Tuesday, November 30, 2010

just sayin'

Well, I decided I don't like rum. I bought a bottle of Dark Rum and tried it last night. I will offer it to my nephew who likes rum. To me it tastes like medicine. So it will go from my shelf. That is if he ever comes over. I haven't seen him for ages and I did suggest that it was time for Cassie's litter to be changed.

Brandon is coming over tomorrow morning to fix the linoleum in the kitchen. Miles chewed it up last June. Brandon has been busy and he has done some other things but this has been on his list for quite awhile. That means I have to get dressed before he comes over. Jeesh.

I got my hairscut this morning so I look as good as an old bald man can. I always enjoy my time at His n' Hers. They do good work. While I was there I picked up an Iowa State Daily and read it. I discovered that the Daily has a column called Just Sayin' where students write in with a short sentence or two. It was fun to read but I figured I had better post on hear that my "just sayin'" did not come from the Daily.

HyVee has some hamburgers which they call Filet Mignon burgers. I had one this evening for supper and it was really good. I fry it in butter and then I took two slices of Italian Bread and made a grilled hamburger by buttering the bread and toasting it. I used to get these at Frango's restaurant on Main Street.

Thanks for stopping by. Hugs, j

Quote for today

The central goal of WikiLeaks is to prevent the world's most powerful factions -- including the sprawling, imperial U.S. Government -- from continuing to operate in the dark and without restraints. Most of the institutions which are supposed to perform that function -- beginning with the U.S. Congress and the American media -- not only fail to do so, but are active participants in maintaining the veil of secrecy. WikiLeaks, whatever its flaws, is one of the very few entities shining a vitally needed light on all of this. It's hardly surprising, then, that those factions -- and their hordes of spokespeople, followers and enablers -- see WikiLeaks as a force for evil. That's evidence of how much good they are doing.

From here

Glenn Greenwold writing in Salon.

It seems to me that if folks (our government) had been acting honorably in the first place WikiLeaks would not have had anything to report on anyway.

Peculiar Animals - Check out the last one

Our planet is populated with plenty of bizarre and astonishing creatures without the need for resorting to fiction. Some are rare and some are on the verge of extinction. Here are some of the most peculiar creatures known to mankind.

Angora Rabbit



Komondor Dog

Pink Fairy Armadillo

Pygmy Marmoset


Star-nosed Mole

Sucker-footed Bat

Sun Bear


White-faced Saki Monkey

Yeti Crab

Right-Winged Ding Bat
h/t - Bill

Sunday, November 28, 2010

just sayin'

Beautiful sky tonight as I left Borders after spending my coupon, Then it was off to the grocery store where I made my more mundane purchases and then got a bottle of Dark Rum from the same folks over at Swisher who make Iowa Bourbon. I don't usually drink Rum and am not sure about it. I used to drink Rum and coke. Not sure how to drink it. Any suggestions. I can drink most things straight.

Other than that I have been a Lethargarian (The Lethargarians, small creatures who live in the Doldrums, who nap a lot.) today. If you are interested these folks can be found in Norton Juster's The Phantom Tollbooth.

I actually have been doing that for four days and you know, it was a blessing. I had forgotten what it was like not to have to go somewhere or be somewhere. I have read, napped and enjoyed the animals.

I also discovered Mediacom On Demand and watched some movies I had missed. Avatar, That Old Feeling, Cirque de' Freak...(one I had never heard of) and there are more. I also watched Bed Time Story on Starz. I was going to go see Cher's new movie but I read so many poor reviews I will wait til it comes out on Netflix. Oh yeah, I also watched Disney's Oceans and I read.

Wonderful Thanksgiving week-end. Self-indulging and lethargic. Thanks for stopping by. Hugs,

A tribute to Bill Mauldin.

Ed Johnson sent me this and since it brought tears to my eyes I thought that it
should bring tears to yours also.

Get out your history books and
open them to the chapter on World War II. Today's lesson will cover
a little known but very important hero of whom very little was ever
really known. Here is another important piece of lost US history,
which is a true example of our American Spirit.

Makes ya proud to put this stamp on your envelopes........

