach Coach as some of the guys used to call it.
Every day about this time of the morning, it would show up with its tantalizing treats, the sugary-delights every Fatboy yearns for in the morning. Do-nuts, Bear claws, those really slippery loaded with sugar items with the raspberry jelly inside. (My mouth begins to water just writing this)
I would always opt for the Egg Salad sandwich and a carton of Chocolate Milk. Some of the other guys would spring for the grease soaked burrito’s and even the occasional Indian Taco.
After purchasing our particular brand of poison at greatly inflated prices, we would walk over to a huge pile of lumber, and there in the sunlight of the morning, eat our treats and take our non-union unauthorized respite. Just a loose knit bunch of guys taking a break from the day.
Our rag-tag collective gathering is not to be confused with the boys down the street. I am not even sure if the food truck stopped there or not, to tell you the truth. I am talking about the boys down the street at the diesel shop, who broke every morning, almost religiously for a fresh cup of coffee as Paul Harvey dispensed his daily take on America from the radio resting in the windowsill on the east wall of the break room.
So, here we are, sitting on the pile of lumber and someone, who I don’t remember, spots this alley cat sauntering down the road, right next to the railroad tracks. He is walking our way, no hurry – no worry, and he looks bad.
He has one eye partially closed, his tail is bent awkwardly to one side, he is missing a patch or two of hair in several places. I don’t know where he has been, who he has been hangin’ with, but this cat, man, he looks pretty bad.
The cat, without so much as giving us a glance, walks on by. He gets a little bit past our collective group, and someone, again I don’t know who, begins to laugh. Soon, the entire group of men sitting on this pile of lumber eating their mid morning snacks are engaged in raucous laughter.
The cat abruptly stops walking.
Slowly it turns around and curiously stares intently at these guys on the pile of lumber, and each one to a man, suddenly stops laughing. You could virtually hear a pin drop, it was that quiet. Satisfied that the humor at his expense is over, the cat turns around and slowly walks off.
At that point, I turn and look at Hal, an Ex-Marine and a burly sort of guy, who could if he wanted to, break you like a piece of dry kindling. I said, “Hey Hal. Why did you stop laughing?” Hal looked at me and replied, “Uh, I dunno. He sort of looked like he meant business, so I thought it was time to shut up.”
Have a great day today, go out into the world and put your best foot forward. And please check yourself in the mirror at the house before you go out … Appearance is what it is all about y’know.
Most of the time when I am really curious about something, I would institute a survey on the issue and see what the results might be. But I have discovered that survey’s usually are ineffective on webpages and most people do not respond. The last survey we did here, was as follows: 380 views on the page, 88 viewers that day that were new to the site, and only 1 vote cast.
Pretty bad. This is why we do not do surveys.
If you were however to do a survey on pets, I would guess that the majority of website owners or Internet habitants have a cat for a pet, versus a dog or some other animal. I see them (cats) mentioned all the time in their respective posts and/or photo’s. Having no real data to support this, I would venture an opinion that the cat is most likely, the number one pet in America. But I do not know for sure.
Recently I read a survey on the felines. Some the things it presented were surprising to say the least. When let outside the typical house cat turns into a killing machine. I would wager that most cat owners were unaware of that fact. University of Georgia researchers made this discovery when they strapped a camera onto the collars of some 60 domestic cats. During a period of a week or so, they intently observed what the feline’s were doing while outside.
They found that 44% of the cats when released from the home, immediately went hunting, but they only brought home about a quarter of their prey. This incidentally was broken down into lizards, snakes, frogs, rabbits, chipmunks, and birds. This survey is interesting in the fact that it presents us with a totally different look at our pets, and what they do when outside.
It suggests that previous estimates of damage that America’s 74 million house cats will do to wildlife in general (this does not take into account wild cats, feral cats which live wild). It appears that previous estimates on the damage the cats were capable of was underestimated.
Remember the survey’s before did not include the animals the cats killed, ate or left behind. All of this is important because why? The American Bird Conservancy says that cat predation is one reason why one in three American bird species is in serious decline.
The camera footage also gives us a good glimpse into what it is that kitty does when it is outside and on the roam. It also proves the old adage: “Curiosity killed the cat.”
Surprisingly, cats are a danger to themselves. The video shows them engaged in potentially life-threatening behaviors’ like crossing roads, eating and drinking unknown substances, and exploring tight spaces.
