Out To Lunch

Yesterday me and the Mrs. we drove to Oklahoma City and went out to eat.  Hate to do it this far away from payday, but we had not been there in quite sometime.  The drive into town is not so bad any more, we have a new interstate connection, six full lanes, each one homesteaded by a driving impaired lane change dummy. Continue reading

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recent-shots-006I am desperately trying to stop drinking coffee and it aint easy

The first cup of coffee in the morning is supposed to be the best
But with old age, that is something that goes away too
The first cup of coffee in the morning now has two scoops of Poop-Fairy-Dust (Laxative) which makes it kind of bitter and unpleasant.

Doesn’t help the withdrawl headaches either.

You ever wonder what your dog is thinking when you follow him around with a pooper-scooper and then promptly reach down while it is still warm
and retrieve his business and put it in a bag.

Do the people who shop at WalMart have mirrors in their homes
Why is it a barrel of oil drops two dollars on the open market
but a gallon of gasoline only nine cents, anyone notice that
NASA is reporting that the planet Mars has methane gas
which cannot be blamed on me,
I live 252 miles due east of Amarillo.

Don’t believe these people that are spreading the rumor that says I molested sheep outside Bozeman Montana in 1978 while on vacation … It’s a lie.
And yes …  I still want my Father’s Day Card.

Speaking of Fathers (Nice blend huh?)  

Do you think that Cliff’s wife on the Cosby Show was a lawyer because of a deep seated emotional stirring that the need for a good attorney in the future might be an imperative in his life.
Isn’t life ironic. 

Does anyone have the contact number for Dr. Phil
the voices in my head are screaming for answers and we don’t have a clue
They want to ask him who has the best cellular service and plan for us
and of course, where they find the seeds to plant seedless watermelons
Dr. Phil is always saying he is a “mandated reporter” so I figure that means
he has to answer my question by law …  (and yes, I know there is no such thing as a “good” attorney).

Jus Sayin

Lock N Load

pailin-gun-toterGuns – Guns – Guns

The mainstream press is alive with the subject of guns.  Guns and their owners are at the forefront of most of the news media in this country and I suppose in Europe too.

In a way I think it is kind of ironic, you see I would be willing to lay you eight to five, that hammers, pick-axes, and other hand held blunt instruments, injure, maim and kill more people in this country on a yearly basis than do guns.

I know some of you own guns, but this is something to think about … rational thinking seldom applies on a hot button subject like this.  Recently in Mississippi they took a bus load of kids to the police station for throwing smores at each other, and then charged them with assault.

Handcuffed a kid to a railing for not wearing a belt to school and believe it or not, suspended a kindergartner for “just talking about a TOY gun.”

Overkill, pure and simple. When will the “sane people” come onboard and register in with some pure rational thinking on this matter?  Public opinion seems at best a little bit off and media attention is at the point of just give them up, the world will be a better place.

And “if frogs had wings … well you know the rest.”

Even my wife, has breached the subject and was wanting a gun (not a good idea) and now is dead set on a stun gun or a taser.  Which I find lacking, first it allows the predator in close and I don’t like that at all.  Then there is the somewhat remote outside chance I could really irritate her … but we won’t go there, as I am determined that this is going to be a “serious piece.”

If you don’t have a gun, here’s a more humane way to wreck someone’s evil plans for you. Wasp Spray, available just about anywhere, added bonus, no permit required, open carry if you wish.  Did you know this? I didn’t.  I never really thought of it before. I guess I can get rid of the Louisville Slugger (baseball bat).

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Give some serious consideration to … Wasp Spray

We heard of a lady who is a receptionist in a church in a high risk area was concerned about someone coming into the office on Monday to rob them when they were counting the collection. She asked the local police department about using pepper spray and they recommended to her that she get a can of wasp spray instead.

The wasp spray, they told her, can shoot up to twenty feet away and is a lot more accurate, while with the pepper spray, they have to get too close to you and could overpower you. The wasp spray temporarily blinds an attacker until they get to the hospital for an antidote. She keeps a can on her desk in the office and it doesn’t attract attention from people like a can of pepper spray would. She also keeps one nearby at home for home protection. Thought this was interesting and might be of use.

