Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Gerald R. Ford 1913/2006
I couldn't resist posting this picture of him with the cute little muscular Boston Terrier taken sometime back in 1916. I borrowed it from Wikipedia.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Abiagil was a Coon Dog back in her day!

Me feeding Thelma and Lewie at the turn of this century!

Monday, November 27, 2006

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Forty-seven Ronin

I was bored last night and tried to watch TV. But as usual....I get up during the commercial break and go to the computer to study what ever I'm watching on TV. The story of the 47 Ronin on wikipedia was a hell of a lot more interesting than the movie I was watching. Can you guess what I was watching?

I'll give you a hint; The second major car chase passes through a Paris tunnel that is remarkably similar to the site of the car accident that led to the death of Diana, Princess of Wales’ in 1997.

I taped the movie so I can watch it later and fast forward through the commercials!

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Happy Thanksgiving unless you're the turkey

A Turkey in my backyard. Who'd a thunk it?

A good day to visit Zelda.

And don't forget the Gem Sisters!

Also a good day to Time Travel!

Wednesday, November 22, 2006


To Abstain or not to Abstain,that is the question?

So far.....I'm an Absinthe Virgin. But one day I'm gonna bust that Cherry!

Bwwaaaaaahhhhhhh.....I just had to Youtube it

Absinthe Strange way?

Absinthe Correct way

Louching Absinthe

Most boring but perfect way

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Is it SAD, or is it just me?

Do I have Seasonal Affective Disorder?

The symptoms of SAD usually start for me about the same day that we roll the clocks back for daylight saving time.

Well....let's check out the symptoms and my opinions on these matters.

Sleep Problems: Well, there is less daylight and more time to sleep. The weather is getting cold and nasty outside, so naturally my body want's to friggin hibernate!

Overeating: Hell's close to know damn well I'm gonna make a pig out of myself, not to mention consuming mass quantities of adult beverages. I'm fueling my body for hibernation.

Lethargy: No shit.......I'm overeating and I'm trying to hibernate. Let me sleep!

Depression: Feelings of misery, guilt and a loss of self esteem from all the fat that is growing on my ass from overeating and oversleeping.

Social Problems: Irritability and desire to avoid social contact. Hell yea I'm irritable because everybody and their brother has the damn stores so crowded you can't go shopping, and besides...I don't want them to see my fat ass!

Anxiety: Nope symptoms there....I was born with tension and the inability to tolerate stress and it doesn't matter what the damn season is.

Loss of Libido: symptoms there......maybe there is hope?

Mood Changes: symtoms there......I'm always a moody beyotch!

Now for the Treatment: It's simple....just fast forward my ass to Spring!

Monday, November 20, 2006

I'm Feeling Lucky

I just found this tonight. GOOGLE! Go to the Google search engine, type in "Abigail & Emily," and hit "I'm Feeling Lucky."

If that doesn't work, try typing in "Abagator", and hit "I'm Feeling Lucky."

Also; go to Google Image Search and type in "Abagator" and hit "Search Images"

There should be about 6 pages of images!......Cool....huh?

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Saturday, November 18, 2006


That Bastard's book deal.

check out what a reporter from the Washington Post, EUGENE ROBINSON had to say below

O.J. Simpson's new book, "If I Did It," could launch a profitable series for publisher Judith Regan and her parent company, Rupert Murdoch's media empire. Let me suggest that she follow up with another snuff book, maybe "If I Shot My Wife in the Head" by Robert Blake, and then diversify into non-capital crimes with "If I Molested All Those Kids" by Michael Jackson.
Anyone who thinks I'm kidding probably clings to the illusion that Regan and the Fox television network have a morsel, a crumb, a mote, an iota of residual shame in what's left of their souls. Sorry, but the evidence shows otherwise.

Of course, many people thought the evidence showed that Simpson was guilty as hell. But Johnnie Cochran isn't around anymore, so maybe Regan and Fox will be showered with the opprobrium they deserve for letting the Juice do this booty-shaking end zone dance on the graves of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman.

Suppose you were put on trial for butchering your ex-wife and her lover in a blood-soaked frenzy - not that you'd ever do such a thing, of course, but going hypothetical is all the rage - and a brilliant lawyer managed to get you acquitted, despite copious evidence of your guilt. Wouldn't you withdraw permanently into quiet obscurity?

Instead, Simpson has interrupted his lonely, relentless search for "the real killer" to write and promote a new book, "If I Did It," that reportedly gives a detailed, gory, ostensibly fictional account of the murders he says he didn't commit.

