Thursday, December 10, 2009

The only way I can relate this to Christmas...

Is to say that Harry Reid is a scrooge.


Harry Reid likened opposition to a government takeover of the American health-care system to support of slavery in the mid-nineteenth century, saying that reactionary opposition to “change” always exists. Unfortunately, Reid used the right analogy but in the wrong application. The problem with ObamaCare is that it will eventually enslave a free people to the elite few in its capital, who will have the power to invade every aspect of their lives with the fulcrum of health-care costs as the excuse. Also, as two-time Pulitzer Prize winning editorial cartoonist Michael Ramirez points out in his excellent entry today, the costs of this system alone will force Americans into that kind of relationship with Washington:

Our founders wrote the Constitution to limit the power of Congress to avoid precisely this kind of outcome. When elected officials tell their serfs...er...subjects...er...constituents that Congress has the power to write any kind of laws they want, it exemplifies the founders’ most basic fear of centralized, federal governments. They knew that serfdom could come through the ballot box, and they’re about to be proven prescient.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Wow...

I have been remiss in my blogging. And at Christmas too.

What's up with me?

I don't know. I wait all year for this and when it finally gets here I'm in a funk.

"Snap out of it, stupid."

I haven't watched It's a Wonderful Life yet. Maybe that's the problem. I think I will go watch it and see what happens.

Talk to you soon.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

SNOW!?!...

It's snowing! WOOHOO!! Now that's Christmas/winter/wonderland/stuff I like.

I brought some CARN for popping.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Tree is up...

lights on the house are up. They actually went up last Tuesday but who's counting. we are on our way.

As if I needed another reason to think Obama is a communist: his speech tonight is preempting "A Charlie Brown Christmas".

That's right folks, he felt it more important for us to see him on TV one more time rather than the hilarious antics of Snoopy, the beguiling puckishness of Lucy, the quiet diginity of Linus and even the disappointment of Shermy, "Every Christmas it's the same. I always end up playing a shephard."

I will leave you with a clip from the marvelous show to get the taste of Obama out of your mouths.

The music you heard when you entered the page is from Charlie Brown of course.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

To keep from getting discouraged...

I am going to make this an interactive Christmas. I wrote 24 blogs in the month of October and I received 2 comments. Both from my brother Steve.

Come on people let me know you're out there.

What was the best/most memorable Christmas present you ever received?

I'll start, a Yogi the bear stuffed animal. He was about 3.5 feet tall and was awesome. I had opened up all my presents and went to the restroom and when I came out he was standing outside the door. To this day, I don't know how Santa got him to walk to the door but there he was.

Friday, November 27, 2009

And away we go...

It is truly the most wonderful time of they year.

There is something magical about this time of year. Don't get me wrong, all parts of the year are special in their own way but there's something about Christmas time. You stay up later, you visit more often, you laugh more, you long for nostalgia and tradition. (well in most cases anyway) The sky is more blue. The air is cleaner. The work day is shorter.

All in preparation for the coming of Christ. I realize that is not the main theme in most if not all things Christmas. But I do like to believe that while that is not front and center, it is the reason subconsciously for all that we do in this most wonderful time of the year.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Happy Thanksgiving!

If you have ever read this blog before I think you can guess for what I am thankful.

I thank God I live in America. I thank God for my extraordinary Mom and Dad. I thank God for my wonderful brothers and sister and their families. I thank God for an abundance of friends.

I thank God for my children and my wife. They are the reason He put me on this earth.

God Bless you all today and everyday.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Here's a question for you...

why hasn't the secular left latched onto Thanksgiving and made it a more important holiday?

You can give thanks to any deity; Buddha, Allah, Gaia what have you. That's the beauty of turkey day: no ties. With Christmas, you're pretty much pigeon-holed; what with the name of the Savior in the holiday and all. You'd have to start making up holidays and start resurrecting older ones that really don't mean anything just to fit in. Fit in or stick it to the man, whichever you prefer.

In the overall scheme of things, Thanksgiving is the red-headed step child of major holidays. I mean right after Halloween, and actually before in some cases, Christmas decorations adorn the stores. Not much room for Thanksgiving in that scenario. If the left would promote Thanksgiving as much as they demote Christmas, they could have a pretty good holiday on their hands.

Perhaps then they'd leave Christ in Christmas or at least the Kwan in Kwanzaa.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Geez...

for not liking that song I sure kept it on there long enough. Bye bye gay boy. For those of you that have a problem with that last sentence as being un-PC, I give you this (fast forward to the 1:50 mark)

What is up with the media?

I know they are a bunch of bias looney-tunes but they aren't even trying to hide their subjectivity anymore. Case in point, what do you think of the Climategate scandal? Fox is the only station covering this story. But they had no problems covering this one.

Monday, November 16, 2009

For those of you that don't know...

I really like Christmas. I mean really.

So this morning was kind of bittersweet for me. The clock alarm sprung to life and unbeknown to me the radio station started its Christmas music. I can't think of a better time of year and yet it started with...well...I can't think of a worse Christmas song, Wham's "Last Christmas". Honestly. What a crappy way to start. It's only played because it has the word Christmas in it. I swear if Marilyn Manson wrote a song about animal sacrifices on Christmas they would deem that a Christmas song and put it in the rotation.

But I have quite a while to make it up to myself. I won't let this sites month-long Christmas Extravaganza be diminished because I woke up to Last Christmas.

The show must go on.

I will wax poetic on all things St. Nick. If you have any suggestions on anything you'd like to see let me know. I may repeat some stuff I did last year but that's only because I liked it.

I'm giddy.

I had to put on the music.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

I love it when this happens...

I was reading one of my favorite blogs today and he was talking about what he was doing to keep his sick daughter entertained. He went online and looked up cartoon theme songs they used to watch together. She is 9 or 10 so no Hong Kong Phooey or the like. He listed Rollie Pollie Ollie, Dora, which they hated, glad I'm not the only one, Tiny Planets, The Wiggles, Sesame Street...wait a minute...go back...

