This is just one of many we seen while traveling through Yellowstone Park. This old boy was about four or five feet from us but we let him have his merry old way. They can get as onery as a German lady.

Our trip was very good and we had a great time. The only drawback was we both had the flu before leaving and it would not let me enjoy the trip as much as I wanted. More pictures will be coming.

Now listen, it is New Year's Eve and I don't want to hear reports of any of you getting all snockered and doing things you normally would not. (Alice are you reading this?) Just enjoy the evening and be ready for better things tomorrow. We are having pizza and two movies. Harry Potter and Bourne Ultimatum (sp). I will go to bed and Cheryl will wake me up to say Happy New Year and that will be that. I am sooooooooooo boring.

Since I am Irish I have come up with a new theme song which goes like this...

"Oh Lord it's hard to be humble, when you're perfect in every way." and continues on from there. I thought it quite appropriate don't you?

Have a nice day everyone and since I have the month of January off I will probably do more blogging, I think.

I really did not think I would have time to post anything today but........

We are finally getting some much needed snow in our mountains. I only have two more days to drive until the end of January so I guess I can handle adverse conditions for two days... then let her rip.

Cheryl and I are really looking forward to our trip next week. To many it is just a small thing but to us it is quite huge. I will try and get some really good pictures of Yellowstone and post them.

Pam I am glad to hear you are feeling better. You have had quite a go of it lately. Just relax and let everyone dote on you for a while.

Foam!! When are you going to post a CLEAR picture of you so I can know just what a crazy lady really looks like?

Alice P what have you been up to lately? I miss your sassy emails. You are a nut.

I haven't heard from the ladies down under for a while. I hope they are not too sun burned and dried up. I understand Australia is having another drought. This world is really getting into a mess.

Got to keep this very short since I have to leave in a few minutes. My friend Sarah, who lives in Iowa, posted the following and I just had to share it. Sorry Sarah.
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An older lady gets pulled over for speeding...

Older Woman: Is there a problem, Officer?

Officer: Ma'am, you were speeding.

Older Woman: Oh, I see.

Officer: Can I see your license please?

Older Woman: I'd give it to you but I don't have one.

Officer: Don't have one?

Older Woman: Lost it, 4 years ago for drunk driving.

Officer: I see...Can I see your vehicle registration papers please.

Older Woman: I can't do that.

Officer: Why not?

Older Woman: I stole this car.

Officer: Stole it?

Older Woman: Yes, and I killed and hacked up the owner.

Officer: You what?

Older Woman: His body parts are in plastic bags in the trunk if you want to see

The Officer looks at the woman and slowly backs away to his car and calls for back up. Within minutes 5 police cars circle the car. A senior officer slowly approaches the car, clasping his half drawn gun.

Officer 2: Ma'am, could you step out of your vehicle please!

The woman steps out of her vehicle.

Older woman: Is there a problem sir?

Officer 2: One of my officers told me that you have stolen this car and murdered the owner.

Older Woman: Murdered the owner?

Officer 2: Yes, could you please open the trunk of your car, please.

The woman opens the trunk, revealing nothing but an empty trunk.

Officer 2: Is this your car, ma'am?

Older Woman: Yes, here are the registration papers. The officer is quite stunned.

Officer 2: One of my officers claims that you do not have a driving license.

The woman digs into her handbag and pulls out a clutch purse and hands it to the officer. The officer examines the license. He looks quite puzzled.

Officer 2: Thank you ma'am, one of my officers told me you didn't have a license, that you stole this car, and that you murdered and hacked up the owner.

Older Woman: Bet the liar told you I was speeding, too.

Don't Mess With Old Ladies!!

Have a nice day everyone.

This time each Christmas season this is about how I feel. Let's just get it over with!!

I haven't been around too much lately partly because I got quite ill and partly because the schools really push to get a lot of activities completed before the break.

This part of the country has had a strange illness going around and naturally I had to get it. The only problem is that when I get ill I get it worse than most people do. I am going on three weeks now trying to shake this pesty problem. When I am not feeling too well I tend to become a little grouchy and the coaches, students and whomever else I deal with seem to shy away from me. Maybe it is just because I don't shower as often.

I have to take the whole month of January off so I will hopefully catch up on a lot of things like blogging. I do want to take this time to wish everyone a very merry Christmas, or happy holidays, whichever you prefer. I love the lights and the music for this time of year. As I drive from town to town I see how everyone has decorated their places and some of them are quite elaborate. (Not like the VW that Foam put up.) I wonder what they do in Canada, Australia and other places. It would be so different to be in Australia with the weather so warm.

Oh my gosh I am past time for taking my nap so I better close. I will be running hard after today so if I don't get to say it again... MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE.

Have a nice day everyone.

