My Game And The Universe

O.K. so you'd have to have been dead or vacationing on some deserted island for the last six months to miss the news that things haven't been going well economically lately.
Around here we have been feeling it more than I want to admit. The construction industry, which is the main driver of our local economy has all but disappeared. This affected me directly because the underground construction Contractor who I had a contract with recently ceased operations. Most of the other Contractors in the area have gone away also. This left me with a Service Truck, a truckload of tools, extensive mechanical knowledge and skill, and a disappearing market to apply them to.
So I put up a garage, small but adequate, printed some cards and started doing mechanical work independently. This was fine for a few weeks, because everyone who had asked me to do work for them over the last year came in. But the thing about doing repairs is that if you do them right, you don't see your customers again until something else goes wrong. Think about it. How many of you woke up this morning and thought to yourself," I wonder if my mechanic needs some work?". My guess would be none of you. Now that I've blown through the initial wave of customers I now have to promote myself and cultivate a whole sustainable client base. Self promotion is a little outside of my comfort zone. I've never been a salesman or even been very social. Another thing is that I don't really like strangers coming to my house. I originally only wanted customers that I knew personally, or people that had been referred by someone I knew. Apparently I don't know enough people. My phone hasn't been ringing for the last few weeks
As a result, I have taken a part time job at a huge pay cut with an Auction House here in town. My beautiful wife suggested I go talk to them because I have had so much fun buying at their auctions. I agreed, thinking that the change might be good for me. We also feel that if I enjoy what I'm doing, I will be in a better allowing state and good things might happen. I only wonder if I'll be able to pay the bills working for so little.
I also have a second interview with a local Dealership for a Service Technician position. I know that I don't want this job, but if I can get the money I want, I almost feel obligated to take it. Some of you might be thinking, "What's he whining about? Most people would be happy just to have one job." Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the opportunities but in the past if I applied for a Dealer Tech job. I'd be hired on the spot. No waiting. No multiple interviews. I'd have the job before I walked out. It just seems like a step backward to me .
These are some of the things that have me a little stressed out. Now when I get stressed and don't quite understand what's going on, I sometimes start grasping for reassurance in odd places. Some people use Horoscopes, or Tarot, or just try to see signs of good things to come in everyday activities. Not me. I have a more accurate way of determining what the immediate future will bring. Today I learned that things are going to be turning in my favor very soon. How do I know this? You ask. Simple. Today my Son and I went to the Golf Course. We played a few holes and I have overcome the snap hook that has been plaguing me for the past five months. That's right! I'm hitting it good, and when I'm hitting it good, all is well in the universe. That's all there is to it. I hit it good today. So you can expect things to get better . The price of fuel will continue to fall. Those of you who are out of work will find awesome jobs. The weather will be nice. People will be nice. Why? because I'm hitting it good. You can all thank me, and pray or meditate or visualize or whatever you do that my game continues to get better. Because think about it, the better I play, the better the world gets. Just imagine how great this world would be if I qualified for the PGA Tour. That's the only job I really want.

Six Random Things About Me

I got tagged for my first Meme!

Here are the rules:
1. Link to the person who tagged you. Traceytreasure
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six random arbitrary things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.
5. Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.



1. I'm jobless for the first time since 1988.

2. Out of my all of my brothers and sisters, I'm the only non-alcoholic.

3. I was born with a double hernia. I didn't know about the hernia until I had a physical to play sports when I was, 13 years old and the Dr. asked me about the scars.

4. I'm the only man who's ever given my wife an orgasm.

5. I can't resist kittens.

6. I miss my motorcycles.


I don't get enough time blogging to tag anybody. If you want to do it, leave me a comment and let me know that you did it.

Thanks.

Is Stores Online a Scam?

If you have heard of Stores Online and are thinking of signing up with them I can offer a little insight before you make your decision. You've probably been to the free dinner and are waiting to go to the training seminar. They are very persuasive at the free dinner and I thought I would at least give them a chance at the seminar.
The seminar was informative, but very high pressure. They pushed everyone to buy six websites using that number as the minimum number of sites required to be successful. They repeated that anything can be sold online, the marketing is the key, not the product. They also promoted using dropshippers, saying that they were easy to find and use. I have found these two ideas to be less than honest at best.

The Storesonline product itself I have found to be adequate, as long as you use the tech support phone number that was not readily available. We had to use their live chat line and call every number we could find before one of their reps gave us the tech help number that actually connected us with people who could help. The entire search for that number took about two frustrating weeks. Those two weeks were all that the sales rep at the seminar told us it would take to get the site up and running. Don't believe that for a second. Two months would be more accurate. Once we got the site up and running it seemed to work just fine.