I'm sure he needs the money. It's not as if he's going to be invited into the "Monday Night Football" booth anytime soon. But this abomination goes beyond exploitation of a brutal crime for financial gain. This is pathological.

Only a narcissist of the first order would be compelled to revisit the scene of the crime and walk us through the butchery, knowing that no one would take his use of "if" or "would have" as anything but a mocking formality - knowing that everyone would read the book as a true confession of his sins. Only a textbook narcissist would have such a warped need to bask once again in the limelight.

Memo to the Juice: Please go away. And take Regan with you. A former "reporter" for the National Enquirer, Regan became a sensation in the publishing world by satisfying humanity's bottomless appetite for slickly packaged trash. Her imprint, ReganBooks, is a division of HarperCollins, which is owned by Rupert Murdoch's News Corp.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Boom Car Assholes

Damn.....those darn door to door solicitors have really brought out the asshole in me tonight. This is my next venture below.

This is some reading info I will be handing out to the punks that disturb me with their trunk thumping audio systems that pull into Go Gas, Kangaroo, Piggly Wiggly etc. near my house.

"Nice version
Boom Cars
A boom car is a vehicle equipped with an audio system producing a powerful bass sound that can be heard and felt more than a block away. These vehicles are sometimes called trunk thumpers and street pounders. They cause noise pollution that disturbs millions of people each day. The pounding bass sound can rattle windows and travel through walls. Residents who live in dense urban communities are more likely to suffer from this noise. But as manufacturers continue to make more powerful sound systems, no community will be immune from this type of noise pollution.
People who drive boom cars consider it their right to play music at any volume they please. They regard their car as an expression of themselves and the louder it is, the bolder the statement that they can make. Boomers are typically lower-middle class males in their teens and twenties with some disposable income. They assume that their car will attract women and improve their social standing among their peers.
My version
Most likely you are an inconsiderate asshole if you are reading this message. Especially after I have just taken a digital picture of your car and license plate. I have a strong suspicion that you are also a recreational drug user, because no idiot in their right mind would want to ride around while their brain is vibrating from that shit you call music. If we need to call the police……make my day….lets do it punk.
I am doing my own research into this matter and I am going to post your picture on the Internet in what I will call my wall of “Shameless Assholes with Boom Car Audio Systems”.
Now that I have said my piece and you feel the need to conform to society and turn your hellish noise down to a level where it doesn’t disturb your neighbors……..then please forgive my indiscretions.
If not?
There’s not much I can do but visualize you being burned alive with a 1000 watt Bass speaker shoved up your ass.
I would never act on those thoughts, but I have to get some pleasure out of this bass thumping torture you have subjected me too.

Have a nice Day!"
No Soliciting.......Damn it!!!!!!

I've had about enough of those Damn Jehovah's witnesses and those little bastards with the refrigerated pickup trucks peddling their friggin beef and pork products.

I put up this sign

along with this message on my door today

"Shit……..I must live in Solicitors Central, cause every damn solicitor in Castle Hayne comes to my frigging door!!!

My friends and relatives know and accept me for the asshole that I am.

If I need to buy something, I’ll get off my fat ass and go to the store. I don’t need any damn thing you are selling.

As for you Damn Jehovah’s Witnesses…….Don’t push your dumb ass religion on me and I wont push your dumb ass down the steps. That goes for any other religious or political affiliate that thinks he or she needs to cram their views down my damn throat.

Just leave me the hell alone……Please!!!!!!! "

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

THRASHER by Neil Young
They were hiding behind hay bales,
They were planting in the full moon
They had given all they had for something new
But the light of day was on them,
They could see the thrashers coming
And the water shone like diamonds in the dew.

And I was just getting up, hit the road before it's light
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw those thrashers rolling by,
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin' like my day had just begun.

Where the eagle glides ascending
There's an ancient river bending
Down the timeless gorge of changes
Where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions,
Who were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science
Slashed the pearly gates.

It was then I knew I'd had enough,
Burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand
With a one-way ticket to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends I still don't understand.

They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed,
Nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations
Or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks and in the stations
They were waiting, waiting.

So I got bored and left them there,
They were just deadweight to me
Better down the road without that load
Brings back the time when I was eight or nine
I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.

Where the vulture glides descending
On an asphalt highway bending
Thru libraries and museums, galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with heated pool and bar.

But me I'm not stopping there,
Got my own row left to hoe
Just another line in the field of time
When the thrashers comes, I'll be stuck in the sun
Like the dinosaurs in shrines
But I'll know the time has come
To give what's mine.

