it's weekend time again.

fiver

Well-Known Member
I half sorta skipped this weekends thoughts.
Littlegirl had the 1st birthday party for the G-Baby and some of the family come in to town for the weekend.
now the wife has Brown [err gray] hair color, but she had one spot that was blond.
I been telling her for 30 sumthin years that that blond spot is the only part connected to her brain.

she totally proves it from time to time.
for instance we went over to a friend of mines place to drop off a 4 wheeler.
we had Hailey with us and her favorite thing to do was lock and unlock the doors on the truck so we left the windows mostly down.
when we come back to the truck the wife walks up to the rolled down window [see's the keys on the dash board] and tries the locked door exclaiming 'we have been locked out of the truck'.
me.
umm or we could just unlock them and open the door.

but this weekend takes the cake for the most absolute brain dead thing I have ever heard her utter.
she had just opened a bag of chips for a couple of the kids at the party and gave them each a bowl full.
then went back to filling the salt shaker.
she looks up at the bag of chips and says hey those are sea salt, I wonder what they taste like?
I poured some of the salt from the shaker in her hand and said.. lick your palm,,,, there ya go.
she looks at me and says but those are SEA salt flavored.
I'm like okay you win try E'm and see.
 

RBHarter

West Central AR
That's not the least bit funny . Well not in the moment....... :) I m not kidding anyone that's too funny .
 

Rick

Moderator
Staff member
Was driving in L.A. back in the 70's with my now thank god X wife. She see's a car with Hawaii license plate and she's genuinely shocked. How did they get here she asks? I said don't you listen to the news? Biggest thing they are talking about is finally getting the bridge finished and opened, ya just drive over there. As far as I know to this day she believes there is a bridge to Hawaii. Can you imagine how much worse it would be if she were blonde? :confused:
 

fiver

Well-Known Member
that's pretty good.

when we first moved to Idaho I rold the wife they have some pretty weird laws.
she was like such as what?
I was like well, you can't carry ice cream in your back pocket for one.
your required to smile when your on the streets of Pocatello, and you can not fish from the back of a Camel.
[those are all actual laws here]
but the weirdest one of all is that your Marriage License expires after you have been married 20 years.
[not true,,,, but hey, a guy can dream]
this gives couples a chance to reflect back on things and decide whether to just walk away or get the license renewed and keep going.


man-o-man this set off a flurry of phone calls and caused quite a racket in her little circle of friends in town who were all coming up on their 20 year anniversary in the next year or two.
I'm sure the county clerk was more than pleased to receive those phone calls too.
 

fiver

Well-Known Member
I been letting this thread slack off for a bit and have had a few random thoughts here and there the last couple of weeks, but nothing quite worth bringing up.

I suppose I could tell about the saga of the STAG upper that took up all of September to reconcile.
it ended much better than I wanted it to and taking things up the Ladder actually gets action and results.
I won't give the whole story, but the short version is I ordered a new upper that was on sale for a more than reasonable price for what it was, they sent me one costing 3 times what I wanted with every upgrade in the catalogue.
I tried to talk to their shipping dept. and customer service, both told me I had received the correct thing.
I went over their heads, and then again over his head to get my point through.
we finally got things straightened out and I got a super nice unit for my trouble.
 

fiver

Well-Known Member
okay it's Saturday night.
I been cleaning out the walk in down stairs then priming the dry wall and today I got in some painting.
running a roller up and down a wall gives you plenty of time to think about stuff.

I got to thinking about the difference between skeletons in ones closet and having story's from our youth.
sometimes they are the same thing, it just depends on your outlook/family start on life.
for instance that time you and Billy went down to the river and got caught by the sheriff shooting carp and your empty beer cans off the bridge and your parents got called.

now had you got away with it, it's a story, but since you got caught it's a skeleton?
okay it's totally a story for most of us.
but if you lived in some place with a manned gate and a cement fence around the 200 home 400 acre neighborhood and was gonna run for mayor it's a skeleton.
 

RBHarter

West Central AR
I can see that .........

In a totally understand if related ....... I don't know maybe skeletons touch .
How did I come to have my black cat 10 yr ? That's as long than the real happiness lasted in my longest marriage . She's kind of scruffy at the moment .
Came to my second story bedroom window under a full moon about 0300 November 1 , 2008 .
There was a time when that would be enough to brand me a Warlock , having sommoned a creature of the night on All Hallows under the full moon and all .
The notion was a fairy tale by the time the cat came along . Still I've never had a cat live so long , 3-5 was a long time for them . Probably the least creatively named cat ever , Kitty . Never had a bad dream while she was the bed , did wake up once or twice with her in various states of alarm from full attention on an empty corner to "I'm gonna rip your face off and eat your eyeballs" ....... Old house , no doubt had it's share closet skeletons .

I mentioned my lead foot ........ 150 in a 55 , ammo cans full of beer and wine coolers yeah ....... I'd have probably gotten the " are you stupid , do you have a problem , did you win ?" bit . Dad told a few story's about him and his brother and assorted 33-35 Ford coupes , beer and garbage cans .

