Jus Sayin 01-06-17


It is not easy, sitting here, 24/7 writing all this, five days per week.  No wait a minute, is that right?  531 words just for you, now tell me, “don’tcha feel kinda special.  The PUMP-HOUSE GANG IS NOW LONG GONE, AS AS USUAL, IT WAS ALL ABOUT GRANDMA.

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Don’t ask me why.


Here we go, get ready, another dose of Early Morning Magic.  Well, it isn’t really magic, just another day, as a matter of fact, “I do this all the time.” 

It has been reputed by some that I cannot live without it, but that is not true.  Things I cannot live without are:  flushing toilets, showers, fresh vegetables, halter tops, Asian-girl-on-girl porn, mediocre bus meets in Pahrump Nevada, and this.  Well this is five or six on the short list of what I cannot live without.

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Tribute to the new king

Here lately I am seeing a solid stream of Oklahoma politicians, political wanna-be’s and other social miscreants making a bee line to Washington to pay homage or tribute to our newly elected President.   As my Daddy used to say, “they are not fooling anyone, they are all lining up at the trough.”

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Wang Chung … 

imgres-25Michael Chin is flying home for his 25th high-school reunion, it has been a long time since he left his native land for a new life in the Silicon Valley.  He is looking forward to seeing one or two of his old flames, his school buddies, looking forward in anticipation of making new connections.

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Jus Sayin 1219

The guy in front of me orders, and then when finished looks at me, and flatly states to the girl, his name is "The Mouth From The South.” Now I did not actually know this person, and found this to be offensive. Instead of nailing him, I took it in stride, and proceeded to ignore him the rest of the evening. It seems to me that people are too quick with the name calling these days.Last night my sweet Muse came to me in a dream and she said:  “It would be great if you were closer to me, I could come over and lay my head on your shoulder and have a good cry … But then again, the smell of Ben Gaye really burns my eyes.”

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ObamaCare Certified AARP Health Care Professional Drama

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My back is cold and I am lying here on the paper, looking up at the ceiling, and I know I have been in this room before.

How?  The tiles look very familiar, the Dr. walks in, “What is going on today Mr. Smith?”

I always like that, how they refer to me as “Mister Smith.”  A sign of respect, honor, dignity, something I am totally unaccustomed to, believe me.

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Mama Cave Bear

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Good News!  WordPress and Mozilla have found an apparent fix to thier problems and we can post photo’s again without being shut down on the browser.  This has been a monumental hassle the past several weeks and it is good to know that it is over.  I have missed the graphic’s and hated the back n forth between this and Microsoft.


This year will be our first year of “Snow Birding” we will leave Oklahoma in the fall in our coach and we will return “just in time for the tornado’s” as my friends on the Westcoast are prone to put it.  That would be around April or May, or in other words, the following spring.  Either way, we are looking forward to the lifestyle change and eagerly await it’s appointed day sometime this fall.  Most everything that I have done so far this summer or spring, is geared towards that goal.  It will be something totally new for both of us, and we are ready to take the plunge.

Two people living within the parameters of a small space could be a problem, we are not sure if we will make it or not.  Might end up killing each other in some rest area over the issue of burnt toast or something.  You ever stop to think about how different men and women are?  Well, they are.

Women and men just think differently, a woman will limp into the room and the man will say, “What’s a matter with your foot Marge?” and the woman will reply, “I hit my big toe on a chair when I was crossing the livingroom.”

Now a man, he will come limping in and when asked the very same question will reply, “Some idiot left a chair in the livingroom!”

Women …They’re sitting there during Ugly Betty or Dancin’ With The Stars and they are simpering, wiping tears from the corner of their eye.  The hubby is sitting right alongside his woman, and he is thinking, “might as well run two more strands of wire back there at the same time, a red & black, #14, just in case I got to hook something else up later on.”

Then there is reality.

A voice yells out “C’mon get in here, three minutes to American Idol” and the guy is thinking “shoot me, shoot me, take me out in a field like an old dog and put one between my ears.”  She often has scared me in the past, she said “she always wanted a big Prevo with LOTS OF STAINLESS STEEL” which we all know, takes a mountain of elbow grease just to keep up.  Having observed her services or help at maintenance on a Koi Pond one long hot summer, I thank God for my dull, clean, low-maint Eagle 10-S.