And here is the kicker in all this.
Several of the cats in the survey, unbeknown to their owners, also routinely visited a second family for extra treats and petting. Next time you finally succumb to the constant whining and persistent mind numbing meowing of Fluffy to get outside, when you open the door and let him/she out, think about what the damage to the environment you are doing this day.
Fluffy it seems is a natural hunter and killer, despite his purring demeanor and charm.
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An 8-year-old girl went to her grandfather, who was working in the yard and asked him, “Grampa, what is a couple sex?”
The grandfather was surprised that she would ask such a question, but decided that if she’s old enough to know to ask the question then she’s old enough to get a straight answer.
Steeling himself to leave nothing out, he proceeded to tell her all about human reproduction and the joys and responsibilities that go along with it. When he finished explaining, the little girl was looking at him with her mouth hanging open, eyes wide in amazement.
Seeing the look on her face, the grandfather asked her, “Why did you ask this question, honey?”
The little girl replied, “Well, Grandma says to tell you that dinner will be ready in just a couple secs.”
Of all the hats I wear, I have to admit, the one that says Grandpa is the best. If you didn’t catch the post below this one, scroll down a little ways and find it. Cookie Monster. There is nothing like a kid to make you smile. Here is a link if you should want to view it.
Let’s see, we have a cat with an arrow thru its head in Santa Cruz California (no real story there, they are looking for the cat hater), Osamma-been-forgotten is now no longer with us and Facebook is alive with virus attacks (I found that somewhat amusing, all these ding-dongs clicking on the death video, which we all know, there wasn’t one, and then getting infected … gives a totally new meaning to the term “friending another person” now doesn’t it.).
Charlie Sheen tours tornado damage in the deep south (I am not making this up people!)
How about Manuel Albert Soares, an international fugitive sought by Portugal since he skipped out on a prison sentence in 2008. He was caught driving in the carpool lane of the New Jersey Turnpike this week without enough passengers. Now that was stoooopid … So I guess that leaves us with the milk truck? Remember those ad’s on television awhile back … “Milk … It does a body good.?” Well a quick thinking driver of a milk tanker in Northern Ireland saved the lives of two men trapped in a burning car by dousing the flames with milk.
When he came across the crash scene, he positioned his truck so he could hose the fire from the tank’s rear valve. When firefighters arrived on the scene, they rescued the trapped men, and then they were transported to a local hospital.
A high school janitor has paid for a new running track in White Center Washington. He won $3.4 million on the lottery (over five years ago incidentally) and has continued to work at the school during this time. Last week, he donated $40,0000 toward the installation of a new track. He is retiring, and he said that “kids do things for you, they keep you young.” I will have to remember that one.
Reminds me of the principal of a grammar school who had a problem with all the girls in the girls bathroom smearing lipstick on the mirror. They would apply their lipstick and then in turn, kiss the mirror to smear it. When the principal told the janitor about it, he said, “I can fix that.”
So they both went into the girls bathroom when all the girls were present (forewarning them first that they were coming in) and the principal, in front of the little ladies “explained the problem to the janitor.”
The janitor then said to the principal, “I can fix that.” He then walked over to the closest commode, stuck in his brush, pulled it out, smeared the liquid all over the mirror, then pulled a wipe rag from his pocket and rubbed vigorously until the mirror was again, squeaky clean.
From that day on … There was never a lip print on the mirror again.
Never underestimate the power of American ingenuity. That is what they often like to call pro-active thinking, and then you run across non-productive thinking, such as in the next comment.
Just when you think “you have seen or read it all” you come across the moron’s in Thornton, Colorado, who have outlawed spinning barbershop poles. Here is another bad case of legislated American overkill.
The tradition of marking barbershops with a red, white, and blue striped pole dates back to medieval times. But the city fathers in this backwater stop to nowhere have said that a modern version of it poses a threat to public safety. “We don’t want signs to be distracting especially to motorists who are driving by. (Motorists who are most likely driving by and text messaging on their cell phones for cryin’ out loud)
We need a break from all of these elected “do gooders that over regulate our lives.”
One more and then I am outta here (Which my good friend in Florida, Bill, hates it when I say that). Just this week, in New York a new law was passed regulating childhood games such as tag, Wiffle ball, and horseshoes, which will now soon be designated “non-passive recreational activities with significant risk of injury.”
Glad they got that straight, and lookie here, just in time for summer.
Give me a break.