Bill Mauldin stamp honors grunt's hero. The post office gets
a lot of criticism. Always has, always will. And with the
renewed push to get rid of Saturday mail delivery, expect complaints to intensify.
But the United States Postal Service deserves a standing ovation
for something that happened last month: Bill Mauldin got
his own postage stamp.
Mauldin died at age 81 in the early days of 2003. The end of his
life had been rugged. He had been scalded in a bathtub, which
led to terrible injuries and infections; Alzheimer's disease
was inflicting its cruelties. Unable to care for himself after
the scalding, he became a resident of a California nursing home,
his health and spirits in rapid decline

He was not forgotten, though. Mauldin, and his work, meant
so much to the millions of Americans who fought in World War II, and
to those who had waited for them to come home. He was a kid cartoonist
for Stars and Stripes, the military newspaper; Mauldin's drawings
of his muddy, exhausted, whisker-stubbled infantrymen Willie and Joe
were the voice of truth about what it was like on the front lines.
Mauldin was an enlisted man just like the soldiers he drew for;
his gripes were their gripes, his laughs their laughs, his heartaches
their heartaches. He was one of them. They loved him.

He never held back. Sometimes, when his cartoons cut too close
for comfort, superior officers tried to tone him down. In one
memorable incident, he enraged Gen. George S. Patton, who informed
Mauldin he wanted the pointed cartoons celebrating the fighting men,
lampooning the high-ranking officers to stop. Now!

"I'm beginning to feel like a fugitive from the' law of averages."
The news passed from soldier to soldier. How was
Sgt. Bill Mauldin going to stand up to Gen. Patton? It seemed impossible.

Not quite. Mauldin, it turned out, had an ardent fan:
Five-star Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower, supreme commander of the
Allied forces in Europe . Ike put out the word: Mauldin draws what
Mauldin wants. Mauldin won. Patton lost.

If, in your line of work, you've ever considered yourself
a young hotshot, or if you've ever known anyone who has felt
that way about him or herself, the story of Mauldin's young
manhood will humble you. Here is what, by the time he was
23 years old, Mauldin accomplished:

"By the way, wot wuz them changes you wuz
Gonna make when you took over last month, sir?"
He won the Pulitzer Prize, was featured on the cover of
Time magazine. His book "Up Front" was the
No. 1 best-seller in the United States .

All of that at 23. Yet, when he returned to civilian life
and grew older, he never lost that boyish Mauldin grin,
never outgrew his excitement about doing his job, never
big-shotted or high-hatted the people with whom he worked every day.

I was lucky enough to be one of them. Mauldin
roamed the hallways of the Chicago Sun-Times in the
late 1960s and early 1970s with no more officiousness
or air of haughtiness than if he was a copyboy.
That impish look on his face remained.
He had achieved so much. He won a second Pulitzer Prize,
and he should have won a third for what may be the single greatest
editorial cartoon in the history of the craft: his deadline rendering,
on the day President John F. Kennedy was assassinated,
of the statue at the Lincoln Memorial slumped in grief,
its head cradled in its hands. But he never acted as if he was
better than the people he met. He was still Mauldin, the enlisted man.

During the late summer of 2002, as Mauldin lay in that
California nursing home, some of the old World War II infantry guys
caught wind of it. They didn't want Mauldin to go out that way.
They thought he should know he was still their hero.

"This is the' town my pappy told me about."
Gordon Dillow, a columnist for the Orange County Register,
put out the call in Southern California for people in the area to
send their best wishes to Mauldin. I joined Dillow in the effort,
helping to spread the appeal nationally, so Bill would not feel so alone.
Soon, more than 10,000 cards and letters had arrived at Mauldin's bedside.

Better than that, old soldiers began to show up just to sit with Mauldin,
to let him know that they were there for him, as he, so long ago,
had been there for them. So many volunteered to visit Bill that
there was a waiting list. Here is how Todd DePastino,
in the first paragraph of his wonderful biography of Mauldin, described it:
"Almost every day in the summer and fall of 2002 they came to
Park Superior nursing home in Newport Beach, California,
to honor Army Sergeant, Technician Third Grade, Bill Mauldin.
They came bearing relics of their youth: medals, insignia,
photographs, and carefully folded newspaper clippings.
Some wore old garrison caps. Others arrived resplendent
in uniforms over a half century old. Almost all of them wept
as they filed down the corridor like pilgrims fulfilling some
long-neglected obligation."

One of the veterans explained to me why it was so important:
"You would have to be part of a combat infantry unit to appreciate
what moments of relief Bill gave us. You had to be reading a soaking
wet Stars and Stripes in a water-filled foxhole and then see one of his cartoons."