She can never understand why it takes so long to get from point A to point B, will offer up the Atlas and say, “Look it is only this far on the map” pointing to three or four inches.  But then again, the male by the same standard is most likely the only person on the face of the planet that can relate to “one inch equals a mile” and actually get away with it.

So the saga continues …Testosterone is what I am after.

Ice Road Truckers, American Loggers, NASCAR I want to implode something in Minneapolis or some other place back east.  I don’t want to listen to Paula Deen explain how she found this old dead armadillo on the highway, and soaked it in a secret sauce for the last nine hours, and when we’re done girls “it will taste just like chicken!”  When was the last time you heard anyone male or female for that matter say something like:  “I just love the rich hearty beefy flavor.”  Give me a break.

Face it, we is different.

Take buses for instance, men form a close personal relationship with their coach, they fawn over it, they brush it, they stroke it, feed it, maintain it, they have the most fun you can have in this world with your clothes on, and their respective mates, they hardly even notice.  Men take a great deal of pride in their accomplishments, like a barnyard cock, they strut around the bus, they notice ever ding, every dent, pulling a rag from in their pocket, they knock off the unwanted.

For the most part, I am the same way, the very same way.

Now I refer to it as my hobby, “Daddy’s Hobby,” but others have called it an obsession.  I certainly do not qualify to assume the rank of Certified Bus Nut or Qualified Bus Lover, but there are people whom I come in contact with here lately, that are clearly over the edge.  Stainless Steel Fever has hit with a vengeance on some of these folks, they are carrying a new strain of The Ebola She Don’t Wanna Turn Ovah Virus of which I am sure there is no known cure.

Here is the problem, another bus lover comes over, he admires my coach, we start to bond, and things go swimmingly well.  With all good experiences in life, there is give and there is taking, relationships form, things previously not known are now known.  It is called The Rumsfield Principle I believe, “we have known knowns and we have unknown knowns, and there are the unknown knowns that are still not known at this time.” And as long as all this stays on the exterior of the coach or in the storage bays located along each side, all is well, but the minute I open the door and offer a “stranger” as she refers to them access to HER coach, I am in hot water.

Like a Mama Bear protective of her new cubs, I am put on warning.

I had an old man at Camping World who just insisted on seeing the inside of yore rigg as he put it, so I opened up the door.  There she sat at the table, playing a game of solitaire a game she devotes hours too, and I told the old man, “Step up there pard, and check it out.”   Then I got the look, you know what I am talking about here, “the” look. (Sort of like being THE only male standing in Victoria’s Secret store on Wednesday …. What is HE doing in HERE kind of look)

Later on, afterwards, the look will be replaced with the finger, which she deftly points at me, and when the discussion is particularly heated, the finger starts moving slowly at first, from side to side, the finger will emphasize by moving rapidly from side to side in order to clarify.  Often this is followed by lift off!  (providing all launch code provisions have been met and adhered to)

I just hate that when it happens.

Ceste Le Vive which is French for “that is life,” south of the border it translates La Vita Loca, “this crazy life.”  Thus ends today’s tale of woe, it is often, “not easy to be me.’  A tough grueling act, balancing several balls in the air at a given time working on a need to know basis.  A tough job but what the hey …. Someone has to do it.

Now if you will excuse me, I need to find a spot at the back of the lot and see if I can pull up some local channels and Ophra this afternoon.  She is supposed to have this six foot four-inch Georgia Lumberjack weighing in at 245lbs., his main complaint seems to be he cannot figure out a way to keep his 98 lb., four foot seven inch wife from beating him up.

I don’t want to miss that, no sir, I want to see this one for sure.  Might even be some good ol’ down south finger wiggling in there too.


An Imperfect World

I owe some of you an apology, it seems there have been some repeaters (duplicate postings) here lately, and I apologize for that.  WordPress.com has been presenting me with some problems and I believe I have a handle on it and there should not be any more of these repeaters in the future.

