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Saturday, October 1, 2011

a love story

This was the first picture of us and only picture taken before we got married

A love story
This is a true story, it’s is my love story. It all started one afternoon the twenty third of July 1967. My roommate and good friend and I were walking home from the parts house with the car parts we needed to fix his car. As we cross an intersection two girls came running after us. One that was in the lead was an old friend of my roommates. My roommate introduced the girl and she introduced the other girl. Now have you ever been in this situation, I mean this was the most uncomfortable position to be in, I like what I saw and she was his girl. I could not see the other girl.  Well the four of us walk on down the street talking and then stopping at a small café we went in and had malt. We talk for a bit and made plans to meet and go a movie on the upcoming Saturday after we got the car fix.  The whole time I could not take my mind of off her or eyes.  We finish our malts and parted to meet later on in the week. Please note back then we did not have cell phone and as far as phone goes well it was out of our budget at the time. But we did give the girls my parent s phone number and we got the girl address.

The rest of the day kind of went like this we fix the car then got ready for the rodeo. My roommate was selling beer at the rodeo and I had my last ride and performance in the rodeo. Now I was to ride demonstration saddle bonk that night and do a skit with the clowns and my horse ebb.  The horse I drew was named barn burner and he gave me quite a ride scored 87 points and it was the best ride of the rodeo. The rodeo ran for five night and ended on the twenty fourth with the finals, I had not made it into the last go round a kid by the name of Chris LeDoux had the handle on that, my earlier  rides did not go so well. But the demonstration ride guaranteed my entry fee back and my skit with the clowns paid me twenty bucks.

It was a simple thing I would play the drunken cowboy and get out there in the arena with this five gallon plastic whiskey bottle, ( it had tea in it),  and six-gun shooting up the sky. Then I would fall down sitting in middle with my arms around the bottle.  The clowns trying to get me out of the arena would send my horse Ebb in and he would grab me by the collar, I was warring a harness with a tab for Ebb to bite, and drag me out of the arena. Well my fifteen seconds of fame and glory was over and it was back to the here and now.  The rodeo was over for me and we meet a couple of gals at the rodeo so we went bar hopping. Now the whole time I was thinking of the gal I met early in the day, and cliff that was my roommate and friend , had mention how he like meeting up with her after not seeing her in a year or two and was not going to let her out of his life. He had a thing for her. Well I guess I was getting one.

The next week was all work and no play. I went out the place where I kept Ebb and was put him thru his paces. We had quite a work out. I had put up his saddle and had take him down to the stream to wash the sweat off and decided to ride him back to the barn. I swung up on his back and slid off the other side like it was ice, me being wet and his back just as wet. Well I dislocated my shoulder and broke my arm. So I did not go on the date with the cliff and the gals that Saturday.

By the time I got the cast off we had lost track off the girls they had moved. It took a week or so to find where they had move to.  We hook back up and planed an outing cliff would be with Shana and I would be with Elle. That was not my choice Elli was a nice enough and good lookin, but I wanted to be with Shana.  Well it seems that Elli had someone else on her mind and always had some excuse not to go on the date. We would go on with the date and I was the fifth wheel and driver, as we had not got cliffs car running yet.
Well our days were setup like this I worked from 7 to 3 and cliff worked 1 to 9 we were both working for the railroad. When I got off work I would go up to the girl’s apartment and visit till cliff would get off, and then we would go out and do something the three of us Elli had to work from 6 to midnight. We would go and pick her up from work. This went on for two maybe three weeks.  Then the movie Grand prix with James Garner was come to town and I want to see it. So we set up a date to go the movies and Shana set me up with a date with one of her girl friends.