Funny how everything is somebody else's fault today and never the responsibile party's .
 

462

California's Central Coast Amid The Insanity
Sunday wonderings:

Saw two homeless ladies sitting on each end of a bus stop bench -- their overflowing shopping carts parked between them -- having some sort of a discussion. Said to my wife, I wonder what it is they talk about? She said, the good old days?

Saw three teenage girls walking down the street. Each was doing something with her cell-phone, completely ignoring the other two. I know the modern teenager has very poor communication skills, but I wonder are they that bad that it's easier to text or play phone games than talk to the two people they are walking with?
 

RicinYakima

High Steppes of Eastern Washington
462, you have never spent anytime with street people. The homeless are discussing who will give them a free night in a motel and what tomorrow's hand outs will be. The teenagers are texting to one of the other two about how bad number three dresses. Number three texts about how number one smells because who uses the wrong deodorant. Number two tells number three that number one has a STD from her new "Home boy". Honesty and truthfulness are never on the horizon.
 

Rick

Moderator
Staff member
In my career I've spent years on the job working the streets & alleys of downtown LA and elsewhere. In far more discussions than I could ever remember one prime thing among the majority the homeless is that they are exactly where they wish to be. There are exceptions of course but most would not take a job for anything, most would not take on any responsibility of any kind such as a monthly rent. Their one sole monthly obligation is the smart phone bill and most do have phones. They are accountable to no one and nothing, not even themselves. Probably sounds harsh to most people but it is the only way they would have it.
 

RicinYakima

High Steppes of Eastern Washington
Rick, You are 100% on the money! They are there because they want to be! It is as free as you can be in the USA, and therefore the world. Some sucker will always give you what you need to get through the day; booze, drugs, sex, warm room, etc. etc. Ric
 

smokeywolf

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Used to get fuel at a station one block from MGM. There was a bum who would try and get money for washing your windshield while you fueled up. One day I brought a loaf of bread with me and when he asked for money I said, no money but here's food. He yelled, I don't want food, I want a drink, and threw the loaf of bread on the ground. I said, that's what I thought and drove off. He never asked me for anything again.
 

Bret4207

At the casting bench in the sky. RIP Bret.
In my career I've spent years on the job working the streets & alleys of downtown LA and elsewhere. In far more discussions than I could ever remember one prime thing among the majority the homeless is that they are exactly where they wish to be. There are exceptions of course but most would not take a job for anything, most would not take on any responsibility of any kind such as a monthly rent. Their one sole monthly obligation is the smart phone bill and most do have phones. They are accountable to no one and nothing, not even themselves. Probably sounds harsh to most people but it is the only way they would have it.

Up here our homeless are usually mental cases. Same for the vast majority of people living in their cars. If you want help in this state, you will get it. What too many want is an income stream free of any restrictions. They are the majority of other tiny percentage of homeless/car dwellers. And then there are the people who've lost everything/fled abusive relationships/etc and don't know what to do. Tiny, tiny, tiny percentage.
 

RBHarter

West Central AR
In SFO once I gave a guy a buck . His sign said " why lie , I just want a beer " . I suspect he was either the most honest or the biggest liar on the block .
I have a friend that is indeed an unapologetic horses honch . Hwalks by this guy talking to himself at a bus stop (pre cell phone/blue tooth) and says " hey how's it going ?" The guy answers ok , it's not raining or something like that and my buddy says " I wasn't talking to you . I was talking to your friend ." Then on down the street . Having been in my car once as a 3 week home I've seen both sides . I won't speculate at percentage but most of the folks that live there for freedom are just folks , most of the panhandlers are frauds , and those that stay long term that don't fit the above have fallen through the gaps and missed the net .

Nobody mentioned flea season ........
I just have to say the folks that populated the south here in the green hell were either some tough hard as nails iron clad granite skinned tanks or stark raving mad lunitics . The plethora of bugs !
 

uncle jimbo

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Went antelope hunting with my oldest son and his gf. Had a great time. She put this one down Saturday about 1:00 pm. Used a Remington 700 ML with a 300 gr sabot bullet. 179 yards according to the range finder. Her first kill.
The first picture was taken down on the road where we carried down to cleaned it, the second picture was taken over one the point with the lake in the back ground.antelope 1.jpgantelope 2.jpg
 

fiver

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Manilla side?
there are some real nice antelope up on top of the flats along there, and it looks like she found one.
 

RBHarter

West Central AR
Speaking of weekends . This weekend I'm hosting a fun rendezvous , BP , pre-1900 , sneakers , food , net friends sort of back yard shoot Friday through Monday or Wednesday , thing in Acorn if anyone is so inclined . There will be a few family Sunday for an Irish wake thing but mostly it's a fall ML thing , boots on the fire pit , camp out with hot showers and hot food 7,12 & 5 .