My daughter in Provo sent me an email telling about her Christmas decorations. She supposedly sent a picture to show me what they look like but this is the only picture I could find. Maybe she moved and didn't tell me she was living in red neck country. Actually I think these are the decorations around Foams house.:)

I took the Jr. High girl's basketball team on a trip last week and I just have to share some of the comments I would hear coming from behind me.

Girl 1: " Hey, if you tell me who you love I will tell you who I love."

Girl 2: " I'm not telling."

Girl 1: "Oh, come on. Okay I will tell you who I love. I love Jimmy, Johnny, Dusty, and oh, yeah, Tom."

Girl 2: "Okay, I will tell you who I love." The list is formulated and this list was longer than the first.

Cracked me up just listening to them. Then they get telling stories about their Dad's when they are at home. They never speak about their Mom's in this manner. Hmmmmmmmm.

Girl 1: "My Dad walks around the house in his underwear."

Girl 2: "So does my Dad and it is so gross."

Girl 3: "My Dad picks his nose while reading the paper."

Girl 1: "So does my Dad and THAT is very gross."

The conversations continue for at least 10 minutes telling all the little details about their Dad's.

You never know what kid's are perceiving about you. They got talking about kissing one day and the next thing I hear is, "Hey, Mr. Bus Driver. Tell us about your first kiss." My reply, "I don't think so." Then the pleading and whining starts but thank goodness I had 5 kids of my own, well six with Cheryl, and I can resist that sort of intimidation very well. I am NOT talking about my first kiss.

I used to be a custodian for our church and one day at dinner time I decided to eat my lunch in the kitchen. There were a group of mother's in the building involved in some sort of activity and of course their little darlings were running all over the place. For some reason all the kids migrated to the kitchen, where I was having lunch, and started talking to me about this and that and everything under the sun. Suddenly the talk turned to parental punishment and stories were being told of how each one's parents would discipline them. One little girl made the comment, "My Mom just beats the crap out of me." I thought to myself, "I have to see who this abusive parent is."

When it came time for the mother's to take their children home all the kids were still in the kitchen with me. I watched very closely for the "mean" one. Not being able to spot which one she was I asked all the mothers who was the parent to this child. One very sweet, very timid woman responded that she was and wanted to know why. I told her that I was informed that she "beats the crap out her child". I thought she was going to have a coronary on the spot. The other mothers started laughing like crazy. The poor woman was sooooooo embarrassed. Turns out that she is the most unlikely to have a mean bone in her body. Funny how kids interpret our actions.

Kids give me a lot of laughter while I am transporting them, yet I am sure that many of you would not see them as quite so funny. I probably wouldn't either if they were my own kids. Coming home from the game I had about six or seven of them standing around me singing Christmas songs in full volume. I was beginning to wonder if I had created a montster when I encouraged them to sing Christmas songs.

Well, I have been up for about two hours and it is time for my morning nap.

Have a nice day everyone.

Okay, okay, okay and this is mainly for Alice Price who lives so far in the Canadian woods that she only sees a man once a year and then only if she has been good and Santa comes to visit. I now know what a "budgie" is although for the life of me I don't know why Canadians can't call them parakeets like the rest of the world.

I received a most interesting cyber Christmas card today. I think it came from Canada also.

I now know what a "Toastmasters" club is. It is a group of women who don't get enough talking in during the day so they meet at night just to listen to each other talk some more. The subjects they choose are from outerspace. If a man was part of any such group he would talk about sports, sex, food, sex, beer and more sex.

Oh, by the way my Canadian friend did you see what countries are considered the most desirable to live in? The top 5 included Australia and Ireland but not even an honorable mention of Canada. Hmmmmmmmmm.

Hooray, hooray, hooray we are getting some snow as I write. Not that I enjoy driving in the snow but we need moisture so badly. Even the fish are saying daily prayers for more moisture.

Yep Foam old (er young) buddy we are both looking forward to Yellowstone and promise to take pictures. Nothing like a Grandma with a camera.

Jeralee I am with you when it comes to snakes. No snake could actually kill me with it's bite because my heart would give out long before any venom reached it. They petrify me.

This is for my friends down in Australia. I know you don't have Thanksgiving but do you guys celebrate Christmas? Bwahaaaaaa or however you write a hearty laugh.

Got to go. I must get my sleep in since I have to take the girl's basketball team to a game tonight.

Have a nice day everyone.

Well Thanksgiving is over for another year and Christmas is roaring toward us like a freight tain that has no engineer. I refused to go to the stores on "black friday" since it had to be pure mayhem. I already have my gift for Cheryl and she even knows what it is and cannot wait until Christmas to receive it. I have reserved us a room for two nights in West Yellowstone, Montana where we will board a snow coach and go see Yellowstone in the winter. Now if we could just get some very needed snow. I am hoping the animals will all be out and moving. Anyway that is my gift to her this year. I already gave her a new camera so she can take lots of pictures.