The sales pitch also said that the site would be automatic if you used a dropshipper. Orders would come as you peacefully slept, the dropshipper would process the order, and you would see the money in your bank account. That is just what I was looking for because I already had a job that left very little time for anything else. Well, it doesn't quite work that way. All of the dropshippers that I could find required that you place the order with them as well as up front payment and they will then ship to your customer. This was not what I had expected, after what had been presented at the seminar, But by this time I had put too much effort into the site to do anything else, so we did it this way.

So now, my site was up and running, and since I followed the directions that Stores Online had outlined in their program and very carefully chose keywords in my domain name and throughout the entire site, I searched for my site, expecting to find it on the first page of the search engines, like they told me it would be, and voila... nothing! Zero, zip, nada. My site was nowhwere to be found. It took several more months, dozens of hours of link trading, search engine submission, and frustration before we even started showing up on the sixth or seventh page. Needless to say, we weren't making any sales. We were however still paying the site hosting fee,bank card processing fees, and for the actual purchase of the sites. Luckily we only bought three and only had one up and running,which took a large portion of our time. At least we didn't go for the six.

We finally tried using pay per click to try to make our site visible, and although it was expensive, we did find ourselves on the first page of the search engines using some fringe keyword searches. Then it happened. We got an order. A customer had ordered a couple hundred dollars worth of our products and payment had already been recieved. It was awesome, I was so excited! So we placed the order with our dropshipper right away, only to find out several days later that that item was out of stock and they would not be getting any more in. Now I had to contact my first customer and give them a refund, which cost us money in bank fees. Our fist sale was a loss!

We kept the site up for a while, making it a link sharing affiliate directory, only to spend money on ppc advertising without any affiliate commissions. Then we finally took it down, no longer willing to throw money into the seemingly bottomless pit.

So, would I call Stores Online a Scam? Although you do get functional websites, the amount of deception and misrepresentation at the sale seminar leads me to say yes. There are cheaper opportunities available on the web that allow you to acheive the same or better results. If given the opportunity to do it all over again, I would not.

The " Economy" Crisis

By now I'm sure everyone in America who has a TV or reads a newspaper or listens to the radio is fully aware that there is a huge gigantic unstoppable crisis about to ruin the personal financial security of every single individual in the entire Country and only the Federal Government can stop it. After all, the creators of the "crisis" should be the experts on how to fix it. They say that this is a credit problem. They say that without credit the Country will be unable to function and will slip into an extended recession. I say that we need to stop accepting the current standard of how the economy works. Does anyone else out there see that everything we need on a daily basis costs way too much? I saw today on the news a graphic showing home prices dropping 30 percent over the last year. Well, since most homes are in my opinion 150 percent or more overpriced, 30 percent is only a good start. If a small business needs to rely on a bank to loan it money to cover its daily operations on a regular basis, then that business needs to rework its operating model. We used to only need to get loans to buy homes,then cars. Now though, we are having to finance appliances, TV's, Stereos, etc. You name it, we can't afford it. This is a glaringly obvious problem to me, but no one else seems to notice. They just whip out their credit card and buy. No one uses cash anymore. And guess what? That credit just costs you more. So if I seem a little insensitive to the fact that your home value is dropping, it's not personal. I just think that the banks control over the economy is way out of control and the more banks that fail, the better off we will be in the future. I think that we need a huge pullback in the general cost of living, and that people need to step up and stop accepting the necessity to finance everything we want. Cars that cost $30.000? I don't think so! More than $150.000 for an average home? Not any more! $4.00 per gallon gas? Not here Osama! Things might get tight for a while, but if you don't buy it if you don't have the cash in hand, you'll find that after awhile, you'll start having more cash in hand. Cash is King! The old saying rings true now more than ever. We need to return to a simpler time. A time before the banks ruled and the Federal Government subsidized them, a time when a person could save up for a new car and pay cash, a time when businesses didn't have to borrow profits, they just made them. Maybe I'm just a dreamer, an idiot, or just altogether out of touch. But I'm OK with that, because whether or not there is a crisis,( which I doubt), my family is going to be just fine. You see, We never really bought in to the whole bank thing, people gave us shit about it and now I'm kind of feeling a little like we were right. (and they were wrong so now they have to sing a song). So if things get worse out there, you can hate me because I'll probably be watching with a sense of satisfaction thinking that maybe things will return to the point where my kids could possibly have a chance to buy their own home, and own it outright someday, fill the gas tank in their car that they have the title to for less than thirty bucks, and buy a weeks worth of groceries for less than a hundred dollars. Maybe someday.

