When the kids kids start having kids

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He's almost 18 mos.



Here he is with dad (Grandma Skip's oldest grandchild)

who? me?
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Don't forget anything

Just listen

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Belay that

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We missed two!
So it turns out there were four, not three, tornadoes yesterday.
Most years there aren't have any. This year there've been at least five.
Most times when there is one, it an EF0, or maybe an EF1. One of those yesterday was an EF2.

they scrambled back again
...for now
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Posted too soon... they fell off again.

saga continues
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Aha!
The tiny heads have managed to scramble back to their normal place over to the left.

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We missed one

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It seems there may have been a third twister.
Let me reword that.
There was a third twister. They just can't call it a tornado until the National Weather Service says it was a tornado. It seem there are experts who make measurements and take data to determine if whatever did the damage is a tornado or not.
The local weather guy on TV was explaining this last evening as he showed pictures of the twister and the damage it had done, which was much more severe than what the two I mentioned yesterday.

I kinda thought we paid for the NWS to forecast the weather, not second guess the locals who actually observe it?

shows you what I know
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I wonder if Desmond Craig knows anything about this?

Normally Usually

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Most years we have already had some 90 degree days. Maybe there was one so far.

Guess what? I'm not complaining!

Winter has returned to the North State.
The high temperature predicted for the day yesterday was 58°F. What wasn't mentioned in the forecast was it would occur at 5:00am. The best it could do after that was 57°F for a few minutes at 7:00pm.
Then it rained again, too. But the big news was a little ways south of here, where the valley is wider and flatter. A couple of major storm cells raced through, producing funnel clouds and a couple of tornadoes. Here is a video from the local newscast and a slideshow of photos sent in by viewers.

It seems that every time we have any kind of severe weather, it's about ten times as bad in another part of the country within a couple of days.

scary thought

Back to that things thing

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It started here, continued here, here, here, here and here. You might expect that, with six links, we'd be halfway through.

You'd be mistaken. However, there is some hope that, by the time you read all of the following, the midway point will have been reached... or even surpassed if I don't get to 100. Now where was I?

Oh yeah, we'd been camping [sic].

(not quite) 100 things - cont'd

41 – I broke my leg. Did you know that a two person toboggan can be overloaded? That if it hits a mogul and goes airborne and comes down nose first, the party in the very front takes a heck of a beating from the three persons behind... even if they are attempting to bail. The break wasn't so bad. The torn ligaments that needed surgery and were what took so long to heal. I wore a hard cast from my hip to my toes for about 12 weeks.

42 – It was 46 years ago

43 – It was 29 years ago I joined the Lions Club in Anderson. It seems like only a short time ago.

44 – My first memories of airplanes have to do with watching hundreds of planes flying in formations flying west to east over Golden Gate Park as they returned from deployment in the Pacific at the end of WWII.



45 – No, I don't remember FDR.

46 – I am fascinated by trains, particularly steam trains, and specifically big powerful engines.



You just might have surmised this when you saw the posts from the trip to the railroad museum I took with my grandson?

47 – Fire trucks rank pretty high on the list, too, particularly ladder trucks. For about a year, my mom and I lived right behind this fire house



48 – The firemen let us climb on the trucks like this one



49 – I like quotations, too, even from folks I've never heard of before, like Elbert Hubbard ~“Genius may have its limitations, but stupidity is not thus handicapped.”

50 – Many of the people I waited upon during my working career dealing with the public did not suffer from genius.
They don't know who they are... not all of them, anyway

until next time...

Sometimes

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I have a Facebook account. This should serve as a reminder to be careful and check before clicking on the Enter key.

what?
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Third time post a charm?

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This here gives a whole new meaning to Left Behind.

I just may start thinking about becoming a vagrant vagabond.

I'll have to talk to Cecil when he gets back from Yosemite... or the EIP?

I suppose it would be best to consult Grandma Skip first?

the muse is loose
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Don't ask me why

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I am off to the dentist

Suldog understands

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Collateral images

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They were like 40 feet apart and one was calling the other.
(If you look really hard... or enlarge the image enough you can see these two over here)
It's been that way for about a week or so.

they're plump

Someone had their signals crossed.

