Be aware that the politicians and the liberal media are
lying to you by word exchange. Here is the current list of current word
changes by these weasels:
I just wanted to thank Columbia River Knife and Tool. They had sent me a free replacement for a sturdy neck chain that came with my "Bear Claw" knife I had bought from them some years ago before they were nearly as popular as they are now. I had contacted them by email explaining how I had finally lost the chain and did they still have them(?). They sent me a brand new one, free of charge.
Blood pressure still dropping after quitting Taco Bell and any other fast food. I may have reached a plateau at this point. Dropped ten lbs to 195 as a nice side-effect. Here it is:
After five days without Taco Bell for lunch and sometimes dinner, my blood pressure has dropped 13 points in systolic pressure and 2 points in diastolic pressure. Relaxation phase (diastolic) is obviously going to be more challenging, over time to improve upon.
After several months of 10 hour days in a health-care office and living on Taco Bell "fast food" I noticed that my blood pressure is the highest it has ever been. I decided to see if and how far I could bring it down, starting today. Beginning tactics:
Quit Fast Food
Eat Sardines in Olive Oil
Jog or run more often at 25 minutes per session.
Jog at least 3 times per week.
Avoid red meat
If this has no effect I will further cut calories and increase exercise time and intensity.
It's been a few weeks since I returned from my trip to the parent's farm in Pennsylvania and I've been a little pissed-off since, due to my being informed that my Dad is planning to sell the place. This means that we will have no farm property to go visit any more. I thought families handed down their properties? I suppose that is so 20th century of me. Or my brother will get it. They always liked him better and he got everything handed to him-talk about a charmed existence!
It will be a disappointing end to what had always been a hope of mine to eventually be a part of the "country place". I had been born too early to enjoy the farm, having turned 18 and left home before it had even been built. This was back in the days when kids actually left home at 18 and it was an embarrassment to end up back at home living with your parents after college.
I tried to return a few times to work in the family business when I was older, but it just never worked out. They were fixated on the yard work, not building a legacy. They wanted farm hands. I was educated, so it was always an insult to be stuck in the yard doing work I could have skipped college to do. Regardless I always thought the farm would somehow be handed down when my parents passed on, but I guess that fantasy was unrealistic, at best.
This is probably the beginning of my Father's plan to eventually disown me altogether. With his being a Stepfather originally, I think my Mom was our only tie and since she passed away, he really doesn't owe me. I guess it will be no surprise, just a disappointment.
What makes this so wrong in my head is that we were here already when I was 6 years old. Dad had moved us to the area from Minneapolis and I had immediately fit right in with all the country-kids. Then, after less than a year and right after I had made several local friends, we then moved to the Philadelphia suburbs, which I totally hated. They then proceeded to go out and adopt another child seven years later and then moved back to the same neighborhood with big bucks and bought a farm, which the new kid then got to grow up on. He even got a full-time job which involved, you guessed it, working on the farm his whole life, so he never even had to go to college or anything!!!
So next time you feel like you've been left out of something, just take a look at what I got left out of. That should make you feel better.
The Jewel in the Crown
"Trying to fit in"- early 1980's.........
"You missed a spot boy."
After 4 Years of College- Kurt, painting 2 1/2 miles of fence: 1984
My adopted brother on the other hand, will get this nice little 40 acre plot, apparently just for showing up late and missing out on the poverty. The older son in this case gets just a case of beer. Bend over and get ready for the screw-job of the century!
40 acres - My adopted brother's latest gift just for showing up.....
One way to get a legacy-mow a lot of grass, kiss a lot of ass...
I ventured "home" to Pennsylvania for the third time in a year recently to take part in spreading my Mother's ashes on the "estate" - farm property they have inhabited since the early 1980's. I've always considered it home, although I only got to live there for a five year stretch after it was first built. My Dad left home in the Upper Midwest with $50.00 in his pocket in the mid-1960's and eventually bought this place after two decades in the insurance business. Either he was pretty good at it, it was a great era for business, or both. I tried to move back to the area two or three times through the years, but my parents never were very supportive of such a move and it always ended in frustration. This particular visit, my Dad was in such a bad mood and was so nasty, that I don't think it bodes well for future visits, if I ever get invited again. So much for fantasies of getting some land in my old age. I think it may finally be the end of the line for my little country vacations. Still I've always been fond of the farm, which my Dad intends to sell soon. Here are some pictures of a country place with great privacy:
I got my first smartphone a few weeks ago, after losing my 3 year-old LG Lotus (awesome phone).
