Real Name: Mike Austin Gender: male Date of Birth: August 20, 1950 Member Since: October 11, 2005 Last Signed In: October 09, 2008 Profile Views: 2593 Blog Views: 14605 Achtung! Gotten Himmel! Stop The Presses - Keep the Loon Over For Another Shift Charges Leveled That O.J. Jury Just Settling A Score 700 Mil...., No, 800 Mill, and Rising........ The Fall Classic - Classic Results, and a Prediction Prime Rib Wandering Aimlessly, While Folks Trample One Another That's 700 Billion Folks....With a B(u) A Cool Hand Indeed I Am Bad....Am I Bad? Bump Post..... Reddy Kilowatt - Wanted Dead or Alive - or Live Better Electrically October 05 November 05 December 05 January 06 February 06 March 06 April 06 May 06 June 06 July 06 August 06 September 06 October 06 November 06 December 06 January 07 February 07 March 07 April 07 May 07 June 07 July 07 August 07 September 07 October 07 November 07 December 07 January 08 February 08 March 08 April 08 May 08 June 08 July 08 August 08 September 08 October 08 
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A while back, in what I thought was a lucid moment, I made a vow to ease up on the Bush bashing. The last couple of days of stories off the wire about the man's proclamations and decisions regarding our international policy, have led me to believe that maybe I was a bit premature in calling off the hounds.
As I recall, just before election time, likely in a half hearted attempt to appease voters, El Prez indicated he was dropping the "stay the course" terminology. That does at least to me, seem to contradict yesterday's proclamation that we're not leaving until "the job is done", particularly in light of the fact that the bipartisan commission has come in with a recommendation for a gradual pullout. Whatever, I'm sure they'll clarify this all for us soon. Let's move on to a more serious issue, the nuclear threats and saber rattling going on with North Korea. In a swift and decisive and bold move, our illustrious leader has gone straight to the top. For the head of the snake, so to speak. And what you ask, have we done to the strike fear in the heart of the leader of this axis ov evil????? WERE WITHHOLDING HIS TOYS! No ****! That's it. We're denying the guy IPods, Segways, Harleys, Rolex watches, and personal watercraft. Holy crap! We're playing with matches next to a powder keg here. What would constitute escalation at this point? Upping the ante by revoking the passports of Elvis impersonators planning to go and entertain Kim Jong Il? I can't wait until the naval blockade goes up and a fishing boat with is discovered trying to sneak through with a load of MP3 players and Marlboro 100s, concealed under a big pile of menhaden and seaweed.
So I suppose the Austin boys'll be a wearin' kilts and plaid knickers on the morn.......by order of the Guv - too bad it warn't Kinky.....
End of summer, that is. Guess I shouldn't complain though. We've had a really pleasant fall this year, albeit a rather warm and extended one. Grey-Beard Loon has been on a natural high of sorts, treating us to postcard quality bayfront sunsets and spending his days on the porch revelling in this weather that the Chamber of Commerce would like the snowbirds to believe abounds year round (we who have had our little bare feet stuck to the melted asphalt in August down here, know better, don't we?)
I got in a late afternoon, and finishing after dark bicycle ride in the woods last night. Saw a bevy of miniature Copperheads and one big ol' Cottonmouth, crossing the trail just before sunset. I'm guessing they were out doing what Mother Earth was urging them to do - to fatten up on some mice and such and look for a log to coil up under where it will be warmer in a couple of days. Hopefully, I'll get one more ride in tonight, just before the bottom drops out tomorrow... According to my good friend and renowned cold weather expert, Dr. Titus Balsak, come tomorrow afternoon, some shrinkage will ensue, as we are on course to get our first Arctic blast of the year. He says this will be the one to close the door on this summer and get the Indians gathering wood and the squirrels looking for a warm place for their nuts. I am a summer person by nature and lately the Caribbean has been tugging at me as it has not for some time now, but I'm also pretty good at adapting and playing the hand I'm dealt. Soooooo, while having been wading in the warm bay water and stringing up flounder as recently as a week ago,    it looks like it may just be time to put away the gig and lantern and break out the skis, boots, poles,  .........and long johns and get set for what promises to be a cold snowy one this year - at least that's what old Dr. Balsak is telling me......