Tiny...Planets...?

Tiny...

Planets...?

TINY PLANETS!?!

Could it be?

I was flicking through the channels years ago when I came across a theme song to a cartoon the likes of which have never been equaled. It had a great melody. You could dance to it. Very much an 80's song right smack dab in the middle of the ought cartoons.

I saw it once. I could not find it again.

Once.

And yet, I could still sing it in my head:

Bing and Bong
Fly across the universe and
Play among the stars

Best. Theme Song. Ever.

Without further ado, I give you the Tiny Planets theme song: (I'm so excited.)

Monday, November 9, 2009

Random thoughts...

I think I realized on Sunday one thing I am afraid of becoming...oblivious.

After listening to the umpteenth blue hair unravel her mint wrapped in celophane during the sermon, you could probably see the steam coming out of my ears, I had the epiphany.

I don't want to become oblivious.

I don't want to stop reading street signs and go straight from a left turn only lane. I don't want to forget the impact my actions have on others. I am hyper-vigilant about that now: to a fault I know. So perhaps as I age and the faculties diminish, I will just be brought to the level of vigilant. My guess is at that point I won't care too much what others think.

We had a great Halloween. Madison was a mermaid. Kelly and Madison made her costume together. Ian was a UCLA football player and Reagan was a UCLA cheerleader.

We went to Halloween in the park down the street at the Historical park. I know I've said this before about our little town but we put on a good shindig. There were games and pony rides and food. Good time.

Before all the festivities Kelly made a special snack for everyone. Spooky Sandies, PB & J cut out to look like a ghost or a pumpkin. Witches fingers in some type of witch brew, 5 carrots sticking out of spinach dip. Apple fangs, apples cut to look like a mouth with almond slices for fangs. Blood Punch, red Kool Aid. And eyeballs for dessert, donut holes dipped in white chocolate with a Hersheys morsel for a pupil and red food coloring for the bloodshot.

I mean how cool is that.

Kelly does stuff like that all the time.

Major effort.

Great effect.

Lifetime memories.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Worst. Bill. Ever...

WSJ's words not mine

Do yourself a favor...

Google "copenhagen agreement".

If you don't want to, hit the link below.

Obama is poised to sign this treaty.

Luckily, this should go the way of the Kyoto protocol but, man, those UN guys are growing some...um...they're getting bold.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

California to withhold a bigger chunk of paychecks -- latimes.com

A return to the Sanford and Son theme is apropos now. Some people are just too stupid to run a government. Unfortunately, this guy call himself a Republican. When in actuality he is a RINO. Republican In Name Only.

California to withhold a bigger chunk of paychecks -- latimes.com

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Thursday, October 29, 2009

Hey Sting, stick to music...

“‘In many ways, he’s sent from God,’ he joked in an interview, ‘because the world’s a mess.’

“But Sting is serious in his belief that Obama is the best leader to navigate the world’s problems. In an interview on Wednesday, the former Police frontman said that he spent some time with Obama and ‘found him to be very genuine, very present, clearly super-smart, and exactly what we need in the world.’…

“‘It’s aggressive and violent and full of fear,’ he said of the [conservative] backlash against Obama. ‘They don’t want change, they want things to feel the same because they feel safe there.’”

***
“They came of age during the great abundance, circa 1980-2008 (or 1950-2008, take your pick), and they don’t have the habit of worry. They talk about their ‘concerns’—they’re big on that word. But they’re not really concerned. They think America is the goose that lays the golden egg. Why not? She laid it in their laps. She laid it in grandpa’s lap.

“They don’t feel anxious, because they never had anything to be anxious about. They grew up in an America surrounded by phrases—’strongest nation in the world,’ ‘indispensable nation,’ ‘unipolar power,’ ‘highest standard of living’—and are not bright enough, or serious enough, to imagine that they can damage that, hurt it, even fatally.

“We are governed at all levels by America’s luckiest children, sons and daughters of the abundance, and they call themselves optimists but they’re not optimists—they’re unimaginative. They don’t have faith, they’ve just never been foreclosed on. They are stupid and they are callous, and they don’t mind it when people become disheartened. They don’t even notice.”

Monday, October 19, 2009

This is the coolest stuff...

Below are three actual pictures of the birth of a star taken by the Hubble Telescope. They don't look real, I know. They look like drawings.

What makes these pictures so fascinating is the sheer magnitude of the dimensions. The column on the left in the first picture is 60,000 AU's.

The AU is Astronomical Unit and is roughly the distance from the sun to the earth. And as we all remember from 8th grade science class, it's 93,000,000 miles. That's million by the way.

So the column to the left is approximately 93000000 * 60000 miles long. That's 5580000000000. 10 zeroes. Over 5 trillion miles.

To kind of put things in perspective our solar system is not quite 7.5 billion miles wide. You see those little finger like projections in the third picture? Each fingertip is somewhat larger than our own solar system.

Truly amazing.




Thursday, October 15, 2009

Sanity Haikus...

In the midst of strife
It pays to stop and wonder
Can life get better?

Life is full of hope
Children are the spark of life
They are light for me.

Some smiling faces
Say, "Look who I am today!"
Beautiful, smart, kind.

Some faces just say
I'm happy because I'm loved
Can you see my joy?

Some faces let you know
Daddy, you are loved as well
Nothing else to say.

A face reminds you
There is a God in heaven
The heart is alive.

Here are my reasons
Madison Ian Reagan
And Kelly: complete.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

From the slippery slope dept...

Palmolive had a nice piquant after dinner flavor

Robert Reich being brutally honest...

2 YEARS AGO.

Funny we never heard about this through the MSM.

I don't think Grayson in the next video was talking about the right party. Well, he's a liberal and I personally don't think any of them are very smart. Let me rephrase that, they may be smart but they have no common sense. For instance, the concept of not spending money if you don't have it seems to be something they can't grasp. Republicans too for that matter. But I digress. Without further ado...

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

I was talking to a buddy of mine the other day,...

about Obama as we normally do, and it occurred to me he has not even been in office for 9 months yet.