We had got cliff's car running and my dad’s truck was not the thing you would take the gals to the driven movie in. it was a farm truck if you know what that means.  Well we pick up Shana and were going out to pick up my date when the car broke down again.  So we started to walk back in to town. Cliff was not in a good mood as the car was broke down, and he walked a head of us. When we got in to the down town area we decided to just go to the walk-in and see the movie.  As we walked by a bar we saw a friend playing pinball, and he owed cliff some money and if he was playing pinball he could pay cliff. Shana could not go in the bar she was under 21 so her and I waited outside. Well Cliff and beer and pinball, he could be in there all night and he was still in a bad mood over the car. Shana and I went next door to a western supply store and I bought me a new hat, all the guy were calling mine a sheepherder hat, and I had to buy Shana one I just had too.

 Cliff was still playing pinball so I went in and told him that we were going down to the show and he could ketch up or meet us at the movie house.  So Shana and I went to the show. After the show there was a light rain coming down and I was walking her home.  We had stop on a corner and I said “you know if it was not for cliff I would ask you to marry me. To hell with it will you marry me” we kiss a long time and the she said yes.  We took off and twenty four later we were married in Elko Nevada. This day forty four year ago. October first 1967 . 

 thank you and god bless

Friday, September 30, 2011

this Friday moment

"A single photo – no words – capturing a simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember."
The Friday moment started by wee man adopted from SouleMama which was introduced to me by Sarah-Jane. If you find yourself touched by a Moment and would like to participate, post your picture on a Friday and leave your link in the comments section.


Thursday, September 29, 2011

lot of poetry

 Here is a fun challenge, from the list take as many words as you would like and write a poem. You must use at least three words from the list more if you can, and share your links to your post.
Here is the list:

May the best poet grin leave a comment and your link if you are up to the challenge?

My try!

Enter Password? _ _ _ _ *****
Input error press anykey?
Ctrl /alt /delete to enter setup?
Who wrote this software?

Garbage in garbage out is what you get
Server router pixel threads file cards
What this all about?
That is not a correct input?

On off off off on on on off
On on on on off off off off
On off on off on off on off
A pixel thread I dread

 Well if you would like to read more then take a look at what Pamela Roscoe wrote I think you will like it.
Here is Janu poem

 Now I mention the friend of Mouse and mine Hank the cowdog ,he is the head of ranch security over at the M-cross ranch, the other day over at blogplicity and I hope to get an interview with him. Here is a couple of video of the author of hank the cowdog. Warning!! Be prepared to laugh your head off.

 Now if you like Hank you can find him here at Roy’s beep at the bottom of this page at Amazon some story can be down loaded for free.  I will have more on the author john Erickson in another post somewhere down the road.

 Here my pick for today:

Thank you for coming by and give the fine folks a look see. God bless.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

lot of Wednesday child

Wednesday’s child
This is a new feature here. I will be posting every Wednesday. Here is an old poem sometimes referred to as Monday’s child, but I have not found the original source or Arthur or title.

Monday's child is fair of face
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good all the day.
As you may note that Wednesday’s child is full of woe. There are far too many children that fit this Wednesday child category. Some are dying of hunger, some are abused, and some are orphaned. There are those who were born with Down syndrome, or Autism, or ADHD/ADD or some other form impediment to life like being deaf or blind.  A hundred years ago these children were lockup in asylums or orphanages some were sold to do jobs not fit for any beast of burden or safe. Thank god that has change in most of the world.

I have a questions here you may not like. Are you an abuser of the handicap? Hopefully you can say no. but some time we are. When we see a child with one or more of these problems do you say behind their back poor child or isn’t that child horrible, or make fun of the way they have to do things. Or maybe you say to yourself “I gave two buck to some charity to help that kind of person, they should not let them out in public.”

If you had to say yes to some of this I am praying for you that you never have to walk in their shoes. What I would ask is that to give them a smile and a cheerful welcome and help them in any way you can. It may take a minute out of your day but it will add years to the wellbeing of your soul and who knows you may find a friend. 

The world of the deaf is a dangerous and scary place. I am posting the link to Mary Hudak-Collins post of Tuesday this week. Watch the video read her story. If you have not been to her site.  Do yourself a favor and do it.
Next week I will be posting a story of one of the many young people who live with these deficits. If you would like post a Wednesday Child story on your site and let me know I will link to yours. Maybe we can make the world a better place for all of us by telling their story.