Friday, November 10, 2006

I've always considered myself a Pessimist. I know it's not a good thing, but I have grown over the years. I've grown into a Pissimist. A PISSED OFF PESSIMIST!!!LOL

Friday, September 15, 2006

Sunday Driving with Ab & Em

That was a few pics of a Sunday adventure we took a while back. I love Appaloosas and they seemed pretty interested in us too!

Oh!!!!!and also....... Once in a while I like to ride around with Ab & Em and listen to a good ole Redneck Gospel Song...........Click below

Bless their little hearts!

And I just had to steal this from Ms.Mamma's Blog while I was at it.

Want to see what your name looks like in Russian? Just click Here. Just ignore all the crazy Russian lettering on the site,type your name in the text box and click to see what your name looks like in Russian.

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Now I know why I grew up to be such a disturbed individual! Too many Disney Moments! LOL!!!!

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Bas Rutten

Bas Rutten

Watch this video first

My Ex-Wife sent me that video clip! I guess she was reminiscing our self defense classes we took back in the early 90's ?

I'm definitely not living up to my redneck reputation because I didn't know who in the hell Bas Rutten was? But I loved his instructional video and he is quite the colorful commentator. He makes kicking someone's ass look like so much fun!LOL

I really need to study up on these moves, as I find myself in some pretty seedy Pool Halls from time to time.

I have one move that Bas failed to mention. It worked for me and is the quickest end to a fight I've ever had. I simply grabbed my victim by the gonads and the throat at the same time. He practically jumped 3 feet vertical. I didn't even have to lift him. I simply inverted him on the way down. His hands were still clutching his privates, and he didn't even see the sidewalk that was rushing up to meet his face!

I Googled Bas and Wikipediated him for all the best info!

Monday, August 21, 2006

Leopold Godowsky (1870-1938) Pianist of Pianists

I just happened across this picture of Leopold Godowsky holding what looks to be a beautiful Boston Terrier, and thought it worthy for a post. I can't find any info on his love for dogs?

I also found Bergamot and Emrys's photo below from while searching images of Boston Terriers on google. Be sure and check out all the wonderful photos in their archives!

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

I'm back! It's been a while since I've been motivated enough to post anything. Or maybe I just found a life away from this friggin computer? Te He He!

Someone sent me some Old Bluejacket's Patriotic & Nostalgic Flash Movies and I thought I would share them.

Hopefully it's enough to make you proud to be an American. I enjoyed every single flash movie in the line up and hope you do too! I try to stay away from political views on my blog, so if you don't enjoy portions of it, then just keep it to yourself.

Freedom isn't free, and our forefathers have paid the ultimate price for it. I hope we have the guts to keep it that way!

Yippy Kye Yay

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

There were seven Canine Angels,
At the alter of the Bowl.
They were waitin for left overs
To fill their hungry soul.
As soon as they had feasted,
and that bowl was clean.
There was thunder from the throne.
And seven Canine Angels,
Took another Angel home.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Fun In the Sun

Emily would rather chase the water hose than eat when she is hungry. I think she would chase it to point of complete exhaustion.

She loves to attack the stream of water the most and will attack the hose when I lay it down. She is trying her best to get some water to come out of it.

She rolled in some stinky earlier, and I think she does it on purpose because she knows she gets to play with the water hose before coming back inside.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Best friends I have had over the years!!!!!

Dozer & Gucci ...early 90's

Gucci loved her redneck Jacuzzi back in the late 80's

Dozer was a 4 Wheelin 70 pound hunk of burning love. Early 90's

Gucci loves to tease her puppy friends with her tennis ball. Mid 90's

Dozer, Gucci and a friend looking for treats around 93.

Gucci loved the water and was always ready to escort her mom on daily fishing expeditions. Late 90's

Rebok was a Daddy's girl. Late 80's

Rebok snoozing

Abigail as a pup in 99

I just felt the need to post Ab & Em's early years beore we got the computer and digital camera.

Emily with her mom 99

Emily & Abigal 99

Abigail with her Mom 99

We've got the whole world in our hands!!!!!!!

Abigail guarding her best buddy 99

Sunday, June 04, 2006

This Ode has a wonderful story behind it. In fact it has moved me enough to include it in my side bar.

Please click here and visit Molly's Ode before you go any further. Be sure and have your audio turned up too! you can get out some tissue and wipe those tears away!

I was Lucky enough to come across this spiritual work of art while visiting a wonderful young lady's blog. Let me introduce "Wysteria" of the Forest and her wonderful blog, "It's All About The Dogs" !

She had found Molly's Ode by chance while searching Google images for a photo of a father and son fishing to enhance her original post back in November of 2005. It touched her deep in her soul. She was so moved that she posted it right that minute at the bottom of the post she was originally working on. It had nothing to do with her original post, but there it sat, waiting to call out to me one day.

