tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19219579916310861382024-02-18T22:20:23.284-06:00okjimm's eggroll emporiumalways expect the unexpected. That way when evil shit happens it won't be such a big surprise.
Moab Diechleerokjimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013002335848390765noreply@blogger.comBlogger821125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921957991631086138.post-39479907671359921042016-05-04T12:30:00.001-05:002016-05-04T12:37:31.139-05:00Hold the mustard!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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okjimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013002335848390765noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921957991631086138.post-86432021074339216762016-04-07T21:33:00.001-05:002016-04-07T21:33:17.929-05:00I have had with all sorts of shit....really<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</a><a href="http://www.cheatsheet.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/GettyImages-484777032.jpg?d93230" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="ted cruz eating" border="0" class="wp-image-858177" src="http://www.cheatsheet.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/GettyImages-484777032.jpg?d93230" data-src="http://www.cheatsheet.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/GettyImages-484777032.jpg?d93230" height="209" width="320" /></a>So Missiffippiff says it okeey dokeey to not serve Gay-Lesbian-Trans-Bi.....and they will check your ID to be sure...or make you drop your shorts! Now how in black strap molasses would they know....someone is gonna order a pizza...and say, "Whoa, by the way, I'm gay." Religious beliefs! hmmmm.....well I think I am gonna march right on down there and tell them I am a Bokononist and I wanna wedding cake in the shape of a Dildo with chocolate sprinkles and stuff .... so...Ted Cruz comes into my joint and orders some tinfoil.....nope...I wouldn't serve him.....I don't believe in assholes!<br />
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And what the Fuck is up with Trump????<br />
They guys says absolutely nothing ..."I'm ahead! I'm ahead!" The guy is a Dickhead and should not be allowed in Missikkkikki cause they have made it legal to discriminate against Dickheads who chew tinfoil.<br />
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I am not hot on politics these days. Democrats or, oh gees, the Asshole Party.<br />
This is the BEST WE CAN DO????<br />
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<em>When I believe......I am crazy. </em><br />
<em>When I don't believe.....I suffer psychotic depression.</em><br />
~ Philip K. Dick<br />
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and that is the nub of it....I can't believe in anything anymore and that depresses the shit out of me. I used to believe in a small core of goodness that I thought existed in even the nastiest folk. Nope. Not anymore. Once upon a time you felt that religion was a strange cloak that people wore and it made them be good cause if they weren't God would rip it off them and everyone would see what assholes they were. Evil seems to be the new religion. And pack a gun cause we are all sinners and evil.<br />
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<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TL3h5rYnVLA">ASSHOLISM</a><br />
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IT'S the new religion, the new body politic....I can't believe in it and I can not disbelieve.<br />
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maybe I should write a blog.okjimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013002335848390765noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921957991631086138.post-52818618550162915932015-12-24T09:43:00.001-06:002015-12-24T09:43:45.556-06:00Mary Christmas....but Carol was a nice girl,too!<span id="yui_3_2_0_1_1324744189950106" style="font-family: "sans-serif";">Three men died on Christmas Eve and were met by <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1324744180_0">Saint Peter</span> at the <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1324744180_1">pearly<br />
gates</span>. 'In honor of this holy season' Saint Peter said, 'You must each<br />
possess something that symbolizes Christmas to get into heaven.'<br />
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The man from England fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a lighter.<br />
He flicked it on. 'It represents a candle', he said.<br />
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'You may pass through the pearly gates' Saint Peter said.<br />
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The man from Scotland reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys.<br />
He shook them and said, 'They're bells.'<br />
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Saint Peter said 'You may pass through the pearly gates'.<br />
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The Irish man started searching desperately through his pockets and finally<br />
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St. Peter looked at the man with a raised eyebrow and asked, 'And just what<br />
do those symbolize?'<br />
