One of these days I will post up a vid of me playing when I get the time to make one. This will have to do for now. Oh yeah, you know dads old Hondo? It is worth about 750.00 and my old electric is still worth about 250.00. Cool huh.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Guitar
Here is a pic of my new guitar and amp. You can see my old amp in the background. It is really cool and sounds so good but I need to buy a cabinet for it. It is an old fashioned tube amp. My new amp is also a tube amp but my old one has a cleaner sound.
One of these days I will post up a vid of me playing when I get the time to make one. This will have to do for now. Oh yeah, you know dads old Hondo? It is worth about 750.00 and my old electric is still worth about 250.00. Cool huh.
One of these days I will post up a vid of me playing when I get the time to make one. This will have to do for now. Oh yeah, you know dads old Hondo? It is worth about 750.00 and my old electric is still worth about 250.00. Cool huh.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Pigeons Finally Arrived
The pigieons in the photo's are not the ones I originally was going to get. I ordered these from someone else. There are three of them and they are really cool. I am thinking about buying another four as the guy has a super deal on them. These are roller pigeons meaning they fly up and then roll and dive bomb and they do it all synchronized. They are so different than park pigeons. Very sleek and actually pretty small. I can carry one in one hand.
The photos are were taken by me inside the loft I built for them. Thats my loft with me standing beside it. the cage on the front is there to allow them to go outside when they want. I still need to add a one way fly door, lets them in but not out, but that will wait for now.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Clifton
Last night I was sitting around thinking about nothing and into my head pops Clifton. I found myself thinking about Lynn Davis and when i used to work for him, feeding and branding cows. I was about 13 when I was walking past his house, or more specifically his old red rundown barn, when he hollered out, "A dollar for what you know."
Being a dumb 13 year old I really didn't know what to say other than, not much. Little did I know I missed out on making that dollar, which back in those days would have bought 2 cokes and 2 candy bars. A few days later he asked if i wanted a job helping him feed his cows, which I jumped at as I was always reading old westerns and wanted to be a cowboy so bad.
I worked for Lynn until I was 18 and when I quit I was making ten dollars a week, whoo hoo! I had a lot of fun with him, driving his truck and shooting coyotes and learning about cows. He used to take me to the sale barn in Preston and sometimes let me bid on a cow or bull I liked. I have many fond memories of Lynn, more than I can write her but someday I need to sit down and write all the stories as some of them are really funny like the time I got chased all over by a calf but that is a story for another day.
So like I was saying I got to thinking about Lynn and wondering if he was still alive. I decided to turn to the Internet and look up the Preston Citizen. I found it and typed in his name and found he had just recently passed away. He died on December 4th 2006 at the age of 88. His wife is still alive which is surprising because I thought she would be the first to go.
I remember the last time I saw him. I was about 27 years old and he didn't recognize me hardly at all. He was sitting at the counter of the old Cowboy Cafe in Preston and I was there eating lunch. This is when I drove for Naylors.
I guess there are some good memories in that weird old town as well as bad.
Being a dumb 13 year old I really didn't know what to say other than, not much. Little did I know I missed out on making that dollar, which back in those days would have bought 2 cokes and 2 candy bars. A few days later he asked if i wanted a job helping him feed his cows, which I jumped at as I was always reading old westerns and wanted to be a cowboy so bad.
I worked for Lynn until I was 18 and when I quit I was making ten dollars a week, whoo hoo! I had a lot of fun with him, driving his truck and shooting coyotes and learning about cows. He used to take me to the sale barn in Preston and sometimes let me bid on a cow or bull I liked. I have many fond memories of Lynn, more than I can write her but someday I need to sit down and write all the stories as some of them are really funny like the time I got chased all over by a calf but that is a story for another day.
So like I was saying I got to thinking about Lynn and wondering if he was still alive. I decided to turn to the Internet and look up the Preston Citizen. I found it and typed in his name and found he had just recently passed away. He died on December 4th 2006 at the age of 88. His wife is still alive which is surprising because I thought she would be the first to go.
I remember the last time I saw him. I was about 27 years old and he didn't recognize me hardly at all. He was sitting at the counter of the old Cowboy Cafe in Preston and I was there eating lunch. This is when I drove for Naylors.