Well, most of you know by now, whether or not you are, but if you do not, you will surely find out in the upcoming days and months. In the engineering and construction business, "sparky" refers to an electrical engineer, designer, or craftsman, which I am by profession. That's not what I am talkng about here though. What I am referring to is a person who by nature, tends to retain and discharge high amounts of static electricity when conditions are just right.
You should know if it's you or not by now. If the dog tucks his tail and runs under the bed when you approach with outstretched hand during the winter months, that could be a clue. I for one fall into that category. On a dry winter's day, I can lean up against a metal file cabinet, and jump a spark an inch long through my shirt. I am careful not to drop my pants too fast in the can, for fear of setting my leg hair on fire and igniting the rolled up sports section in my back pocket. I have taken to carrying a loose key or a pocketknife in my pocket at all times, for the sole purpose of using them as a grounding device or spark arrestor. As I'm afraid that sooner or later, I may end up welding the key to a doorknob, I am currently working on a design for an metal ankle band with a lead running over my heel to the sole of my boot to discharge me with each step. While there may still be some fire concerns with this approach, I fear that if I don't, I may end up with a kind of different ankle monitor. The type of ankle monitor that criminals are required to wear to track their whereabouts, because the U.S. Forest Service will surely require it of me sooner or later as a means of keeping me out of the woods when the fire danger is high......... Can anyone explain why some of us are more charged than others. I am pretty sure that this phenomenon has cost me a couple of motherboards, sound cards and modems to date!
Okay - a rant here. At Halloween, I got countless photos of pumpkins in suggestive arrangements. At thanksgiving, ditto - but with turkeys........come on Jesus - Christhannukwanzmas is right around the corner.
I am so tired of getting crap in my e-mail and having things I enjoy or could find of use, screened out or rejected, that I have penned a little form letter as a reply to those who attempt to send me something which gets screened: Thanks for taking the time and the thought to share whatever it was you sent to me.....I’m sure that what you sent was really cool/relevant/useful/entertaining……………g******! Thanks to our Net Nazi, “Websense” however, only about 25% of all web pages and about 10% of all attachments actually make it through to me without being captured. Even more perplexing, is that while helpful things and useful things like "how to" websites, snow reports, good recipes, Astro’s news, Little League team websites, (okay, maybe a dirty joke or two) are filtered out, what DOES make the cut, are lame chain letters, photos of hunters gloating over their dead prey, photos/stories of George Bush/Hilliary Clinton saying something stupid, photos of Brittney Spears vagina, Lindsay Lohan’s boobs, Paris Hilton’s pets, and countless pieces of spam e-mail. Go figure. If you want to send it again and try changing the .mpg/.wav/.mp3 extension to something more benign like .txt or .DOT (I'll change it back when I get it). Maybe, just maybe we can trick the system into letting me have a look at it (right after I check out Brittney's c-section scar). Maybe it's time to move on and upgrade the beta version of the First Amendment to Amen 1.0.2(the cyber version).
Just caught a snippet on the news here in Houston about a plot in the works of a scheme for Mexicans to sneak accross the border and randomly kidnap Americans and take them back across the border and execute them.........
I'm pretty sure my plan won't pass the ACLU litmus test, but here it is: Lets move TDC's death row from Huntsville to some nice shallow stretch of the Rio Grande and disguise it to look like a country club. As a matter of fact, we could work out some sort of death row clearinghouse arrangement with all of the other states, in particular, those already a bit squeamish about the whole death penalty thing. Way I see it, it's a win-win deal. Justice served and the dirty work done by drug cartels who are quite efficient at it, and I'm guessing they would have a field day with any ballsy anti-death penalty protesters who might venture down south to try and intervene........
