Friday, November 19, 2010

My IPOD

My sweet wife gave me a 30 gig, 5th generation IPOD for my birthday about 4 years ago. It served me well until last weekend. On my way to see the Butterbean in Chattanooga, it quit. When I got home I checked it over and sure enough, it would not put out any sound. It looked like it was playing, but no sound. I called Apples technical help last Monday, Nov.15. After explaining what was happening with my IPOD, I got passed on to another and yet another help desk. On the last one, he asked me for my street address and phone number. After I gave that to him, he told me that FedEx would bring me a prepaid shipping box the next day and to carefully pack and reship my IPOD to them for inspection and repair. Sure enough, Tuesday a box was on my porch, I dropped it off to FedEx on Wednesday and today, Friday, Nov 19th, FedEx just brought me a shiny new IPOD!
Folks, THAT IS SERVICE! I've been in the servicing business for 50 years and have NEVER seen anything to beat that!
My hat is off to you Apple. If I ever need to replace my IPOD with another MP3 player, you can bet it will be an IPOD! Many Thanks

Friday, October 29, 2010

Nyquil

Sitting here. Been in this chair for 49 hours straight now. Just sipping Nyquil. Just shooting the bugs. Never knew the bugs were there. All this time. Hmmmm. Nyquil makes your vision better. Smoke is getting a little thick in here. Turn the fan back on. There's two more bugs. Gone now. Kinda glad I ran out of the .38's. Went to using .22's. Quieter. Quieter is good. Get another handkerchief for the snot. Another round of Nyquil, while I'm up. Two more bugs on the way to the fridge. Neat, the way the bullet holes in the floor and walls heal and close up. Hmmmm. Rinse my mouth out with a little orange juice. Reload. CCI's are much better on the bugs than the Federals. I think when I get over my cold, I will start a Nyquil delivery service. Dang, took three shots for that one. I am surely not the only who has noticed. No place to get the good stuff after midnite. Too far to Humboldt. Reload. Think I'll play with the auto a while. Revolver has to be. Reloaded too often. Brrrr. Hate I hit the window while ago. Need duct tape. Need ear plugs. Need more Nyquil. Need a shirt with sleeves. Need more sleep. Yep, auto works better. Except for the hulls it throws. Out! All over the floor.Bugs can hide in the empty hulls. Rats. Back to the revolver. Neater. Dump empty hulls in garbage. No hide out for bugs. Nother round for me. Getting a little sleepy. Can't sleep in here with all. These bugs. Think I'll go out and sleep in the truck. Bugs can't get in the truck. Can they? I'll carry my Nyquil and gun and a couple. Boxes of bullets wiff me. Just in case. Nite All. Bad thing to have a cold, croup, flu, distemper whatever and just run outta sleep. Imagination keeps on going.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Obama's Healthcare

Simply said, When the Senate AND the House BOTH agree to live with the same healthcare AND the same social security that I live with, THEN AND ONLY THEN WILL I GIVE A PINCH OF ANYTHING ABOUT THE OBAMA PLAN!!!

Sunday, January 31, 2010

How to RUIN a Monkey in 1 Easy Lesson!