9 months!?!

I knew he was going to be a disaster but I didn't think he could be so destructive in such a short period of time. His approval ratings have fallen off faster than any President in history save one, Gerald Ford after Watergate. He has alienated his commanders in the field by calling them out. Apparently the European community does not think of him as highly as we were told they do otherwise Chicago would be preparing for quite a shindig.

Guantanamo is still open. Health care reform is on it's death bed. The country is as divided as ever. (Perhaps people don't like being called racists simply for disagreeing with someone of a different screen color after all.) He even has the media wondering if he was really qualified to lead after all.

I don't think it's a stretch to call him an unmitigated disaster.

He accomplished all this in 9 months.

He can work magic.

Monday, October 5, 2009

WITSIR...This is almost unbelieveable...

Can you imagine Bush getting a fact check by CNN?

Let’s see if you can guess how the segment ends. Think: Media outlet is in the tank, subject is SNL skewering politicians. What footage is damned near obligatory here? And there it is, at 2:50.

Friday, September 25, 2009

COTUS?...

Which stands for cutout fo the United States.

Well, if this isn’t an analogy for an empty-suit presidency, nothing will suffice. It’s too good to be true and so almost certainly isn’t, but as this rapid-fire look at 130 photographs from the UN this week shows, it’s hard not to draw the conclusion that the POTUS has a COTUS. Watch the frozen image of Barack Obama’s face on your first pass, and then check the position of his hands on your second pass:

Barack Obama's amazingly consistent smile from Eric Spiegelman on Vimeo.

The grin is almost Chesire Cat-like, staying in a fixed position in every shot while the angle of the camera moves. The hands stay in exact position in relation to the body. The angle of the head doesn’t change over 130 frames, either. Either that’s a cardboard cutout, or like most politicians, Obama has learned to pose brilliantly, which is how he got elected President, after all. And hey, as an analogy, either option works for me.


My mythbuster rating? I’d say: plausible. However, it would be pretty hard to pull this off without getting complaints from the others posing in the pictures, so I’m skeptical … but laughing pretty hard at it.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

If they succeed with this...

There will be hell to pay

So let me get this straight...

The federal Department of Health and Human Services placed a gag order on private health insurance companies communicating to their Medicare Advantage customers their concerns about Democratic health care reform proposals. The gag order is backed by a threat of federal prosecution.

Read that again

The federal government is keeping privately held companies from communicating with their customers under threat of prosecution. It is a blatant abuse of power. Unbelievable.

Or is it?

Does this surprise anyone? Does it surprise anyone that most major news outlets, sans FOX of course, have yet to cover this bombshell?

What if the situation is reversed? (Heretofore known as WITSIR)

What if the Bush white house had threaned the unions with prosecution if they spoke out against one of his initiatives?

You think we might have heard about it?

This is just a scary video...

Oops! Sorry, wrong Dear Leader, wrong indoctrination song. Here’s the one we want, but I also want to point out more creepiness in the song:


Note the reference to the hymn, “Jesus loves the little children,” which might be more suitable for a Sunday school class in homage to the Lord rather than a public school performance in honor of The One. The trouble is not just the lifting of the lyrics but the fact that the new song heralds Obama as some sort of deity figure:

Barack Hussein Obama
He said Red, Yellow, Black or White
All are equal in his sight
Mmm, mmm, mm!

“In his sight”? That sounds rather … Biblical, doesn’t it? It’s language almost exclusively used in religious contexts, especially when it comes to human equality. After all, the point is not whether people are equal in the sight of Gracie Lou Freebush of Hackensack, but in the eyes of an Almighty, whom most people acknowledge as Creator.

Having children chant about Obama as if he were a deity is what leads eventually to the kind of conditions depicted in the first clip. I don’t mean that as an accusation that Obama wants that, but it’s that kind of cult of personality that creates conditions for political disasters like fascism and dictatorships. People who think of themselves as free citizens and politicians as public servants should be embarrassed by this kind of worship — and the parents of these children should be at the school today demanding an accounting for the cult-like indoctrination attempted by these administrators.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Monday, September 21, 2009

Great article form the WSJ...

How can you argue with logic like this?

Obama Criticism Flow Chart...

I think we can only surmise form this clip...

that Obama hates blind people.

Paterson is the Governor of New York. Obama has asked him to get out of the NY Governor race. Since they are both black, it must be because he doesn't like blind people.

Steele, the head of the Republican National Convention, plays the lefts race baiting demagoguery against themselves brilliantly here.

Paterson basically told Obama to get bent. Exit Question:

Is Paterson racist?

Sunday, September 20, 2009

For those of you that don't know...

music is a very big part of my life. Listening, singing, playing: whatever. I dig it. Which leads me to this story and how it warms the cockles of my heart just thinking about it.

Last week Madison, Ian and Reagan were riding in my truck and I had my iTouch plugged in. "My Sharona" by The Knack came on and I saw all three of them bobbing their heads; even the 1 year old. When the song was over they made me replay it, 6 times. Awesome.

Today after church, another song came on the iTouch and I had to replay it until we arrived home. They were grooving in their car seats and singing the chorus by the time we pulled into the driveway.

It does a Daddy very proud to know his kids can't get enough of "Do You Wanna Dance" by The Ramones.

Other music of which they can't get enough: "Groovin'" by The Rascals, "Talk Talk" by Talk Talk, "Sowing the Seeds of Love" by Tears for Fears and the piece de resistance...I pause a moment whilst I wipe a tear of joy from my cheek...anyhing by The Beatles.

The Beatles...sniff, sniff.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Day 4...

Sorry it's taking so long to fill this in.

We were off to Alamogordo and the Toy Train Depot. On the way we pulled a little Griswold duty and went and saw the world's largest pistachio. The Griswolds are the family in the movie Vacation. They were going to Wally World their favorite theme park and on the way Clark, the dad, brought them to a lot of places like the world's largest pistachio.