I'll not beat the war drums over my distaste for this particilar holiday, but I really hope you all enjoy your days away from the office as much as I plan to.
For those of us fortunate enough to be down here in south Tejas, it looks to be a several day stretch of Chamber of Commerce weather. Get out and play, people! I'm headed for the coast and a date with self control when faced with the spread that awaits. After reading Loon's blog on "Beans for breakfast" I sure thought about it this morning....Instead, I opted for a boiled huevo, some kiwi, fruit, a b'nanner, and a Eggo with the last of the Steen's I could squeeze out of the bottle........(Steen's Blue Ribbon Pure Cane Coonass syrup - it's like peeing in the shower - when you think it's all gone, just run a little warm water over it and, Viola!) oh yeah, and a coupla strong cups of java with the turbinado booster added. I do so enjoy my breakfast. The daily breakfast problem for me, is that due to my peso chasing, office du jour, technogypsy nature and the fact that I abhor traffic and consequently show up for work at 5AM so I don't have to share the roads with amateurs, I am usually stuck with whatever the local in-house greasy spoon serves up or I have to make it myself at the coffee bar. I'd elaborate more on that concept and toss in my "office fridge" story here, but nah, I think I'll save that one for another time. Okay, dammit, I'll say it........ Happy Thanksgiving folks!
Awesome stuff, huh? Annnnnd it sells like chicken fried watermelon! I'm sorry, I caught a piece in the entertainment section of the Chronicle on the "Second Coming" of Jay-Z. That alone ought'n to rankle the Vatican Cult and the Wednesday and Sunday Baptiste's huh?
Personally, feel like I caught the Chron folks in a couple of grammatical errors by using the words "rap" and music in the same sentence without a "not" between them. I'll have to confess to not actually owning any of Jay-z's music, but I did sleep in a Holiday Inn Express last night...... I mean I did read about where he's stabbed one guy over a record deal. With all that money he's made already, on those nasty lyrics and on the violence they promote, what else could he possibly prove, by coming out of retirement? Maybe he can get started working on his girlfriend Beyonce' and see if he can top his success so far by turning her into a crack whore like Bobby Brown did for the once beautiful and talented Whitney Houston......
Actually I doubt I created this situation, but I certainly am guilty of being an enabler by virtue of providing the tools and surfing schooling. I'm not talking Beach Boys or Jan and Dean here, but rather the two naught, naught, six version, with a computer instead of a Hobie longboard. Kids being home for the holiday with a friend looking after them whilst mom and I toil to pay for the roof , computer, and DSL bill, I thought I'd give 'em a loving good morning call from dad.......
It went something like this: dad: hey bud, good morning what's up? Big kid: nothing really...... Dad: being a good boy for the sitter? Big kid: yep (covers the phone and yells something to little kid downstairs) Dad: o.k. buddy, love you. can I talk to z-man? B.K.: he's downstairs pulling cheats on the computer....... Dad: Say what? B.K.: Cheat codes - for the P.S.II game I'm playing......... Me: oh....... I suppose if it's online help and they found it, I shouldn't worry, huh? It is a bit troubling or at least perplexing how this has all evolved.......When I was nine and eleven, I was clothespinning playing cards on my Schwinn to make motorbike sounds come from the spokes. I suppose it's not that unusual that forty plus years later, my elementary schoolers would be using Pentagon level espionage software to glean secrets to trick their video games and beat them..........is it?
Dignity
 Don't you wonder what these once icons of their acting/singing/dancing and entertaining professions are thinking when they finally snap, and do so in such a public spectacle? I'm guessing Mr. Seinfeld and Ms. Louis-Dreyfuss were both thinking "Christ(hey, someone has to pay retail), I'm glad he waited until after the series cashed out to pull this ****"! Then there was Mr. Gibson's anti- Semitic rant, and of course Ted Haggard's little back door tryst. I'll tell you what I think. I think these folks have had the bias, and hate and rage (and in Haggard's case, the good old lustful Christian hypocracy of having your cake and eating him too) inside them all along, but under wraps while they were building their fortunes and their following. Some of them apparently have reached a point that when they have more money than God and the Catholic Church (which in itself speaks volumes about us as a society and what we'll pay to be entertained), and they are so stressed by their hate and the rigors of accumulating their wealth, that at some point they just snap and say "**** it" and the dam breaks and the truth comes out. Or the devil made 'em do it...... There's always rehab and a shot at redemption though, huh?