This is the Sprint Express:
Not a bad looking phone, but poor battery life and constant dropped calls soured the experience for me. Here it is after I slam dunked it into the concrete this morning after the third dropped call in 5 minutes:
Dammit! I lost my temper and killed my smartphone!
I ruptured my right eardrum back around 1986 while I was down about 60 feet deep in a freshwater quarry during scuba diving training in PA. This put an abrupt end to my hopes of becoming a dive master unfortunately.
Actually I never did get an official diagnosis from a doctor, lacking any medical insurance at the time, having been fairly broke since college graduation about three year's earlier. All I remember is that I felt a sharp pain in my right ear and then blood was flowing out of it and I then became somewhat - though not completely - deaf in that ear.
The bleeding eventually stopped, but my hearing came back about 50% and remained about that level in the years that followed. Years became decades. A few weeks ago I became completely deaf in that same ear, drastically affecting my daily life. I got sick of saying "what?" all the time, so I went to a FNP (family nurse practitioner) during a visit to my adopted home town of Nashville, TN recently on unrelated business.
I had originally stopped by an M.D. office in the same strip mall, but judging from the opulence of the waiting room itself and the attitude of the receptionist, they obviously were so dependent on insurance that I immediately got the sense I was about to incur a huge doctor bill if I were to go through the whole nine yards of bullshit they were about to hand me in the way of exams, tests, MRI's and the like. I said thanks, but no-thanks and cruised one door down to a FNP's office, with which I had no previous experience, but had heard good things about.
It was called the Xai Family Medical Clinic". A paper sign on the door read, "walk-ins welcome". I had a feeling this was the right place for affordable care! A slightly built Asian man was the only one on duty. He was the nurse!
I informed him of my lack of insurance and he said, "no problem. We charge $65.00. How is that?" I said that would be fine. He then had me fill out a short one-page health history and promptly brought me back to the examination room. He gave me a short bio of his resume. It turns out that he had worked all over the world and had ten year's experience as a nurse! This made me feel better.
He also said that he had some experience working on ears. Good enough for me. Anything beats myself sticking a tweezers in my ear in the bathroom mirror, trying to pull out whatever it was that had been blocking my ear canal for a good two decades plus!
He then brought out a big plastic syringe, a jug of water and a curved plate for me to hold under my ear. This should be interesting.....
He told me that "this will probably hurt". I said, "okay fine". He then inserted the narrow tip of the syringe into my ear and proceeded to irrigate it with a fair amount of water pressure until it spilled out of my ear and into the curved plate, along with some small red chunks. "Blood clots" he said. Yes, it did hurt, a lot, but I was ready to go for broke at this point. I was glad at least, to see something come out of my ear.
After about four more irrigations he had managed to dislodge a number of chunks of debris from inside my ear canal. He said that the rest was in too deep and needed to be softened up first before I would be able to make more progress. He then prescribed this over the counter product and said that I would probably need to treat with it three days in a row before I completely cleaned the ear canal.
Needless to say, this stuff worked like a charm! I picked some up at Walgreens and treated it again the next day, excited that the FNP had actually found something in my ear. I put the drops in and laid on my side on the couch for about 20 minutes. I could feel the stuff bubbling deep inside my ear. I then got up and used the provided rubber syringe over the sink to force a jet of water deep inside my ear canal. I was encouraged when several large red chunks washed out of my ear. After a while nothing further came out, so I put things on hold until the next night.
Night number two was discouraging because I only managed to dislodge some small chunks-nothing major. I still had no hearing in that ear. Perhaps I should use 15 drops instead of the recommended 10 drops of Debrox? I also made a mental note to use hot water next time for the irrigation process.
Night number three came and I anxiously applied 15 drops of Debrox to my sore ear canal and laid down for 30 minutes this time. Then I went to the sink where I drew very warm-almost hot water from the faucet and sucked it up with the syringe. I stuck the tip deep in my ear canal and squeezed- pretty hard. The hot water rushed into my ear, but it hurt so good, because several large chunks came out of my ear and suddenly......I could hear, clear as a bell too, for the first time since 1986.
A TEACHER FROM THE GREAT STATE OF MISSOURI MAY LOSE HER JOB FOR STANDING UP FOR ALL OF US.
Give
this teacher, a true American, a standing ovation. This 4th grade
teacher has said it all, and she was brave enough to attach her name to it.
The White House 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue Washington , DC 20500
Mr. Obama:
I
have had it with you and your administration, sir. Your conduct on your
recent trip overseas has convinced me that you are not an adequate
representative of the United States of America collectively or of me personally
You
are so obsessed with appeasing the Europeans and the Muslim world that
you have abdicated the responsibilities of the President of the United States of America. You are responsible to the citizens of the United States. You are not responsible to the peoples of any other country on earth.