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There was a bit of a mix-up yesterday. I'm fairly certain Harold Camping didn't do enough research.
He got as far as commencement and thought it meant the beginning of the end because it also mentioned something about joy and happiness.
In actuality the event was the graduation day at many of the colleges and universities around the country.

just another goal met
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Randomness

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Remember when "Milpitas" was the punchline to a joke?
Or, when "Alviso" meant zero or nothng?


BP posted about "Cleveland" today.
Not "Cleveland," Ohio (or the President).
But, from what I understand there's not a lot of scenery at either.
Not that there isn't anything to see.


A nephew is on his way to "Pittsburgh."


... from "Detroit."


What I'm saying is the only place the grass is greener on the other side is when you're under it.

it ain't over until after six on Midway Is.

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I think maybe I only have two four

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I'm not sure where my friend, the Brighton Pensioner, gets his blog writing assignments. Today, he posted about favorite books. To make matters even more complicated he remembers plots and characters. Then he can write a synopsis and a review. What really bothers me, though, is I know he reads about as much as me... and I can't remember any of that stuff remember very little of those details. My idea of a book report is: I like/didn't like (circle one) it. Even then that only covers part of how I feel about most of what I read. You see, there's the 80% that don't get the like/don't like... just the "meh."

But wait. There's more. [hey, it works on tv during those two minute commercials for stuff you can only order for the next fifteen minutes unless you have an As Seen On TV Store]

Just which are my maybe two four favorite books? In no particular order:

1. The Wind in the Willows (Kenneth Grahame) - It's probably the first book I ever read that took me more than one day to read and I'm pretty sure there weren't any pictures in the copy I read.
2. The Year of Decision, 1846 (Bernard Devoto) - Yes, it's nonfiction, but it's history you can sink your teeth into.
   
3. The Big Sky (A.B. Guthrie, Jr.) - My introduction to historical fiction
4. two more [yes, that's five, but for the life of me I can't find any reference to either on the interwebby thing and if I still have copies, they're buried] - more historical fiction covering the time period when Americans thought the West ended at the Mississippi River. Watership Down (Richard Adams) - I almost forgot about this one. It and The Hobbit (J.R.R. Tolkien) are pretty high on my list [so I guess it is five]
   

So there you have it, some pretty slim pickin' from a relatively long list. I've left out any biographies even though there are two I really enjoyed, Rockefeller and Carnegie.

hate giving book
reports... always have
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Why am I even posting this?

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I believe it's been mentioned I had lawn mower problems? What hasn't been mentioned is that the grass hadn't been cut since last fall. Thus, it was somewhere around knee high. That means, of course, no normal standard lawn mower would even begin to be able to handle the job... a combine harvester would be ideal, but impractical. So while the mower was at the repair shop for about three weeks, I broke out the string trimmer, cut down a goodly about of tall grass, raked it, and overfilled the the green waste recycling bin. Then when the 'trusty' mower was returned retrieved ...do you know how hard it is to get a lawn mower into the trunk of a car ...the second stage of the job was underway. The small patch of lawn at the side of the house was easy, and only about 100 square feet. The part of the lawn directly behind the garage that's shaded by the oleanders was apiece of cake, too. But then the grass isn't quite as lush at the back of the patio and into the depths of the yard where it gets lots of sunlight. Then, I ran into that spark plug connector issue and three more days of rain.
So the string trimmer is out again... so I can cut the grass short enough for the lawn mower to handle.


On the plus side, I'm more or less outdoors, except when I'm taking a break, and get to see things like the B-17 I posted a picture of over here. Yes, that's the actual plane. No, I didn't take that photograph.


I might have finished the lawn by now. But, while I was on a break, I was invited to escort Grandma Skip on a shopping trip to Costco... someone has to do the heavy lifting.
Maybe I'll be finished today?

there's always tomorrow

My 'good news'

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So BP wrote this morning about how, after ten dry days, it's raining. Here, after three days of rain, the Sun is shining.
He expounded a little further on the issues of gardening, as in raising produce for the home table. Then went on to write of the orchards where he lived as a youngster. That reminded me of a time when the Santa Clara Valley, which has since been renamed Silicon Valley, was full of orchards.


It turns out I didn't have to return the lawn mower to the repair shop. The whatsis that connects the thingamajig to the spark plug had disconnected. Once I reconnected it the mower started right up.


I have to finish mowing the grass as soon as it's dried a little. Is that good news?