I don't care how goofy that stuff is I love it. That is just family stuff. Stuff they'll remember. I hope.

We got to the Toy Train Depot and it was awesome. Big Trains.


Little trains.

Train villages.

And pure wonderment.

Good times. The guys who ran the place new everything you ever wanted to know about toy trains and more. They were helpful, knowledgeable, cursed like sailors and had little patience for children under 4. Don't get me wrong they were great with the kids but they sure had issues when they started to get cranky and tired. The kids I mean not the old men running the place.

They also had a train we could ride. Which we did. Even I got to ride on the train. It was fun. Made me think of the old home movies we have of us riding the train of the same ilk when we were kids.

We all had a blast. But I think Ian will never be the same.

We then went to the Kids Kingdom playground. We ate lunch and played for a while. There are punks in Alamogordo too. Do they kiss their mothers with those mouths?

We drove back to Ruidoso through the mountians and the quaint village of Cloudcroft. We were up about 9000 ft. 3:00 in the afternoon and 62 degrees. Heaven, I'm in Heaven. It was a beautiful drive back home. Pine trees. Rolling lush green valleys. A place i could go to and stay. Kept our eyes peeled for elk which we were told might be on this road but did not see any. There was a quick rain shower which was beautiful.

Made it back to the cabin, ate, fed our deer friends and watched a movie. Day 5 awaited.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Day 2...

We decided to go for a drive today. We drove down the mountain to the Inn of the Mountain Gods. A beautiful hotel/casino where Madison drew to an eight nine straight and won $500. Just kidding. She drew to a nut flush.

We got out and went to the lake where we threw rocks in the water and I showed the kids the fine art of skipping rocks. (BF moment)

The sun was very bright and hot. It was only 82 degrees but it felt like 100. Being closer to the sun couldn't have that much effect could it? After the rock throwing, we went to another lake which paled in comparison so no pics of it. We wanted to eat lunch but Ian was getting a bit restless so back up to the cabin we went. Good thing too because by the time we got there I felt awful. Don't know if it was the altitude or what but I felt bad. Ian and Reagan went down for a nap as did I. Madison and Kelly went back downtown to shop. And shop they did. Madison is all girl and she had a ball as did Kelly. They brought back lots of goodies for all of us.

We ate dinner, fed the ever-present deer and went and got some ice cream. Cool place. Old jukebox. Guitars and old 45's on the wall. The same artwork as on the 45's we had: The Rockford Files, Undercover Angel and Jive Talking just to name a few. We played a few tunes, danced and then went home. We spent the night playing games and watching TV. Much to our chagrin the clouds came in and blew our chance for viewing the stars. Two nights, two strikes.

Day 3...

Woke up to a cloudy morning. Still beautiful though. We had decided to go fishing today and since yesterday was hot downtown we all had shorts and shirtsleeves on. We made the trek to Bonito Lake, a beautiful lake nestled among the mountains. We traversed down the path to the lakeside where our bounty awaited.

As I began to bait the hooks I noticed a little chill in the air. The breeze was blowing and up here in the mountains it was a little nippy. Of course I have a full time winter coat so the mere fact that I felt it meant the kids had icicles for feet and Kelly was shivering like a newborn. On top of all that, it began to sprinkle. The kids were upset but we had to go. Cold and rainy is no way to go fishing, son.

So we packed up and went back to the cabin where we spent the rest of the rainy day in Sorry and Battleship heaven.

Later in the evening I went to the fridge to get some milk. There was only a little left in the jug so I drank it from there. When I finished I pulled the jug from my lips and began to move my head downward. I was focusing on the ceiling while drinking and moved my focus to the wall and then the window as I lowered my head. Then I saw her. The deer we fed yesterday was standing outside the window staring directly at me. This is where the climactic swell of music happens in the movies. Scared the crap out of me. Not wanting to be beaten up by a gang of deer thugs when I opened the garage door, post haste I got out the bread and went to feed the hungry horde.

The rest of the evening was spent huddled around baseball bats waiting for the revolution.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Day 1...

We hit the mountains and the music playing was not far behind. It was made known to my children that anytime they enter a mountainous zone this music must be playing on the ipod, cd player or whatever space age music playing thingy they have when they have children. An acceptable alternative is Gaia by James Taylor if there is no JD available. I realize he is singing about a Greek deity but still: the tympanies pounding as he describes looking back over the mountain being helpless, speechles, breathless: it doesn't get much better than that.

Here is the view from our cabin:


These kind of scenes make me think...a lot. About me, my contribution to the world, my wife, my love for her, my children, my infinite amazement of their lives, my God, our relationship, His relationship with His children. It does a soul good to contemplate the meaning of life periodically. My conclusion: family. Immediate. Distant. And everything in between.

We saw the first of what was to be many deer. Here she is:

I went outside to see her up close and the kids wanted to come with me. I knew for sure once we opened the door it would run away. I explained to them how deer were very nervous creatures and we needed to be quite so as not to scare her away. We opened the door and Reagan let out a shriek of delight the likes of which have not been heard since I found out they brought back Carnation Instant Breakfast Bars. Much to my surprise, the deer came closer. And another one appeared. She had a buddy and they apparently were not too afraid of humans.

Normally, I am not one for giving wild animals food because as a conservationist I believe if we feed these animals they will become too dependent on our source of food rather than their own means of getting it thus rendering themselves incapable of self-sustenance when it counts, in the dead of winter. But I threw caution to the wind and we fed them some bread. We almost literally fed them from our hands:

This would become our nightly ritual. Morning ritual too for that matter.Those deer were hungry.

We spent a quiet evening at home and got ready for the big day ahead. Day 2 tomorrow.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Coming to you on the road...

from beautiful Snyder, TX.

I don't know what possesses people to live in small communities like this. I don't have an issue with small communities mind you it's just small communities in the middle of nowhere. Actually it's small communities with no aesthetic appeal. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. De nada for my Spanish friends.

A small town in the mountains. Pretty. A small town on the beach. Nice. A small town in the middle of West Texas dirt and heat and grime. Huh?