I personally resent that you go around the world apologizing for the United States
telling Europeans that we are arrogant and do not care about their
status in the world. Sir, what do you think the First World War and the
Second World War were all about if not the consideration of the peoples
of Europe? Are you brain dead? What do
you think the Marshall Plan was all about? Do you not understand or know
the history of the 20th century?
Where do you get off telling a Muslim country that the United States does not consider itself a Christian country? Have you not read the Declaration of Independence or the Constitution of the United States?
This country was founded on Judeo-Christian ethics and the principles
governing this country, at least until you came along, come directly
from this heritage. Do you not understand this?
Your bowing to the king of Saudi Arabia is an affront to all Americans. Our President does not bow down to anyone, let alone the king of Saudi Arabia. You didn't show Great Britain, our best and one of our oldest allies, the respect they deserve yet you bow down to the king of Saudi Arabia. How dare you, sir?! How dare you?!
You
can't find the time to visit the graves of our greatest generation
because you don't want to offend the Germans but make time to visit a
mosque in Turkey.
You offended our dead and every veteran when you give the Germans more
respect than the people who saved the German people from themselves.
What's the matter with you? I am convinced that you and the members of
your administration have the historical and intellectual depth of a mud
puddle and should be ashamed of yourselves, all of you. You are so
self-righteously offended by the big bankers and the American automobile
manufacturers yet do nothing about the real thieves in this situation,
Mr. Dodd, Mr. Frank, Franklin Raines, Jamie Gorelic, the Fannie Mae
bonuses, and the Freddie Mac bonuses. What do you intend to do about
them? Anything? I seriously doubt it.
What about the U.S. House
members passing out $9.1 million in bonuses to their staff members on
top of the $2.5 million in automatic pay raises that lawmakers gave
themselves? I understand the average House aide got a 17% bonus. I took a
5% cut in my pay to save jobs with my employer. You haven't said
anything about that. Who authorized that? I surely didn't! Executives at
Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac will be receiving $210 million in bonuses
over an eighteen-month period, that's $45 million more than the AIG
bonuses. In fact, Fannie and Freddie executives have already been
awarded $51 million - not a bad take Who authorized that and why haven't
you expressed your outrage at this group who are largely responsible
for the economic mess we have right now?
I resent that you take
me and my fellow citizens as brain-dead and not caring about what you
idiots do. We are watching what you are doing and we are getting
increasingly fed up with all of you.
I also want you to know
that I personally find just about everything you do and say to be
offensive to every one of my sensibilities. I promise you that I will
work tirelessly to see that you do not get a chance to spend two terms
destroying my beautiful country.
Sincerely,
Every real American
P.S. I rarely ask that emails be 'passed around'.
PLEASE SEND THIS TO YOUR EMAIL LIST.
It's past time for all Americans to wake up!
Ms Kathleen Lyday Fourth Grade Teacher Grandview Elementary School 11470 Hwy .. C Hillsboro , MO 63050 (636) 944-3291 Phone (636) 944-3870 Fax
This
woman may lose her job for this letter. I believe we owe it to her for
expressing the outrage that we feel but fail to address. Please pass
this on.
Despite my best efforts, I have still been unable to find a decent place to live in Okeechobee for less than a small fortune for rent. As far as paying big bucks to live in Okeechobee, I simply will not do it-I refuse.
So I'm still in this old trailer park for super-cheap rent. At least I'm banking some cash, but it sure is depressing. Here is a picture of the outside:
I recently returned from a trip up north to check on my real house, which I am apparently never going to get a chance to live in, to find mouse turds on my bed and God only knows what else is living in here. It looks like the place is infested after all.
Here is a picture of an Arizona Wolf Spider I found dead in the kitchen, so at least I know the pesticide I sprayed all around is working:
Regardless, after my latest attempt at finding decent housing failed today, I decided to go to Wal-Mart and buy a small tent to at least sleep in at night inside this trailer, so I can feel comfortable knowing that nothing will be coming out to suck my blood while I sleep....
