i A Time and a Place...: October 2007

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

It Is Way Past Time...

I don't usually post about political things in this blog but I feel I must this time. The price of oil is now over $90.00 dollars and our President still refuses to try anything to get relief for us, the citizens of his Country.

Folks, you need to do something! Call the White House and complain and send e-mails to the President, Vice President and all your Representatives and Senators insisting they do something to stop the ridiculous escalation of the price of oil to us!

George Bush could open ANWAR to exploration and drilling tomorrow by Executive Order and no one could stop him!

At 10:00 a m tomorrow, President Bush could look into the TV cameras and tell the world,"ANWAR is now open so start drilling!" and at 10:01 we could start getting our own oil.

But he won't do it unless we the people insist! He's afraid he'll offend the Saudis and the rest of the Muslims who want us dead!

That, also, goes for off shore and Gulf of Mexico where the Mexicans have already tapped into the biggest oil pool we know of. If you don't force him to act, the Mexicans will get all the oil and we will continue financing Iran's nuclear project.

That's about it. I am really sorry I voted for Mr Bush. If I had it to do over, I'd vote for Kerry! He's a stinking liar but probably not a coward like Mr Bush! That's the way it is!



Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Thanx To Monicar...

You Are A Vampire

You have a real thirst for bliss, and you consider yourself a true hedonist.
And you're not afraid to walk alone in life, if it means getting what you truly crave.
You truly enjoy entrancing people. Not to mention the ensuing pleasures of the flesh.
Your tastes have been called decadent and bizarre. You usually give in to your temptations, no matter how primal

Your greatest power: Your flawless ability to seduce and charm

Your greatest weakness: Human flesh

You play well with: Werewolves


Saturday, October 20, 2007

Where Am I?...

My daughter, Veronica, sent this to me in an e-mail and I think it's cute enough to share!

A woman in a hot air balloon realizes she is lost. She lowers her altitude and spots a man fishing from a boat below.
She shouts to him, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."
The man consults his portable GPS and replies, "You're in a hot air balloon, approximately 30 feet above a ground elevation of 2346 feet above sea level. You are at 31 degrees, 14.97 minutes north latitude and 100 degrees, 49.09 minutes west longitude.
She rolls her eyes and says, "You must be a Republican!"
"I am," replies the man. "How did you know?"
"Well," answers the balloonist, "everything you tell me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to do with your information, and I'm still lost. Frankly, you're not much help to me."
The man smiles and responds, "You must be a Democrat."
"I am," replies the balloonist. "How did you know?"
"Well," says the man, "You don't know where you are or where you're going. You've risen to where you are, due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise that you have no idea how to keep, and now you expect me to solve your problem. You're in exactly the same position you were in before we met , but, somehow, now it's my fault."

How true,-How true, but cute!


Monday, October 15, 2007

Well, Here We Are...

I guess our trip to Texas will have to wait for another time. When Donnas' sister, Janice, very generously shared her bad cold with Donna and then Donna was nice enough to share it with me, the fat was in the fire, so to speak.

This cold must be of exceptionally good quality and must love us very much because it is determined to stick around as long as possible.

A lady friend called yesterday and let us know she was filling in for us in the music department at Pioneer Hall, the senior nutrition center in Anderson. I'm glad of that. Those old people (some as old as 71 and more) really need their entertainment. The boss lady there told me that Mi Espousa, La Donna d'el Nebraska (a little Mex lingo there) could have the music playing position back whenever we got back (they love us) so now we have to determine when we want to once again begin entertaining our elderly friends.

I told Jo to go ahead and play for them this coming Friday and maybe Donna and I would start the next Friday. I sorta miss some of our friends from there. This one couple who just had their 50th wedding anniversary a few weeks ago are almost always there.(Here is a picture of their cake)We owe them a lunch.

Well, there are the facts as I know them. You can or may do with them whatever you will or wish. I'll resume later as new events occur.

Have a nice and profitable day or week or month or year or even life, whichever is applicable.


Friday, October 05, 2007

We Made It This Far...

This is a picture of the Stanislaus County Court House, Modesto, circa @1950. Modesto was, and I quote: "a classy' town born at the end of the railroad track in 1870". And in 1950, I was there when Modesto celebrated Californias' 100th birthday! What a day that was!

Nature Boy pulled a choo-choo train, the engine and a couple of cars, for about 50 feet using a rope clamped between his teeth.

My mother came in either first or second in a hog calling contest! There was a watermelon seed spitting contest but Mom opted out for fear she might spit out her false teeth. Pop just said 'no'!

There was a fireworks display and all kinds of musicians entertaining the crowd and a lot of other good stuff to see, hear and do! We had a ball! It was great!

Earlier there was the Presidential Campaign train stop by Harry Truman in 1948! He stood on the platform of the last car and gave a speech.

Truman's speech must have made a hit with everyone because John F Kennedy did it again in 1960! And they both won their respective offices! Thank goodness for Modesto, the 'President Maker'!

Well, there is so much more to tell about the great state of Modesto but I have to get to the point.

The point is,- Modesto is the furtherest Mi Espousa (a little Mex lingo there) Donna and I got on our trip to Texas, Nebraska, et al. Bummer!

Remember that cold Donna went to San Francisco and got from her sister, Janice, and brought home? Well, the evening of the first day on our way to Texas, I finally accepted it from her, just to be nice! She said we should go anyhow but I wanted to wait until the next day to see if the virus was really ensconced in my rhino. -It was- and firmly!

Anyhoo, we came back home and Donna, not one to be outdone, relapsed. So here we are, snorting to each other.

There's a big jam session tomorrow but I guess we'll have to pass on it. Another bummer.
And a fellow I have been trying to convince to go to a jam session called and said he and his wife were ready. Oops! Bummer number three!

But, we'll get better and hopefully make the next jam session and maybe head for Texas later in the year if the weather isn't too bad and,- If the Good Lord's willing and the creek don't rise!