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The Irishman replied, 'These are Carols.'</span>okjimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013002335848390765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921957991631086138.post-57540862113137199442015-09-03T18:18:00.001-05:002015-09-03T18:18:17.341-05:00da B'swhoa....got stung by dat bee.....right foot....by a right footed bee.....hurts, itches. musta been a republican bee. in the mean......<br />
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<span class="-newsgate-character-cci-dateline">TOWN of LAMARTINE – </span> A town of Lamartine man died Saturday when a homemade meat smoker exploded.<br />
Richard L. Zabel, 55, was found dead at 1:19 p.m. inside a machine shed at W9184 Johnson Road.<br />
Lt. of Detectives Cameron McGee said the Fond du Lac County Sheriff's Office is investigating the incident.<br />
"The North Fond du Lac Ambulance and Lamartine First Responders were called to the scene for the initial report that someone had fallen. When investigators arrived on scene, they discovered that a 55-year-old man was dead inside the building," McGee said.<br />
McGee said Zabel was cooking turkeys and chickens in the meat smoker. According to online records, the property where the explosion occurred is owned by Bernard and Vicki Giebel. Zabel lives nearby.<br />
"Evidence indicates that the flame on the LP burner went out and as a result the gas continued to accumulate inside the smoker," McGee said. "And when (Zabel) went to relight the burner, the spark from the lighter caused the gas to explode."<br />
McGee said the force of the explosion caused the heavy-duty door of the smoker to blow open, striking Zabel in the head, killing him instantly.<br />
"When something explodes, it's going to blow open at the weakest point which was the door, which was triple-latched," McGee said.<br />
McGee said the smoker was larger and better constructed than most store-bought models.<br />
"It was about 4 feet tall and about 3 feet wide and built really solid, including the door. Someone really put a lot of thought into building this thing," McGee said. "We were told that they had been using it for the past three years without any problems."<br />
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HMMMMMM.......now that the Turkey is smoked they shouldn't have any more problems.okjimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013002335848390765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921957991631086138.post-85456908811005303872014-10-09T19:55:00.003-05:002014-10-09T19:55:47.740-05:00Well, I liked it....<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJEVkuNsEi0">ok</a>okjimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013002335848390765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921957991631086138.post-8653652827088349202014-10-02T17:21:00.002-05:002014-10-02T17:21:56.387-05:00blessed be those who wear clean underwear...for they shall not offendso.... I stumbled on this...
“Blessed are the weird people–poets, misfits, writers, mystics…painters & troubadours–<i>for they teach us to see the world through different eyes.”</i><br />
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<i>Moab Dichleer </i><i>and I kinda liked it. Misfits...if you say it over and over it sounds like oven mits or something. Milwaukee Misfits would also be just a peachy name for a baseball team.
But I kind of thought a little more about the Blessed thing. I mean, if we are going to go around blessing Misfits....why gees, I am sure there are others that could use a good blessing...
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<i>Blessed are the poor in spirit
for they have not had enough beer.
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<i>Blessed are they who mourn,
for they didn't cover the point spread on the last Packer game.</i><br />
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Blessed are the meek,
for they never get laid.
Blessed are the clean of heart,
now if they would only clean their underwear is what I'm thinking.
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<i>Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they hang out with the meek.
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<i>Blessed are the merciful,
for they will be subject to ridicule and scorn by the Tea Party.</i><br />
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Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called wimps and shipped off to Iraq.</i><br />
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Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness,*
for their commie pinko attitude gets them shit from everyone.
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<i>Blessed are you when they insult you and persecute you and utter every kind of evil against you 'cause that'll teach you to be a guest on Bill O'Reilly's show! HA!
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<i>So anyways, Rejoice and be glad, for your reward will be great unless you are audited by the IRS. Then you can just go hang out with the meek and curse your brother-in-law who did your taxes.
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"Damn, I just joined the Rotary Club.""No", the guys says, "I can't believe that the donkey sold the place."
“Oh, those are the peanuts,” he replies. “They’re complimentary.”
