Friday, March 27, 2009

Spring Showers



Wednesday morning, while driving to my son's home, I could see in the distance very dark, ominous clouds in wait of my approach. I was driving South on US 84 and by the time I reached Goldsboro, the skies opened up with strong winds, hail, and rains so fierce I slowed to less than 30mph. I wanted to pull over and wait for the storm to pass but couldn't see well enough to find a semi-paved stretch along the roadside to do so. I was afraid that if I pulled off and onto the grass, I might get my car stuck and ultimately, be stranded in the middle of the storm, as well as in the middle of no where.

I slowly crawled along through the storm for 10-15 minutes until it finally let up (or I should say, I finally got out from under it). Regaining my composure and settling back into regular driving mode, I looked out my driver's side window to see a most fascinating site - what I had just driven part way through! I don't remember seeing clouds looking like those nor can I remember seeing the skies taking on such a stark contrast of light and dark clouds. I grabbed my Blackberry and shot some photos:










I didn't spend too long at my son's home and started back about an hour later. I was hoping the storm had blown through and I wouldn't have to worry about it on my way home. However, I could see the dark clouds in the distance and knew I was probably going back through it whether I wanted to or not. As I neared the darkness, I noticed the outlying clouds were swirling and I snapped a photo before entering the storm:









It wasn't as bad going back through - the rain wasn't as fierce and no new hail was falling this time, although I could still see spots of hail on the roadside from earlier. As I progressed through the storm, I could see ahead of me the most beautiful white, fluffy clouds floating in the sunshine ahead. What a contrast to the deep, dark ominous clouds of the storm!

Monday, March 23, 2009

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Jelly Jars

Here's just something to think about:

It came to me this morning as I opened the jar of jelly to put a dab of it on my muffin - what happened to the jelly jars of old? You know, the ones where once you were done with the contents you could then use the container as a cup or glass?
  • The ones that didn't come with a screw on lid, but the lid that you snapped open and then snapped the lid back on for storage?
  • The ones made of glass that had a smooth upper surface around the opening (lip)?
  • The ones that were completely smooth-surfaced to allow for easy removal of the product?
My container was just about empty so I took a long-handled teaspoon and scraped, and scraped some more, trying to get the last remnants of the jelly out of the jar. This particular jar was made of plastic and had indentations around it of grapes and grape leaves making it hard to remove the jelly from those spots. As well, the container was shaped with a moderate crimp around the bottom edge that, when coupled with the rise and ridges in the bottom of the container, made it impossible to remove all of the jelly.



I know many people could care less about a small remainder of product being left in a jelly jar, but it bothers me. Instead of concentrating on the intricate design of the container, the company should focus more on the ability of the product to be used by the consumer.

This isn't the only product design I've noticed that has changed over the years. Take a look at some of today's mayonnaise or salad dressing containers: instead of the screw on tops, they've come out with the flip-top that presents the same type of problem around the top edges when the consumer tries to remove the last of the contents.

I think back on the television commercial of old, you know, the one where the individual goes to the refrigerator only to find the Miracle Whip jar empty? He takes a knife and can't get anything out of the jar and then gives up on making the sandwich since there is no Miracle Whip - "a sandwich just isn't a sandwich without the great taste of Miracle Whip salad dressing." That jar of salad dressing was one of the smooth, simple-designed, glass ones.

Packaging and design seems to take priority these days.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Blog Article from "The Old Jarhead"

This is one of the most eloquent assessments of how a lot of people feel these days.

I received the item in an email earlier this week and was inspired to check out its origin. The author is Robert A. Hall who blogs at "The Old Jarhead". Check it out at www.tartanmarine.blogspot.com

I'm Tired

I’ll be 63 soon. Except for one semester in college when jobs were scarce, and a six-month period when I was between jobs, but job-hunting every day, I’ve worked, hard, since I was 18. Despite some health challenges, I still put in 50-hour weeks, and haven’t called in sick in seven or eight years. I make a good salary, but I didn’t inherit my job or my income, and I worked to get where I am. Given the economy, there’s no retirement in sight, and I’m tired. Very tired.

I’m tired of being told that I have to “spread the wealth around” to people who don’t have my work ethic. I’m tired of being told the government will take the money I earned, by force if necessary, and give it to people too lazy or stupid to earn it.