"Th' hell this ain't th' most important hole in the world. I'm in it."
Mauldin is buried in Arlington National Cemetery. Last month,
the kid cartoonist made it onto a first-class postage stamp.
It's an honor that most generals and admirals never receive.

What Mauldin would have loved most, I believe, is the sight of the
two guys who keep him company on that stamp.
Take a look at it.
There's Willie. There's Joe.
And there, to the side, drawing them and smiling that shy,
quietly observant smile, is Mauldin himself. With his buddies,
right where he belongs. Forever.

What a story, and a fitting tribute to a man and to a time that
few of us can still remember. But I say to you youngsters,
you must most seriously learn of and remember with respect
the sufferings and sacrifices of your fathers, grand fathers and
great grandfathers in times you cannot ever imagine today with all you have. But the only reason you are free to have it all is because of them.
I thought you would all enjoy reading and seeing this bit of American history!

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Chicago by Bob Kelly

Friend Bob just sent me a link to his movie he made from pictures he took from a recent trip to Chicago. Enjoy!

You can see his Web Album here.

Do you know your rights?

My Blogfriend Dianne was questioned by the police in her home for taking pictures of a watertower. She did some research about her rights as a photographer and the results are on her photography blog. If you are in the habit of taking pictures you may want to know your rights.

Dawn Variations by Bob Kelly

Saturday morning, November 27, I woke up early and since I was up, I chose to go out and photograph the sunrise (hoping there would be one worth shooting!). The first shot was a bit disappointing as it was nothing more than a narrow band of light orange color with a thick cloud bank on top of it. I waited a bit, and when I looked again, the bottom of the cloud bank had reddish tinges along its lower edge.

That was an indicator that a fireball sun was about to pop up. I waited a bit more and I saw just the tip of the fiery sphere, and I quickly rushed a mile or so down the gravel road to incorporate a windmill into the shot as more of the sun peeked over the horizon.
I then went down the road some more, and by the time I saw a silo and a grain bin that I wanted to be in the shot, the full sun was out, and peeking out from behind a grove of trees. In a period of eleven minutes I had captured four variations of the morning sunrise, and it was a wrap.
By then I had earned some breakfast so I hit McD's and continued shooting some other landscapes I had on my agenda. So far this season we have not had any snow on the ground to drastically alter the contrast of sunrise or sunsets, or landscape images, but fear not....it will be here soon!

Tom Vilsack - Anti Bully Message

Friday, November 26, 2010


Scott, Tom and Emily and I had lunch at Black Market Pizza. They helped me move a piece of furniture up from Des Moines to my home. It was really great to see them and have a chance to visit. I can't believe how tall Emily has gotten. The kids are now at an age where you can enjoy a conversation with them. I think it has something to do with them being able to look you in the eye. I found out today that Scott and I have something in common. He loves to take pictures also. He showed me some great photos that he carries on his phone. Now we have to get him to become a blogger so that he can share his wonderful photos with the world. Or else he can send a bunch of them to me like my friend Bob does and I can publish them.

BTW Bob, you haven't sent me anything lately.

Tonight is going to be a Netflix night. I have a movie to watch. Everything else on TV seems to be a re-run. Of course I do have a couple of things saved on the DVR. Have a great week-end everybody. Hugs. j

Found For Friday (Short Version)

A woman went to a pet shop and immediately spotted a large, beautiful parrot. There was a sign on the cage that said $50.00, which seemed awfully cheap.

"Why so cheap," she asked the pet store owner.

The owner looked at her seriously and said, "Look, I should tell you first that this bird used to live in a house of Prostitution and sometimes it says some pretty vulgar stuff."

The woman thought about this, but decided she had to have the bird anyway. She took it home and hung the bird's cage up in her living room and waited for it to say something. The bird looked around the room, it looked at her, and then said, "New house, new madam."

The woman was a bit shocked at the implication, but then found it kind of amusing.

When her 2 teenage daughters returned from school, the bird saw them enter and said, "New house, new madam, new girls."

The girls and the woman were a bit offended but then began to laugh about the situation considering how and where the parrot had been raised.

Moments later, the woman's husband came home from work.

The bird looked at him and said, "Hi, Keith!"

Redneck Yard Swing


Redneck Cooler


Redneck Cellar

Redneck Garden

Redneck Limo


Redneck Mailbox

Redneck Time Out

Redneck Weenie Roast

Redneck Wheelchair


A Redneck Thanksgiving
(if Norman Rockwell were a Redneck)


A Redneck Christmas Sleigh...