And the rabbi replied, "No . . . I think I'll just wait for the police."
The blind man is silent for a moment and then says, "Nah, I wouldn't want to have to explain it five times."
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there is a line between wise-cracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wise-cracking is simply calisthenics with words.”
BUT.... a joke is a joke is a joke...... as long as I think it's funny...it's called the jimm-rule.
Five doctors went duck hunting one day. Included in the group were a general
practice (GP) physician, a pediatrician, a psychiatrist, a surgeon and a
pathologist.
After a time, a bird came winging overhead. The first to react was the GP
who raised his shotgun, but then hesitated.
"I'm not quite sure it's a duck," he said, "I think that I will have to get
a second opinion." And of course by that time, the bird was long gone.
Another bird appeared in the sky thereafter. This time, the pediatrician
drew a bead on it. He too, however, was unsure if it was really a duck in
his sights and besides, it might have babies. "I'll have to do some more
investigations," he muttered, as the creature made good its escape.
Next to spy a bird flying was the sharp-eyed psychiatrist. Shotgun
shouldered, he was more certain of his intended prey's identity. "Now, I
know it's a duck, but does it know it's a duck?" The fortunate bird
disappeared while the fellow wrestled with this dilemma.
Finally, a fourth fowl sped past and this time the surgeon's weapon pointed
skywards. BOOM!! The surgeon lowered his smoking gun and turned
nonchalantly to the pathologist beside him. "Go see if that was a duck, will
you?"
I was going to kill myself today by taking a thousand aspirin. But after taking the first two I felt better.
I failed my Health and Safety class test today.
Apparently, when they ask you, "In the event of a fire, what steps would you take?" "Goddam large ones" is not the correct answer
The devout cowboy lost his favorite Bible while he was mending fences out on the range.
Three weeks later, a duck walked up to him carrying the Bible in its mouth.
The cowboy couldn't believe his eyes.
He took the precious book out of the duck's mouth, raised his eyes heavenward and exclaimed, "It's a miracle!"
"Not really," said the duck. "Your name is written inside the cover."
A man in a movie theater notices what looks like a duck sitting next to him.
"Are you a duck?" asked the man, surprised.
"Yes."
"What are you doing at the movies?"
The duck replied, "Well, I liked the book."
A policeman in the big city stops a man in a car with a duck in the front seat.
"What are you doing with that duck?" He exclaimed, "You should take it to the zoo."
The following week, the same policeman sees the same man with the duck again in the front seat, with both of them wearing sunglasses. The policeman pulls him over.
"I thought you were going to take that duck to the zoo!"
The man replied, "I did. We had such a good time we are going to the beach this weekend!"
A man and his pet duck walk into a bar. It's about 5pm, but they're ready for a good night of drinking.
They start off slowly, watching TV, drinking beer, eating peanuts. As the night goes on they move to mixed drinks, and then shooters, one after the other.
Finally, the bartender says: "Last call."
So, the man says, "One more for me... and one more for my duck."
The bartender sets them up and they shoot them back. Suddenly, the duck falls over dead.
The man throws some money on the bar, puts on his coat and starts to leave.
The bartender, yells: "Hey buddy, you can't just leave that lyin' there."
To which the man replies: "That's not a lion, that's a duck."....
ok.... rained all day yesterday...about one and half inches. dark...gloomy today.
It just left me all feeling ...ducky
okjimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013002335848390765noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921957991631086138.post-54548533803481640542013-10-22T19:29:00.001-05:002013-10-22T19:29:05.760-05:00I dream of shadows, long and deep***** this is a draft of something I wrote back in May.
A first draft. It ain't no never mind. But for lack of anything else, I post it now. tell me what you think.
