Yeah, I know I've neglected this blog a little, but ... life has been a bit crazy.
I completely dropped the ball on spreading the word about the annual H.E. White ramp dinner (SORRY!), but it was great seeing so many of you there! As usual, it was EXCELLENT!! The ones during election years are always "easiest" because we have so much extra help, which is always appreciated!!
I just want to take a minute to thank you all - this blog started as a quirky little "what the heck is a blog" almost 7 years ago & I love being able to go back & read the old threads. So many of my original posters are gone now & having this little piece of them live on forever ... well, y'all know how sentimental I am. ;-)
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... to whoever brought up the sale sticker in the last thread ...
It was off a Hostess Chocolate Creme Pie (my absolute favorite). It was fluorescent orange & said 99 cents. Yeah. Ninety-nine cents. Geez. LOL
Way back then, a buck was still a buck?
And to think they let people like me vote.
This is Clay County - people like you get to vote 2 or 3 times.
I'd never sale my butt for $.99
I'd sell my butt for $.99 but I can't, I quit smoking.
And the sticker wasn't on her butt, it was on her crouch.
Close enough.
... & still, nobody offered me a dollah. Go figure.
They took one look at you and knew you were only teasing.
It's only make believe............
Ok, y'all - tomorrow's election day. Doesn't matter who you vote for, just make sure you VOTE. If ya don't vote, ya can't gripe.
Here I have spent over two months looking for the Obituary for Ms Rose and to think the buzzards were flying way to low over her way also. Good to have you off facebook and back at it Ms Rose
Not so fast there anon, this may not be our Mrs Rose, it could be her evil twin.
Rumor has it the Evil Twin & Ms. Rose are one & the same person. Believe it - or not - at your own risk. >;]
USPS is losing $25 million a day, and the Feds.or we the people are going to bail them out. And this won't be a one time fix.
Problem is according to the post master in Clay, combined sales and services does not bring in enough to cover their retirement plans.
Anytime you have a few ruling over many you have a deficit that is runaway because the few stuff their pockets at a faster rate then the many can make it available. Called Government
As of 9:00pm Lane is leading in the assessors race by about 40.
A man named Judd, running against Obama has already got 37% of the dem. votes in Wv.
Where's he at, in a Texas Federal prison pulling 17.5 years and running for President.
I luv this country.
Looks like it's Slinky, Lane and Slack in the top 3 spots, and a very poor turn out if I may say.
No real surprises in the election turn-outs ... of the 3 winners mentioned above, I can only claim responsibility for the eventual, inevitable screw-ups of 1 of them. >;]
Considering the screwing you get from the Assessor's Office, it seems that having a Peter in it would make perfect sense.
The above post is the most insightful post I have ever seen.
I think huggable loveable Pooopy should get a third term.
At CRJ.
Sorry bout that, my mouse got carried away in the above post.
LOL I wish I'd said that thing about Pete in the assessor's office. Good one! LOL
You couldn't bring yourself to saying Peter, could you?
Ah Rose, I'm sorry.
Andy published this statement on May 9th.
"County Clay looks a lot different today. Most of the campaign signs are gone. Most of the little posters have been taken down."
Not so on B-O-Mountain.
What are you sorry about? That statement is going to have classic status if the rest of the country got a hold of it.
So I guess what it all boils down to is Mrs Rose likes Peter.
She is not alone. Everybody likes Peter. He's a stand-up guy.
Rose Marie, are you pouting over what I said?
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is on Facebook.
All the news that's fit to print every 5-6 days.
He does everything the hard way.
He dont like to bend.
As I came out of the supermarket that sunny day, pushing my cart of groceries towards my car, I saw an old man with the hood of his car up and a lady sitting inside the car, with the door open.
The old man was looking at the engine. I put my groceries away in my car, and continued to watch the old gentleman from about twenty five feet away.
I saw a young man in his early twenties with a grocery bag in his arm walking towards the old man. The old gentleman saw him coming too, and took a few steps towards him.
I saw the old gentleman point to his open hood and say something. The young man put his grocery bag into what looked like a brand new Cadillac Escalade. He then turned back to the old man. I heard him yell at the old gentleman saying:
'You shouldn't even be allowed to drive a car at your age.' And then with a wave of his hand, he got in his car and peeled rubber out of the parking lot.
I saw the old gentleman pull out his handkerchief, and mop his brow as he went back to his car and again looked at the engine.
He then went to his wife and spoke with her; he appeared to tell her it would be okay. I had seen enough, and I approached the old man. He saw me coming and stood straight, and as I got near him I said, 'Looks like you're having a problem.'
He smiled sheepishly, and quietly nodded his head. I looked under the hood myself, and knew that whatever the problem was, it was beyond me. Looking around, I saw a gas station up the road, and I told the old man that I would be right back. I drove to the station and went I inside. I saw three attendants working on cars. I approached one of them, and related the problem the old man had with his car. I offered to pay them if they could follow me back down and help him.
The old man had pushed the heavy car under the shade of a tree and appeared to be comforting his wife. When he saw us he straightened up and thanked me for my help. As the mechanics diagnosed the problem (overheated engine), I spoke with the old gentleman.
When I shook hands with him earlier, he had noticed my Marine Corps ring and had commented about it, telling me that he had been a Marine too. I nodded and asked the usual question, 'What outfit did you serve with?'
He said that he served with the first Marine Division at Guadalcanal Pelieliu, and Okinawa .
He had hit three of the worst ones, and retired from the Corps after the war was over. As we talked we heard the car engine come on and saw the mechanics lower the hood. They came over to us as the old man reached for his wallet, but was stopped by me. I told him I would just put the bill on my AAA card.
He still reached for the wallet and handed me a card that I assumed had his name and address on it, and I stuck it in my pocket. We all shook hands all around again, and I said my goodbye's to his wife.
I then told the two mechanics that I would follow them back up to the station. Once at the station, I told them that they had interrupted their own jobs to come along with me and help the old man. I said I wanted to pay for the help, but they refused to charge me.
One of them pulled out a card from his pocket, looking exactly like the card the old man had given to me. Both of the men told me then that they were Marine Corps Reserves. Once again we shook hands all around and as I was leaving, one of them told me I should look at the card the old man had given to me. I said I would and drove off.
For some reason I had gone about two blocks, when I pulled over and took the card out of my pocket and looked at it for a long, long time. The name of� the old gentleman was on the card in golden leaf and under his name was written: 'Congressional Medal of Honor Society.'
I sat there motionless, looking at the card and reading it over and over. I looked up from the card and smiled to no one but myself and marveled that on this day, four Marines had all come together because one of us needed help. He was an old man all right, but it felt good to have stood next to greatness and courage, and an honor to have been in his presence.
Remember, as we approach another Memorial Day, OLD men like him gave you, and all of us, FREEDOM for America .
Thanks to those who served and still serve, and to all of those who supported them, and who continue to support them.
America is not at war. The U.S. Military is at war. America is at the Mall.
If you don't stand behind our troops, PLEASE feel free to stand in front of them!
Remember, Freedom isn't Free. Thousands have paid the price, so that you can enjoy what you have today.
LET'S DO THIS: JUST 19 WORDS:
GOD OUR FATHER, WALK THROUGH MY HOUSE AND TAKE AWAY ALL MY WORRIES; AND PLEASE WATCH OVER AND HEAL MY FAMILY; AND PLEASE PROTECT OUR FREEDOMS, AND WATCH OVER OUR TROOPS, WHO ARE DEFENDING THOSE FREEDOMS. AMEN
Each time I reread these posts I'm still trying to fathom what is a crouch?
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