Well, I haven't Blogged anything for a while. I was telling a true story on 80 meters last night that seemed like it would make a pretty interesting blog for ya to read.
This story is unfortunately true. It all began back in 1969 or 1968. I was a young lad, avid Hot Rodder and beer drinker extraordinaire.
I ran around with some boys from an adjoining town, Greenwood MS, to be precise. One of these boys had a garage in his back yard where we would congregate to work on cars, drink beer and pontificate on the mysteries of life. Well, this particular boy, I can't remember his name to save my life, had a pet monkey, named Clyde. This wasn't a little bitty monkey. Clyde stood about 18" to 24" tall. He was a good monkey. He would hand you tools when you were working on a car and drink beer along with the rest of us.
Well, at that time of my life, I had an old Drag Chute off one of my race cars. It was orange in color and about 6 feet in diameter. We were sitting around one night, drinking beer, pontificating and so forth, as teenage boys will do, and decided that it would be a good thing to hook up the drag chute to Clyde's harness and drop him off the Fire Tower, located just East of Greenwood.
We did discuss this with Clyde, and he was in agreement (he'd had his ration of beer too)! So, we got busy and hooked up the drag chute to Clyde's harness. We then proceeded to the fire tower and climbed about 100 feet of stairs.
It was a calm night, no wind at all. A balmy July night in the Mississippi Delta. The crickets and locusts were singing and there was nothing but clear, warm weather.
We opened the windows, they were hinged at the top, and looked out all 4 sides for the best trajectory. We picked the least obstructed direction and then heaved Clyde and the chute out the window! One person threw Clyde and another held onto the chute until the slack came out of the lines.
It was a perfect drop, by skydiving standards, but somewhere along the line, Clyde sobered up! I remember to this day the HORRIBLE MONKEY SCREAMS that poor Clyde let out on his way down.
We all ran down the stairs to recover Clyde, but alas, he wouldn't let any of us within grabbing distance. He was still screaming, spitting and biting. He was still hooked up to the chute, so we finally grabbed the chute and wrapped him up in it. We carried him home, all wrapped up, and carefully put him back into his cage.
From that day forth, as far as I know, Clyde never would get out of his cage. When you even approached the cage, he would bare his teeth, they were sharp, believe me, and start screaming and trying to attack. Horrible, I am here to tell you.
The point of this blog is to warn you, NEVER, no matter how good the idea sounds, do anything like this to a poor, unsuspecting monkey friend! You are liable to lose a helpful, loving, beer drinking buddy, EVEN IF HE DOES AGREE AT THE ONSET, very quickly!

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Butterbean Pix



Went to Chattanooga Sunday thru Tuesday. Had me some much needed Bean time. Had a wunnerful time, here's a couple of pix.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Christmas '09



Well Christmas day, 2009 has come and gone for another year. It has been a fast and hectic year for many, if not all. For most of you, now you will only wait a week and wish the New Year in. Not me! I still have another Christmas to go! I am headed for Choo choo town tomorrow to get me a couple of days of Butterbean time in before the new year. I'm going to bounce my newest Grandboy, Steven Nolan Bayles AKA "The Butterbean" on my knee for a while. Can't wait. See yall later.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Read and Weep!