Blogger has found the lost post from last Friday. They thoughfully [sic] saved it as a draft (draught?) I was tempted to stick it allow it to just show up in the original spot just as it was originally written. However, since most of that post was redone and posted yesterday, I edited it. You can find what is left of the post here. Why would anyone want to see what was written is beyond me.


I think maybe I like the banter more than the blogging. This Interwebby thing has made meeting new folks a whole lot easier. There are people from other parts of the world I'd have never met if it wasn't for bulletin boards (BBS) and blogging.

that enough for now
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What were we calling this?

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At the rate this is going, thanks to blogger hiccups and my sandbagging, it may be awhile before the list of One hundred things about about me is finally completed. It started here, continued here, here, here, and here.


30 – My first job after the Navy was at a distiller's bottling plant and distribution warehouse. It's too bad they didn't have iPods back then. I learned the difference between a number of different brands of vodka... and why we should prefer vodka over gin... if we're gonna drink, that is.

31 – I worked in the pizza business for 20 years (give or take). It's been 25 years since I worked in the pizza business. Some folks still remember me as a pizza cook.

32 – What did I do in the Navy? Mostly I trained to do stuff. I practiced things that helped create some proficiency... Oh, my job title, Radarman. I worked in the Combat Information Center (CIC). The folks who didn't understand what we did in CIC called us “scope dopes.” The sonar guys were “ping jockeys.” Anyway the CIC team I was part of must have been fairly good because we were awarded a green “E” for efficiency after scoring very high in our Operational Readiness Inspection (ORI). My shipmates and I didn't get any medals and we were underpaid, too.



33 – Uncle Sam kept me near home most of the time. Boot camp was in San Diego, then to radar school in San Francisco for about six months. I almost could have commuted from my folks. I did go home some weekends. Other weekends I went to my brother's place in Oakland... not such a great plan.

34 – I've been to the East Coast and back on the train twice. The second trip was in 1957.

35 – Now that I think about it there have taken a number of eventful train rides.

36 – One miserable rainy April night, back when I was young and single, my friend, Dennis, and I asked a younger friend, Russell, who was not yet 21, if he wanted to go have a couple of beers with us. We drove out to the Peanut Farm in Woodside. As we came through the door we told the bartender to check Russell's ID.
We left him sitting in the car for about an hour.

37 – Did I mention I was a Boy Scout?

38 – I left Cub Scouts under a cloud. It seems I thought I was doing a good deed when I retrieved another scouts's shoe from the den mother's roof. She thought otherwise and I was asked to not return.

39 – I did a lot of hiking and camping when I was younger... hiked all through the Santa Cruz Mountains in the SF Bay Area, parts of the Sierra Nevada, Trinity Alps and Siskiyou Mountains... camped throughout the Santa Cruz Mountains, Sierra Nevada, Pinnacles National Monument, Trinities, Siskiyous, Cascade Mountains and at Trinity Lake.

40 – When I say hiking and camping I am including backpacking. The most memorable trip was with my brother and dad when we spent a week in the Trinity Alps Wilderness Area (Formerly known as the Salmon-Trinity Alps Primitive Area) following the Swift Creek trail from Trinity Center (the old community before the dam was finished) in a circuit of camp sites at various points covering about 120 miles.

patience, grasshopper,
we'll get there
...someday
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Auspicious occasion

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When I saw this photo, from here, I was reminded that yesterday was the 100th running of the Bay to Breakers in San Francisco.


The Weather Service was off a little in their forecast. We had over an inch of rain from the last storm. Of course they predicted showers and it was fairly steady.


I have to go back and try to resurrect the post I originally wrote for last Friday. Well, part of it... the opening wouldn't really make any sense except on last Friday. The only hassle with rewriting it is the necessity of finding the links and photos I'd included.


Something I won't have to include on my 100 things list, if I ever finish it, is that I hate having to redo something because somebody else screwed up. I will go back and figure out where I left off and eventually post some more of the list.

obviously Blogger's
quit trying to recover
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R

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Rain.
A nice soft rain is falling. It's been like this since about 3:00am.
It doesn't bother me a bit. I can put off attempting to start the mower until things dry out.


I forgot to mention about the garage door. It went kablooey on Friday Thursday, too. It was stuck closed until Friday morning until a garage door mechanic could get out to get it all lined up again... took about fifteen minutes and two Vice-Grips.
I have to remember to lube the darn thing a couple of times a year.