This is something you may want to look at before flying U.S Airways, and possibly other carriers. An actual crack was recently spotted in the window frame of a U.S. Airways DC-9. See it http://img108.imagevenue.co... target='_blank'>here
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At least that's how I see it....
Okay, my turn for one from the Eeewww files. Best I can tell, no two sneezes are alike, and the area between the two ends of the spectrum is quite vast. A few moments ago, I heard a co-worker sneeze - petite little oriental lady she was, and it was nearly inaudible. A dainty little rapid fire chi, chi, chi, chi, accompanied by a little grimace with each chi. My God, how does she reload that fast? when I sneeze, as a rule, it is what I like to consider the "classic" - an ah, ah, ah, choooo!, usually accompanied by a bit of a facial wind-up to serve as a warning it's coming. By the way, my theory on how long it takes from the first "ah" to the "choo" is directly proportional to, (and usually about a nanosecond less), than the time required to locate a Kleenex. The other end of the spectrum from my co-worker's little powder puff, would have to be the, hit the decks/dive in the foxhole, orgasmic explosion of snot, steam and nasty, germ laden DNA  It seems I recall hearing that one's heart stops at some point during a sneeze. I don't know if that's just an old wives' tale or not, but it brings to mind the memory of my old friend, and ex-father-in-law's sneezes. And I am not talking about HIS heart stopping, but rather those of the folks around him. I'd have to put Tommy's sneezes in the "Pearl Harbor" category - out of the blue, zero warning, drop a log causing, surprise attacks. In addition, they were not just nasal, but had a decible meter pegging vocal accompaniment that resembled what I would imagine a really pissed off, shrieking Chupacabra to sound like in a dark alley. Get my picture here? I am certain more than one trip to the underwear drawer was precipitated by one of this man's sneezes. I'll save my dog and cat's sneezes for another time......... So how do you sneeze? Are you a dainty Pfffft'er? an Ah-Choo'er? or a Mt.St.Helenian? Whatever........bless you!
Say it ain't so. Well okay, it ain't so. After reading the article about the council and the group that is looking to start a paddling club, I couldn't help but grin and relate a story of my own, involving paddling.
I'm not talking "licks" here, the ones that Bill Tindall or Aubrey Valentine used to wet themselves over when they were putting that "board of education" on my seventh grade *** in Seadrift, in hopes of making me a better man - or at least one who played by their rules.......nor am I talking about the paddling I did two years runnin' in the Texas Water Safari (finished it in '69, thank you very much). What I am referring to, is the high and mighty see all, know all 'Net Nazis that patrol our company computer networks. Not long ago, I was looking for some ideas for close places for my kids and I to take our canoe for some weekend lazy canoeing. The first place I Googled up, was a site called Southwest Paddlers. That's when I learned that Big Brother is watching, warning me that I was being denied entry to the website due to the potential of encountering "adult content". I can just envision the little guy who sits in his cube trying to stay one step ahead of our total moral meltdown, suspenders holding his polyester Sansabelt slacks up in a permanent wedgie, a comb over super glued to his shining scalp, one finger up his nose, one finger pecking out "paddling" on Wikipedia, clicking all the links and thinking "hmmm, paddling"....and remembering walking in on his parents during one of "those" bomb shelter parties during the Cuban Missle Crisis, the ones that shaped who he is today.............or maybe he still remembers the predicament his grandpa used to use to describe futility.....  Either way, Norbert, we aren't all freaks like you, so get over it and let us decide what's acceptable and what's not. If you see one of us headed to the can with the laptop, activate your "potty cam" and bust us that way!