I guess there are some good memories in that weird old town as well as bad.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Dumb Husband
Recently I heard a true story about a woman who had gotten pulled over for driving 48mph in a 25 zone. Said woman proceeded to go home where she told her husband that she had been given a ticket but that she intended to fight it because, as he knew she never ever went over the limit. Husband asked why she would fight it? The following is the story she told him.....
I was driving along minding my speed when I was pulled over by a police woman. This woman came to the window and it was obvious she was a dike as she was 6'2" and weighed 325 pounds. she then proceeded to tell me that I had been going 48 in a 25 to which I replied, show me the radar gun. The dike bitch refused but she did however tell me that if I were nicer she would consider letting me off with a warning. She implied that if I played ball that I wouldn't have to take the ticket. I felt as if I were sexually assaulted and so I intend to fight it and accuse this officer of sexual harrasment.
the Husband believed his wife and is helping her fight this.
Let us take a moment to analyze this story.
#1. I have never yet met a person who always drives the speed limit
#2. I have never met a woman who ever told the truth about a speeding ticket to her husband.
#3 Why is it that all these women officers are 6'2" and 325 pounds. Perhaps the woman didn't realize that this lady wouldn't even fit into a patrol car let alone pass the physical for the Highway Patrol. See Vid
#4. Why is it people always assume that tall fat women are dikes?
#5, Why do women always assume the dike likes them and is making passes
#6. Why do women think everything is sexual harrasment?
My theory.....
Wife was speeding her ass off through town and got pulled over by a tall but average weight female officer. Knowing that ther husband would be pissed as this was her umpteenth ticket she decided to make up a story to make herself look better.
She needed to make herself look better because she weighs in at a crisp 300 pounds.
To me this makes the husband a dee dee dee! How stupid would he have to be to fall for that one?
I was driving along minding my speed when I was pulled over by a police woman. This woman came to the window and it was obvious she was a dike as she was 6'2" and weighed 325 pounds. she then proceeded to tell me that I had been going 48 in a 25 to which I replied, show me the radar gun. The dike bitch refused but she did however tell me that if I were nicer she would consider letting me off with a warning. She implied that if I played ball that I wouldn't have to take the ticket. I felt as if I were sexually assaulted and so I intend to fight it and accuse this officer of sexual harrasment.
the Husband believed his wife and is helping her fight this.
Let us take a moment to analyze this story.
#1. I have never yet met a person who always drives the speed limit
#2. I have never met a woman who ever told the truth about a speeding ticket to her husband.
#3 Why is it that all these women officers are 6'2" and 325 pounds. Perhaps the woman didn't realize that this lady wouldn't even fit into a patrol car let alone pass the physical for the Highway Patrol. See Vid
#4. Why is it people always assume that tall fat women are dikes?
#5, Why do women always assume the dike likes them and is making passes
#6. Why do women think everything is sexual harrasment?
My theory.....
Wife was speeding her ass off through town and got pulled over by a tall but average weight female officer. Knowing that ther husband would be pissed as this was her umpteenth ticket she decided to make up a story to make herself look better.
She needed to make herself look better because she weighs in at a crisp 300 pounds.
To me this makes the husband a dee dee dee! How stupid would he have to be to fall for that one?
Friday, June 15, 2007
Don't want to get Dooced
I took off the Jilly posts. Heaven forbid i get dooced. With my luck that is exactly what would happen.
I am feeling better today and have made up my mind to stay were I am. I do however intend to talk to the man about roles and responsibilities and make them very clear.
I am feeling better today and have made up my mind to stay were I am. I do however intend to talk to the man about roles and responsibilities and make them very clear.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Master of All Masters
Those of you who know me know how hard I have been searching for this book. Today was my lucky day as I found a copy in excellent condition for 10.99 so I ordered it straight away. I am so excited!!!!
In the meantime please enjoy the story i have been searching a lifetime to find.....
This was a story that mom read to me when i was a child, some of you may remember it also, enjoy!
A GIRL once went to the fair to hire herself for servant. At last a funny-looking old gentleman engaged her, and took her home to his house. When she got there, he told her that he had something to teach her, for that in his house he had his own names for things.
He said to her: 'What will you call me?'
'Master or mister, or whatever you please, sir,' says she.
He said: 'You must call me "master of all masters". And what would you call this?' pointing to his bed.
'Bed or couch, or whatever you please, sir.'
'No, that's my "barnacle". And what do you call these?' said he, pointing to his pantaloons.