I’m tired of being told that I have to pay more taxes to “keep people in their homes.” Sure, if they lost their jobs or got sick, I’m willing to help. But if they bought McMansions at three times the price of our paid-off, $250,000 condo, on one-third of my salary, then let the leftwing Congresscritters who passed Fannie and Freddie and the Community Reinvestment Act that created the bubble help them—with their own money.

I’m tired of being told how bad America is by leftwing millionaires like Michael Moore, George Soros and Hollywood entertainers who live in luxury because of the opportunities America offers. In thirty years, if they get their way, the United States will have the religious freedom
and women’s rights of Saudi Arabia, the economy of Zimbabwe, the freedom of the press of China, the crime and violence of Mexico, the tolerance for Gay people of Iran, and the freedom of speech of Venezuela. Won’t multiculturalism be beautiful?

I’m tired of being told that Islam is a “Religion of Peace,” when every day I can read dozens of stories of Muslim men killing their sisters, wives and daughters for their family “honor;” of Muslims rioting over some slight offense; of Muslims murdering Christian and Jews because they aren’t “believers;” of Muslims burning schools for girls; of Muslims stoning teenage rape victims to death for “adultery;” of Muslims mutilating the genitals of little girls; all in the name of Allah, because the Qur’an and Shari’a law tells them to.

I believe “a man should be judged by the content of his character, not by the color of his skin.” I’m tired of being told that “race doesn’t matter” in the post-racial world of President Obama, when it’s all that matters in affirmative action jobs, lower college admission and graduation standards for minorities (harming them the most), government contract set-asides, tolerance for the ghetto culture of violence and fatherless children that hurts minorities more than anyone, and in the appointment of US Senators from Illinois. I think it’s very cool that we have a black president and that a black child is doing her homework at the desk where Lincoln wrote the emancipation proclamation. I just wish the black president was Condi Rice, or someone who believes more in freedom and the individual and less in an all-knowing government.

I’m tired of a news media that thinks Bush’s fundraising and inaugural expenses were obscene, but that think Obama’s, at triple the cost, were wonderful. That thinks Bush exercising daily was a waste of presidential time, but Obama exercising is a great example for the public to control weight and stress, that picked over every line of Bush’s military records, but never demanded that Kerry release his, that slammed Palin with two years as governor for being too inexperienced for VP, but touted Obama with three years as senator as potentially the best president ever.

Wonder why people are dropping their subscriptions or switching to Fox News? Get a clue. I didn’t vote for Bush in 2000, but the media and Kerry drove me to his camp in 2004.

I’m tired of being told that out of “tolerance for other cultures” we must let Saudi Arabia use our oil money to fund mosques and madrassa Islamic schools to preach hate in America, while no American group is allowed to fund a church, synagogue or religious school in Saudi Arabia to teach love and tolerance.

I’m tired of being told I must lower my living standard to fight global warming, which no one is allowed to debate. My wife and I live in a two-bedroom apartment and carpool together five miles to our jobs. We also own a three-bedroom condo where our daughter and granddaughter
live. Our carbon footprint is about 5% of Al Gore’s, and if you’re greener than Gore, you’re green enough.

I’m tired of being told that drug addicts have a disease, and I must help support and treat them, and pay for the damage they do. Did a giant germ rush out of a dark alley, grab them, and stuff white powder up their noses while they tried to fight it off? I don’t think Gay people choose to be Gay, but I damn sure think druggies chose to take drugs. And I’m tired of harassment from cool people treating me like a freak when I tell them I never tried marijuana.

I’m tired of illegal aliens being called “undocumented workers,” especially the ones who aren’t working, but are living on welfare or crime. What’s next? Calling drug dealers, “Undocumented Pharmacists”? And, no, I’m not against Hispanics. Most of them are Catholic and it’s been a few
hundred years since Catholics wanted to kill me for my religion. I’m willing to fast track for citizenship any Hispanic person who can speak English, doesn’t have a criminal record and who is self-supporting without family on welfare, or who serves honorably for three years in our military. Those are the citizens we need.