Here are my picks for today:

Thank you for coming by and give these fine folks a visit tell them I sent you. God bless.  


Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Pick On Me Tuesday

Hey, well alright now, what am I bid for?

Featuring; “Pick On Me Tuesday”. What I am up to is this, I will pick at random a blog that I have read and I will do a write up about their blog and posts. This may help build traffic to both of us. If someone want to improve the chances of being pick. Well!  It would not hurt if they left a comment on my blog but its not necessary. 
The blogs I read first are the ones who have left a comment. Now let me see who will it be?

Well I spent about five hours yesterday reading this blog trying to get a handle on the author. She has very little about herself on the web. She writes well and some of her posts are bit long. Did I say her post were long?  Here is what I know. She lives in India. She is well educated and she is a thinker.

Her latest post is an old one from July of 2009 it is about the difference between men and women.  Heck I know that.  Well I am going to rate her blog with three, count them, horseshoes, and a horse only has four, because like I said some of her posts are a bit long, and I am awarding her the very first milk bucket award.

sorry about the spiltmilk
She does not have many followers but I think we can fix that can’t we. So she will have one more. So here she is Jerlyt thinkingspace.

Well now I think we need to go over to her blog and congratulate her and maybe follow her for a bit.

Now no pushing or crowding, we can all get there safely.
Thank you for coming by and God Bless.

Monday, September 26, 2011

lot of general stores two

This is a repost i.e. another look, with an analysis of the post, there is a lot here. To start with the title of the post “lot or general stores” what I am referring to here is the information you have stored in your mind. The post is self is about being alone in a strange place or “Fresh off the boat” the FOB label that is stuck on a person that has just arrived in a new country. For the person it's all new and different, they may not speak the same language, they will have an accent. They are not familiar with their surroundings. It is all new and different with no frame of reference.  At home a person has experience with their surrounding they know what to do in most situations. The people around them know they are one of the strangers that see and they can recognize the distress a person is in and help.

Here is the thing, you don’t have to be fresh off the boat or go to another country to experience this, just be a lone with the stress, in a doctor waiting room, in a store you have never been in before, around people you have never seen before at a party.  Or you can go to a theater and watch a horror movie. Some people like to do that, but I am not one of them. It all has to do with fear.  The hard-drive of our mine goes into overdrive to search for a frame of reference to make us feel safe. In the post I wrote about me remembering myself as a three year old. Our postman name was as I said the same as me, his name was Roy also. I was at my grandparent’s home. A time and place I felt safe and was having fun.
Here are two comments to the post. One is from Kriti and one is from Bonnie.

It’s hard to believe that you can familiarize with the feeling of being a FOB! Not just familiarize but live it!!! I am amazed beyond words... how do you know that minute that does not end at 60 secs? How do you know the feeling of being the center but being invisible?? Even though my experiences in the first year in US was not very drastic and as rightly put by you I was my own enemy - I have heard of thousands of stories where that realization never came to people - and they even left, gave up on the country and bid adieu.”

“My stomach is turning. Though the story was intended to be about being an also described my life with DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder/MPD) it's exactly what it is like inside of me...:::::::::::::::::::::::: shaking:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::; 

Let’s change the fob to Fear of Being or fresh of birth it is something we All have experienced.

The following is another look at an article By Kriti Mukherjee and publish or posted here
It’s a good read and brings light to the dreaded FOBs.
It begins.
How did I get here? Where is this place? Its dark and forbidding a cavernous pit with creeping crawling slithering ghosts, a spider’s trap of cobwebs and shadows parading in review. Has time forgotten or is this now, a fantasies of nightmares and horrible fears. It approaches, I feel its hot breath as it come near, do I scream, and no it will find me. I chock the scream daring not to swallow. It cross over, its sliming slobber drool rolls down my cheek, do I dare breath, or it will  know I am here. Where can I run, if I only had a gun, maybe I could kill it, but there are more?