'Breeches or trousers, or whatever you please, sir.'
'You must call them "squibs and crackers". And what would you call her?' pointing to the cat.
'Cat or kit, or whatever you please, sir.'
'You must call her "white-faced simminy".
And this now,' showing the fire, 'what would you call this?'
'Fire or flame, or whatever you please, sir.'
'You must call it 'hot cockalorum", and what this?' he went on, pointing to the water.
'Water or wet, or whatever you please, sir.'
'No, "pondalorum" is its name. And what do you call all this?' asked he as he pointed to the house.
'House or cottage, or whatever you please, sir.'
'You must call it "high topper mountain".'
That very night the servant woke her master up in a fright and said: 'Master of all masters, get out of your barnacle and put on your squibs and crackers. For white-faced simminy has got a spark of hot cockalorum on its tail, and unless you get some pondalorum high topper mountain will be all on hot cockalorum' . . . That's all.
In the meantime please enjoy the story i have been searching a lifetime to find.....
This was a story that mom read to me when i was a child, some of you may remember it also, enjoy!
A GIRL once went to the fair to hire herself for servant. At last a funny-looking old gentleman engaged her, and took her home to his house. When she got there, he told her that he had something to teach her, for that in his house he had his own names for things.
He said to her: 'What will you call me?'
'Master or mister, or whatever you please, sir,' says she.
He said: 'You must call me "master of all masters". And what would you call this?' pointing to his bed.
'Bed or couch, or whatever you please, sir.'
'No, that's my "barnacle". And what do you call these?' said he, pointing to his pantaloons.
'Breeches or trousers, or whatever you please, sir.'
'You must call them "squibs and crackers". And what would you call her?' pointing to the cat.
'Cat or kit, or whatever you please, sir.'
'You must call her "white-faced simminy".
And this now,' showing the fire, 'what would you call this?'
'Fire or flame, or whatever you please, sir.'
'You must call it 'hot cockalorum", and what this?' he went on, pointing to the water.
'Water or wet, or whatever you please, sir.'
'No, "pondalorum" is its name. And what do you call all this?' asked he as he pointed to the house.
'House or cottage, or whatever you please, sir.'
'You must call it "high topper mountain".'
That very night the servant woke her master up in a fright and said: 'Master of all masters, get out of your barnacle and put on your squibs and crackers. For white-faced simminy has got a spark of hot cockalorum on its tail, and unless you get some pondalorum high topper mountain will be all on hot cockalorum' . . . That's all.
Guy Terrifico
Have any of you seen this movie? If you haven't don't. It is about a country music singer from the seventies. It sounds good because Chris Kristoferson is in it (one of my hero's) and also Merle Haggard (another hero). It is actually quite dumb and i had to quite watching it.
For those of you who know me you know it must really suck because I like such great flicks like: escanaba in da moonlight, Rueben and Ed, and my all time favorite, Idiocricy.
I decided not to check in with Jilly Back today because he is a dick-head!
I took today and tomorrrow off from work because i truly needed a break. I have been thinking of a change and interviewed today on the phone for another job. I have an in person interview set up for next Tuesday. More on this later.
Another reason i took a couple of days off was because of Jilly Back, what a freakin (mom would be proud) loser. If I had to look at his stupid redneck face one more time this week I think I would have spewed.
I haven't got my shipping container for my pigeons yet and this is really chapping my hide. I really want these birds as I think they will be fun.
Oh well enough crying for today.
see ya wouldn't want to be ya!
For those of you who know me you know it must really suck because I like such great flicks like: escanaba in da moonlight, Rueben and Ed, and my all time favorite, Idiocricy.
I decided not to check in with Jilly Back today because he is a dick-head!
I took today and tomorrrow off from work because i truly needed a break. I have been thinking of a change and interviewed today on the phone for another job. I have an in person interview set up for next Tuesday. More on this later.
Another reason i took a couple of days off was because of Jilly Back, what a freakin (mom would be proud) loser. If I had to look at his stupid redneck face one more time this week I think I would have spewed.
I haven't got my shipping container for my pigeons yet and this is really chapping my hide. I really want these birds as I think they will be fun.
Oh well enough crying for today.
see ya wouldn't want to be ya!