On the heels of a break in and beating that left an elderly woman in Toledo dead, self defense experts have a tip that could save your life.  Val Glinka teaches self-defense to students at Sylvania Southview High School. For decades, he’s suggested putting a can of wasp and hornet spray near your door or bed.

Glinka says, “This is better than anything I can teach them.”

Glinka considers it inexpensive, easy to find, and more effective than mace or pepper spray. The cans typically shoot 20 to 30 feet; so if someone tries to break into your home, Glinka says “spray the culprit in the eyes”. It’s a tip he’s given to students for decades. It’s also one he wants everyone to hear. If you’re looking for protection, Glinka says look to the spray. “That’s going to give you a chance to call the police; maybe get out.” Maybe even save a life.  Please share this with all the people who are precious to your life.

Did you also know that wasp spray will kill a snake? And a mouse! It will!  Good to know, huh?  If someone comes at you and you fear for your safety let them have it right in the face.  They can work it out with the cops at the hospital later.

Now here is the other shoe hitting the floor.  If you own a gun, put two or three rounds in ‘em, stick a hammer in their hand, and then call 911.  Like Dr. Phil sez … That works for me.

Have a good weekend, you worked hard for it, enjoy.

OOO

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Pavlov’s Dog

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Not long ago, I had text messaging removed from my telephone, along with internet browsing features, and a host of other unnecessary items.  I only have a telephone now, basic features include a ring tone and that is about it.  It had reached the point in my life, where it was consuming my every waking moment.  And then the government in their infinite wisdom gave telemarketers my number and that just about cinched it for me.

Most of my friends and acquaintances complain about my not paying attention to my telephone and always getting voice mail when they call.  But I feel it is time to just be me, and leave all the other external stuff to those who not only feel they need it, but at the same time, demand it in their lives.  This year, I am going to be one of the few that is slowly trying to pull away from the internet and its trappings that rob me of my time and provide me very little satisfaction.

With smart phones, tablets, and other digital devices reshaping how people work, communicate, and spend their free time, it is time to start to question whether or not our reliance on these items are affecting the way we think.  Next year, for the first time “Internet Use Disorder” will be listed in the appendix of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Health Disorders.

Our dependence on these electronic devices has grown to almost epidemic proportions.  Some of it can be explained by employers demanding more access to their employee’s 24/7 today.  But let’s face it, there are a few who have a addiction to the information, data, and/or devices plain and simple.  

I cannot remember a time in a cafe, where I have not been bothered by a cellphone conversation.  I was at a funeral and the thing went off.  The movies, the mall, you name it.  We see people texting at stop lights, while driving, entire families sitting around with their nose’s in the devices and not talking to one or another.

I am on the computer daily, and actually feel some guilt or a twinge of anxiety when I am away from it.  It is an addiction sure, but in some strange way, we are reforming our thought processes and the devices are slowly changing the way we think, and that is kind of scary.

Consider this.  

When it comes to electronic devices some of us are exhibiting the same behavior of a cocaine addict, alcoholics, and other social misfits.  We can actually feel depression and in some case, acute psychosis.  The internet and these devices are slowly driving us completely mad.

Every time your phone, tablet, or computer pings with new text, tweet, or email, it triggers a sense of expectation, and the reward centers in your brain receive a pleasurable “squirt of dopamine.”  

Instant gratification.

I am often totally clueless when it comes to the Information age, but I do know this, I can leave the cellphone on the cabinet in the kitchen for a week, and it doesn’t bother me one iota.  I can unplug the computer for only about 72 hours, and I am working on that.  The best thing is to just lay ‘em down, walk outside in the clean air and take deep breaths, it will all be waiting for you when you return.

One reason you won’t see me talking to this guy any time soon.

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 The solution is simple.  Hang it up and shut it down to reclaim your life.