I notice Blogger has created some new labels for posts. I'm sure it was unintentional, but since they will likely never be used again, I'd like to unload them.

there's other stuff I'd
like to unload, too

So my plan was screwed up by Blogger

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God made up for it.

I had three posts already set to hit the blog on consecutive days... yesterday (Friday), today (Saturday), and tomorrow (oh come on, you can figure that out). Then there was this kerfuffle at the Googleplex and things were all messed up. Well you've heard that saying about if you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans. Anyhow, my Thursday post was up. It even had comments. Then it was gone, along with every other post anyone put up on Thursday... and the comments, too. A lot of bloggers are posting about it ...now that we can. Ironically, I had posted that Wednesday, was Twilight Zone day. So anyhow, I'd written and saved the three aforementioned posts and posted the Thursday one with the ducks video. Then everything went kablooey for about twenty some hours. When it all started to come back I put up a new post, not knowing what, if anything would show up.

Then I went and picked up my lawn mower which was at the repair shop because it had become hard to start. I took a gas can with me so I could get some fuel for the mower. When I got home I found that the gas container had a leak... which was why I smelled fuel on the drive home. So I emptied what was left of the fuel into another container, which I made sure didn't leak, and started to mow the back lawn, which had really become something of an eyesore because of a lack of mowing. About halfway through the job the mower stopped. It has gone from hard to start to unable to start... yes, it has gas!!!

Wait, this is about blogs. So when I came back in I looked and saw that the duck video is back but had been dated as a second post for Wednesday. Looking further I found that the post I wrote for Friday is somewhere in the wind, along with the post for Sunday, and the post for today was just listed as scheduled. So... I wrote a new post for Friday that's nothing like the original clever one that totally avoided mentioning that it was Friday the 13th actually happening on Friday. Then I rescheduled and edited my post for today to reflect my disappointment with stuff that happens and we can only control our attitude about it. Mine's bad.

This morning Grandma Skip and I got up early to do our thing with the Lions Club. Yes, there are pictures and they'll be over on the Lions Club's blog sometime soon. That's where the make up was done. First, there were more riders on the bike ride this year than in any of the previous years. Second, it was clear and calm this morning, if not exactly balmy. Predictions have been for the possibility of rain and wind. It stayed that way all morning, with a breeze coming up after noon and clouds appearing. Third, and last, it stayed cool for the riders, never reaching the forecast 68 degrees... and it was comfortable for those working the rest and lunch stops, too. So today more than made of for Friday the thirteenth... and tomorrow I will check to see if the lawn mower will start... unless it's raining, or as the NWS says:

MOST UNSTABLE WEATHER WILL BE ON SUNDAY WHEN THE SLIGHT CHANCE OF THUNDERSTORMS COULD OCCUR ACROSS MUCH OF NORTHERN CALIFORNIA. THIS COLD WINTER-LIKE STORM WILL PUT DAYTIME HIGHS AS MUCH AS 15-25 DEGREES BELOW AVERAGE OVER THE WEEKEND. SNOW LEVELS WILL DROP AS LOW AS 2500-3000 FEET ON SUNDAY. CONTINUED COOL AND UNSETTLED WEATHER CONTINUES INTO EARLY NEXT WEEK.

or not

Yep, I went, and I got the shirt

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Grandma Skip and I are out feeding cyclists and praying it stays dry.
So I will leave you with this thought:


It's

National Dance Like A Chicken Day

why's there no national duck day?

- There was another post, for yesterday, but... well, you know what happened. This one managed to survive but was hung up in the schedule... twice

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I wonder how long

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Blogger had a hiccup.
I wonder just how long it will take for them to restore the misplaced posts.
I would rewrite them, but I forgot what I said.

...really
wasn't important anyway

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We will defer our regular monthly post

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For further clarification see the following posts here, here, here, and so on.


But, as part of a continuing series we bring you:

A Million Little Pieces (not quite) 100 things - cont'd:

[The balance of this post was rewritten and post sometime in the future. In the interest of saving space...]

actual up to number 80
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Ducks

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I can't believe I didn't create a ducks label before now.

it's never too late
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...and today is

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Twilight Zone Day

which gives another good reason to stay indoors, and, possibly, even in bed.