  
 Just a little reality blog site to share with you all...... http://whitetrashmom.blogsp... target='_blank'>look here!
Well here we are - a week after the election. Winners' campaign signs are still cluttering up the corners and the fields. So are the losers' for that matter. I'm sure they'll rush right out and pull them all up........
TV has quieted down some. Instead of all the politicians spending corporate cash to get out the message of what lying rotten bastards their opponents are, in the pockets of the corporations, they can all, get back to living up to what earned them their reputation in the first place, being lying rotten bastards on the take, but spending the spoils on golf and travel rather than satellite tongue wagging, finger pointing and name calling. oh yeah, and for some, a little butt kissing. That would be those who forgot the rule: Careful, the toes you step on today may be connected to the butt you'll have to kiss tomorrow. Back to normal - so to speak.
I was actually watching (well listening) to a football game on TV when a commercial for TXU came on. It was Tom Tynan, a local TV/radio personality and host of home building/home repair type shows. A true legend in his own mind. He should try it on a workingman's pay, without manufacturers and home repair contractors standing in line with freebies to swap for endorsements.......
At any rate, the gist of this particular commercial, was something like this: TT: since my swtich to TXU a year ago, I am still seeing more money in my pocket. Duh.....It's called royalties, payday, quid pro quo idiot. Or did you just do the spot out of the goodness of your heart? They are a reseller, freak. Do you think the football watching public is as gullible as you obviously are?
I was talking tonight to an acquaintance about the election, and he said something to the effect of "the good guys are gonna take a hit". I, Woodstock Boy, will not begin to speculate here who Pat was alluding to as "good guys". He is a respected and very popular radio talk show host here in Houston on the airwaves and worldwide via streaming web broadcast. I am a fan of both him, as a journalist, and his son who is a baseball player in my son's Little League fall league.
Today though, was one of the remaining defining days of who we are as a civilization. Yes, civilization, as in Romans, Greeks, Israelites, Mesopotamians. Our Days may well be numbered as a society, but we are being recorded - digitally, which should make us the best documented civilization of all time. For all of that, guess what? We should be proud to be a part of the history of mankind - for better or worse - time will be the judge. But back to MY tonight, election day and the Little League game I was so fortunate to be a part of. Wanna hear about that? I hope so, because that is what life is about. One little guy took one in the ear and got a trip to the E.R. Part of the game, bless his little heart, I hope he's okay and remembers this story to tell his friends and his kids........ Know what else happened during the game? There was an incredible Apache Red moonrise that you should have seen. On top of that, something out in the cow pasture adjacent to the ballfield, got a magnificient chorus of Katy Prarie coyotes worked up to the point of providing those of us who recognized it, with a sweet acapella serenade. Now that I think about it, it probably was that clay red moonrise that got the pups to howling. Whatever........life is good. We still get to choose who gets elected, and there are still a few wild critters left within earshot of where my tribe and I reside. Oh yeah......we won, and my kid played a good game, pitching and hitting. But then, last game, Pat's Astros were down and came back and tied the score and we all went home winners. That is probably the message we should be trying to impart to our future generations: We're all in this thing together........
Okay, I did what was expected of me, and I certainly hope that as many of wou who could, did so as well. I'm going to tell on myself here a bit, as I once found myself in a position where I was denied the right to vote, and I remember the neutered feeling when it comes to our electoral process, and my right to be a part of it. That's why I voted today - because I CAN.
Just one more thing to think about, for anyone thinking that laws don't apply to you, or that you won't get caught. In my case, before most of you were born, back in the Woodstock era, I was about as Woodstock as they come. Had a little run in with the Texas Rangers and the Victoria County authorities regarding some agricultural import technicalities, which for a few years, served to put me in a status which cut my ties with the voting rights machine. Happy to say that ultimately, thanks to some factors probably best not mentioned here, I was able to, at a later date, be fortunate enough to have the whole matter rendered null and void, and certainly "not a thing to be a part of THIS family". But the real issue that troubled me at the time was the voting thing, and the loss of my right to "bear arms". I no longer "bear arms" or even own a firearm. Now, up front here, for anyone thinking that makes me an easy mark, I am awesome at close range with a Louisville Slugger, and equally adept with the multitude of blades I have scattered about. And for distance, I am not a bad archer either. Take that for what it's worth....... You see, I figured out a long time ago, that it's nearly impossible to hurt myself with a bat or a hunting bow - as long as I'M holding it.....