OOO

High Cost Of Low Living

Danny is the latest member of the “Soon To Be Single Club.”  He is in the ranks of the “unloved” and he isn’t liking it one bit, no sir.  He looks at me like a kid who has just lost his last good friend in life and asks, “Why does divorce have to cost so damn much money?

Which is not an easy question to answer halfway thru your two over easy, bacon, whole wheat toast and small orange juice, but I give it a shot.  After all, I was once a rider with a paid for ticket on this social fun ride, so I give him what I consider the definitive answer on the subject.

There has been a lot of water under the bridge, but I can still remember the day I walked into the lawyers’ office and stated matter of factually, “I want a divorce.

And he said to me, “How is it that you feel about this woman?” and I replied, “If she owned the last bar in the world, I wouldn’t stop there for a drink.

He smiled, and said, “I will take the case.”

So having gone thru this traumatic life changing event in life, I feel somewhat qualified to proffer an answer to my friend.  I say …. “Danny, divorce costs so much because it is worth it.  It is worth every lousy dime and a little more.” (Some will take it one step further and say it is “the ***ing you get for the ***ing you got”  … blanks are optional, you can figure it out, no prize sorry).

Just this week I was reading about another marriage made in Heaven that went bad.

A Swedish countess has asked a judge to negate her prenuptial agreement with the wealthy executive who is divorcing her, insisting she cannot possibly live on $43 million.  Marie Douglas-David (this is what happens when you allow women to have three names by the way) wants at least twice that much from former United Technologies Corp. chief executive George David, 67, saying she has weekly expenses of $53,000.

Think about the absurdity of that last statement, “her weekly expenses are $53K per week.”  That means that she needs roughly two and three-quarters of a million per year, just to get by, and you thought shopping for groceries was rough?

Her attorney said that David had figuratively “put a gun” to her head to get her to sign a pre-nup requiring her to survive on only $43 million.  Which I have to admit, I kind of doubt.

Oklahoma has a 52% divorce rate the highest (if not the) rate in the nation.  I also checked, at one time we led the country in unwed teenage mothers and a host of other “not so famous” social misadventures.

Our youth are being eaten alive by syphilis, gonorrhea, 67 other sexually transmitted diseases (STD’s).  Yesterday on Dr. Phil they had an entire show devoted to “people who are marrying each other, and are virtual strangers, who do not know the person they married.”

Which if not downright sad, is just plain tragic.

I don’t understand the high cost of shrinking married populations in this country, I don’t understand that at all.  It seems to me, an old married guy, that marriage is the best alternative there is out there, why would anyone want to be a dues paying member of the crap listed above?

So the next time your bride looks at you in that goofy special way they have and says, “We are doing alright honey, we have a marriage made in Heaven.”

Just smile, nod your head in acknowledgment and remember … That is the very same place they make Thunder and Lightning too.

Have a great weekend, we will see all of you on Monday.

OOO

Male Enhancement

I am strolling thru the Mall, a slow day, mostly elderly people walking to stay fit are in attendance.  Kind of strange, they make lap after lap around the place and then at the conclusion of the exercise period they all gather in front of Chicken Fillet take a table and eat.

A funny bunch, this geriatric posse of exercise lap-taking aficionados’.

I am walking along, peering into the windows of the stores, and I find nothing all that exciting to tell you the truth, it is no small wonder that sales are off.  It is no small wonder that Mall’s much like the dinosaur are on the way out.

Then I spot her.

She is young, she is vibrant, she is drop-dead gorgeous.  My mind races and I try and think back to a time when I have experienced a woman such as this, and I am at a definite loss.  She is so beautiful that it secretly makes me wish that I could borrow the money from Secretary of State, Hillary Rodham Clinton, just so that I could establish my own foreign country.  There I would publish this girl’s likeness on the official postage stamp of our new country, so that I could lick the back of her head each day.

Everyday.

She is working in an ear ring store, so I stop to chat and browse the different piercings she has for sale.  I am thinking to myself, “I have always wanted an ear ring.  Knowing full well that I am of course, not going to get one.”  She bends over several times in the course of events, showing me the wares of her store, among other things.  We strike up a conversation, we laugh, we smile, things are going well.  Her perfume fills my senses; I am almost paralyzed by her scent.