Friday, June 8, 2007
Inlaws
My inlaws have been at my house since last Saturday afternoon, they are leaving tomorrow,yay! No don't get me wrong I love them and all but I hate having people in my home much at all and a week is just ridiculous. Today i told my daughter the when she grew up and had a family I wouldn't come stay with her I would get a motel room so that she and her family could have a minutes rest each night. she spouted off....YAY!!!!!
let me tell you how this all began.....
Back in April my red hot smokin wife (Talledega nights, go see it so you will get it) recieved a phone call from her mom. Said mom asked if we would like to have her piano as her brother had bit the old dirt turd and she had gotten his Steinway baby grand piano and therefore had no room for her old upright. A tear comes to my eye when I think about my mother in law butchering hymms and other sanctified songs on this beautiful instrument but I digress..... No it really is sad, I can just imagine old Steinway himself rolling over in his shroud of croaking and beggin her to please stop. pllleeeeeaaaaassssseeeeee........
On with the show as they say... So my red hot smokin wife put her hand over the mouthpeice fo the phone, why is it that everybody does that and everybody knows it doesn't work, and asks if we would like the old upright, to which I reply sure, why not. Now I am not a huge piano fan but I thought, what the heck maybe the girls and I can learn to play a little better and after all the damn thing was free so what the heck. The wifey gets back on the phone and says sure we would love the piano at which time the evil witch of the west rears her head and says, "great but we aren't giving it to you we need to get one thousand dollars for it."
What the heck? She just inherited a piano worth maybe 25k and she wants us to buy her old handmedown. You have got to be jokin! Well after i bitched about it she agreed to let us, out of the goodness of her heart, make payments on the damn thing starting in January. Oh lucky day, oh yeah we "owed" her some other money from like 12 years ago and she said she would also apply the payments to that. When asked how much we owed she said $3535.57, including the piano, but out of the goodness of her heart and the genorosity bestowed upon her by God she did say she would forgive the .57 damn cents which made my day let me tell you. I mean that might have broken the bank right there, I mean .57 cents whoo hoo hoo how freakin nice of the old bag of punch.
So anyway, here they are staying at my house eating my food while i finance their vacation with my piano money and that stinkin .57 cents which i ought to give them before they leave just to show I mean to pay back all the money I ever owed them. Hey wait a minute I think I paid for my own wedding and they only rented the wife a dress hmmm maybe they should pay me for that and then i could pay them back. I think with interest it come out to be around oh lets see divide by 12 and carry the 2.....23496.75 but out of respect for my mother in law I would be willing to forgive her the .75 cents.
Oh well I am off to the store to buy something for them to eat for breakfast. hope they like tofu and turds!!!!!!
let me tell you how this all began.....
Back in April my red hot smokin wife (Talledega nights, go see it so you will get it) recieved a phone call from her mom. Said mom asked if we would like to have her piano as her brother had bit the old dirt turd and she had gotten his Steinway baby grand piano and therefore had no room for her old upright. A tear comes to my eye when I think about my mother in law butchering hymms and other sanctified songs on this beautiful instrument but I digress..... No it really is sad, I can just imagine old Steinway himself rolling over in his shroud of croaking and beggin her to please stop. pllleeeeeaaaaassssseeeeee........
On with the show as they say... So my red hot smokin wife put her hand over the mouthpeice fo the phone, why is it that everybody does that and everybody knows it doesn't work, and asks if we would like the old upright, to which I reply sure, why not. Now I am not a huge piano fan but I thought, what the heck maybe the girls and I can learn to play a little better and after all the damn thing was free so what the heck. The wifey gets back on the phone and says sure we would love the piano at which time the evil witch of the west rears her head and says, "great but we aren't giving it to you we need to get one thousand dollars for it."
What the heck? She just inherited a piano worth maybe 25k and she wants us to buy her old handmedown. You have got to be jokin! Well after i bitched about it she agreed to let us, out of the goodness of her heart, make payments on the damn thing starting in January. Oh lucky day, oh yeah we "owed" her some other money from like 12 years ago and she said she would also apply the payments to that. When asked how much we owed she said $3535.57, including the piano, but out of the goodness of her heart and the genorosity bestowed upon her by God she did say she would forgive the .57 damn cents which made my day let me tell you. I mean that might have broken the bank right there, I mean .57 cents whoo hoo hoo how freakin nice of the old bag of punch.