There's no E.D. in baseball

So as I'm watching my Diamondbacks pile on the exhausted Padres, what comes on between innings but a Cialis commercial. Who are the demographics guys for Cialis and what the hell are they thinking? Baseball players don't get erectile dysfunction. Those guys swing wood for a living! Try the soccer channel.

Where are the comments?

Alright,I've been doing this for a couple of months now. Now I know I don't post every day. Other things seem to take priority over posting. Things like work, being an awesome husband, an incredible father, and maybe the only player in the world who could beat Tiger Woods head to head nine times out of ten on the golf course. A lack of posting is no excuse for the absolute absense of comments I am getting on this blog.
I know I probably offend most of you with every word I write, but I'm only being honest. In a nutshell, I think soccer is the most boring spectater sport ever. I think Liberal Democrats are either really, really stupid and arrogant, or really, really stupid and arrogant.I think Black Americans who think the white man is the root of all their problems should look at their homeland and decide whether or not they would be better off there, without the white man, indoor plumbing, clean running water, heating and air conditioning, clothes,medicine, food, the NFL,NBA,and other sports and entertainment,with tribal warfare,warlords, and the fact that they cannot go outside at night without being eaten by a lion. Am I such an asshole for thinking this? Maybe, but there is some truth in what I say. Even if it's offensive to some, I think that if the offended would look at themselves, they would see that I am right, and they have been trying to justify what they don't like about their own lives. You are responsible for what happens to you. Not me. Not the Republicans. Not George Bush. Not the white man. Not the Jews. Nobody else but you. You and the decisions you make. So if you're offended, I don't care. Why don't you fire back? I can take it . My skin is pretty thick. If you agree, let me know. It can get pretty lonely here in blogland when you're not a pantywaste liberal. Don't take this as begging, because I've got more important things to do anyway. Although would appreciate it if at least one of my three regular readers would let me know that they really do exist. Thank you . O

More Massdebation

B-Rock and Hillary are going to be massdebating with each other again tonight. Look for the video on YouTube soon!

It's baseball season

I'm glad that baseball season is here. I love the Diamondbacks, especially when they're rolling like they are right now. The national media does not seem to share the same appreciation of our talented young team though. ESPNBCBS seems to think that only the Yankees and the Red Sox are qualified to be shown on updates or highlights. I've got news for them. Watching the Yankees to me, is like seeing Hillary, Al gore, or B-Rock Obummer vomiting up their bullshit into the mouths of their feeding media hatchlings on tv. It makes me feel a little queasy. The Yankees are a bunch of overpaid, underachieving steriod junkies who get too much media hype for doing nothing except being part of a team from New York. I'm not impressed with anything from New York, especially if it gets over promoted. So lets see some more of the teams who are earning their pay with solid play, not excessive pay. Go D'Backs!

Global Warming Research

After conducting a scientific poll of the entire world population about global warming, I have the results to share with you brave readers. This poll was conducted using the latest scientific methods and is known to be 100% accurate.

1) The population of the world would rather be warm than cold.
2) Most people believe we should be celebrating the fact that we've successfully averted the imminent ice age that we were told was coming by our teachers and the news when we were kids.
3) Six degrees will not destroy us.
4) Al Gore is an embarrassment to America.
5) Democrats are even more of an embarrassment to America.
6) Nuclear power would be a good thing.
7) Oil comes from the earth, and is natural and organic!
8) California sucks. ( this was unanimous)
9) I can't wait for Summer.
10)$ 3.00 per gallon gas is the biggest problem in the entire universe right now!

