Yesterday was a great day. It could have really been a big thing if Bill, Chris, Bennie and their families had been here in person, instead of here in our though and prayers. Rita and Robert were here, along with their two grand daughters Kelly and Emily. And Agatha’s granddaughter, Amber, and her husband Michael and their two kids came by for a short visit.
Bente did her usual outstanding job on Christmas dinner and we all eat much more then we should. Bente is a great cook and enjoys having the family in for a meal. Family get together’s are a big thing in Denmark and she really misses them. So when we can we like to get everyone around and just “visit”. In Denmark that means about 3 to 4 hours at the dinner table eating, drinking, and chatting about anything and everything. Maybe even eating again. On my visits to her home I found that I like their style very much. If it is a party, as opposed to normal gathering, they will “visit” for 4 to 8 hours. And none of it is boring. It is really a good time with everyone laughing and enjoying themselves.
Yesterday we had a good long visit and some really good food. To me that is what Christmas is all about.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
Merry Christmas
I'm in a bad mood because:
Ah Yes, It’s that time of year again. You know, when all the media is full of the “homeless” in line to get into the “Shelter”. Do you look away when they show the pictures or do you really look at these “homeless people”? Take a good look. All of them, and I mean all, are very well dressed for “homeless” folks. And all, yes all, appear to be very well fed. And most have quite a bit of “Bling” on. Homeless? Or looking for a free handout? Check out the parking lot and see how these “Homeless” got to the shelters.
Then there are the “Toys for Tots”. A noble cause I’m sure but think about it. Watch the pictures of all the “poor” ladies rushing around the Goodwill store and the other distribution stations to get a toy/present for their (so called) kids. And of course the media will interview one or two who will have tears in their eyes and say something like, “My kids wouldn’t have anything if it wasn’t for you folks!” Take a good look at them. They are dress to the nines, with all sorts of jewelry and makeup on. Most are well fed. Correction, overfed. If the actually have a kid maybe they should get their fat ass home and give it some of the food they have been eating and hock the jewelry and go buy a present instead of looking for another free handout. Such a scene was on TV just now. It was taken in the parking lot of the Goodwill store in Winston Salem. The big fat black lady that was doing the poor act was driving a 60 thousand dollar SUV. Boy do I feel sorry for her and her condition.
As for the poor kid that don’t have anything for Christmas I am truly sadden. And nothing you or I can do will help those kids. What they need more then anything is a safe and loving place to live. They don’t deserve to have trash for parents that only have them as a way to get money from the Government. And they don’t deserve a Government that keeps handing out money to these people for having kids. What we need in this country is to go back to orphanages. We should take kids away from anyone that need Government assistance to feed and raise them and put them in orphanages. Private orphanages run by Churches and Masons and such groups.
As for toys, I don’t believe any kid in the U.S. is lacking for toys. Just take a drive around any trailer park and Habitat for Humanity housing area and take a good look at their yards. That is the ones that aren’t overgrown or covered with Auto’s with $3,000 speaker systems in them. What you will see from one end to the other is toys. But you know what? I have never seen a kid playing with any of them. Maybe it is because the kids are a grandma’s house. Where are the parents? Let’s see, Homeless Shelter? Goodwill? Wellfare office? Their drug dealer? You can bet they are not WORKING!
Ah Yes, It’s that time of year again. You know, when all the media is full of the “homeless” in line to get into the “Shelter”. Do you look away when they show the pictures or do you really look at these “homeless people”? Take a good look. All of them, and I mean all, are very well dressed for “homeless” folks. And all, yes all, appear to be very well fed. And most have quite a bit of “Bling” on. Homeless? Or looking for a free handout? Check out the parking lot and see how these “Homeless” got to the shelters.
Then there are the “Toys for Tots”. A noble cause I’m sure but think about it. Watch the pictures of all the “poor” ladies rushing around the Goodwill store and the other distribution stations to get a toy/present for their (so called) kids. And of course the media will interview one or two who will have tears in their eyes and say something like, “My kids wouldn’t have anything if it wasn’t for you folks!” Take a good look at them. They are dress to the nines, with all sorts of jewelry and makeup on. Most are well fed. Correction, overfed. If the actually have a kid maybe they should get their fat ass home and give it some of the food they have been eating and hock the jewelry and go buy a present instead of looking for another free handout. Such a scene was on TV just now. It was taken in the parking lot of the Goodwill store in Winston Salem. The big fat black lady that was doing the poor act was driving a 60 thousand dollar SUV. Boy do I feel sorry for her and her condition.