I am also acutely aware of this old familiar feeling coming over me, silently thinking to myself, “this is nuts, I should be on leash or a chain, staked out in some backyard somewhere.”  It is not easy being a randy old dawg such as I am.

Perhaps it is the smell of her perfume, the light touch of her hand on my skin, it could be the elevator musak softly playing in the background.

don-smithFirst thing I know, I am sitting in the chair and I am getting my ear pierced and I have an ear ring!  Call me the helpless romantic, the middle-aged fool, whatever, but I walk out of the place sporting a brand new diamond stud in my left lobe.  I am also considerably “lighter in the wallet” because of it.

It is important that we now interject into all this that the ownership of an ear ring is not a new thing with me.  Having what most men consider a “progressive marriage” it was talked about, never granted, but it did come up from time to time over the years.  I must emphasize that this is not a spur of the moment encounter; it has been a secret goal of mine for years.

And it has been from time to time, discussed.  Men have this right, it is on page #54 of Dr. Phils’ Marriage Enrichment Series with footnotes inserted by Robin.  I also believe there was an episode of it on The View where it was discussed briefly in eighty-nine.

Now the wife has told me previous to this, “If you get an ear ring, I am NOT going anywhere with you. To the store, the movies, WalMart … Nowhere are we to be seen together if you get an ear ring.”

Then as she always does, she prefaced it with … “You understand?”

And I am thinking, “I roll it over and over in my mind, might be a little pain involved, but all in all, it sounds like a pretty good deal to me.”  It might be worth it, I could come out on top of this thing, if I play my cards right, this could be a winning hand.

So I am “all in” as they say in The World Series of Poker … I am not waiting for the River Card, it is now or never.

Today I do the deed! This also my toxic day of reckoning.  Today I will have to face the music.  My bride is not going to understand this at all.

She is standing at the sink doing dishes, softly humming to herself and I walk in to the kitchen to get me a cup of coffee.  Out of the corner of my eye, I see her peer at me and then she says, “What is that in your ear?” to which I reply, “What?” and then she again says, not to be deterred.

“What is THAT in your ear?”  This time pointing to the offending object and wiggling her finger in order to emphasis.

So I reply, “it’s an ear ring.”

“Lord, what have you went out and done now you old fool?”

Nothing like a little kindness and understanding, with your cup of lukewarm half-day old Coffee.

“What in the world possessed you to do this; why in the world did you get your ear pierced?”

“Cause I wanted to, that’s why, b’sides lots of bikers have ear rings.”  She smiles and says “Yeah, and they have something that you do not have.”  So I inquire of her what that might be, because you see, the monkey never learns, the monkey always goes back for more.

She opens up the cabinet door, places the clean plate in there with the rest, and looks at me and says … “Motorcycles, bikers have ear rings, beards, snot rag hats and MOTORCYCLES!  You gonna buy a motorcycle?”

“Maybe.” I meekly mumble, and then I grab my cup of Joe out of the Microwave and head for the TV room.  Funny how things work out, people who do not learn from their mistakes are prone to repeat them, that is the way I had it presented to me if I am remembering it right.  I sip on the coffee, it is warm, it nourishes my tired old soul and I think about it all … Silently I am thinking to myself, “A Harley Sportster, big tractor seat, a ONE SEATER that would be nice.”

The last time something like this occurred in my life was about the same, back in the seventies, except it was Sears, a well endowed brunette, deep green eyes a guy could lose himself in,  and it was a totally new vacuum cleaner …  but that was just one hundred-eighty-five dollars and some change.

Now this?  Man-Man, a new Harley Sportster, this could get really expensive.

The monkey never learns.

OOO

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I Am Not God II

Recently feeling a compelling urge to come up with a solution to this unsubstantiated report that I am God that has been floating around, I drove out west of the city, to a large hill, and I sat there and meditated, took time to survey my kingdom, which mainly consists of the Interstate Highway and lot’s of trucks.