Confused Jackasses

So today I was driving downtown in my global warming inducing diesel service truck. I was sitting at a red light when I see some bumper stickers on a car in front of me. One of them said, " Get U.S. Out Of Iraq", and the other one was a " Hillary" sticker. My first thought was "Jackass", but then when I pulled along side of the car I saw something that made me realize this person was no normal Jackass. On the drivers side rear window was an "NRA" sticker. What The Hell? I,m sorry, but you can't be a Democrat who supports Hillary Clinton and be an NRA supporter at the same time. You can be a Republican and support the NRA. You can be a Libertarian and support the NRA. You can be Green and support the NRA. You can be Black, Jewish, Elderly, an illegal immigrant, or most anything else and still support the NRA. But you can't be a Communist or a Democrat and support the NRA!. You can't. The Democrats spend a huge portion of their time trying to eliminate, override, defeat, and otherwise render useless the second amendment of our great Constitution. If you are going to support them, you cannot be an NRA supporter. The NRA wants people to be able to own, carry, shoot, and buy and sell weapons, including handguns and "assault weapons". These guns are scary enough to make proud Democrats piss themselves.
So I took a look at the driver of the car to see what kind of confused individual would send such mixed messages. As soon as I saw her the answer was crystal clear! The driver was a woman in her fifties ( I'm guessing her age). She had an extremely short, you could say
masculine haircut, and no makeup. I grew up in the San Francisco Bay area, so I feel qualified to say that when my gaydar goes off it's accurate!, and it was blasting loud and clear!
Now I understand how she could be so confused about her political views. She's confused about her own identity. She's not even happy with her own vagina. Who wouldn't be happy with a vagina? That's one of natures greatest inventions! She probably hates all men and really needs a gun to protect herself from their evil intentions. She probably even has a concealed carry permit. I just hope for her sake, that politically she doesn't get her way because if she did then she would most likely lose her right to protect herself from all of the evil men she has to be around every day!
The Hillary thing is equally hard for me to understand. I can kind of see her attraction to Hillary, her being out diked only by Janet Reno and Janet Napolitano, but as far as Lesbians go, I thought that our current President would be a much more natural choice. After all, don't Lesbians and Bush go together like.....well...... Lesbians and Bush!
And yes, I probably am a chauvinistic racist homophobic stereotype believing angry white man! Only I'm not angry and I'm usually right.

Project Conquest Complete

The Conquest that my son and I have been building the engine for is done. It looks cool and it runs great. I think it will make an awesome first car for my boy. Some might think a crappier car would be a better way to go for a teenagers first car. I have my own thoughts on that situation.


My son now knows what it takes to put a car like this into good running condition. He bloodied his own hands and learned first hand the expense involved with repairs on a car of his own. I think that this experience in itself will help him make better decisions when it comes to how he cares for this car. I've seen friends who have bought their kids beaters for their first vehicles, and the kids treated the cars like beaters. They never developed the respect for their vehicles that someone who builds their own does, and it shows on their driving records and their fenders. Having pride in something that you helped create is a good thing, and he will feel that every time he drives his new car. I can't think of a better way to start driving.


Here are a couple of pictures. We did the motor yellow so it would look at home in the factory yellow engine compartment. As far as Conquest engines go, I think this one is one of the cleanest I've seen, and it runs as good as it looks. It doesn't have the balls out horsepower that some of the v8's I've built had, but the turbo works well and it definately gets with it. This car handles as well as anything I've ever driven. It's fun to drive. It kind of gives me the same rush I get from riding a motorcycle. I hope the boy can keep his foot out of it!

Project Conquest Update

We got the engine back from the machine shop on Friday. It had been there for quite a while. While it was gone, we dodged snowstorms and spent the time detailing the engine compartment. I discovered that my son does a very good job on work that requires alot of attention to detail. This was a nice surprise, since most of the time he only seems to put forth the minimum required effort on anything he does.
I was very surprised with the condition of the engine that was in the car when we got it. I expected the engine to be a high mileage original. But while the block was the original, the engine had been recently butchered by someone who has no right ever opening the hood of a car ever again. The head was an earlier year head. Now this is o.k. if you use the correct rockers with the cam that's in the head, but they ran mechanical rockers on a hydraulic cam, resulting in a worn out cam and rockers. The block had been bored .020 over, but the dumbasses ran standard pistons. I know!. Not only were the pistons standard, they were 9.0:1 compression flat top pistons. This is a turbocharged engine, it's supposed to have 7.0:1 dished pistons. No wonder it barely ran! Anyway, we decked it, bored it, balanced it, replaced the head with a new casting, had a new cam ground, replaced the valvetrain, eliminated the silent shafts and jet valves, did some mild porting on the exhaust runners and now we're assembling. We've got the rotating assembly together, and we'll start the external stuff tomorrow. My son is learning more than he ever wanted about his new car. That is the whole idea behind this project. Help him understand the way a car works, and get some good father son time. I can't wait until my daughters get old enough to drive, I've already been looking at cars I think would make good father daughter projects!