As for the poor kid that don’t have anything for Christmas I am truly sadden. And nothing you or I can do will help those kids. What they need more then anything is a safe and loving place to live. They don’t deserve to have trash for parents that only have them as a way to get money from the Government. And they don’t deserve a Government that keeps handing out money to these people for having kids. What we need in this country is to go back to orphanages. We should take kids away from anyone that need Government assistance to feed and raise them and put them in orphanages. Private orphanages run by Churches and Masons and such groups.
As for toys, I don’t believe any kid in the U.S. is lacking for toys. Just take a drive around any trailer park and Habitat for Humanity housing area and take a good look at their yards. That is the ones that aren’t overgrown or covered with Auto’s with $3,000 speaker systems in them. What you will see from one end to the other is toys. But you know what? I have never seen a kid playing with any of them. Maybe it is because the kids are a grandma’s house. Where are the parents? Let’s see, Homeless Shelter? Goodwill? Wellfare office? Their drug dealer? You can bet they are not WORKING!
Friday, October 26, 2007
It's Raining
Well it looks like fall has finally reached these parts. The summer was one of the hottest and driest in the history of record keeping. All the little democrats are running around in circles pulling their hair out and shouting “global warming, Bush caused it and is trying to destroy the world.” So I finally got tired of it and opted out of the media world. I only watch TV for sports or some social redeeming program like “The Little People” or “The Biggest Loser”. And of course, I haven’t had much time for TV. With no rain since March or April and temps in the 90’s I have spent the entire summer, except for trips to the doctor, on the golf course. Yep, you heard me. Bente and I have played at least 5 times a week all summer, with a couple weeks off when her niece, Line (pronounced Lean-Ah) and her friend Soren (pronounced Sir-un), was here in August. Those two weeks we spent a lot of time trying to teach Line and Soren to play golf between trips to Gatlinburg, Tenn. and D.C. It was a really fun time.
As I said; no rain in about 6 months. I heard somewhere that we were 22 inches below our normal rain fall. All I know is that I only had to mow 3 times this summer. The yard is now, or was Monday, a fine layer of dust that shifted back and forth across the property. Today it is a mud puddle. Yep, since Tuesday we have had a little over 7 inches of rain in little old State Road. A real welcome sight, even if I can’t go play golf. I was by the club house early today and overheard, I’m sure he was a democrat, crying that it was not enough, Bush made it stop raining, we are still in a drought and the world is coming to an end. So I didn’t eat lunch there, but came home and had a peanut butter sandwich and am waiting for the rain to stop so I can go play golf.
I was getting a little worried about the “no rain” because several town in the state were announcing that there was only 40 days or 20 days or something like that of water remaining in their reservoirs and the Governor announced a statewide ban on washing cars at home and all sorts of other things. I was sure he was going to get to the golf courses sooner or later. So we really needed water. Not for my yard but for the golf course. The yard is fine. The crabgrass and weeds will be back next spring and I’ll have to mow it twice a week until the heat kills it again. But since I have almost given up all vices except golf, the course must stay green.
Yeah, I know 7 inches is not going to break the drought but as I am writing this it is pouring buckets out there. So who knows when it will stop or how much over 7 inches we will get. Anyway it will go a long way to filling the lakes on the course and keeping the confounded rough 3 to 4 inches high and the fairways and green plush; those 7+ inches and the 100,000 gallons we are pumping on it every night from the wells and lakes on the course.
So I am content to take a few days off and read a book and think about all the things I could be doing it is was dry like clean out the garage or painting the front porch of replacing the back door.
And I can’t wait for the weather to clear up so I can go golfing!
As I said; no rain in about 6 months. I heard somewhere that we were 22 inches below our normal rain fall. All I know is that I only had to mow 3 times this summer. The yard is now, or was Monday, a fine layer of dust that shifted back and forth across the property. Today it is a mud puddle. Yep, since Tuesday we have had a little over 7 inches of rain in little old State Road. A real welcome sight, even if I can’t go play golf. I was by the club house early today and overheard, I’m sure he was a democrat, crying that it was not enough, Bush made it stop raining, we are still in a drought and the world is coming to an end. So I didn’t eat lunch there, but came home and had a peanut butter sandwich and am waiting for the rain to stop so I can go play golf.
I was getting a little worried about the “no rain” because several town in the state were announcing that there was only 40 days or 20 days or something like that of water remaining in their reservoirs and the Governor announced a statewide ban on washing cars at home and all sorts of other things. I was sure he was going to get to the golf courses sooner or later. So we really needed water. Not for my yard but for the golf course. The yard is fine. The crabgrass and weeds will be back next spring and I’ll have to mow it twice a week until the heat kills it again. But since I have almost given up all vices except golf, the course must stay green.