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<i>"ah, but I was so much older then,</i><br />
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Before I feel asleep last night I heard on a news show that it was 45 years ago that Bobby Kennedy was assassinated, on June 4th, 1968. And I was thrown back in time. That was the summer I came of age, which I always thought of as a dumb thing to say. I mean, what age are we talking about anyway? First kiss, first beer, first fist fight, first drunk, first time you got laid? Well, other than the last, I had already done all the former, the last item would not take place for another year, and I was still short of my 16th birthday that summer. I had fine tuned the art of shaving with my father's Gillette two side blue blade by then, after a year of trying to turn my face into cole slaw in my efforts to rid my countenance of a rapid and extremely dense black hair growth. Felt it made me look way too much like the farmers that came into town on saturdays and hung out at the feed mill. I was a TOWN boy and noway wanted to look like the hayseed kids that didn't shave at all and appeared scruffy and uneducated for lack of trying.<br />
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But it was Bobby's murder that set the tone for that summer, for me, and for all the innocence I may still have had at that point.<br />
I always will remember watching it on my own TV, and ancient 12 inch model that Al at the newspaper had given me. It worked well enough with the rabbit ears, and all, but you did have to jump up often and fine tune the dial or move the antennae, yet it wtill made me a bit special among my friends because I did have one after all and they didn't. I also had a regular job, which most didn't and that summer it paid me the extravagant wage of $1.15 per hour. At the newspaper. It was a small establishment that published twice a week, or to be honest, it was two weeklies that were run from the same office, by the same staff, The Sparta Herald on Mondays and the Monroe County Democrat that ran on Thursdays. My Dad was the Advertising manager for both and the year before, when there was an opening for the magnificently named position of 'Shit Kid',well he made sure I filled it. I am not kidding either.... that was the name of the job, or at least what all the pressman in the back called me, as in " kid, do this shit," or " kid, come ere; got shit for you to do," or 'kid, you doan know shit." .I rather liked the place, the gruffy pressmen. I ran ad copy to the groceries for Dad, delivered the job printing, the funeral cards to the funeral homes, was the spare hands on press day, and came in on Saturday's and emptied the waste cans, ashtrays and mopped the floor. In only one year I had gone from the minimum wage of $.85 to the princely $1.15. I did like the place.... I heard things... politics, city gossip, got to hang out in a REAL bar some Friday's when Dad and the Editor would have 'business' meetings. It was good.<br />
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And the stuff from Nam filled the news, Khe Sanh, My Lai, the Tet offensive...<br />
... and protests were breaking out all over, Madison, Columbia, Howard University...Johnson announced he would not see re-election. Eugene McCarthy was making peace waves. And I was very concerned about making the Varsity Football team.<br />
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...and there were Black Panter shoot-outs, everyone was starving in Biafra, the Czech Spring ended with a Soviet invasion.... the World was getting smaller and now that our family finally had gotten cable TV and moved from three channels to 12, it was in our living room, in color, though, as in many other things in life, the color needed constant attention and tuning least it be too red, or blue or green. And adjust you must, see, or you would miss that brand new show on TV, Laugh-In......<br />
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....though my favorite show was still the Smothers Brothers.<br />