My Sacred Things

When I was a kid I had friends whose fathers were contractors. Because their fathers were contractors, their garages were filled with all kinds of really nice tools. These same tools were within reach, but deemed to be off limits under the penalty of death! I never liked or completely understood this. I guess you could say the fathers didn't trust the kids. Now that I'm a father, and I have more cool tools than most people know exist, I disagree with the "stay out of my stuff" policy even more strongly than I did as a kid.
My kids all have full use of any of my tools that they think they can handle. As long as the tools are clean and back where they belong before I have to use them for work, they are fair game. What's mine is theirs as far as I'm concerned...... except for three things.
Don't ever touch my gun. My Para Ordinance P-12 45 goes with me everywhere I go. I very rarely actually shoot it. I don't need to. I just love the fact that it is there. It is a beautiful peice of machinery. In fact , in my eyes, it's a work of art, a masterpiece. I call it my Buddy. So, Daddy's sacred thing number one, my Buddy.
Don't ever touch my chainsaw! My Stihl Farm Boss is the second sacred thing in my tool collection. When we need firewood, this baby gets it done. I don't want to be surprised with a worn out chain or some kind of starting problem. I keep it nice, and it works for me. So stay away from my chainsaw and you won't meet my Buddy!
My Peaks. Don't touch my Peaks. "What the hell are Peaks", you ask? Duh. they're my sunglasses stupid. Everybody knows that. But these are not your run of the mill dark sunglasses. These are special. My beautiful wife got them for me, and that's not all. These Peakvision glasses are specifically designed for golf, and that's MY game. The importance of these shades and the emotional attachment I feel to them cannot be measured using any currently recognized system of measurement. So the third item on my list of sacred things is my Peakvision sunglasses. If someone was to damage or lose my peaks, both my Buddy and my chainsaw would be put to immediate use!

My Political Truths

I have been an observer of the political scene for about fifteen years now. I will never be a member of any political party. This has allowed me to view the action from an unbiased point of view. Here are a few of my observations.

1) Do Democrats ever shut up?
A) Since the answer to this question is a resounding NO!, the next two questions will be purely hypothetical.

2) If a Democrat were to shut up, would they still be lying?.........and whining?
A) YES!! Democrats aren't even honest with themselves about who they are and what they want, and Yes the only time a Democrat stops whining is when they stop breathing!

3) When Republican Lawmakers leave Congress or the Senate, do they get their spine and testicles back?
A) No!, Hillary keeps them.

4) Should people of Jewish descent, who had about six million or so of their recent ancestors removed from their homes, terrorized and murdered,(by their own government) be considered ignorant for supporting a party that promotes removing their only source of personal protection from their posession in their own homes.(like Hitler did)
A) Yes! extremely ignorant. History repeats itself. Jewish Democrats should be run out of the Jewish religion by every Jew who remembers the holocaust.

5) Why do the Democrats hate George W. Bush so much?
A) They don't hate him, they are just jealous because he somehow kept his spine and testicles when he became President!

6) Is Al Gore really a robot?
A) Yes, he was sent by aliens to destroy our economy with environmental restrictions.

7) Is John McCain really the oldest man on earth?
A) No, there is a man from Brazil who is rumored to have been born six months before Mr. McCain in 1840.

Democrats are the most racist segment of the American population.
Black Democrats are the most racist segment of the Democratic party.
Anyone who says they want to pay higher taxes is a complete idiot or a liar.
The voters of New York who voted for Elliot Spitzer should have their right to vote revoked for showing a severe inability to judge character...... They got what they deserved.
The voters of California should be given a timeout and have their crayons taken away!

Inspiration and Street Racing

Sunday morning, Sunday paper, Breakfast, check the weather channel. I caught a few seconds of a religious channel. A preacher doing his thing on stage in front of a packed house. Ahh! inspiration! I haven't posted in a while because I haven't felt anything worth saying. But today has been an inspiration storm!
Why can't all those people in the audience at the religious show see that the guy on stage is really creepy? I wouldn't let any of my kids get within twenty feet of that guy. It's just not normal for a man to get that emotional over anything, especially a glorified rulebook. Men don't like being told what to do anyway, especially when threats are involved. Threaten normal men, they'll fight, not cower and praise. That preacher is not being honest about who or what he is and that should be obvious to everybody,not just me. So what the hell is wrong with the folks who are applauding and giving him money? Maybe someone can help me out with that one.