Had a great trip yesterday. Kids were fabulous. Left the house at 12:00, left McDonald's down the street from our house at 12:15. Stopped by Kelly's Alma Mater in Abilene, Hardin Simmons for 1/2 hour. She got very nostalgic. Got to Snyder, our halfway point, by 4:40. Map showed we shouldn't be there until 5:00 and that was leaving at noon with no 1/2 hour stop. (BF moment)

We are fixing to start our second leg to the mountains of Ruidoso. Hope today goes as well as yesterday. Except for last night. Reagan would not sleep. So, needless to say Kelly will be napping and kids will be watching movies while I am chewing and itouching the music scene.

We'll keep you posted.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Looks like we're staying in Texas...

Ironically, I am writing this from Chicago. As much as I wanted this, uprooting a family is not an easy thing to do. So we'll stay put and fix up the house and keep Texas as our home. I can't complain. We could live in Taxachussets.

It's been a while since I've updated you on the family. So here goes...

Madison is 6 going on 13. She'll be 7 in September. She is growing up so fast. She is all about fashion. Something the old man knows a thing or two about. I bought her a pair of pink Chuck Taylors which she wore to vacation bible school. They were a big hit. It must be the gay side in me coming out. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

She is a fantastic student. (BF moment here.) She won the outstanding student award for her kindergarten class. Madison is a huge helper around the house. Earning dollars all along. The girl is a fish. Spends every possible moment in the pool. She's got the tan to prove it.

Ian is a very vocal 3. Will be 4 in January. The other day we were swimming in the pool and he swam up to me and said, "Daddy! You're my best friend!" Needless to say, my eyes weren't just wet from the pool water. He is a caring, loving, frustrating child. Just when you think you got him figured out he changes on you.

He loves to play the Wii. It is an absolute hoot to watch him play the games. Lifting his feet, dancing to the music. It is more fun to watch him play than to play the games themselves.

Reagan is almost 20 months old. She is into everything. Everything. My mom, who has had her share of grandchildren, said Reagan, of all the 16 grandkids, is the worst/best at getting into things. The other day we found her sitting atop a stack of music drawing on the wall. Not so bad you say. Well the stack of music was on top of the piano. She was about 4 feet off the ground. She made it up there with no sound. We did not hear the building of the sophisticated ladder. She did not stomp on any piano keys. She did not disturb any knick-knacks or papers on the piano of which there are many. The parents first thought is to get her down from there followed very closely by, "Impressive!"

She is starting to talk a lot. She mimics the words we say and says them in her way. Although not quite exactly what we say, she is very close.

Kelly is doing well. I know she's tired. Three kids and a bum for a husband. She is the backbone, the glue, the keystone; what have you. Honestly, all I have to do is go make a living. She makes the living worthy of a life.

I love her more than she will ever know.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Happy Father's Day...

To my Dad, my brothers, my father in law, my brother in law..to all dads everywhere.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

The trip from...

"he" double hockey sticks.

Wednesday, I was scheduled to board a plane for Dallas at 7:20 pm. Home sweet home. The flight coming in was delayed so we didn't board until about 8:00. We finally pushed out of the gate about 8:25. We would be a little late but they usually make this time up during flight so maybe just a little. The talk in the terminal was of the big storms rolling through Dallas. Hail, lightning, the whole nine yards. Eh, it would roll through and be in Shreveport by the time we got there. No issues.

Luckily the seat next to me was empty which made what happened next bearable. Side note, the guy sitting in the window seat was an American pilot. Referred to from now on as AP. I have come to realize all will be well if AP doesn't lift his head up from his reading material. As we are taxiing down the tarmac, the brakes are applied as if we were landing; very strongly and abruptly. First thing AP does is look up from his magazine and focus out the window.

Crap.

We pull along side another plane and the pilot informs us of the storms in Dallas and we will be waiting 1 hour on the tarmac for them to blow over. So, off the engines go and we wait.

Finally, after shooting a -20 on Tiger Woods golf on the iTouch, we take off.

The flight to Dallas was uneventful until the pilot informed us we would be flying around West Texas for a while until some storms blew over. An hour later, we land at the runway that goes northwest to southeast. You have to fly over Grapevine to reach it. It's on the far west end of the airport. Our terminal is A gate 26. The longest taxi possible at DFW.

After what seemed like an eternity, we got to our gate. Only it was closed and they had to find another one for us. Gate A 28 was open after only a short 25 minute sit on the tarmac.

Off the plane, onto the Skylink. Skylink is the tram that carries you around the airport if you are far away from your car or connecting flight. My flight left from C26 so I qualified. All I had to do was hop on the tram which traveled clockwise around the airport and I would be at my truck in 2 stops. I should have known that tram was closed and I would have to take the tram that only traveled counter-clockwise. 8 stops later I was at my truck. Did I mention the thing was packed like Skoal in my brothers gums? All with sleeping cots for their night at the airport.

Drove home and walked in the door at 1:30. 6 hours after I was supposed to be on the plane.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

65 Years ago today...

guys my nephews age were on and preparing to be on a beach swarming with Nazi's and their pillbox's. A pillbox is a concrete bunker, usually the concrete is about 4 feet thick, with a "window" about 1 foot by 3 feet to see and shoot out of. The Nazi's had these pillbox's all along the beach pointing their machine guns at our boys as they hit the beach.

The music you hear was on the hit parade in 1944. If they had had Ipods, many of them would have been listening to this music as they prepared to storm Normandy.

If you find yourself in a patriotic mood this evening and want to watch something WWII D-Day ish, you can't go wrong with any of these choices:

Ike: Countdown to D-Day

Band of Brothers

Saving Private Ryan

Whatever you do today take some time to remember the greatest generation.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

I finally did it...

What is it you ask? Well, yesterday I was giving the tee a trim when I raised the clippers and with one small swipe joined the legions of those across this nation to became a member of this not so exclusive club.

I now have to shave my ears. My ears!?!