I’m tired of latte liberals and journalists, who would never wear the uniform of the Republic themselves, or let their entitlement-handicapped kids near a recruiting station, trashing our military. They and their kids can sit at home, never having to make split-second decisions under life and death circumstances, and bad mouth better people then themselves. Do bad things happen in war? You bet. Do our troops sometimes misbehave? Sure. Does this compare with the atrocities that were the policy of our enemies for the last fifty years—and still are? Not even close. So here’s the deal. I’ll let myself be subjected to all the humiliation and abuse that was heaped on terrorists at Abu Ghraib or Gitmo, and the critics can let themselves be subject to captivity by the Muslims who tortured and beheaded Daniel Pearl in Pakistan, or the Muslims
who tortured and murdered Marine Lt. Col. William Higgins in Lebanon, or the Muslims who ran the blood-spattered Al Qaeda torture rooms our troops found in Iraq, or the Muslims who cut off the heads of schoolgirls in Indonesia, because the girls were Christian. Then we’ll
compare notes. British and American soldiers are the only troops in history that civilians came to for help and handouts, instead of hiding from in fear.

I’m tired of people telling me that their party has a corner on virtue and the other party has a corner on corruption. Read the papers—bums are bi-partisan. And I’m tired of people telling me we need bi-partisanship. I live in Illinois, where the “Illinois Combine” of Democrats and Republicans has worked together harmoniously to loot the public for years. And I notice that the tax cheats in Obama’s cabinet are bi-partisan as well.

I’m tired of hearing wealthy athletes, entertainers and politicians of both parties talking about innocent mistakes, stupid mistakes or youthful mistakes, when we all know they think their only mistake was getting caught. I’m tired of people with a sense of entitlement, rich or poor.

Speaking of poor, I’m tired of hearing people with air-conditioned homes, color TVs and two cars called poor. The majority of Americans didn’t have that in 1970, but we didn’t know we were “poor.” The poverty pimps have to keep changing the definition of poor to keep the dollars flowing.

I’m real tired of people who don’t take responsibility for their lives and actions. I’m tired of hearing them blame the government, or discrimination, or big-whatever for their problems.

Yes, I’m damn tired. But I’m also glad to be 63. Because, mostly, I’m not going to get to see the world these people are making. I’m just sorry for my granddaughter.

Robert A. Hall is a Marine Vietnam veteran who served five terms in the Massachusetts state senate. He blogs at www.tartanmarine.blogspot.com

Bizkit the Sleep Walking Dog



I saw this clip on Good Morning America last week and just cracked up! I've seen my dogs reacting to their dreams, but not to this extent!

Monday, March 9, 2009

Spring Soccer Season

Soccer season started again a couple of weeks ago. This season is a bit more challenging for me - not because I play, for heaven's sake. Because in addition to Kellye returning to the Blue Dolphins, GU13 league, Laurie is also beginning her first season of soccer.

Practice has been going on now for a few weeks: Kellye on Tues/Thurs at 5:15; Laurie on Thurs at 5:45. That in itself, has been hard on Thurs with trying to get to 2 different places with conflicting start and end times.

The first games of this season were on Feb 28th. Kellye played at 12:30 and Laurie later on in the afternoon. Not too bad! The worst part of the day was the gusting, cold winds that had dead grass pieces flying through the air like snowflakes blowing in blizzard conditions. We were covered with pieces of dead grass throughout the day, from head to toe. I've still got grass-covered blankets to wash!

The second games of this season were this past Saturday, March 7th. This could have been a disaster since both Kellye and Laurie had games starting at 4:30 (and on opposite ends of the soccer complex). However, Kellye opted to skip her game and travel with Maxine and her family to San Angelo, where the newly-formed girls' select soccer team played on Saturday.

We watched the little girls play and at half-time I raced to see how the Blue Dolphins were getting along. As Laurie's game ended, we went and checked again, to find the older girls were just ending their game. It was fortunate I didn't have to try to watch both girls play at the same time! What a hike!

I haven't posted Laurie's games to my calendar yet so I'm not sure if we'll have additional dates that may be a problem. I should be happy that Kellye is still playing with Big Country Soccer (BCSA) rather than joining the select team. I just couldn't manage the traveling games right now and keep Laurie playing simultaneously!!

24 Hours in a Day

There's no getting around it - each of us have the same amount of time in any given day: 24 hours.

Somehow, it seems I never have enough hours to get the things done that I need, want, or have to do! Yes, I get sidetracked especially with 3 young granddaughters, each having their own, specific needs. Couple that with obligations, commitments, and my own needs.

I need more than 24 hours in one day!