I read an article in the paper that was espousing the dangers of street racing. I had to check my calender to see what year we are in. My god man,this is not news. It is not new, and it is no more dangerous today than it has ever been. This subject hits really close to home with me, and not just because street racing was my main receational activity from the moment I turned sixteen until my early twenties. Also because the article mentioned that in California, street racing is now a crime punishable by jail time. Participants cars are siezed and publicly crushed, and in some places it's illegal to just watch a street race. How times have changed!
My typical evening as a teen was to head over to my friends house, make sure my car ( a 400 h.p. Camaro) was running good, and then hit the Boulevard. We lived only twenty minutes from Sears Point Raceway so hot rods and racing were a major part of teen culture. There were bracket races at the track on Thursday nights, and everybody who had a car would show up and run. Friday at school, we all still had our times on our windshields as kind of a badge of honor. The fastest guys were the ones who everybody wanted to beat, and the Boulevard is where these challenges took place. During the week, and especially in the weekends, we cruised. The Boulevard was the place to find the other racers. When we saw someone we wanted to run, we would "jack them up", which means to cruise next to the and accelerate hard briefly so that the front end of your car jumps. Some guys could spin their tires. I could get my front tires off of the ground in two hops. Sometimes we would go right there, from a roll, without ever even saying a word. These races were usually short, with the winner outrunning the loser in dominant fashion. These races were the most common when the other guy was from out of town, or obviously
wasn't very fast. Usually after it was over , we would look for uor next victim. If the race was close, or we knew the other guy, or his car just seemed fast, we would talk shit back and forth for a minute, and then follow each other to Frates Road. Frates Road was the road used for the race scenes in the movie American Grafitti. In the movie it was called Paradise Road. Frates Road was wide, flat, long, seldom used, and had a Quarter Mile clearly marked on the pavement in white paint in a checkered pattern. We would pull off to the side near the starting line and wait until we didn't see any oncoming headlights coming at us. When it was clear, one of our passengers would jump out, run to the center of the road on the starting line, wait for the two cars to line up, point at both cars, raise his hands and then drop them to start the race. I personally did this several times a week. Most of my friends did the same . Some Friday nights we would have a hundred or more people show up to see several races. When the cops showed up, everybody ran. It was chaos, and it was fun. Back then the police couldn't catch most of our cars, and we didn't hesitate to run. I have run three times that I can remember, and never been caught. Today if you run, you get shot!
I moved away from California because I could see the direction things were giong years ago. Today if you live in California, you are doing something illegal. You might be breathing, or maybe your shoes are tied too tight, or you may have washed your underwear in non-government-approved detergent. Whatever it is, it's definately very wrong and you'd better straighten up and start following the rules before someone gets hurt. (or has fun) I hope things will stop moving in this direction, but I believe that California may be too far gone at this point. So, for now I'm going to be glad that I don't live there, and continue to discourage anyone else from moving here!

Best Days

I wrote this one a few years ago. It's about our lives.




BEST DAYS



She told me hon’ it looks like we’re growing old together
When I was a little girl a year seemed like forever
But now the years are quickly passing by
Only seems like the blink of an eye
And there’s another one gone, another one gone

I said we’ve made it this far we’re gonna last forever
Right now you’re looking more beautiful than ever
Don’t waste time looking back and crying
Or thinking ‘bout how time is flying
Just let the best days come
‘Cause when I look at what’s ahead I see clear blue skies
Your pretty smile and your sexy green eyes
Just let the best days come
Let the best days come

You know we’ve put a wonderful family together
And we’ve been through our share of stormy weather
Rocky times didn’t keep us down
Hate and greed didn’t stick around
Now let the best days come
Let the best days come
And when I look at what’s ahead I see clear blue skies
Your pretty smile and your sexy green eyes
Just let the best days come
Let the best days come

It’s been us against the world with our backs to the wall
Yeah we took a few shots, but we never did fall
We’ve kept our heads held high and we stayed on track
Now we’re standing on top and we’re not looking back
So let the best days come
Let the best days come
Let the best days come
Let the best days come

She told me hon’ it looks like we’re growing old together
I want to stay here with you forever
I’ll be your girl and you can be my man
If you want you can hold my hand
As the best days come
As the best days come
And then you’ll look at what’s ahead and see clear blue skies
I’ll smile and you’ll look into my eyes
And see the best days come
See the best days come

BREAKING POLITICAL NEWS!!!

Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama are going to be massdebating on TV again tonight. Since vomiting is not my favorite activity, I will not be watching. I know what's going to happen anyway, Hillary and Barack will spend the entire evening arguing about which one of them has the biggest caucus. My money is on Hillary.