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* well that is far as I got. the first time. I pulled this up because I thought it was time to throw up a post. I do forget where I was going with all that. I know, later that year, I did get a driver's license...I did make the Varsity... the youngest kid on the squad. but the summer was over. Just like this one. And now I watch the news and there is ....nothing...about a war that still lingers. I was back home for a while last summer....and walked the old main street. Most of the stores that once were there...are closed or turned into new& used shops...heavy on the used. But there is a Walmart. Oh boy. Back then...I liked the fall...now...the shadows at night come in too quickly for me to embrace them. I am not sure where I am going now...and I do care. Back then, I didn't....just moved through the days. it is funny how time works....and how the shadows of everything you knew can sometimes creep up on you, and that voice says, 'sleep, boy, it's all ok.okjimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013002335848390765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921957991631086138.post-25092255297487042542013-10-20T10:11:00.000-05:002013-10-20T10:11:12.844-05:00ok<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b7XbOCT-3oY"></a>okjimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013002335848390765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921957991631086138.post-11342794461028206672013-10-07T15:21:00.000-05:002013-10-07T15:21:04.795-05:00what's in a name anywayz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS5jKp7840LdGESoKbTIUgejtNWAFuYbqWHx5-N66kFcd9cAkyYXpMiWDB_oeENFUj00Xk0E9F3owxSlz18Xyg7OmmSo025-hJhrUbr-9nDS90sDakG02_LPy86davWLpJ8L0n-DkgfBc/s1600/mydliP2gSQF6nuaA_mdq3og.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS5jKp7840LdGESoKbTIUgejtNWAFuYbqWHx5-N66kFcd9cAkyYXpMiWDB_oeENFUj00Xk0E9F3owxSlz18Xyg7OmmSo025-hJhrUbr-9nDS90sDakG02_LPy86davWLpJ8L0n-DkgfBc/s320/mydliP2gSQF6nuaA_mdq3og.jpg" /></a></div>
well, it was a pretty uneventful week. sorta. wiped out on the bike while transfersing the cemetary. thats another story. but I broke the pinky on my right hand.....a real shame, see, cause it was my favorite digit with wich to pick my noes, again, no big deal, cause the nose is big enough and other fingers fit u- there just fine. thank you very much. and it doesn't hurt a whole lot, but it kind of just hangs there. again, not a big deal. it's just that little knuckle thingee right behind the nail. well not having insurance I just figured I coulod mend this sucker. bought some popsickles. they come with free sticks. so you eat the popsickles and keep the stick and wrap the whole thing up with duct tape. cept/// couldn't find the duct tape..had to use scotch tape. seemed to work just fine...cept when I woke up the thingee wasw covered in ants. see, I live in a real swifty neat apartment. Next time I will wash them there sticks instead of just licking them clean. good thing I didn't just try to pick the nose. coulda had splinter AND ants. No teacher like experience is what I say.
anyways...during all that futzing around and watching football... why gosh, I caught some news. Mainly.....some folks are saying the Washington Redskins should change their name, what with Redskin kind of being a derogatory name and all. and I guess it is...but, i'm thinking, all in all, there are more pressing issues...like opening up government and getting the nation back to work...maybe world peace...ending hunger...and then i'm thinking...well...it is kind of nasty. and maybe it should just be changed. like, see, if they were they Washington Wetbacks....well, no one would fly with that ....I mean, that is pretty offensive. So...I'm still think...maybe I bird or an animal or something. approporiate to ................DC like..maybe, the Deaf Fuckers...but then, that would be pretty offensive, too, and a whole buncha disabled folks wouln't like that much no matter how well it would fit Congress. and War Mongers would be good too, but that may set off the sensiblities of some...like Quakers and other pacifists. SO...how about this.... THE LYNCH MOB !!!!!! I think it is appropiate.....seeing as how everyone in Washington anywhere to the right really really likes Obama.....and gosh, the could make a lotta money selling new jerseys and souveniers. bring hangman nooses to games and stuff. White robes could be popu;ar again....
well, maybe I should just setttle down....think of something else. i would be asking too much of America to swap out a perfect;y good offensive sport nick name for another one.
aso...then I was thinking other deep thoughts, like, how come Boston is the only city in the USA with a dog named after them? Ya know, Boston terriers. How come there is no Milwaukee Mutts? No Detroit Dobermans? No Fresno Flea Bags? Gosh&stuff...the world is full of complex questions.