Once again, I took time to look deep inside and determine who it is that I am.

My hum-drum life slowly unfolded before my very eyes … I enjoy urban hang gliding.  On Wednesdays, after school, I repair electrical appliances free of charge for elderly citizens.  I lay ceramic tile. I can wash a dog or groom a kid for Sunday School, have done so on one or more occasions.  Know how to trap a cat.  Move furniture and lift heavy objects.  I have never had a hole in one.  I can shift a tri-plex, duplex, 4X4, 6X4, without grinding most of the time.  I don’t cheat at cards, monopoly or trifle with other peoples women.

I got a Chiapet for Christmas and it has already went bald!

Life is good for me a starving abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless NFL bookie.  Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening-wear.  I don’t perspire.  I am a very private citizen, yet I receive copious amounts of email fan mail.  I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes to the “free” concerts at the zoo.  Last summer I toured all of New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration outfit.

I stand 5’10” and I weigh 200-none-of-your-business soaking wet.  I bat .375 when I am on top of my game.  Confession is good for the soul, so I have been told …. I have in my youth trifled with women — Guilty!  I have hacked off the senior sound manager of my church with complete abandon and I didn’t even have to sing — Guilty!  I don’t necessary think all Arabs are evil people — Guilty!  I cannot under any circumstance imaginable find myself liking Rap Music — Guilty!  When I was a little dinker and late at night I prayed, “I cross my heart and hope to die?” I confess, I didn’t really mean that second part … Guilty!

In my youth, I would climb electrical transmission towers just to listen to them buzz and crackle in the dark summer night.  I love my state representative in government, ol’ what’s his name?  My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles.  Children trust me.  Richard Simmons knew me when I weighted 350 lbs  ..  I can pump my own gas and check my own oil.  I can re-ink my own cartridges without making a huge mess of my office.  I can load the paper into the printer in under three minutes!  (Yes I can!)

I know and understand the meaning of verbose.  But often never adhere to the principle.

I can run a paper shredder, I know what Jennifer Lopez used to keep her dress on during the Grammy’s and I hit a $25 jackpot in Reno one time.  I have every Lawrence Welk record ever made, including his salute to Woodstock.  I buy cookies from the Girl Scouts and the Brownies.  Give them to my neighbors because I am not allowed to have cookies from the Girl Scouts and the Brownies.

I have been known to hurl a tennis racket with uncanny accuracy at moving objects, I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, David Copperfield and the Godfather in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dinning room table that evening.

I can locate studs behind wallboard without a stud finder!

My wife instructed me and showed me every food group in the supermarket.  I have performed several covert operations with the CIA in an attempt to locate WMD in the Cleveland area.  I sleep once a week; and when I do sleep, I sleep in a hard backed chair.  While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery.

The laws of physics do not apply to me.  I have eleven toes on one foot, I can swim faster than Chuck Norris, and I believe anyone who collects John Tesche albums or Barry Manilow records are wimps.  I don’t like sour cream on my baked potato’s and gravy on my sour dough biscuits.

I turn right on red lights all of the time, drive 8 miles over the posted speed limits, all of the time, I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills on my credit cards are usually paid promptly by the 15th.  On weekends, to let off steam I participate in full-contact origami.  Most of the time I cannot locate my car keys.

Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down.

I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a toaster oven.  I can eat sushi without upchucking it afterwards.  I breed prize winning clams in the creek behind my house.  I have won bullfights in San Jan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and Spelling Bees at the Kremlin.  I can operate a microwave oven and pop my own popcorn.

Often in the summer months, I will play Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis (before and after he died), I share my opinions freely and unsolicted, and spent the night at a Holiday Inn.  I know the first name of the Ice Cream Truck driver and the UPS guy.  I actually voted for Richard M. Nixon once.

I laugh, I learn, I sometimes cry.