I had been lucky enough to visit her blog this last week or so, and exchange comment's as we bloggers do. We had made several comments on each other's blogs over the course of a week. I was interested enough to read more and more of her blog. Then one night I saw that picture of a young boy fishing with his dog and a description of how she found it. The picture just captured an innocent moment of the companionship of a boy and his faithful dog at the water's edge. It intrigued me and her description was calling me to explore it further.

I clicked on "An Ode To Molly" and looked at the first beautiful picture of Molly on the pier with her back to the camera and the heavenly clouds reflected in the lake. The picture captivated me. I was not aware of the loading of the other pictures or the music as I read; "My first dog who was a happy and adventurous friend and family member. Deceased Oct 16, 2004".

Then the music was loaded and gently started to play as I slowly scrolled down all the pictures that mirrored the life of this most beloved family member. I thought about all the wonderful dogs that I was lucky enough to love like this. The ones I had lost. The ones I will more than likely out live. It was somehow magically captured right here in front of me. I started crying. They were good tears. It was a mixture of Joy and Pain.

I left a comment to Wysteria thanking her for posting it. I would open the "Ode" several times in the next few days wanting to know more about Molly and her story. She was like a mystery to me.

Then one day as I was visiting Molly's Ode, I decide to back track the link in the address bar. I found Molly's friend, and creator of "An Ode To Molly", Mr. Saxon!

I emailed him, and he gave me permission to share her story here on my blog.

Below is the response just as he sent it to me. I feel like "Paul Harvey" here!


Hi Jimmy,

It had been quite a while since I'd looked at the page I set up in honor of Molly but it was just what I needed this morning. Thank you for picking up her story and bringing it full circle back to me.

I'm not entirely sure about the composer for Deep Peace but that sounds right. It was a piece I performed with an a capella group a couple years ago. It is a wonderful piece->peace.

Molly was born sometime in January 1996. In February '96, the local news station ran a story about 30+ dogs discovered trapped in an abandoned gravel pit about an hour north of where we live. There were multiple litters of puppies with emaciated parents. It had completely overwhelmed the small Mission Valley Animal Shelter and they were asking for good homes for all these dogs.

We loaded the kids in the car and drove up on the following Saturday morning. After a couple hours of meeting all the puppies, it was clear that one particular husky cross was coming home with us. The kids named her Molly on the way home.

She really didn't like being kenneled and much preferred to explore and make her rounds in our rural neighborhood. We even fenced a quarter acre for her and that just wasn't enough. We made a tough choice early on that we'd let her spend most of her time out and about.

About a year before she died, she was on one of her jaunts and didn't comeback. We scoured the mountain behind our house, all the neighborhoods for miles in either direction and didn't find her. After a few months, we'd given up hope. Six months later, we received a phone call about a dog from someone 15 miles away. We were quite skeptical but rushed down there and discovered Molly, no worse for the wear, and happy as could be to see us. The people who had called said they found her running around their neighborhood which was in a much more urban setting. We tried to find out where she'd been and what she'd been up to without any success.

A myth started that she'd hopped a train to Vegas to try her luck, lost all her money, spent some time on the street and decided she'd better get back to Montana. She stayed much closer to home after she came back from 'Vegas' but in the end, her wandering resulted in her death.

While my wife and I were out of town in October 2004 for a UM Grizzly Football game, she was struck by a car and killed crossing a road near our house. Our daughter received the phone call and with my mother went to retrieve her.

We knew that our choice to let her run free was potentially life threatening, but we also knew how much she hated to be stuck in her kennel or 1/4 acre. Although it was extremely difficult to lose her (twice really), we are still happy we let her live free and happy.

We had a small service and buried Molly up the hill on our property where she used to hang out. We had 8 wonderful years with her. Plain and simple, she was a great friend and member of our family.

Thanks again,
Molly's family


OK....back to me now. I'm sure I wil be editing this post for quite some time. I just don't feel like I can do it justice. My lack of writting skills is an embarrassment.

Below are the lyrics to the song Saxon chose; "Deep Peace" by Bill Douglas featuring the Ars Nova Singers

Deep Peace

Deep peace of the running wave to you

Deep peace of the flowing air to you

Deep peace of the quiet earth to you

Deep peace of the shining stars to you

Deep peace of the gentle night to you

Moon and stars pour their healing light on you

Deep peace to you

Deep peace to you

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

You have got to see this website! This little dog's story will melt your heart.
This is a good video of Faith "Here"