I best eat another popsickle...I gotzta change my splint. okjimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013002335848390765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921957991631086138.post-88336008747371409592013-10-02T08:41:00.004-05:002013-10-02T08:41:49.263-05:00I believe we should have a government program to help provide affordable beer for all Americans. It is shocking ...... how many Americans go to bed sober. I believe I will call it.... jimmocare. Or, the ABA, Affordable Beer Act. With a little work we CAN wipe out Sobriety in our life time.okjimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013002335848390765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921957991631086138.post-66992484415852077162013-09-30T10:19:00.000-05:002013-09-30T10:19:14.334-05:00almost....maybe.....sortajust an update.....if anyone is still there. <br />Got a new/old computer. big thanks to buddy, Dimly. <br />Billa Lang has helped me set up the sucker so I can read it better. Getting reused to a PC after using a Mac.....after going near blind, is a challenge. But not as challenged as watching Fox News. Hoping this works out and I get back to wasting time on the internet.okjimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013002335848390765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921957991631086138.post-36246553735451783942013-06-19T13:17:00.002-05:002013-06-19T13:17:40.216-05:00On hiatus for a bit.... the eyes have gotten worse...lost the goddam poser cord for my Mac...and using the Library PC sucks. Fluorescent light bulbs suck. On a good note, I found my toenail clipperss Now I need to find my band aidsokjimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013002335848390765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921957991631086138.post-53705503338368698432013-05-31T16:56:00.001-05:002013-05-31T16:56:25.084-05:00have a song, curtesy of my Pet Rock<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/npBo-FTiQDY" width="480"></iframe>okjimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013002335848390765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921957991631086138.post-20759580613599924232013-05-28T18:22:00.001-05:002013-05-28T18:58:12.985-05:00Birthdays and daughters.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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See, I thought his birthday was the Tuesday <i>after </i>Memorial Day. Which was, back then, the DAY" of the week he was born. And I thought that was today. Oh Well. I talked with him anyway. His sister straightened me out. She quick calculated when the 27th of May will fall on the Tuesday after Memorial Day and wrote it out for me.<br />
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He is still doing the road thing with the TV show people. He is flying somewhere today. I think into Connecticut and then driving to New Hampshire and then..... well, he talks so fast, I lose track of where it is that he is going and where he has been. Rather all melds together. Life Melds. Then it Melts. I guess if I really want to find him, I call his sister and she fills me in.<br />
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I remember the day she was born....and I took him up to see her for the first time in the hospital.<br />
He wanted to name her after his favorite apple juice. "TreeTop". Which coulda been OK, but I tagged her with a more normal name, and then started calling her 'doodle-bug' (cause she drew on the wallpaper all the time. Now it is just Bug.<br />
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And no one knows his older brother like she does. And no one knows that his sister will watch his ass and lend him money like she will. Or keep his secrets. She is smart enough NOT to tell him hers. That is the way it works. He was always the big Brother....and still is.<br />
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When ...he was a Senior in HS and she was a freshman.... he always had a look-out for her. She didn't walk...... he had the ride, or his friends did..... and it was almost the same thing. I got lucky.... I have two children that are best friends.<br />
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But he is on the road. I miss him everyday. And now...........<br />
I will be missing her everyday. I guess that is the way life is......if there is not someone you are missing greatly everday, then you have some how missed the greater essence of loving.<br />
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She leaves on the 8th to spend the summer in Colorado. I am not exactly sure where, the Northwest corner iss all I know, now. She is going to live in a tent, chop down trees and brush and do Ranger sorts of things. I just found out. Part of me is crumbling. " But it is only for three months, " she said. Maybe four." At least when he left, he gave me three months notice, not then days.<br />