So anyway, here they are staying at my house eating my food while i finance their vacation with my piano money and that stinkin .57 cents which i ought to give them before they leave just to show I mean to pay back all the money I ever owed them. Hey wait a minute I think I paid for my own wedding and they only rented the wife a dress hmmm maybe they should pay me for that and then i could pay them back. I think with interest it come out to be around oh lets see divide by 12 and carry the 2.....23496.75 but out of respect for my mother in law I would be willing to forgive her the .75 cents.
Oh well I am off to the store to buy something for them to eat for breakfast. hope they like tofu and turds!!!!!!
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Quick Hillbilly post
I can't make fun of the south like I used to....at least not as much.....after my trip to Evanston Wyoming.
What a redneck little town that was. Nothing but hillbillies who couldn't even dress up to go to a graduation ceremony. Since when are flip flops, short shorts, and tank tops okay to wear to a graduation? I was the best dressed person there next to the students. I guess the parents had to spend all their money on their kids gowns and suits and only had enough left over to go buy the only set of overhauls that Wal Mart carried.
The principal asked for people to stand who had graduated from high school and walked across that very stage. If it had been me I would have remained seated so that everyone wouldn't have known what a loser I was to still be living in Evanston.
I can hear it now......
Yessiree Darylynn (classic Utah Wyoming name blending the father and the mothers first names to name a girl) that there principal stood right up there and said how bout all you folks with no life or ambition who er still livin here in dumpsville stand on up and make the rest of us losers feel better! Whoo eeee I were so proud that I had gradeeated from Eeeevanston high shcrool, let me tell ya! It was like I were a rock star fer a moment.
What a redneck little town that was. Nothing but hillbillies who couldn't even dress up to go to a graduation ceremony. Since when are flip flops, short shorts, and tank tops okay to wear to a graduation? I was the best dressed person there next to the students. I guess the parents had to spend all their money on their kids gowns and suits and only had enough left over to go buy the only set of overhauls that Wal Mart carried.
The principal asked for people to stand who had graduated from high school and walked across that very stage. If it had been me I would have remained seated so that everyone wouldn't have known what a loser I was to still be living in Evanston.
I can hear it now......
Yessiree Darylynn (classic Utah Wyoming name blending the father and the mothers first names to name a girl) that there principal stood right up there and said how bout all you folks with no life or ambition who er still livin here in dumpsville stand on up and make the rest of us losers feel better! Whoo eeee I were so proud that I had gradeeated from Eeeevanston high shcrool, let me tell ya! It was like I were a rock star fer a moment.
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Pigeons
This post may or may not be funny but I felt I should let everyone know what I am doing.
I have decided to build a pigeon loft and buy a mated pair of roller pigeons to put in it. Initially I plan to use these pigeons to help train my retriever, "Aussie". I plan to clip their wings and throw them out for him to retrieve. Don't worry this is a fairly common practice and retriever's have very soft mouths which do not typically injure the birds. This is the absolute best way to train a retriever.
After surfing several web sites regarding pigeon raising I think it may also be fun to race these birds. They really are amazing and I think will make a great hobby for me and the girls. They can fly up to 600 miles in a day and many people race them cross the entire country.
Although the picture at the top is very small it is a picture of my pigeons. Of course they are not here yet but I should have them by next Tuesday or Wednesday the 12th or 13th. One is a yellow bar cock and the hen is a red bar. Cool huh!
Saturday, June 2, 2007
This Blog is Rated R
Against my better judgement I have decided to re-open Lord of The South. Many people have complained to me and asked that I start it back up so here it is.
WARNING.....WARNING.....WARNING.....
Some of the content of this blog may offend some and make others angry, get over it. Feel free to post whatever comments and opinions you have, I of all people do not wish to limit free speech. As such I will at times post words and phrases that are not appropriate for young children and or sensitive people so PLEASE IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE DO NOT READ MY BLOG!
If after reading this you decide to continue to read my blog do not complain about the content YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
WARNING.....WARNING.....WARNING.....
Some of the content of this blog may offend some and make others angry, get over it. Feel free to post whatever comments and opinions you have, I of all people do not wish to limit free speech. As such I will at times post words and phrases that are not appropriate for young children and or sensitive people so PLEASE IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE DO NOT READ MY BLOG!
If after reading this you decide to continue to read my blog do not complain about the content YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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