PLEASE - Everyone needs to read this if they VOTE!
Although this is political, it is totally bipartisan so I believe each of us should read it. Over the last 100 years both democrats and republicans have ruled, yet look at the fix we are in. Please consider how each voter can help. It isn't a matter of party, but rather principle and ethics.
We need to vote out all 536 and start all over. This email should be passed on all over the USA . Elections start next year, let us get them out!
536 vs 300,000,000
EVERY CITIZEN NEEDS TO READ THIS AND THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS JOURNALIST HAS SCRIPTED IN THIS MESSAGE. READ IT AND THEN REALLY THINK ABOUT OUR CURRENT POLITICAL DEBACLE.
Charley Reese has been a journalist for 49 years.
536 PEOPLE
By Charlie Reese
Politicians are the only people in the world who create problems and then campaign against them.
Have you ever wondered, if both the Democrats and the Republicans are against deficits, WHY do we have deficits?
Have you ever wondered, if all the politicians are against inflation and high taxes, WHY do we have inflation and high taxes?
You and I don't propose a federal budget. The president does.
You and I don't have the Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations. The House of Representatives does.
You and I don't write the tax code, Congress does.
You and I don't set fiscal policy, Congress does.
You and I don't control monetary policy, the Federal Reserve Bank does.
One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one president equates to 536 human beings out of the 300 million who are directly, legally, morally, and individually responsible for the domestic problems that plague this country.
I excluded the members of the Federal Reserve Board because that problem was created by the Congress. In 1913, Congress delegated its Constitutional duty to provide a sound currency to a federally chartered, but private, central bank.
I excluded all the special interests and lobbyists for a sound reason.. They have no legal authority. They have no ability to coerce a senator, a congressman, or a president to do one cotton-picking thing. I don't care if they offer a politician $1 million dollars in cash. The politician has the power to accept or reject it. No matter what the lobbyist promises, it is the legislator's responsibility to determine how he votes.
Those 536 human beings spend much of their energy convincing you that what they did is not their fault. They cooperate in this common con regardless of party.
What separates a politician from a normal human being is an excessive amount of gall. No normal human being would have the gall of a Speaker, who stood up and criticized the President for creating deficits. The president can only propose a budget. He cannot force the Congress to accept it.
The Constitution, which is the supreme law of the land, gives sole responsibility to the House of Representatives for originating and approving appropriations and taxes. Who is the speaker of the House? Nancy Pelosi. She is the leader of the majority party. She and fellow House members, not the president, can approve any budget they want. If the president vetoes it, they can pass it over his veto if they agree to.
It seems inconceivable to me that a nation of 300 million can not replace 536 people who stand convicted -- by present facts -- of incompetence and irresponsibility. I can't think of a single domestic problem that is not traceable directly to those 536 people. When you fully grasp the plain truth that 545 people exercise the power of the federal government, then it must follow that what exists is what they want to exist.
If the tax code is unfair, it's because they want it unfair.
If the budget is in the red, it's because they want it in the red ..
If the Army & Marines are in IRAQ , it's because they want them in IRAQ
If they do not receive social security but are on an elite retirement plan not available to the people, it's because they want it that way.
There are no insoluble government problems.
Do not let these 536 people shift the blame to bureaucrats, whom they hire and whose jobs they can abolish; to lobbyists, whose gifts and advice they can reject; to regulators, to whom they give the power to regulate and from whom they can take this power. Above all, do not let them con you into the belief that there exists disembodied mystical forces like "the economy," "inflation," or "politics" that prevent them from doing what they take an oath to do.
Those 536 people, and they alone, are responsible.
They, and they alone, have the power.
They, and they alone, should be held accountable by the people who are their bosses.
Provided the voters have the gumption to manage their own employees.
We should vote all of them out of office and clean up their mess!
Charlie Reese is a former columnist of the Orlando Sentinel Newspaper.
This might be funny if it weren't so darned true.
Be sure to read all the way to the end:
Tax his land,
Tax his bed,
Tax the table
At which he's fed.
Tax his tractor,
Tax his mule,
Teach him taxes
Are the rule.
Tax his work,
Tax his pay,
He works for peanuts
Anyway!
Tax his cow,
Tax his goat,
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat.
Tax his ties,
Tax his shirt,
Tax his work,
Tax his dirt.
Tax his tobacco,
Tax his drink,
Tax him if he
Tries to think.
Tax his cigars,
Tax his beers,
If he cries
Tax his tears.
Tax his car,
Tax his gas,
Find other ways
To tax his ---.
Tax all he has
Then let him know
That you won't be done
Till he has no dough.
When he screams and hollers;
Then tax him some more,
Tax him till
He's good and sore.
Then tax his coffin,
Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in
Which he's laid.
Put these words
Upon his tomb,
Taxes drove me
to my doom...'
When he's gone,
Do not relax,
Its time to apply
The inheritance tax.
Accounts Receivable Tax
Building Permit Tax
CDL license Tax
Cigarette Tax
Corporate Income Tax
Dog License Tax
Excise Taxes
Federal Income Tax
Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA)
Fishing License Tax
Food License Tax
Fuel Permit Tax
Gasoline Tax (currently 44.75 cents per gallon)
Gross Receipts Tax
Hunting License Tax
Inheritance Tax
Inventory Tax
IRS Interest Charges IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax)
Liquor Tax
Luxury Taxes
Marriage License Tax
Medicare Tax
Personal Property Tax
Property Tax
Real Estate Tax
Service Charge Tax
Social Security Tax
Road Usage Tax
Sales Tax
Recreational Vehicle Tax
School Tax
State Income Tax
State Unemployment Tax (SUTA)
Telephone Federal Excise Tax
Telephone Federal Universal Ser vice FeeTax
Telephone Federal, State and Local Surcharge Taxes
Telephone Minimum Usage Surcharge=2 0Tax
Telephone Recurring and Non-recurring Charges Tax
Telephone State and Local Tax
Telephone Usage Charge Tax
Utility Taxes
Vehicle License Registration Tax
Vehicle Sales Tax
Watercraft Registration Tax
Well Permit Tax
Workers Compensation Tax

STILL THINK THIS IS FUNNY? Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago, and our nation was the most prosperous in the world. We had absolutely no national debt, had the largest middle class in the world, and Mom stayed home to raise the kids.
What has happened? Can you spell 'politicians?'
And I still have to 'press 1' for English!?