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I need to go shop .... I am sure she will need foot powder up in the mountains.... and a small picture of me..... just so she will not forget.okjimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11013002335848390765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921957991631086138.post-67989022105024074232013-05-23T19:27:00.002-05:002013-05-23T20:05:23.577-05:00Things found......<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I found my chainsaw yesterday. I had lent it to Aaron, from the New Moon, cause he had this really crappy cedar bush that was growing into his porch and it was getting very unsightly and wouldn't behave. Had to go.. From there I lent it to my Ex, cause she had this ancient lilac bush, more like a tree if you have to call it something, but anyways it had split down the middle last winter and it needed to go. I remember bringing it home sometime after that, but I couldn't remember where i put it. <br />
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It was underneath a pile of laundry at the foot of the bed. The pile of 'dirty laundry; not the clean pile. If it had been the clean pile, see, I would have found it sooner. I look for clothes in the clean pile, not the dirty pile. Makes sense to me. I found it with my toe. Got a little cut on my right big toe. I had the chain sharpened last fall, so it was very sharp. Bled a little, not too bad, put some peroxide on it and a band-aid, but it was a good indication that I needed to do laundry, seeing as I do remember bringing it home about four weeks ago. It is a nifty little electric chain saw.... goes 'whirrrr-whirrrr-whirrrr' rather than 'Rumpppppphhher-Rummppphher-Rummppphher'- so no one would ever mistake it for a chain saw that you use to cut down really big rees like the lumber jacks use. I am not a lumber jack. More like a brush jimm, if you have to name the trade and all.<br />
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But it was time to tidy up. Now, my first rule of tidying up is pick a spot and clean that spot as well as you can.... and seeing as the spot by the foot of the bed was, well, kind of a challenge, I started in the kitchen. It wasn't as messy. The dishes were easy. Only three days worth, or so. I am kinda picky about having clean dishes. The counter was a different story. I found three moldy hamburger buns. For a minute I thought of tying to scrap off the mold and still eat them, but after trying a little, I realized the mold went too deep. Outa here! Did find the spare house keys which was a good thing, see, cause I thought I lost them down at Oblio's and I was really afraid someone down there would find them and sneak in here and clean up and then I would never find anything and I like finding my own stuff, thank you very much! Found a roll of toilet paper I had been looking for, the potato peeler, two potatos... a little too soft to peel anymore. Outa here! .....and twnty three cents! Three nickels and the rest in pennies. Not enough for a beer, but hey, progress was being made?!!! Even washed the floor! Found a newspaper around the side of the refrigerator.... head line was Obama getting elected. wonder how that turned out? Anywayz........<br />
I went to work on this spot by the front door. Found my pipe cutter, which I had not been looking for, my finish sander, which I had, a pair of old shoes with the soles coming off... they made a thunk-whump noise when you walked in them, which is why they were there, outa here! There was also a New Yorker magazine, unread, from 2010, a hex wrench, some CLEAN underwear, obviously in the wrong pile, those went into the drawer, and sixty-two cents, two quarters, a dime and two pennies. So, all in all, I was up to 85 cents, still not enough for a beer, but gees, this picking up and cleaning up thing was starting to get profitable.<br />
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Also found a new baseball hat, Kessler's Whiskey, smooth as silk, which I had been looking for cause I was going to give it to my friend Joe, seeing as it is golf season and he has this small bald spot that he needs to protect from excessive sun and occasional bird droppings. "Good Deal," I thought to myself. There was also an unopened jar of strawberry jam and two cans of cream of mushroom soup. Not sure how they got there. They should have been hidden on the counter where they belonged. There was a rutabaga, too...it looked good. Now that the counter was cleaned, I had a good spot for it.<br />
Well, having a clean spot by the door, a clean sink, a clean kitchen sink.....I was on a roll! I was finding all sorts of things......next...the bathroom.<br />
Now I do keep a semi-tidy bathroom. The mess there is just things that BELONG there, but just need to be organized. I did locate seven toilt paper roll thingees...that carboard cylinder that is left when the toilet paper is gone. Just never moved them to the paper recycling bin. Done. Outa Here. The library I keep there needed some pruning....didn't need the chain saw, but almost. I did throw away a 2002 Rolling Stone, a 2009 Beer Mag, and a Milwaukee Journal sport page from last October. That was all I got rid of.....see, you never know when you might have to ,ah, sit there for awhile and it is best to leave something to read. I did find eight cents, though, a nickle and three pennies. AUp to 93 cents. They were behind the toilet. Sprayed 'em with some Lysol and there were as good as new.<br />