If you would like a more detailed explanation of what has been going on with the WordPress.Com Black Hole, please click on this link.  Again, I am sorry if you linked to this and then later on you found dead space.  Your absolute best bet is to either Bookmark the page or use the RSS Feed, other than those two, it seems all bets are off with this system.  I guess it would be a pretty boring world if everything went the way we wanted it to huh?  But dog-gone it, I would just like to win one every now and then, that would be nice.


Friday-Friday, Edie who came on earlier in the week with her caustic comments on Sneaking Into America did not furnish a website address or a blog for us to inspect her works, another nasty little Nut-Job Internet troller has been found, stick a pin in the map.  They come onboard, take their little cheap shot, and then move on, most of the time, never to appear again.

What a sad commentary on life huh?

It has been an especially trying week for me and I have had trouble adjusting to everything that has been coming down the pike, but I believe I will make it.  Lost two friends recently, one to natural causes and the other just faded away, that has been on my mind too.  I have to finish this and then go see what in the world is wrong with my music program, it is jamming up and giving me fits.  I seem to be in the Bermuda Triangle of the Electronic World this week for some strange reason.  The stinkin lawnmower took four pulls yesterday and it is still hot outside.

Been one of those weeks, let me tell you.

This morning I discovered I had a Trojan horse on my computer, but the members of the viral killer community assured me it would be easy to remove and it was not a big threat to me or my system.  Eleven pages of printed out instructions later, it was gone.  I had to shut down four times, reboot, run two complete full scans and finally after about ninety minutes or so, I was as my Mom used to say pulling me out of the bathtub …. “Squeaky clean and ready for bed!”

What a pain in the part of you that goes over the fence last that was.

Folks up in Seattle are talking about us, and our recently yet to be named looted basketball team.  Here is a sample of what I found yesterday on some local DJ banter.  “We have a three-way tie for Quote of the Day, first involving former voice of the Sonics and the new voice of Seattle Sounders FC, Kevin Calabro.  Kevin: I’m too old a dog to start over. My family and I have roots here in the area. You know, we’ve been here 21 years and we’ve raised four kids here in the great Northwest. We’ve done a fair amount of moving around, which is not uncommon in this business. And so when you find a home and you find a quality of life like we have here, you don’t take that lightly, and you never take it for granted. No, we’ve always wanted to stay here, no question. Oklahoma City, with all due respect to them and their community, it had absolutely no attraction for us.  Spike: With all due respect, it’s a poo-hole. With all due respect. I love you!”

Now I have lived here all my life, but I honestly have to admit, I have never heard it called a “poo-hole” before.  I had mistakenly assumed they were talking about that hole in the tree where the bear went to get the honey.  What a sheltered life I seem to live.  Does this mean that there is no Giant Pink Bunny in the Universe who laid the egg that later became our planet?

News is now saying that cellphone use could be linked to cancer.  First it is, then it isn’t, I sure wish they would make up their mind.  Reminds me of that thing awhile back.  Coffee is good for you, coffee is bad for you … coffee is ……. Well, you get the picture dont’cha?

So now it has moved over to cellphones.  They are now saying it has something to do with “static electro magnetic waves” or something like that.  I have to be honest about it.  I really don’t notice a difference in reception or brain waves when I am wearing my tin-foil hat, but I do admit that I take it off for incoming calls.

Some gal left me a message this morning that began with “Hi Honey” and it was not my wife, and it never fails to amaze me, “How can someone listen to an outgoing voice mail message from a complete stranger and not know that it is a complete stranger?”

Must be a blonde.

Local Malcontent has set a date for his wedding; it is going down in December.  He is a good guy, I wish them well.  I just finished reading this book on “How To Be The Man of Your House.”  Pretty interesting reading, took some of it task, and decided I would run it by the wife.

I came storming into the kitchen and announced: From now on, you need to know that I am the man of this house and my word is law.  Furthermore, you will prepare for me a gourmet meal tonight, and when I am finished eating my meal, you will serve me a sumptuous dessert.  After dinner, you are going to draw me a warm bath, so that I might relax.  Afterwards you will retire to the bedroom and do with me, what it is that I desire.  Then, you will massage my feet and hands, then tomorrow, guess who is going to dress me and comb my hair?” There was a short pause and then she responded …. “The Freakin’ Funeral Home Director?”