Yeah, I know 7 inches is not going to break the drought but as I am writing this it is pouring buckets out there. So who knows when it will stop or how much over 7 inches we will get. Anyway it will go a long way to filling the lakes on the course and keeping the confounded rough 3 to 4 inches high and the fairways and green plush; those 7+ inches and the 100,000 gallons we are pumping on it every night from the wells and lakes on the course.
So I am content to take a few days off and read a book and think about all the things I could be doing it is was dry like clean out the garage or painting the front porch of replacing the back door.
And I can’t wait for the weather to clear up so I can go golfing!
Monday, August 20, 2007
I'm Still Here!
Yeah, I know. I haven't posted lately. Been real busy with folks from Denmark. Also have been a little lazy. I guess that happens in the summer when you are out in the fresh air 10-10 hours a day. Did I say fresh air? 98-106 degrees, now that is fresh.
I'll be back with a post real soon. Hang in!
I'll be back with a post real soon. Hang in!
Saturday, June 30, 2007
When will we get enough?
Senator Burr is shocked that he has received threats for his liberal approach on immigration. He was all set to vote with the Dems and the threats apparently changed his mind and he felt pressured to vote with the people of NC. He called a news conference to announce and complain about this. Maybe he should get his sorry rich ass out in the street and talk to the folks that put him in office. He might want to listen to what they want instead of thinking only in terms of Power and how he can line his pockets. Except for Florida, New York, California and D.C. the country seems to have made it very clear to a sane person that they do not want amnesty for the 12 million plus that are trashing this nation. Is no one in Congress listening?
Doesn’t anyone really care about America anymore? Listen to a professional golf match on TV and all you hear is the commentator laying all sorts of ungodly praise on the Lorena Ochoa, Mexican who has never won a major and has lost 4 out of 5 playoffs, and anyone of the 20 or 30 Koreans that are on the tour. The phrase that really gets me is “She is such a hero in her country, every time she tee’s it up she is representing her country”. The implication is that only foreign players have pride in their country. Why is that? Is it because none of the announcers have pride in America or that none of the American players are proud to be American. I know some of the players and they are real Americans who love to represent America so I really don’t know where this crap is coming from. If it is such a big deal to represent their country why don’t they go home and start their own golf association and then compete with America. England use to do that. Not anymore. They got tired of being beaten so things like the Ryder Cup and the Solheim Cup are now Europe, Africa, and Australia against America. The announcers love it because America has a tough time taking on the world. I guess it is un-American to root for the home team. Maybe US media should listen to BBC or Germany or Mexican broadcast. Their announcers have no trouble rooting for the home team.
And this crap is not just at the national level. Just this week the Yadkin County Commissioners after listening to about half the county speak against a tax hike decided the people they represent really didn’t know what they wanted and passed 8 cent property tax rate increase along with a $60 per household landfill use fee. Understand that there is no employment in Yadkin County. There hasn’t been for several years. The county is being flooded with Mexicans and it is a big welfare county. One of the poorest if not the poorest county in the state. The commissioners used the same old tired argument that “this will increase the tax base and bring in new business”. Bull! There will be no new business in Yadkin County or Surry County for that matter. You need a young, educated, employee force to bring in business. It doesn’t exist.
Doesn’t anyone really care about America anymore? Listen to a professional golf match on TV and all you hear is the commentator laying all sorts of ungodly praise on the Lorena Ochoa, Mexican who has never won a major and has lost 4 out of 5 playoffs, and anyone of the 20 or 30 Koreans that are on the tour. The phrase that really gets me is “She is such a hero in her country, every time she tee’s it up she is representing her country”. The implication is that only foreign players have pride in their country. Why is that? Is it because none of the announcers have pride in America or that none of the American players are proud to be American. I know some of the players and they are real Americans who love to represent America so I really don’t know where this crap is coming from. If it is such a big deal to represent their country why don’t they go home and start their own golf association and then compete with America. England use to do that. Not anymore. They got tired of being beaten so things like the Ryder Cup and the Solheim Cup are now Europe, Africa, and Australia against America. The announcers love it because America has a tough time taking on the world. I guess it is un-American to root for the home team. Maybe US media should listen to BBC or Germany or Mexican broadcast. Their announcers have no trouble rooting for the home team.
And this crap is not just at the national level. Just this week the Yadkin County Commissioners after listening to about half the county speak against a tax hike decided the people they represent really didn’t know what they wanted and passed 8 cent property tax rate increase along with a $60 per household landfill use fee. Understand that there is no employment in Yadkin County. There hasn’t been for several years. The county is being flooded with Mexicans and it is a big welfare county. One of the poorest if not the poorest county in the state. The commissioners used the same old tired argument that “this will increase the tax base and bring in new business”. Bull! There will be no new business in Yadkin County or Surry County for that matter. You need a young, educated, employee force to bring in business. It doesn’t exist.