A look out the nearest window shows an overcast sky. Weatherbug says it's 55 degrees, and so does the NWS.

Oh, yeah... it's also

Eat What You Want Day

A shout out for the latest of those who've found their faces, tiny as they are, on the sidebar to the left. Check out his blog. Even if his wife doesn't always think it's funny appreciate it, I do.

tomorrow's Limerick Day

I really didn't want to know that.

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At a loss for something... almost anything... to post, I did a brief Internet search. Well not exactly the Internet, more like I remembered seeing a list of obscure holidays posted on another blog. What I found is that today would have been Fred Astaire's 112th birthday [with a video that's been removed by the user], and that today is:

Clean Up Your Room Day

How ironic is that?

I should definitely turn
off comments for this post
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Cool!

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That's what the weather was for Mothers Day, breezy, too. The capper was the thunder boomers that blew through early last evening and dropped about a half inch of rain... more in some places, none in others.

A brief glance at the forecast shows we may have almost ideal weather for the the big bike ride on Saturday.
A few pictures from last year show a few of the riders, and their rides, at one of the three rest stops manned by the Anderson Lions Club.









It's supposed to be about 70 degrees.

Googled Anderson Bike
Ride and a picture of
Pamela Anderson on a
Bike popped up

A scene from my neighborhood*

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*Well, if you believe what the L.A. Times says about this being near Mt. Shasta it's in my neighborhood.

Click on the image to read the related story.
BTW - those dishes co-starred with Jodie Foster in some movie.

ET, call home
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Mission Accomplished*

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...or is that finally?
Thursday afternoon Grandma Skip got a phone call from the contractor handling the ceiling repairs. The panels (tiles, squares, whatever!) had arrived from the tin ceiling manufacturer in Florida. Let me say here that, had we opted to just restore the ceiling to it's original state, it would have been finished weeks ago. The contractor could send a worker out in the morning (Friday) to complete the job.
And a fine job he did... in just under four hours

before


after


And it looks so much better with this light fixture than with the other 4 foot long fluorescent fixture.



*a tribute to "W"

Then I heard something
about the rest of the kitchen
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Observation

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I ventured out to the Post Office yesterday afternoon to pick up the mail for the Lions Club. I waited until the afternoon because I know how difficult it is to find a parking spot in the morning when the Post Office is busy. Our local office only has on-street parking, specifically eight spaces. There are others nearby if one wants to cross a busy street or park in a store's parking lot. The Post Office is on a corner so there are four parking spaces in front and four on one side.
On the side the space closest to the corner is marked as a handicapped spot. As I approached on the side street I could see the rear-most parking place was taken and there was a care in front of that. I got even closer and could see the front vehicle was actually taking up two spaces. The kicker was it had a handicapped placard. There were no spaces around the corner, in front of the Post Office, so I drove around the block and parked further down the street, walking back. There were still two vehicles taking two spaces and a vacant handicap space on the side, but now there were five vehicles in front. The rear-most car was blocking the cross walk and part of the street, not to mention that the vehicle in front would have to wait until someone else moved before it could be moved.
Not to worry... a lady came barging out of the P.O. bellowing, "THERE'S NO G.D. F@$#!*& MAIL IN THE MAILBOX," as she piled into the car and slammed the door. The driver then backed the car such that it blocked traffic on the cross street, pulled forward making an illegal U-turn, blew through a stop sign as she made a left turn, and sped off down the street. The only thing missing was a cloud of dust.

there wasn't a full Moon,
I checked
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Tuesday night we went to a Giant's game

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The Andy's Mobile Repair Giants played the Tigers at the Cottonwood Little League Park.



What?
Oh, you thought I meant those Giants.

Anyway, Gabe's team won. They're undefeated. He batted three times and walked all three times, scoring two runs. His other* grandma wants to know why he isn't into soccer

*not Grandma Skip

I want to know
why his batting
helmet is red
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Just spell his name right...