I don’t want to be stinkin’ rich, but I would not mind smelling bad.  I have no real claim to fame.  Don’t feel the need to tell the world of my accomplishments.  No need to post my name. The highest title or accomplishment I ever achieved in life was … The title of  “Dad.”

And that was okay with me.

Fully understanding and well aware of the fact that I am not God, I just try and do my level best with all the talents and things that he has richly blessed me with.  I am also pretty sure that Oprah would find me interesting and a real hoot.  After all, “A man wrapped up in himself is a very small bundle” (Ben Franklin)  So that means I would be a good fit for her couch or Dr. Phil on any given day of the week.

Check your local listings.

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Hold My Baby

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Now who is it that says “there is never anything good on television?” So I am watching Dr. Phil and the segment is on “Women Who Have Fake Children and Collect Dolls.”

I am not making this up, women carrying fake kids, and they are called “Reborns” and these women actually assign names to the fake child.

Now my sister used to play with dolls when we were kids, and she had quite a collection of them, but she never substituted them for the “real thing” which is what a lot of women seem to be doing.

Even my own mother at one point in time, collected dolls, Cup Cake manufactured them and sold them at her Flea Market Booth.

Now boys were are different, we build cars, buy shotguns, collect and stuff dead rodents, stuff like that.  This is why everyone who ever got married … wants a boy … At first.

Dr. Phil is one of those shows where you learn all the — uh, “different stuff” in life — Yeah, that it is it, Dr. Phil will teach you all kinds of different stuff.  Oprah will have that doctor on from time to time, that has the ability to ruin a lunch menu, in a New York Minute.

He will talk about items of the human nature like: 

It takes your food seven seconds to get from your mouth to your stomach.  One human hair can support 3 kg (6 lb).  The average man’s penis is three times the length of his thumb.  Human thighbones are stronger than concrete   A woman’s heart beats faster than a man’s. There are about one trillion bacteria on each of your feet. Women blink twice as often as men. The average person’s skin weighs twice as much as the  brain.Your body uses 300 muscles to balance itself when you are standing still.  If saliva cannot dissolve something, you cannot taste it.

Women reading this will be finished now. Men who read this are probably still busy checking their thumbs.

Now I like Dr. Phil and Oprah, freely admitting that I watch both of them often, and they are often amusing, but this reborn baby thing was kind of creepy.  I had, in my wildest dreams, never considered “normal people” taking up something like this for a hobby.

But apparently many people (women in particular) like to stop and play with newborn babies, and now some adult women are playing house with fake babies. Some women are even going as far as taking day trips with the fake babies to the park, out to eat, and even hosting birthday parties for them.

One gal, forty-nine-year-old Linda is married with no children of her own.  Now, she says she feels like a mother because she has Reborns — dolls made to look and feel like the real thing (Yeah?  I can sit in the garage for half of a day, but that don’t make me a car).

“It’s not a crazy habit, like, you know, drinking, or some sort of, something that’s going to hurt you. It’s like a hobby. and it doesn’t really hurt anybody,” Linda said.

Unless you are say her husband standing in the shop at the end of the day, and all the guys are yelling, “Hey Ray, your old lady is on TV!” Another free trip to the Local Stripper Club on the way home … thanks Hon.

Another surprise was hearing that these women are paying big bucks for this hobby, from $100 to a few thousand dollars. For Reborn owner Lachelle Moore, the fake babies fill a void.   “What’s so wonderful about Reborns is that, um, they’re forever babies,” said Moore, who has grown children and grandchildren. “There’s no college tuition, no dirty diapers… just the good part of motherhood,” she added.

In her Kansas City home, one woman even has an elaborate room for the dolls. She organizes birthday parties, bakes a cake and even invites guests.   Psychologists like Dr. Phil, say there could be a problem if and when these women stop interacting socially with others in their life.

I mean “Duh?  Do you think so?”

All of this reminded me of my shipboard days in the United States Navy where while stationed on an aircraft carrier I observed on numerous occasions this guy walking around the ship with a “dog on a leash.”

Only drawback was “there wasn’t a dog at the end of the leash” there was just air.