I joined the back shaving club decades ago. I chalked that up to virile manhood. Ear shaving is just...old. All that's left is to start wearing my pants around my neck, having dinner at 4:00 and begin referring to Kelly as "Mommy".

Ian has invented a few more "Ianisms" as I like to call them. It has been a while since I blogged about his vocabulary prowess. So here goes. At Easter lunch after church and hearing people say "Happy Easter" all morning long, we were all quietly eating our meal when Ian shouted out, "Happy Easter eggs!"

Before getting in the pool it is important for us to protect ourselves from the suns rays by applying "sunscream".

The other day Ian set up a pillow here and a pillow there and began to run around over and under them. He informed us he was running his "Popsicle course." Just like they do on Wipeout. That is correct son. They run through an obstacle course.

A commercial came on for an aquarium. A shark came on the screen and Ian yelled,"Ooh, a shark!". The next image on the screen was a killer whale. Ian said with great exuberance, "A whale!" The last image was a school of Jellyfish complete with gelatinous cores and tentacles. Ian saw this and said, "Look Daddy! Jelly Beans!"

I had a few Barney Fife moments this week with the kiddos. Madison was chosen to be a part of a bilingual program that is an accelerated thing. On top of the ACT or ACE program she was chosen for earlier. Well, the guy who ran the program was a little skeptical before they tested her assuring us that not every child is cut out for these classes. Well Madison scored a 97%! Take that bureaucrat!

At the Stark elementary fair today they had a toilet paper toss. You throw full toilet paper rolls through toilet seats at about 10 feet. The lady handed Ian the roll and we told him to move closer. He said no he wanted to do it from where the big kids were throwing. He hummed the first two rolls right through the toilet seat on the top row. Did I mention he was holding a sucker in his left hand. The next time he was holding the sucker in his right hand when the roll went through the toilet seat.

There was another game there where you throw an egg at circles with point values. The larger the point value the smaller the circle, It went from 1 to 25 by 5. Ian got 3 eggs, again with the sucker in his left hand. He proceeded to hit the 15, 25 and the 1 circle on 3 throws. One of the kids working the booth was quite impressed.

Reagan is so darn cute I just Barney Fife around her all the time.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Musings

Have you seen this commercial?

If I had a Mastercard, I’d print this ad out frame by frame and sent it along with my shredded card.

Can we learn from our children? Or course! They are honest, brave, unsullied souls who can see so much keener than us because their hearts are not clouded by the false wisdom of experience. Right?

Right: boooshwa. Listening to the wisdom of the wee isn’t an entirely new idea, but I suspect you’d find scant evidence before the sixties. In old TV shows and movies the kids might have an idea, or a theory, and the grown-ups would be too busy pursuing a red herring to pay attention. At the end the cop would push his hat back and scratch his forehead, the universal gesture among old cops when confronted with a youngster who figured things out. But usually kids were seen, heard, loved - and instructed.

If they’d intimated that Mastercard can be used to placate your humorless little eco-scold, no one would have minded much. But no: the child is making his father a better man. It’s nice to see that Dad exists in a state of such unearthly perfection that the only means of betterment consist of abjuring incandescent lighting for pig-tailed CFLs, right? Alas: dad is a scoff-law who lets the tap run, uses doubleplus ungood bulbs, and doesn’t correct the clerk when the food is put in a cornstarch bag, perhaps because he’s thinking about his job, the cutbacks and layoffs, the tiresome daily scrum of adult life. He works hard, but of course he could work harder - he has a part-time job so he can stay at home with his son. Mom’s full-time. He downshifted so someone would always be there when Ethan came home from school. This makes him an okay man, I guess.

Isn’t it interesting how Dad looks like the sort of delayed-adolescent types most likely to be already concerned about these things, and spending his day working on developing websites for sustainability, hosted on servers powered by methane captured from pig excreta? For that matter, who would like this ad? Wives who regard their husbands as overgrown boys in need of the Moral Guidance of those who will inherit the earth, perhaps.

One more thing: if the kid didn’t learn these steps to righteousness at home, where did he get them?

What is it with potato chip bags? When you buy them they seem all robust and plentiful. Then you pop open the bag and all the air used to make the illusion of fullness rushes out as fast as your enthusiasm. It's not everyday you spend $4 on a bag of air with a few chips in it. Almost, though. Oh, they say it is for packaging and the chips don't get broken that way. Uh huh.

I was on the plane the other day and the flight attendant came over the speaker 3 times to tell everyone to turn off their cell phones. All because the person sitting caddy-corner to me was furiously texting to make sure all the critical correspondence was completed before the two hour flight. She finally came over and made the guy stop. He begrudgingly turned off the phone. Not much of a story really except for the fact the guy was 85 years old if he was a day. Do you think he thought of this scenario sitting around the radio listening to Amos and Andy?

Friday, May 22, 2009

This is sickening, maddening, frustrating...

The credit card part not the gun part.


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Obama signs law curbing surprise credit card fees

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Time to do some early Christmas shopping...

Or should I say early Obamamas shopping

You did notice who sponsored that site, right?

The New York freakin Times. The main stream media (MSM) is not even trying anymore. They have dropped all semblance of objectivity.

And there is no going back. But at least they are all losing money hand over fist; so, we got that going for us.

Friday, May 8, 2009

It's been a while...

since I've had the time to post. I have been extremely busy. As has Kelly, keeping the home fires burning.

Big goings on here. For those of you who don't know, I have been doing a lot of work in Chicago. It has been going very well. The CIO and I have similar business philosophies, political leanings and scariest of all senses of humor. He wants to talk about making it permanent. And yes that would involve moving.

This is an opportunity the likes of which I have never seen and may not see again. I could theoretically be the CIO of this company in 2 to 3 years.

It would mean a better life for us. Not that our life isn't good now. As a matter of fact, I am constantly doing the Mutley dive and the Barney Fife. We are truly blessed.

Is it possible to be more blessed?

Which cliche do we follow? "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth" or "Once in a lifetime"?