We Have A Winner

Yes I won the golf match against my son today. I shot 36 on the front nine and it was already over. The back nine was more of a coaching session than a match. My son was striking it well but his head slipped up his ass when I rolled in a birdie putt on the fifth hole. I tried to talk him into pulling his head out from that moment on because I could see what was about to happen. He, like his father, is a stubborn, pig headed jackass though, so it took six or seven holes to get through to him. He finally took my advice and yanked his head completely out of his ass, and instantly began to focus and play good golf once again.
Today being the first time on the course in two months for either of us, I would say the results were positive. I'm sore as hell though. That's a really long walk. If Ian can retain what he learned today with respect to his mental approach to a round of golf, this should be a very good season for him. He needs to focus not on a target score before he begins the round, but on good quality shotmaking. If he forgets about score and just focuses on hitting a good shot every time, the score will take care of itself. Setting a target score to acheive sets you up for failure and puts pressure on you that will distract your focus and cause you to make bad decisions and even poorer swings. Thats the Swing Mechanic,(thats me) lesson of the week. So put that on your tee and smoke it. Please support global warming, I really miss golf weather. I'm going to do my part and leave my diesel powered service truck running all night . If that doesn't increase the greenhouse gas levels I'll have to go out and get a couple of cows!

Guilt

I'm going to give everybody some advice that will make their lives better immediately.
Stop feeling guilty!!!
It seems to me that everybody in this country makes decisions everyday based on feelings of guilt they have for no apparent reason. Stop doing this. I know you can't all be morons, so stop letting everything make you feel guilty.
If you are white, it's o.k., don't feel guilty about it.
If you are happy, it's o.k., don't feel guilty about that either.
If you are not a starving kid in Africa, it's probably not your fault.
If you are feeling guilty about being an evil, planet destroying Human, remember that even the prettiest wild animals would gladly eat their neighbors if they got the chance.
You're here. It doesn't matter how you think you got here, God, a bajillion years of random genetic mutations, Alien genetic engineering, or your own nonphysical being exploring the physical reality. The fact is that you are here and unless you just enjoy being miserable, it would do you some good to enjoy who you are. You haven't done anything to suppress anyone's freedom, warm the planet, cause turmoil in Darfur, or ruin the environment by eating a hamburger. So get over the guilt and enjoy your life. Be proud to be an American. We are the people on the leading edge of society. People who disagree with that statement are usually jealous of what we have. I'm not saying that we are perfect and don't have problems to overcome. We do, but we don't need to create more by feeling guilty about what we do have and have done.
If you are an American woman today, you have been presented with an interesting dilemma. If you stay home and have children, you may feel guilty for not entering the work force and building a career. This has been force fed to you for the last thirty plus years. If you choose to enter the work force and build a career, your natural instincts may cause you to feel guilty for not having children. The thing is, it's your life, live it as you choose. Make your choices based not on guilt or fear, but on what you really want, and then live with them without regret. All you can do is the best you can do at that moment. It's easy to look back and second guess yourself, but if you look at the situation you were in at the time, the choice you made was probably the best one, or the only one.
Enjoy yourself and the people around you. Appreciate what you have without regret. Don't take anything for granted, and begin living without guilt or fear every day. your life will be better , and so will mine. Thank you.

Date Night

I wrote this song a number of years ago. It represents pretty much how I deal with the ups and downs of everyday life. It's been recorded, but not quite the same as how I wrote it.



Date Night


I've been married to my woman for ten years
I’ve got a house full of kids and I’m losing my hair
My body just aint what it used to be
In the mirror there’s a fat, bald version of me
But I know everything’s gonna be alright

‘Cause it’s date night, date night
Me and my woman having private time
Date night, date night
Gonna lock the door and leave the world behind
Date night, date night
My baby and me we’re gonna bump and grind
Date night, date night
When we get together everything’s just fine

My son just got expelled from school
For cussing and fighting and breaking the rules
My six year old’s asking what oral sex is
What do I do in times like this

Date night, date night,
me and my woman having private time
Date night, date night
Gonna lock the door and leave the world behind
Date night, date night
My baby and me we're gonna bump and grind
Date night, date night
When we get together everything's just fine


I just got pulled over again
Lawman’s trying to get under my skin
But nothing he says don’t bother me
‘Cause tonight I know where I’m gonna be

Date night, date night
Me and my woman having private time....