He took it with him everywhere he went, he talked to it, he told it to sit, stay, to stop barking, the whole nine yards.  We his sane shipmates of course all thought he was nuts, and often, told him so.  One day while standing in the chow line I happened to be standing next to him and I noticed that he did not have the leash, and I wondered to myself, “Where is the dog?”

So I asked him, “Hey man, where is the dog?”

He just smiled and said, “I don’t need him anymore.  I am getting out on Tuesday.”

You don’t have to be “reborn” to figure that one out.”

Dr. Phil, 3:00 P.M. CST weekdays … Check your local listings.

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RELATED:  Here is a great article on Hobbies from a woman’s perspective, read this well written piece here. True Blue Texan Blogspot.

Don’t Be Pickin On My Girls

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Here is some food for thought this Monday morning. The last thing in life that I desire is to have one of these bathetic blogs where nothing happens, it is boring, and for lack of a better word, resembles a Ghost Town.

At the same time, I am sure that you the viewer or the reader would not come back each day if this was all filled with “I hate George Bush” tripe or some other pet peeve that I have to rant upon.  What if this was filled with one type or brand of discontent … I hate this … and this … day after day. Not very interesting or entertaining, kind of like Oatmeal today, tomorrow, next week.

No good.

It would not be an enjoyable or memorable experience. I don’t want to see the comments section degenerate into some kind of morass of: “Can you give me Oprah’s telephone number? How many minutes do I have left on my cellphone when the dial sez … Who won American Idol? And Is Ray Charles really Stevie Wonder’s Uncle?”

This past weekend I was shocked to some extent to learn that a lot of people do not like Rachael Ray, the cooking host on the Food Channel. Now I am admittedly a Paula Deen fan myself and I have serious leanings towards the blond chick with the low cut, well, I digress.

What I found after some basic research, dumbfounded me.  I could not believe people have a strong dislike of Rachael so I Goggled her up (“I hate Rachael Ray”) and sure enough, about fifteen pages of I don’t like Rachael. I started to do it with BoxcarOkie.com but my blood pressure med has run out and will not be refilled until the 12th so I decided to let that sleeping dog lie … which may have been a good move.

If you do the same (Goggle her) there you will find page after page of “I hate Rachael.” Really surprised me and that is a fact. Have we slumped this low in society that we are now devoting our anger and disregard against cooking chefs or non-chef personalities?

It used to be our enemies were well defined: Hitler, Pol-Pot, Stalin and to some extent, Fidel Castro were our avowed bad guys, not to mention all of those people over there on the FOX News Network.  Now we have added cooking show hosts to the mix? We have an entire Cyberspace Community of detractors dedicated to pulling down those who entertain and feed us at the same time.

Betty Crocker would roll over in her grave.

What man designs can be used for good or evil, and here we have the Internet being used to get together to hate an irrelevant entity. Where would is the fun in that? And while the tone of the anti-Rachael movement sometimes seems a little unbalanced, and they claim that fun is basically the point, it is mean spirited and that is sad.

Give me a break.

People like Rachael, Dr. Phil and Judy Judy (now there is a piece of work), who make the leap from being accomplished professionals to being famous, is it luck or talent? Timing helps, but I remain a big believer in what it is that you do with your inherent qualities and talents that take you to where you are.

Take me for instance, “When I first got out of the service, they told me that I could take my learned skills of the defense department of the United States and apply them in the civilian sector, for a successful change-over to civilian life.” Which was encouraging as all get out to me, but it didn’t take me long to discover that “American Airlines wasn’t hiring any tail-gunners” so I went to work for the Santa Fe Railroad.  But this is about Rachael not BoxcarOkie.

Rachael admits that she isn’t the best at what she does, she also freely admits that if people want to waste their time hating her, that is okay too, it is their right to do this she claims, and believe it or not, she isn’t bothered by it at all. She freely admits that she is not a chef, has never been to cooking school per say, and doesn’t pretend to be anything other than who and what she is … Rachael Ray.

That to me is a pretty healthy attitude to take forward in life.