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And that is what I did... ..got and old movie on DVD that I remembered that I had liked. Jane Fonda and Robert Redford, 'The Electric Horseman". Made a cup of tea and watched it. Didn't make that sandwich, though, cause I was out of bananas and a plain old peanut butter sandwich just didn't seem right.<br />
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well, I ain't gonna review a thirty-five year old movie, and it is still an allright movie, but there is this part where Redford and Fonda are walking across the desert and, ohohoh.... in 1979 I would have certainly walked across the desert with Jane Fonda, but anyways, it was one of those moments where they are walking across the desert and Redford, as this cowboy dude, starts waxing eloquent about life and stuff and he looks back at Fonda and says, "
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real close…. You can find....." ...well, he goes on to wax eloquent about stuff and when Redford says something you find yourself listening. course, I say stuff all the time and no one ever listens to me, found that out a long time ago. Also found out that no one will pay me for saying things, certainly not what they pay Redford either.</div>
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But..... I thought about that line, and stopped cleaning and finding. Thought for a moment what I would really like to find; not a thing, but a place...I wanted a place, where everything is fresh, a time, when I had a peaceful heart and I knew that tomorrow would never hold a candle to the 'here' the 'now'. So I closed my eyes, and went real slow, and looked close .... and I found it.</div>
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It's up in the Norther Door....taking 42 North out of Ellison Bay until you come to the sign that says Newport. You get off the two lane highway there. When you get to Tom Collins' candy shop in the old Newport school house you go down the gravel that is Europe Bay road until you get to Lake Michigan. Then just walk along the shore. Sometimes you can see boats, big freighters, out in the lake, miles off. Never can tell if they are coming or going, not that it matters much; somebody in the ship knows and it is a pretty good bet that they will get there, wherever there is.</div>
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After a mile or so along the beach, you cut up into the woods and find the trail. I think the first time I walked it was 74, or 75. Hasn't changed. I remember the first time I took cheryl there, when she was still my girlfriend, before she was my wife and then Ex-wife. I took my nephews and niece on that hike. I remember Emily, my niece, when she was ten or eleven, could do a bang up imitation of a seagull. She is a lawyer now. Bet she can still do a bang up imitation of a seagull, probably gets paid more to do it now. Back then all she got was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. That was at the flat cove area, where we ate. Could find crawfish if you turned over enough rocks. I remember taking my son Max along that hike, too,when he wss six We got stuck iin a torrential rain, something like an inch of rain in a forty-five minute time span. Had to carry him on my shoulders all the way back to the car. He cried.</div>
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Then the trail would cut to the east until the water was no long Lake Michigan, but Green Bay. Not that it looked all that different, but when you could see the shore of Washington Island you knew it was the Bay and not the Lake. Remember when I had all the kids in tow, and we stopped right along that stretch and watched a pine snake eat a pretty good sized toad. The Snake seemed a bit upset, but the kids were fascinated. Eliot thought he could eat a whole hamburger the same way, without chewing. He might have done it, too, if his mother had let him.<br />
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That is how I remember that hike. In feelings. Whether it was the kids packing up sandwiches at the cabin before the hike, or what we would find ....porcupines, deer, bits of antlers, snake skin , sometime fossils. It was all good stuff.<br />
The niftiest was when we hit Europe Lake. Now, I don't know where all this 'Europe stuff came from... never did find out...guessing they just plum ran out of Indian names or something. Ain't no never mind. The Lake was tooo small for motor boats....and there were only a couple of cottages up that way, so it was always quiet. It was a great place ot take off you shoes and wade. If you stood real still, I would tell the kids, the fish will come and nibble on your feet. And they would. You had to hold real still, but invariably they would come. And there we would stand, quiet as all get out waiting. The contest would be who could attract ehe most minnows per foot. Seems like I aways won. I guess minnows like hairy toes. <br />
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I miss the cookies<br />
I miss the pie<br />
I miss the turkey<br />
the twinkle in your eye<br />
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Love you.<br />
your little boy<br />
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