As we speak, I am accruing more clients here in DFW. The only problem, it is not permanent. If they decide 6 months from now to go another way or just stop developing in my software, I am SOL. Chicago is full-time. Insurance. Steady pay-checks. Room for advancement.

White Christmasses.

We have some decisions to make. I just hope they are the right ones.

But the way I figure it; if Kelly, Madison, Ian and Reagan are with me, it will be the right decision.

I'll keep you posted.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Raising Arizona

Time for a new feature on Thepfaffys...

Computer Animated Lego People Theater!

They will be discussing politics, acting out movie scenes, whatever my feeble mind can come up with.

Enjoy!

Thursday, April 16, 2009

If this is indicative of our college students...

mental capacities, I fear for this country.

I just saw a story on the news about this being the anniversary of the Virginia Tech shootings. It segwayed into a story about how some students at UT were commemorating this anniversary by participating in a walkout of classes and marching over to the capitol to show their disapproval of a bill making it legal to carry concealed hand guns on college campuses.

I realize that is a long sentence so go back and read that again. I'll wait...

Surely one student in the throngs of tree-hugging granola-eating liberals saw the irony in all of this. Surely.

Keep in mind, at the time of the shootings and still today, it is illegal to have a firearm on the Virginia Tech campus. That didn't seem to stop the homicidal maniac from popping off 32 of his classmates.

You know what might have? One of those victims carrying a concealed handgun.

So the brainiacs at UT are protesting a bill that if it were enacted at VT might have actually prevented the massacre at VT on the anniversary of the massacre at VT.

That is the liberal mindset to a tee.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Do we expect anything less...

Most regular church-goers have heard their less scrupulously observant fellows called "Christmas and Easter Christians." Well, they also have their counterparts in the mainstream media: "Christmas and Easter Anti-Christians." How else to explain the spate of skeptical, negative stories that inevitably accompany the two most important Christian holy days?

This Holy Week has been typical. Newsweek proclaimed "The Decline and Fall of Christian America" on its cover. The Washington Post/Newsweek "On Faith" blog featured a post that belittled the significance of Jesus' death and resurrection. The Discovery Channel aired a documentary that painted Jesus as little more than an opportunistic politician who caught a bad break in a trial.

These are just the most notable recent instances of secular media's disdain for traditional Christians and the tenets of their faith. Anti-Christianism is the last acceptable prejudice. The assault on Christian beliefs and morality is ongoing. Take for example the howls of outrage when the Pope reiterated Catholic teaching on abstinence.

But because Easter is so central to understanding Jesus and His purpose, and to Christians' own understanding of the world, the secular attack escalates during Holy Week. It takes on more existential dimensions, questioning Christianity's relevance in the modern world, the meaning of Christ's lessons and ultimately, His divinity.

Depending on your point of view, Jesus was either a charismatic populist crusader, a doctrinaire Marxist or "do your own thing" feel-good guru. Anything but the Son of God. If that's what you think of Him, it's easy to see why you would question His relevance.

End of Christian America?

In Newsweek's April 14 Cover story, "The End of Christian America," editor Jon Meacham argued that the falling numbers of self-identified Christians in America is a "good thing" and "the decline of and falls of the modern religious right's notion of a Christian America creates a calmer political environment and, for many believers, may help open the way for a more theologically serious life."

Meacham keyed his article around the March 2009 American Religious Identification Survey results that showed 76 percent of American identify themselves as Christians, compared to 86 percent in 1990. He also noted the rise in number of Americans who now state they have no religious affiliation, 15 percent compared to 8 percent in 1990. To Meacham, this is a good sign.

While we remain a nation decisively shaped by religious faith, our politics and our culture are, in the main, less influenced by movements and arguments of an explicitly Christian character than they were even five years ago. I think this is a good thing - good for our political culture, which as the American Founders saw, is complex and charged enough with without attempting to compel or coerce religious belief or observance. It is good for Christianity, too, in that many Christians are rediscovering the virtues of a separation of church and state that protects what Roger Williams, who founded Rhode Island as a haven for religious dissenters, called "the garden of the church," from the "wilderness of the world."

Meacham tempered his argument by proclaiming "rumors of the death of Christianity are greatly exaggerated." Other findings, such as a decline in self-identified "moderate-to-liberal Protestants" and that one-third of Americans consider themselves born-again Christians, noted by ARIS authors as a "movement towards more conservative beliefs and particular ‘evangelical' outlook among Christians," caused Meacham to admit, "there is no doubt that the nation remains vibrantly religious - far more so, for instance than Europe."

At least one person gave the article it's proper due. Talk radio host, author and CMI Advisory Board member Michael Medved called Meacham's characterization of the survey results an "outright lie" on the April 6 "Fox and Friends," and pointed out the timing of the story's release:

Isn't it perfectly timed for Holy Week? Here we are coming up in the Jewish community, we're going to be celebrating Passover, Christians are going to be celebrating Good Friday and Easter Sunday so Newsweek tries to get a little bit of attention by insulting that overwhelming majority of Americans that describe themselves as Christians.

Medved also noted that Newsweek's "End of Christian America" claim was particularly ironic, since the magazine had run "a big cover story on the faith of Barack Obama ...because the overwhelming majority of Americans say they won't even vote for an atheist for president in Christian America."

Medved proposed that the rise in the number of people without a religious affiliation is because, thanks to the mainstream media, a lack of faith no longer carries much of a stigma. He told FNC's Gretchen Carlson, "It's more respectable to come out and say that I'm atheist. There have been a lot of books about it by Christopher Hitchens and Sam Harris and Richard Dawkins and they've been best-sellers." His statements echo the findings of last year's "The Apostles of Atheism," in which CMI found 80 percent of feature stories about atheism or atheists in 2007 had a positive tone and none negatively portrayed it.

"On Faith" or "No Faith?"