What sets her apart is that she is there, and they are not, that is the way I see it. All the “Rachael Wanna Be’s are not her biggest fans” that seems to be a given here.

In our culture we sometimes find “shared likes and dislikes” and fandom, in a word it can bind us all together and sometimes unfortunately, it is also a moving force to tear things apart.

Most of her detractors I noticed are located over on “Live Journal” a place that I had a site on until I found out what type of place it was. This is a hot bed for people that dislike everything in the world, I quickly removed myself from it and brought my particular brand of hysteria over here to WordPress.com.  Much more mellow and certainly more adult in nature.

From what I have gathered is that the community of Live Journal I-really-don’t-like-youse.com has been around for about three years.  Now while all of this is going on, despite them, Rachael, a Cape Cod native, was on her way to becoming the pop culture juggernaut she is today, with a couple of Food Network shows, a syndicated talk show, a magazine started a year ago that is expected to top a million in circulation, plans for a restaurant, and even CDs of her favorite songs for kids and the holidays.

Meanwhile, Ray-bashing has flourished, too.

Now Creative Endeavors has its fair share of detractors and malcontents, but not a whole site devoted to us. I read all of this and I think to myself, “It should happen to me” (fame, fortune, an entire community of YOU SUCK and I hate you) but we all know that old story don’t we?

That dawg aint gonna hunt … Sorry.

Which raises a curious point: While the hate-community is now mentioned in practically every article about Ray, and new members keep chiming in, it seems to have had no impact on Ray’s rise. Or as my wife, Cup Cake is prone to say when I point out some no talent bum who is being paid to do stupid stuff on television … She will just say, “Yeah? Well, he’s laughing all the way to the bank and you just threw your shoe at the television!” or something really cute like that.

rachael-ray-boobsWhat I really love about Rachael is the girl connects the food to her passion in life. She in the beginning took a simple idea and she parlayed it into a popular show and mini-empire in her name. Her biggest problem in my opinion is that she is “bright, she is perky, she says …. Hey, I am not a chef or anything like that, but I can show you how to do this and make it a whole lot easier.” Rachael likes what she is doing and she is good at what she does, and the absolutely disgusting part of all this is it shows!

That is the magic recipe here. (Go Girl You Rock!)

It might just be that what is stickin’ in the craw of the rest of these buzzards that don’t like her. She figured out a way to illustrate or explain and then shows us projects that are easy in scope to accomplish and at the same time make a lot of sense.

The people that come to read your stuff or watch you do your thing, are the key to all of this. “If you’ve got a fan base, you can weather negative word of mouth.” (And the anti-Ray sentiment may be a special case, given that many of her fans are almost certainly motivated by an anti-sentiment of their own, against complicated cooking and our “foodie” culture.)

So I am fairly sure Rachael will be there the next time I tune in, and that is all that really matters to me.  Rachael Ray exemplifies what is good about our country.  A glimmer of the American Dream still exists, a small fiery red smoldering ember just beneath the surface of all this other trash of man.

That is what is great about this country. You don’t necessarily have to be brilliant (to be president, Sarah Palin) or great looking (Ellen Degenress) or really smart (Elizabeth Hasslebeck) to make it.  Cooking is not my passion in life, but I do know what I like and I do not like.

Take that Rick guy the in Chicago that cooks all the Mexican food, he is really cool and has to been to Mexico so many times, I now believe he has dual-citizenship.  I am going to start a “I Love Mexican Rick” website and see if we can drum up an audience.

And of course, I like Rachael Ray.

She learned how to do it, explain it in a sentence, showed everyone how to make it and deliver it with passion. If she ever develops a “Micro-Wave Department” I will be sold for life.  Rachael Ray is a national treasure, a talent in her own right, and should be appreciated.  We are in dire need of real talent in this country, not all this trumped up media tripe.

Now put on your happy feet and get to work, it is after all Monday and you have a “government to support.”  I am going to go into Cup Cake’s Kitchen and make me a two-egg omelet (I have it all on tape).

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