Marriage is often like that … give and take.  Here is another view of marriage for you.

Girl across the street is having a garage sale, man I hate garage sales!  They are a lot of work, no profit, and people just irritate the fizz out of you.  “Will you take a dime for this?” and you reply, “Lady, that is a Microwave Oven for cryin’ out loud!”

No sir, don’t want any garage sales.

Email has certainly heated up this week, it appears that the Email-Contact link is very popular for some reason.  Here is the absolute best email of the week:  “Texas Bar Sues Church.” In a small Texas town (Mt. Vernon), Drummond’s Bar began construction on a new building to increase their business.  A local Baptist church started a campaign with petitions & prayers to block the bar from opening.  Work progressed right up until the week before opening when lightning struck the bar, and it burned to the ground.

The church folks were rather smug in their outlook after that, until the bar owner sued the church on the grounds that the church was ultimately responsible for the demise of his building, either through direct or indirect actions or means.  The church vehemently denied all responsibility or any connection to the building’s demise in its reply to the court.

As the case made its way into court, the judge looked over the paperwork.  At the Hearing he commented, “I don’t know how I’m going to decide this, but as it appears from the paperwork, we have a bar owner who believes in the power of prayer, and an entire church congregation that does not.”

Because of the apparent unreliability of this system (WordPress) I would RSS or Bookmark this site if you want to insure you receive it.  They are evidently posting or not posting where-ever they want to or do not want to … And I cannot guarantee it will be here as it supposed to be, nor will it be where it is tagged.

Which I believe is all that I think I understand about what it is that I think I know about it, generally speaking.

Have a Great Weekend.



Pope Benedict XVI has attacked popular culture and consumerism in a formal address to tens of thousands of young Roman Catholics. The pontiff also warned that natural resources were being squandered, in a speech in Sydney, Australia.

Which I guess is a lot better than talking about pedophiles in the pulpit. Back in the USA Jesse Jackson responded with “No Comment, damn sure, No comment.”

Astronomers analyzing the first images captured by the new Hubble Space Kaleidoscope, which went online Tuesday, announced that they’ve acquired the first concrete evidence that the universe is in a constant state of total weirdness.

The economic news yesterday was bad, bad, and more bad, and it is the lead story of all the newspapers. “A sense of economic gloom gripped Washington on Tuesday,” the New York Times writes. The Washington Post goes with a near-banner headline, “An Economy Thrown Into Turmoil.” USA Today’s front page also features several big arrows; the ones for good things are going down and those for bad things are going up. “So this is what a day of reckoning feels like. … If it wasn’t clear before Tuesday, it is now: This is no ordinary economic crisis, and it won’t be over anytime soon,” the paper writes.

And they wonder why the American consumer confidence is down?

Federal Reserve Chairman Ben Bernanke testified in front of Congress that economic growth was “on a sluggish pace,” and that on top of that, inflation was a risk.  The Commerce Department reported that wholesale prices were up 1.8 percent, and retail sales rose just 0.1 percent in June over the previous month and were down 0.5 percent when gas-station sales were excluded. The stock market was down 93 points, and stocks in London, Paris, and Tokyo suffered as well.

The dollar fell to a new low against the Euro. Police in California had to be summoned to restore order at a run on a bank, where customers waited in line to withdraw their money. “It was a day of ugliness,” said one analyst quoted in the L.A. Times … “What else can you say?”

Exxon raised the price of a gallon of gas four cents, because they heard that Bob wasn’t coming in on Friday to the refinery in Stickitinyourrear Parrish Louisana.  The lone (sort of) optimistic voice of the day belonged to President Bush, who held a snap press conference at which, in the words of the New York Times “he felt compelled to remind Americans that their deposits were insured up to $100,000.

Thatta boy Dubya, what a guy!  Off The Radar Again …. Houston we still have a problem.