Erik Reece, author of "An American Gospel: On Family, History and the Kingdom of God" used the April 3 Newsweek-Washington Post "On Faith" blog to rant against Easter in which he expressed disbelief in Jesus' resurrection:

American Christianity has historically been focused so obsessively on the Nicene Creed -- which says Jesus was the son of God, who was crucified for our sins and rose from the grave three days later -- that it never made much room for the actual teachings of this radical Jewish street preacher.

That's why I'm against Easter. It celebrates the death of Jesus nearly to the exclusion of his life. If the Easter miracle can save us from this life, then why bother with the harder work of enacting the kingdom of God here? It is, after all, much harder.

This is a negation of the singular cornerstone of Christian faith: Jesus' death and resurrection. Jesus came to this earth, not simply to give us guidance on how to live a good life and play nice with each other, but to give us eternal life with God. He had to overcome temptation to live a perfect, sinless life, die and triumph over death in his Resurrection to fulfill the promise of us living in the kingdom of God.

The Bible teaches that faith and living by Jesus' teachings go hand-in-hand. James 2:17 states, "faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead." Just as Christians cannot be saved by deeds alone, their belief in Jesus spurs them to act as He teaches.

In the long history of Israel, a nation whose understanding of itself came largely from the mouths of prophets, we can surmise that there was no shortage of "radical Jewish street preachers." Only one changed the entire course of human history. He didn't do it with just words.

"Who Was Jesus?"

The Discovery Channel aired an original three-part documentary called "Who Was Jesus" that premiered on Palm Sunday. Focused on Jesus' "Childhood," "The Mission" and "The Last Days," scholars tried to paint a human portrait of Jesus, using archeological evidence to ponder what life must have been like for Jesus. The portrait that emerged might have written for the World Workers Party (or the Obama Campaign.)

More importantly, the producers failed to explore the fundamental Christian principle that Jesus is at once fully man and fully God.

Narrator Hasani Issa's final words of the series summed up the picture it painted, "The young man with a mission, the charismatic leader who sacrificed everything in the hope of a better world."

Viewers could not be faulted for thinking they were watching a biography on any populist politician, rather than a documentary about the Son of God.

Part 1, "Childhood," laid the groundwork for the argument that Jesus' later teachings came as a direct result of his socio-economic status as a child. Issa wondered, "Was the compassion he showed for others in his later teaching rooted in his own experience?" Later Issa noted, "On a Sepphoris market day, the young Jesus must have been all too aware of the increasing gulf between poor people like him and the wealthy few."

An exchange between co-host Byron McCane, a religion professor and archeologist from Wofford College, and University of La Verne professor Jonathan Reed at the site of a grand home from the period further illuminates this idea:

McCane: To what extent to you think Jesus would have been aware of this kind of property

Reed: To me, it's pretty clear that Jesus, even if he doesn't come inside this house, he understands, just by looking at the outside of it, even from a distance, that there are people that have sort of a much higher level of wealth and status than he does.

Rachel Havrelock, touted as a biblical scholar from the University of Illinois at Chicago, wondered how Mary told Jesus He was the Son of God. Later, when speaking about how Jesus must have admired the Jewish priests He learned from during a visit to Jerusalem when He was 12, Havrelock opined, "So if someone like Jesus wanted to speak to a crowd and impress them, it would certainly be done through preaching."

Havrelock and her co-hosts appeared to not understand first, that Jesus is also God, and would not need Mary to tell Him He's the Son of God, and second, that Jesus didn't preach to "impress" people but to bring the word of God to people.

Issa began "The Mission" by saying, "Jesus, a people's crusader on a lethal collision course with the Roman Empire."

Havrelock carried that theme, noting, "We can imagine Jesus as a young man, unhappy with the situation in his time and hungry for change and wanting to leave home and become part of some movement advocating for change."

Baptist minister and theologian Allen Callahan charged that Jesus, in His preaching, miracles and encouraging people to follow Him, has "got an agenda - free food, free medical care, free education. And with that agenda, he's not just transforming individuals - there's something bigger going on here." Havrelock asserted, "He also gains a kind of political power by amassing these followers here."

Again, by painting Jesus as an ACORN activist, they all missed the point that Jesus' actions and words had no purpose but to glorify God. After raising Lazarus from the dead, (a miracle not discussed during "The Mission") Jesus says, "Father, I thank you that you have heard me. I knew that you always hear me, but I said this for the benefit of the people standing here, that they may believe that you sent me," as noted in John 11:41-42.

Allen went so far as so say Jesus "was extraordinary, but, no, he was not unique" in performing His miracles. Yes, there were others who miraculously healed people but only one did so in the name of God the Father. That makes Jesus unique.None of the scholars said anything about Biblical accounts that said Jesus lived a perfect, sinless life.

"The Last Days," the final segment, explored what is now considered Holy Week and went through Jesus' triumphal entry, the Lord's Supper, Good Friday and the first Easter morning but still failed to portray Jesus as anything other than a human.

Issa questioned why if all disciples were present when the Romans arrested Jesus in Gethsemane, "how was it that none of them went down with their leader?" And after recounting Peter slicing off the ear of one guard, Issa noted "Jesus stepped in to prevent any more violence" but failed to relate that Jesus also healed the guard's ear. He counts the Biblical account of what happened in Gethsemane as "an early example of spin-doctoring."

Callahan agreed, "The story is being told on behalf of those survivors. Some of those survivors are now leadership, in the leadership of the community. You don't want to say that they all turned tail and ran. What you say is Jesus was looking out for them and had their best interests at heart, and because he didn't want to resist violently, there was no violent resistance.

Callahan apparently does not understand that Jesus did have their best interests at heart. John 17: 6 - 17 details how He prayed for them that night. As recorded in verse 15, "My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you protect them from the evil one."

As for Jesus' resurrection, Issa said, "Rational analysis alone cannot resolve the 2,000-year-old debate over what had happened here [in the tomb] since sunset on Friday night."

With that, Issa finally got to the concept of faith. Faith is "belief that is not based on proof." Christians are called upon to accept the Bible as the inerrant Word of God, as fact. They don't need archeologists or biblical scholars to prove these things happened.