I must say that since I quit watching the liberal news shows, life has been a much more positive experience.I think this may have to be a permanent thing. Like I said before it doesn't really matter if I know what's going on anyway. Here's a little illustration I created regarding the news media:
I got this unique-looking Seiko watch for my birthday. I'm at the age where I hate birthdays, but I still like getting gifts! Actually I received a little cash and then I picked this out on Amazon. It has a slight scratch on the crystal, and it was the last one in existence it seems, so I got a discount. I am looking forward to wearing this next time I go somewhere nice. I usually don't buy nice watches because they end up broken-I like G-Shocks- but I couldn't pass this up. Hopefully it's tougher than it looks, but I'll try to save it mainly for weddings and funerals. It's very retro/1950's/Jetsons. Here it is:
Seiko Retro-Kinetic
By the way, the watch arrived with an over-sized band, and I couldn't seem to remove the links to fit it to my wrist properly, so I brought it to Wolfgang's Jewelers in Okeechobee. Let me tell you, Mr. Wolfgang did a great job of removing the links and fitting this watch perfectly to my wrist in under 5 minutes for $5.00.
Wolfgang's Jewelers
These guys are really good. I highly recommend them. That's the weird thing about Okeechobee. You think you're in this hick town, but the local professional people are usually very capable, because if you suck you won't last long in such a small town. That's my theory anyway.
February 29 "is a date that occurs in most years that are evenly divisible by 4, such as 2004, 2008, 2012 and 2016." (Wikipedia) So I guess 2008 was the last time.....
I managed to keep my job for two months now. I will definitely be asking for a raise soon. My goal is to make it through the end of June. Then, I will be done, unless they double my pay or something. I think the underlying problem is that I am not that fond of people in general. I would have been much better at dog training than this people-oriented work. In fact, if I ever win the Powerball, I will be a complete hermit in a hilltop mansion somewhere, with a yard full of animals and pets.
I tend to avoid crowds and social situations, given a choice. I believe they call it, "communication apprehension", which is actually defined in Wikpedia, you know, like "ADD". Yes, another doctor-defined syndrome to explain a formerly normal variant of human behavior that gives them an excuse to create and prescribe pharmaceutical drugs.
I'm sure my desire to avoid human interaction is a result of being raised an only child. Regardless, in this case, I am also forced to endure the company of people that I have absolutely nothing in common with, so I have to be an actor all day on the job. I am learning to deal with different people quite naturally though, after being forced into these situations constantly since graduating with a healthcare degree.
It's actually a much nicer crowd than some of the wealthier neighborhoods I've worked in. Wealthy people really suck - actually the inheritors and children and husbands or wives of the wealthy are the ones that suck - it seems they just can't be pleased - so at least this is bearable in comparison.
I now know that the worst people to deal with on a daily basis - if you have to - are the ones that have had everything handed to them. That is why you will never catch me trying to work in a wealthy neighborhood. Oh sure, I'll move to a wealthy neighborhood if I am ever so fortunate to be able to afford it, but I'd rather work with the worst ghetto killers all day than 10 minutes with a bunch of wealthy pricks for clients.
So the pay is okay for now. I can last, even though the town is packed with "geezers and rednecks"- the geezers are soon leaving for the Northerly climate. Although I am approaching geezer status, I'm in no rush to fit in.
I'm amazed how "country" it is around here. It is a complete change from the coastal areas, which are mainly filled with wealthy pricks and the poor minimum wage people that have to service them.
In fact, the town reminds me of the town in the movie, "Road House".
It is interesting that the main industries here - fruit growing and personal injury lawsuits - are booming in this down economy. Real estate was the big moneymaker here for decades, but that's been stalled since 2008.
Orange you amazed by all this fruit?
Personal Injury is Big Business Here
Work is a zoo. The space is only about 900 square feet. There's no private office so I can't get any privacy the entire day unless I sneak out the back door into the 90 degree heat. The only desk is in the waiting room where the marketing/insurance guy sits there doing paperwork and yelling at insurance people on the phone all day. Ah but that's work. It could be worse I guess.
They want to open another office in another town. I think a better move would be to double the size of this office and add another chiropractor. It certainly has the patient volume.
People are so large nowadays too. Some patients can't even turn themselves over on the table to get treated because of their weight. What's with all the extra pounds? I guess they just can't help it. They make me want to open a weight loss clinic, but I don't think anyone would show up.
Today the dry whirlpool bed sprung a leak after a 380 lb patient laid down on it. I guess there were one too many heavy patients that used it. The equipment needs to be about 20% stronger these days.
The Whirlpool-Therapy Bed is Now Out of Service
I can't believe the chiropractic table has held up. It's a Leader 950. All I have to say about these tables is, "tested tough and highly recommended".
Leader 950
Without decent housing most people are going to be unhappy no matter where they live, so I think that's been an ongoing problem with my stay here. I've been living at the Hotel for two months now, but I imagine there will be some okay places to live once the "snowbirds" go back up north.
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