If you act like a dick in Florida, you will be asked to pay for it.  A 19-year-old man must make an apology to the city of Saratoga Springs for dressing as an inflatable 6-foot penis and then parading across SPAC’s stage at the high school’s graduation last month.  While as an added touch, spraying the folks in the audience with silly string.

Who says you cannot get a quality education in this country anymore?

Calvin Morett of 337 Pyramid Pine Estates must also pay to have the open-apology letter published in the Saratogian newspaper as part of a City Court sentence that calls for him to pay $95 in court fees. He was also ordered to perform 24 hours of community service. Morett had previously pleaded guilty to disorderly conduct, a violation. Morett graduated from Saratoga Springs High School last year.

And they sent me to Mr. Moody’s office for less than this, a whole lot less.

Well, that are about it for another one boys & girls, time to get back to work on my upcoming novel for the fall debut on the Oprah Book Club.

Still struggling for that catchy book cover that draws people in.  And I have not come up with a bold title for it, but the basic storyline is as follows:  “Aliens come to earth in a miniature spaceship, who are far more advanced than earthlings.  Apparently they are a important mission, they are in search of carbon based forms of fuel (of which earthlings are one) and they are undergoing a life or death undertaking for their society and/or planet.  Something like our National Elections.”

Earth has something that they need, so they send a representative in the form of these little men (I have not decided on a color as of yet, just know it will not be green) to negotiate a better deal with the inhabitants, kind of like a Connie-do-Leesa type negotiator on a mission for more oil or whatever natural resource you happen to have.

It is kind of a “fish out of water” kind of read, some people are going to hate it and others are going to lap it up. Have not located a publisher at this time.  I am hoping for a let’s all rip this page out, pin it on the wall, and stick in nails, needles, and staples, read it every day kind of thing. Perhaps Oprah will help me to find it a home and make it a must read, this could very well be the new work environment manifest for America.

Realistically speaking, it will probably end up pinned to a refrigerator somewhere with a magnet in the shape of a small piece of fruit, and that is the best I can hope for in the end.  (Hey?  It got my total word count up for the day, works for me)


WordPress.Com Black Hole

Lately I have noticed a lot of my posts either disappearing or just flat out not making the trip (going unpublished) so I started paying more attention to it, documenting as I went along, and I have discovered some interesting things about WordPress.Com … It is a Mickey Mouse System and they don’t seem to care one way or the other.

Part of the problem is the scheduling of posts, I write a great deal, and I was assuming incorrectly that I could write it, then store it here, and schedule it for posting later.  I mean “they have the feature here, they say you can do it.” … so I just figured it was possible.

Silly me.

Scheduling posts does not work, they have been having problems with it dating all the way back to 2006 and of course, they just refer any and all replies to “FAQ”.  Which is the short route to “support/comment oblivion” and you will never come out it alive or in good working order.  The tag surfer was problematic also, but if you switch the browser to FireFox it goes away, certainly nothing that WordPress had to do with.  I was over two months figuring that one out before I spotted an online tip about it.

For the most part, the scheduling posts problem seems to have been here for a little over two years.  The problem is unresolved, sloppy service and/or NO service would be unacceptable just about anywhere else.  Apparently here, it is no big deal.  Here it seems to be the status quo.  Maybe in 2012?

If you try and schedule any of your posts for publishing in the near future, you are for the most part “tilting at windmills.”  You also run the risk of exposing any and all future material at the same time, by trying to compose them here and store them online, which isn’t advised (see link below).  This is why some of you are seeing repeat articles here this week, which will stop.  Now that I am on top of the problem, I can work around this.

Having learned this information “the hard way” I have reverted to writing, composing and storing in a safe environment, my hard drive, and I will bring it over to this miserable excuse for a communication medium when I need to.

This will alleviate my problem, and fix yours, it should be okay.

If you want the nuts and bolts of it all, click on the link.  Here you will find documented one week of WordPress.com and their sorry record.  You make the call, it is pitiful at best. In my opinion it is a small wonder anyone ever gets to read anything you write, about half of the time it isn’t posted and when it is, it is in the wrong place.

Check it out  THE MICKEY MOUSE WORDPRESS.COM COMMUNITY or you can return to the base article.

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