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So we started off early last weekend with a huge celebration in London all over that gave many good reason to have some optimism about the future. Then, at the almost the bitter end of the weekend, a huge announcement is made. The "most hated man in the world" had been found and eliminated by members of an elite U.S. Navy Special Warfare/Special Operations team.
The first event was so well publicized, it was hard to miss. The media did a tremendous job of covering it and didn't miss any opportunity to interview somebody with any insight to the event.
The second was a complete surprise and much of what has been heard is second hand or speculation.
We know there's no conspiracy regarding the first event. There are tons of conspiracy theories regarding the second. One I haven't seen yet is that the President saved the event for this particular weekend because he couldn't handle the idea of anyone else getting more attention than he for more than a day. The only thing that interfered with taking out Bin Laden on Saturday was the weather. As it turned out, the White House Correspondents Dinner was well covered to the President got his coverage anyway.


"I once wanted to become an atheist, but I gave up - they have no holidays."
~ Henny Youngman


I could understand the elation of the crowds in England on Friday. I'm still trying to process the reaction to Sunday's event. If I were to relate it to sports, Friday was a win, Sunday was a goal scored. Friday was like the Giants winning the World Series. Sunday was like the Sharks going up two games in the playoffs. Yes, I have a feeling of satisfaction, but there isn't anything to celebrate about. . . Yet!


"Whenever I dwell for any length of time on my own shortcomings, they gradually begin to seem mild, harmless, rather engaging little things, not at all like the staring defects in other people's characters."
~ Margaret Halsey

While I'm thinking about it.

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I was visiting another blog yesterday. [Okay, so what's new?] The subject was beards, or more specifically facial hair. When I commented, I mentioned that I'd grown a beard on three different occasions, even explaining something about the two most recent, but reserving the tale about my first attempt for this blog.
We'll just say it was a long time ago. Back then I worked for an outfit that frowned upon facial hair. Occasionally they would permit an employee to have a mustached, but it had to meet certain specifications, which, when followed to the letter, made it much easier to remain clean shaven. This outfit did allow some leeway at times if the party in charge could show that it would somehow be of benefit.
At this point I will tell you that the outfit was the U.S. Navy. The ship had been in the Far East for six months and was due to return to San Diego. We had a brand new Commanding Officer, an almost brand new Executive Officer, and there was also a new Commodore for the Division for which the ship carried the flag. These folks decided the crew needed an opportunity to lighten up. They had already arranged that there would be one less port call before we headed east for home. We would refuel and replenish while underway and any paperwork transfers would be handled at that time. We had just left our last port call and were about four weeks from home when an announcement was made that there would be a beard growing contest to commence immediately with judging to be based upon pictures of the individuals who wished to participate after we returned to San Diego. I thought, "What the heck... I can at least try." I wasn't a teenager any longer... by about three months.
The cruise back was unusual in that most times ships steamed as part of some kind of flotilla or formation. But since we had been operating individually when we separated from the Seventh Fleet, we were steaming back solo. We refueled somewhere near Okinawa and headed east past a pinnacle known as Lot's wife (Sofugan). Somehow it was arranged to rendezvous with a fleet so our only stop would be at the Naval Supply Center, Pearl Harbor. Even then it seemed like a rush, as we were only there for a few hours. Somebody was in a hurry to get home and somebody else was obliging them.
So what does this have to do with growing facial hair? It meant it was getting closer to judgment day. I don't even remember what the prize was, but I do remember that anyone who entered had paid a fee, which was, in turn, donated to Navy Relief. It was kind of a sneaky way to get donations. Then, on the last night at sea one of the guys from Ships Services was set up in the barber shop with a Polaroid camera to take pictures of the contestants. Then the photos were put on a bulletin board outside the Ships Office. The photos were available for purchase, with the proceeds of the sales also going to Navy Relief. Those members of the crew wishing to judge the best beard were allowed to purchase a ballot, with the proceeds also going to you know where.
There were other divisions in the contest, such as best mustache, longest single hair, fullest beard and some I can't remember that were judged separately.
Anyway, when the final results were in someone asked me why I didn't just make a donation instead of going through the hassle. I replied that I wanted an official photo of my beard.

Click on the image to enlarge

this is a true story
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I got this from NPR

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As expected

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We were busy this weekend. Saturday morning were down the road to Sacramento, more specifically Old Sacramento, where we met up with my grandson and his parents at the California State Railroad Museum. It seems Hugh and I have about the same interest in trains. particularly steam trains. Besides spending the day with Hugh, Catherine and Rick, the highlight of the trip south was ride along the Sacramento River on the railroad train operated by the museum. The day was perfect for it.
I will be posting images from the trip over at RM&P.

This is the first
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