I see the clock on the wall, the windows and door, the half cup of coffee that has grown cold. I rub my arms, yes I am warm and alive, but how can I be here and there? If I could only hear a sound, a voice, see someone I know. Wait that’s me I was only three, there is a robin in the tree, here comes the postman his name is the same as me, and Trixie grandpa’s dog yapping out a greeting.  I am lost in time a forest of days, moments trapped in the cobwebs of my mine. If I were not alone or someplace back home, would it be there? These ghosts that taunt me and it that thing, that horrible thing it lashes at me leaving surging whelps, stinging cuts, biting gnawing ghosts from the past. If I go outside their there, staring looking at me as if I don’t exist, seeing thru me as if I am not there. Stranger passing by, don’t they know I am not from here or are they avoiding it, or does it have a hold on them?

I heard a sound, it’s the clock, it tick a minute has passed. Where have I been? I was just there for years, but only a minute has passed. I will open the door let in some air, maybe I can escape, will it let me?  The air smells different, it’s not the same, it does not smell of home. Ah maybe some music will quail the beast. The song, it’s my favorite, but something is wrong it does not sound the same, not like I remember.  Eat something, yes, that is it, I will eat some chocolate cake, no I must not.  It will hear and devour me.  What wrong with the clock, it does not move, has time stopped?  No I saw the hand move, I heard it tick.

Enough of this. I am going to face it. Who are you? What do you want from me? I am fear you FOB. I am you the one you call ME- time. I am just here to keep you company. There is nothing to fear but fear it’s self.

Now here are my pick today:

Well I hope you have enjoyed this and please read or visit these blogs.
Thank you and god bless

Sunday, September 25, 2011

lot of wonder

Last night I was in glory to be an attendee at a scientific seminar on the Shroud of Turin. Dr John Jackson the research team leader of the 1978 study of the shroud was the speaker.   This came to mine as I shook his hand, as he had handled the shroud.

Luke 8:40-49
[40] Now when Jesus returned, a crowd welcomed him, for they were all expecting him. [41] Then a man named Jairus, a ruler of the synagogue, came and fell at Jesus' feet, pleading with him to come to his house [42] because his only daughter, a girl of about twelve, was dying.
As Jesus was on his way, the crowds almost crushed him. [43] And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years, but no one could heal her. [44] She came up behind him and touched the edge of his cloak, and immediately her bleeding stopped.
[45] "Who touched me?" Jesus asked.
When they all denied it, Peter said, "Master, the people are crowding and pressing against you."
[46] But Jesus said, "Someone touched me; I know that power has gone out from me."
[47] Then the woman, seeing that she could not go unnoticed, came trembling and fell at his feet. In the presence of all the people, she told why she had touched him and how she had been instantly healed. [48] Then he said to her, "Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace."

Now there was no earth shaking nor was I healed of my afflictions, but I felt honored to touch the hand of a man who had had touch the image on the shroud, but I do feel some solace in that by provenance I may have touch Christ be it by proxy and that is all I wish for is to touch Christ. This come to something I hold as a model. It is a triangle the sides of which are belief, faith and knowledge. Belief is something that I or you have come to understand as a true or a falsehood.  Faith is something that we have given to something or someone based on our knowledge of the massager.  Knowledge is the firsthand experience, the knowing it is true or faults. The dimensions of each side are variable to the subject.

The totality of the data and the provenance at this point in time cannot prove or disprove that it is the burial shroud of Christ. These image are form an article on wiki


what do you believe?

from a clip art disk



“For those who believe, no proof is necessary. For those who don't believe, no proof is possible.” a quote of Stuart Chase.

Here are my picks for today:
 I would like it if you would give the folks a look see; I did and found some things to enjoy. 

Here are the questions that you can only answer. Do you believe the shroud is the burial shroud of Christ? If it were proven to be the shroud what would it mean to you? How would it change you if it were proven to be true? What would it mean to you if it was proven to be faults a fake?

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