Friday, June 1, 2007
Let Say I Break Into Your House
This is one of the best letter I have seen in the Editorials in ages!!! It explains things better than all the baloney you hear on TV. Her point: Recently large demonstrations have taken place across the country protesting the fact that Congress is finally addressing the issue of illegal immigration.Certain people are angry that the US might protect its own borders, might make it harder to sneak into this country and, once here, to stay indefinitely. Let me see if I correctly understand the thinking behind these protests.
"Let's say I break into your house. Let's say that when you discover me in your house, you insist that I leave. But I say, "I've made all the beds and washed the dishes and did the laundry and swept the floors. I've done all the things you don't like to do. I'm hard-working and honest (except for when I broke into your house).According to the protesters:
You are required to let me stay in your house. You are required to add me to your family's insurance plan. You are required to educate my kids. You are required to provide other benefits to me and to my family (my husband will do all of your yard work because he is also hard-working and honest, except for that breaking in part).If you try to call the police or force me out, I will call my friends who will picket yourhouse carrying signs that proclaim my RIGHT to be there. It's only fair, after all, because you have a nicer house than I do, and I'm just trying to better myself. I'm a hard-workingand honest, person, except for well, you know, I did break into your house and what a deal it is for me!!!I live in your house, contributing only a fraction of the cost of my keep, and there is nothing you can do about it without being accused of cold, uncaring, selfish, prejudiced, and bigoted behavior.Oh yeah, I DEMAND that you to learn MY LANGUAGE!!! so you can communicate with me.
Why can't people see how ridiculous this is?"
Only in Stupid America.
"Let's say I break into your house. Let's say that when you discover me in your house, you insist that I leave. But I say, "I've made all the beds and washed the dishes and did the laundry and swept the floors. I've done all the things you don't like to do. I'm hard-working and honest (except for when I broke into your house).According to the protesters:
You are required to let me stay in your house. You are required to add me to your family's insurance plan. You are required to educate my kids. You are required to provide other benefits to me and to my family (my husband will do all of your yard work because he is also hard-working and honest, except for that breaking in part).If you try to call the police or force me out, I will call my friends who will picket yourhouse carrying signs that proclaim my RIGHT to be there. It's only fair, after all, because you have a nicer house than I do, and I'm just trying to better myself. I'm a hard-workingand honest, person, except for well, you know, I did break into your house and what a deal it is for me!!!I live in your house, contributing only a fraction of the cost of my keep, and there is nothing you can do about it without being accused of cold, uncaring, selfish, prejudiced, and bigoted behavior.Oh yeah, I DEMAND that you to learn MY LANGUAGE!!! so you can communicate with me.
Why can't people see how ridiculous this is?"
Only in Stupid America.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
7 May 1937
My big brother celebrated his 70th birthday on the 7th of May and again several days later. Or, if I know him, maybe he is still celebrating. He lives far away, and we don’t get to see much of him. However he was on our hearts and minds as the rest of the family got together for a little cook out the other day.
It got me to thinking after everyone had gone home for the evening. MY BIG BROTHER IS GETTING OLD. Ergo I AM GETTING OLD! How the hell can that be? Just the other day we were digging an outhouse hole together. Old people can’t do that kind of work. We were racing through the woods behind the homeplace and down the dirt bank to the old railroad track and past the frog pond to the new pond. Or to the cave. You can’t do that when you are old; and it was just the other day. We crawled out the bedroom window and hightailed it through the woods to Charlie Waters’ house to watch TV. The Hit Parade my favorite show. And just the other night on the way back from the Waters house he gave me my first cigarette, a Chesterfield, no filter. I remember taking my first big drag and shortly a big ol’ oak tree jumped up in front of me and knocked me flat on my back. He walked me around in the woods for quite a while before he brought me home. I sleep well that night.
You know, when I really think on it my big brother is not getting old. He is getting younger every day! Me too!
It got me to thinking after everyone had gone home for the evening. MY BIG BROTHER IS GETTING OLD. Ergo I AM GETTING OLD! How the hell can that be? Just the other day we were digging an outhouse hole together. Old people can’t do that kind of work. We were racing through the woods behind the homeplace and down the dirt bank to the old railroad track and past the frog pond to the new pond. Or to the cave. You can’t do that when you are old; and it was just the other day. We crawled out the bedroom window and hightailed it through the woods to Charlie Waters’ house to watch TV. The Hit Parade my favorite show. And just the other night on the way back from the Waters house he gave me my first cigarette, a Chesterfield, no filter. I remember taking my first big drag and shortly a big ol’ oak tree jumped up in front of me and knocked me flat on my back. He walked me around in the woods for quite a while before he brought me home. I sleep well that night.
You know, when I really think on it my big brother is not getting old. He is getting younger every day! Me too!
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