Monday, March 31, 2008

Up on the Hill!

Many years ago my best friend was dating a girl from the city and he needed someone to take out her younger sister or she could not go. Well I got recruited and that night 40 some years ago I met my wife to be. Ended up we both married these girls, they lasted 19 years and divorced, my wife and I are still at it after 38 years. My sister-in-law gave me an ultimatum at the time of their divorce, if I stayed friends with her ex-husband we were no longer welcome at her house. I have not been to her house since. Her X is still my best friend. SIL comes to my house but I will never set foot in hers.

Today we went to the hill farm, me and my former brother-in-law. He gave me some help setting up for some concrete work I am preparing for. He has just retired from the same prison I work at and I have not spent much time with him since hunting season. We talked about family, hunting, married life, and our housing choices. The prep work went well and we took a long walk in the woods enjoying the way things were coming to life after the winter. After maybe 5 miles of walking we got back to the homestead and I prepared lunch, New York Strip, mushrooms, green beans, and fried Yukon Gold taters, sliced peaches for dessert. All the fresh spring air made this meal go down great!

He told me how lucky I was to have a place as beautiful as the "Hill Farm" and how much he loved spending time there. His home is on 3 acres just outside of a small town on a major highway, very nice older home set off the road a bit. His second wife is not happy, complains of too much togetherness since his retirement and the fact that she is out in Hicksville. Her idea of a great time is Vegas, barrooms, or trendy shopping. Shit he has only been retired since December and she goes on like he has been in her hair for years. My bride has ants in her pants and can hardly wait for me to retire. She is genuinely excited about the "Hill Farm" and loves the plans for the place. I feel fortunate in deed!

On the way back to my friends home we stopped and priced out metal to replace his roof as the need will be soon at hand. As we weighed the variables of shingles, grade, longevity of different materials VS a steel roof I asked him if he planned on staying in this house forever. He said until they take him across the road, there is a graveyard across the road. I then asked him if there is anyplace that he has not lived where he would like to. His answer stuck me. He said, "I would move to a place like we just left, but it will never happen as long as I am married to my wife, she would like to move to the city."

How is it that two people with such different views on how and where to live end up together? If that were me I do not know what I would do. It hurts to see a friend so unhappy.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

John Deere Frog

There is my damn Garden . Thanks Merely you are a doll! Frog has been with us for 30 years or so, got fresh John Deere colored paint job last spring.
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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

I don't get it!

So I have a blog but just barely. When it comes to running the dashboard to add features I am at a loss. Oh sure I can add picture and do some layout changes but that is about as far as I get. Tried to add a slide show but can not get it to load, tried to link to some of my online friends and that is not going well either. I will keep at it because that is how I am.

Now that all being said I am angry or sad or neither, maybe just perplexed. And not about blogger.

Why are so many people such hard core haters? They hate your color, they hate your sex, they hate your politics, they detest others just because they do not think the same as you.

Money! Has it always been this way? Those that have it do not think any rules apply to them. High profile men with cash screw around on their wives and the wives excuse the behavior. If I did that my bride would hang my testicles on her rear view mirror just so she could whack them once in a while. How is it that a CEO can run a company into the ground and escape with a golden parachute worth millions and it is OK, just business as usual. How about the ruined lives from failed lending companies, artificially low payments, then the rent comes due. Put you on the streets and the head honcho walks away with 24 million a month. Nice work if you can get it.

Presidential elections. Too bitchy, too black, too old, too left wing, too right wing, flip flopped, said this or that, it this the best we can do? WTF we have a whole bunch of people and it seems we could do better. Ten more months of this hog wash and it feels like it never stops.

Iraq! It is not about the oil. I have to admit Bush has been right all along, it is not about the oil. It is about the money his cronies can make from jacking the price of oil. Five years 4000 dead Americans, untold numbers wounded, and the number of people who snap from PTSD later on will be staggering. WAR ON TERROR my ass. The biggest threat to this country comes from within. This little war is a bargain, 12 billion a month. Hey! I have an idea lets stop fighting for one month and use the cash to fix the health care for the folks that have none!

Free Trade! What's so free about it? When your job goes over seas you are free to work at Mickie Dees slinging burgers for chump change, but they do give you a nice hat!

Food! Stock up I think we are going to need it. Monsanto gives big bucks to all the right folks and then they grow seeds that will not grow if you try saving them. Even if you try they will come for you, after all they hold the patten. Now don't forget to get all your beasts Micro chipped or NAIS will be all over your ass. But it is all good!

At least the government won't lie to you! Holy fuck I can't believe I just typed that.
Pick your topic.
Oil, taxes, terror, food, vaccinations, pollution, global warming, health care, and so many others!

Gosh I really feel better now. I think I will not waste anymore of this fine day posting on the net.I am going to get into my full size 4 wheel drive pick-up truck, drive over to my flat farm , hit the beef cows with a blast of growth hormones, maybe burn a pile of garbage I have stacked up, saw down a few tree, after I take this stuff I just saw some advertised on TV. How bad can it be? What's a little oily anal discharge among friends?

I hope that half black half Mexican homosexual neighbor minds his own business. He always complains when I burn plastic and a little smoke blows through his or is it her kitchen!