Don't Go Golfing

I hit some balls today. It was the first time since mid December that I've been able to do this. I didn't go to the range. I just hit some into the net. I'm talking about golf just in case you didn't know. Not golfing, just golf. This is kind of a pet peeve of mine, and my son. People play golf. Golf is a noun. One cannot golf, go golfing, golf a ball, a shot,or anything else related to the game of golf. No one goes baseballing, basketballing, or even soccerring. Why would you expect someone to go golfing? They can't. There are no golfers, only players, not playaz yo, players. So do me a favor, show the game and those who love it some respect, and address it correctly. Nothing exposes a hackychopper quicker than when he/she says he went golfing, just golfed, or golfed a game today. Golfing golfers going golfing. I'd rather watch soccer than hear another word about the game they golfed.
Anyway, even with the long layoff, I hit it like a God today. I only hit about ten shots, but absolutely flushed every one. Who needs practice? I'm going to take my son to the course and kick his ass for his birthday next weekend. Happy birthday Ian! I'm sure he'll have a different perspective on the upcoming event. You might find something on his blog, Pureplayergolf. He is just that too. The kid hits it like a machine. He's nearly technically perfect. With some size, and a little short game work, he could make a living playing this game. Gee, that would be unfortunate. I've got my caddie application already filled out.
I'm going to change the subject now. My youngest daughter is five years old now, and I feel really lucky. Three, four, five, and six year olds are the absolute most fun that kids can be. Period. They do the most basic things with the most uninhibited joy you will ever see. These years are very special, for both you and your child. If you don't enjoy them, I feel sorry for you. You've really missed out. My little Sugar Bear makes me laugh every single day. My other three kids did too when they were that age. I might talk about some of the things they did later. I'm too tired tonight. Long day. Thank you to my beautiful Green Eyed Mama, and plo at forcryeye for the comments. Yes we are married.

Mike and Air Life

I have a friend named Mike. He's from a Province in China that I cannot pronounce. He recently became a U.S. Citizen. He told me," I so excited. Now I can vote for the Presidentio Erection."... I thought that was funny. I told him Bill was't running. He didn't understand.
I recently saw the World Air Guitar Championships on TV. I had no idea. I had to watch. I thought Air Guitar was only what drunken high school morons did in a lame attempt to look cool. Apparently these guys grow up to become drunken adult morons.
Air Guitar? Get real. It's like playing a real guitar, only without the guitar, and way easier. I wonder how Eddie Van Halen would do in a head to head match against Air Guitar Champion Ochi"Dainoji"Yosuke. Would Eddie be out of his league? Would he be able to pretend to play Eruption as well as the Champ? Who decides who won, Air Judges? What would the winner get, an Air Trophy?
While we're at it, Maybe we should start a whole new league dedicated to Air Sports. I think we should start with Air Soccer. Instead of being bored to death watching two teams kick the ball back and forth across the midfield line,... for six hours,... without ever getting within shouting distance of either goal. We could watch two teams PRETEND to kick the ball back and forth across the midfield line,... for six hours,... without ever getting within shouting distance of either goal. What fun! The players could get "Air" Injuries. They would pretend to be hurt and roll around on the ground like they had been shot just like they do now, but without a real ball. I think this could be really big, especially in France.
I checked. and yes, you can buy an Air Guitar on ebay.

The politicians are way ahead of the game, especially the Democrats. They have two Air Candidates running for their nomination. Neither one of them has any actual substance.Hillary is pretending to run as a straight woman, although she is neither. While Obama is the Candidate for change. I actually think we might be able to afford that. Even I have lots of change.
I'll go check my piggy bank!

Project Conquest

It's been nearly a week since my last post. I'm still recovering from Dumbass Day. I didn't realize how much it took out of me until just today. I started feeling a little less negative about things late this morning.
I can get into a really negative allowing state sometimes. A combination of the right frustrating circumstances seems to be the easiest way to get me there. I'm getting better about recognizing when I'm there, but sometimes it can still take a few days to come out of it.
I began seeing things more positively again today. Good things should start happening soon. Projects we are working on should start moving forward. We're building a car for my soon to be 16 year old son. I have a theory about kids and their first cars.I'll write about that another time. I guess we'll see how it works out pretty soon.
The car we found is a 1988 Turbo Conquest. It's in really nice shape,and has all the cool stuff that was available in 1988. With rear wheel drive, (which is huge in my book), four wheel discs, independant rear suspension, rear anti lock, intercooler, fuel injectiion, leather, and power everything. It's one of the coolest rides available from the late eighties. Made by Mitsubishi, sold by Chrysler, it was limited in production. We haven't seen another one around here in a couple of years.
We pulled the engine and are in the middle of a complete overhaul. We're keeping it basically stock, except for a few minor modifications aimed at curing some of the original designs weak points. I'm very excited about it and can't wait to drive it.
I'll post periodic updates as the project moves forward. I know this wasn't all that entertaining, but maybe it'll get me back into the swing of things. It's getting late, so thats all tonight...out.

Dumbass Day

Yea, I know there's not much to read here. There was, that is until my Dumbass Son tried to start his own blog and proceeded to delete mine. Between the latin labor force and the wannabe engineer cowboys I work with fucking up everything they came into contact with today, and then watching Captain Dipshit delete my blog, today is officially Dumbass Day.

February 8, 2008 DUMBASS DAY

Please mark this on your calendar so next year you can prepare. I know I will!