Time's a wastin'! I just passed someone in the hall(Management) and implored him to vote as well. His response? What does it matter anyway? He probably was a student of Stalin who said "doesn't matter who votes, just matters who does the counting".....or something like that.
Fact is though. If you don't vote, then don't b**** about the outcome. At least voting qualifies one to either crow about your guy gettin' in, or to complain about the one that did. (I suppose you could climb on board with the winner after the fact and say you voted for him as well). Like I'm sure there were a lot of Bushies in '04 who have long since ripped the big W off their bumper...... Besides, to take a line from the Loon, how many want to be able to get Kinky for a change??
Make that the "other' coalition. The right wing Christian one. Isn't it amazing how these guys keep getting caught waving their weiners, then start a crawfishing journey of initial denial, then as the evidence mounts, come clean in a piecemeal fashion. This guy Haggard, seems to have really screwed up in grand style don't you think? No hooker in a Baton Rouge hotel for Teddy boy. This clown put his ship into a full fleged tear the wings off vertical dive didn't he.
I think to some extent, it was the crank that helped his little perverted side to blossom. Some nasty stuff, that crystal. Though I doubt that it had much to do with the nature of the gender of his partner in his little tryst. His initial denials, reminded me of Clinton's - both times. "I smoked it, but I didn't inhale" And with Monica, I believe it was "I didn't impale" I reckon that this means Ted Haggard's little Monday morning phone chats with the White House are pretty much a thing of the past, huh?
Okay South Dakota - consider this the obligatory warning shot over the bow. You are hereby notified that "Cheney's Got a Gun" and he's headed your way for election day.
 Allegedly, this is who he's gunnin' for, but as the returns start to come in, I'd keep an eye on his mood. Ooops, wrong guy Ever notice how vewy much he looks like Elmer Fudd?
Try this.......
So here I sit - on Saturday, in the office, trying to somehow catch up with these piles of drawings and to do lists and post-its stuck all around me. Proof follows:
 Anyway, could be worse, and I'll bang this piece out as fast as the next guy working on Saturday to catch up, can take a smoke break. Good thing about Saturdays here, is the relative unimpeded work atmosphere. No distractions, nobody to tell NO! I am actually making some serious headway.....and on that note, I should quit and get back to it. An afterthought - my boys want to go to the Renaissance Fest. Hmmm. Weather is perfect. Getting there late will make for a sucky mile walk in though. But.....it will have us being there after dark - when the debauchery (hehe) and spirit of the occasion are in full swing, so that's not all bad either. And the sobering effect of that mile walk back to the car might come in handy as well........
Anyone remember when Olestra was introduced a few years back, as a fat free alternative for potato chips? I do. I also remember the eeewwww factor, associated up front, with the possible side effects product. At the time,(twenty pounds ago for me), I was also put off by the listed side effects - above average gas, explosive, bordering on spontaneous diarrhea. I am rethinking that now. Sounds to me like a weight loss plan when coupled with a good fiber and water diet. Unquestionably less addicting than amphetamines....Less poisonous than Drano with the same basic effect. After accidentally ingesting some of the chips a few minutes ago, (check back with me later) I was compelled to consider the possibilities and potential ramifications, as I prepare to dig for my Red Sox uniform for tonight's upcoming Little League game. Assuming I get through the evening with an unsoiled image (and pants), I can't help but consider the possibilities, should this chemical perform in my bowels(sorry) as the warning implies.
Let's consider, assuming that I can control this phenomenon, the possible future applications for the product. I'm thinking "grampa" toilet sound effects. A good time in my book, would be when I am comfortably settled in with the sports or obit section, and the young engineer in the next stall gets a silence breaking, obnoxious ringtone, cell call from his broker(or mom, girlfriend, kids teacher, etc). The second after he meekly says Shhhh "hello" shhh, I feel would be a most opportune time for a well placed wall rattling rectal reverb...... Do I really need to take this further? Maybe only to say that occupying the stall within sight (earshot?) of the door, might also be an option, so one could know when it was a good time to stifle and when to bugle, depending on the passing traffic and the need to impress or gross out, as deemed appropriate.......
In the way of the city working folks last evening, the girl and I hit home minutes apart with an unwritten, but nonetheless, etched in stone, well sand anyway, schedule of "must dos" before either of us would dare try and come up for air. With no room for cooking in the list, I hit Sampan for take out.
I didn't take the time, between replacing a door lock, errands and such to even look at my fortune cookie until I got home from work - early, today. It was almost an epiphany........ there before me were these words: "For a good cause, wrongdoing may be virtuous". WTF! That leaves a LOT to interpretation, now doesn't it? The first copy I make of it, I think I'll send to my ex wife, with a photo of my sons and I in our little league regalia.... I may even print up and laminate a few to keep on hand for presenting to the wife du jour on those occasions when conventional discussion is just not getting the job done, or as "get out of jail free" cards. Too bad I can't put one under the wiper of the time travelling DeLorean and send it back for Friar Tuck and Maid Marian to take before the Sheriff of Nottingham...... I am almost afraid to turn the fortune over and compare the numbers to the winning lottos from last night :o) Reckon George and Rummy, Rove and Deadeye Dick are secretly hanging on to the same fortune, for when it finally hits the fan for them?????
Please, do do feel compelled to comply with the title to this one - not on my behalf at least. I just thought it'd be a catchy title.....
I just read The Greybeard Loon's piece on one Loretta Nall, Alabama's own Libertarian gubernatorial candidate and a real pistol to boot. You probably should backtrack at this point and check out his story, then come back here to get your panty fetish fix. I caught Loretta's story on another site last week. the link put me at a site that told a story of her going to a 'Bama prison to visit her brother and of her being denied entrance for not wearing any panties..... there was a story to her reason for that as well, in fact, now as I recall, her mother was with her and was the one initially barred for violating Alabama's lackaknickers statute. The whole story as told by Loretta can be found by leaning over a bit and peeking right http://usmjparty.blogspot.c... target='_blank'>here Does Texas have such a law on the books? 
Not too sure how many folks who read this go to work outside the home versus how many are stay at home workers, but it's a subject that I have thought about and experienced from both sides. Though I am quite busy now in the current rush of refinery related engineering work, about four years ago, I spent the better part of a year out of work, save for some spotty delivery work, and as a commercial dive tender on a few occasions and some odds and ends home repair contracting. (I also got a bonus though, a little storm chasing and filming from within, thanks to Hurricane Claudette!) My wife, after a hiatus from the professional life for several child rearing years, dived headlong back into corporate existence, while I was relegated to the "domestic engineering" functions. Let me say right now, that any preconceived notions I might have had regarding staying home as opposed to "going" to work, were put to rest in short order. A year of "taking the kids here and there, washing, cleaning, going on field trips, cooking, and many other activities too numerous to mention, certainly served to give me a fresh perspective on what my wife and many others like her have done for years and do every day.
The cool part though, is that I wouldn't trade it for anything, least of all the year of lost income. It was a very rewarding time for my kids and I. I recommend it for anyone who has the chance to do it, for obvious, and some not so obvious reasons. One of the blog sites I frequent and enjoy had a pretty good take on the subject as well. Worth a look if you have the time, check it out Dr B http://bitchphd.blogspot.co... target='_blank'>here. An anon quote: "My wife & I had words this morning, but I didn't get to use mine..!" Thanks Billy |