We were privileged to attend our two granddaughters baptism into our church and that is always special. The kids are so sweet (when they are asleep). Las Vegas is a town that I cannot understand why anyone would want to live in that part of the country. It is nothing but sand, rocks and cactus. One lady was telling us of the tarantula invasion they had where she lives. I guess they were everywhere and it was nothing to have one of them crawling somewhere in her house. I can just imagine what I would be like to wake up feeling one of them crawl across my face; yuuuuuuuuuuck!! Then she got talking about the scorpions and other creepy things. Luckily she never mentioned rattlesnakes or I would have been out of there.

I hope anyone and everyone who reads my drivel had a good Thanksgiving. I know my Australian friends don't celebrate this day but I am sure they have equal days. It always amazes me how people drive on these holidays. It is like they got up and decided to tempt fate and drive in a suicidal manner. We saw two very bad wrecks and I couldn't help but think how sad that their holiday was ruined, who knows how badly, by a second's decision on someone's part. I am just grateful that Cheryl and I made it home with no problems.

Guess that is it for today.

Have a nice day everyone.

Isn't that just like a couple of women talking to each other. We men suffer sooooooooo much.

I am thankful for... baked turkey, baked ham, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, gravy, hot rolls, dressing, pumpkin pie or cherry pie, olives, carrots (raw), celery sticks with peanut butter and all else that goes along with a yummy Thanksgiving dinner. Of course there is FOOTBALL, FOOTBALL, FOOTBALL. Most of all I am thankful I have a family to share it with. We are going to Las Vegas tomorrow to spend the holiday with our daughter and her family and while there we will attend the baptism of two of our granddaughters. Should be a very special weekend.

I have truly missed Pamela and her comments and I hope she is doing well.

Since this is the Thanksgiving time I want to thank all who read my drivel for reading my blog and I hope you have a great weekend with your loved ones. Remember Friday is "Black Friday" so be careful with your spending.:)

Have a nice day everyone.

I am grateful for............... A free country to live in. I know this sounds corny but I truly am grateful for my country even with it's problems. I don't see soldiers walking the streets with guns and checking for papers or etc. I can get in my car and travel anywhere in the US I want without fear of being stopped and accused of doing something against my government. I can go fishing whenever and wherever the season is open and am not regulated to a certain spot at a certain time... I LOVE MY COUNTRY.


Just taking a few moments to do a little blogging before I go back to bed. Cheryl is out in the kitchen fixing breakfast, she had done the laundry, she has cleaned the bathroom, she started a fire so I would be warm today, and all this before 7:00 am. I don't know what she has been doing the rest of the time but I know she is capable of accomplishing much more; the old slacker.



Got home about midnight last night from taking the girl's basketball team to their latest defeat. They played good for a quarter and a half then fell apart. Oh well.



I noticed on the Internet news this morning that in Australia Santa is banned from saying ho, ho, ho when he greets children. Why,, you ask? Because a very slight minority found it offensive and sexist, or so the news put it. The question I ask myself is how do these people manage to get all the headlines? Now if someone (like the silent millions) said they like Santa going ho, ho, ho there would be not a word spoken about it.



Well, I smell hot bacon cooking in the pan and I feel it my husbandly duty to go and eat it so off I go.



Here is something to think about.



My ex-wife started taking flying lessons about the time our divorce started and she got her license shortly before our divorce was final, later that same year.



Yesterday afternoon, she narrowly escaped injury in the aircraft she was piloting when she was forced to make an emergency landing in Southern Tennessee because of bad weather. Thank God our kids were with me at the Beach House this weekend.



The NTSB issued a preliminary report, citing pilot error: Judy was flying a single engine aircraft in IFR (instrument flight rating) conditions while only having obtained a VFR (visual flight rating) rating.



The absence of a post-crash fire was likely due to insufficient fuel on board. No one on the ground was injured.



Photographs below were taken at the scene show the extent of damage to her aircraft.



She was very lucky.





Have a nice day everyone.

I was reading my friend, Tigersue's Jungle, blog and she had a neat thing she was doing that I thought I would try and imitate. Each day she was writing about 1 thing she was thankful for and why. For instance yesterday's post was about being thankful for warm towels fresh from the dryer and how the smell, the warmth made her feel better about things as well. Even though I am her senior by a few years I have the same feelings about warm towels fresh from the dryer. So here goes....

Since this is day number one of my doing this I will start this way....

I am grateful for... A WARM FIRE ON A COLD DAY.

Today is a cold day and I have yet to start the fire but believe me I am glad I have the privilege and ability to be warm. There are many in this world who have no home, no food, no warmth and no family. I truly feel for them and wish I had the means to do something about it. These warmongers on the earth today cause a lot of needless suffering to innocent victims and then of course there are the disasters everywhere. A question? Would living in Canada be considered a disaster?:)

I hope everyone is having a nice day except for Alice Price who thinks the Irish came from Africa. May she be buried in snow without a shovel.:)

Cheryl met a German lady who lives in our area and she is a character according to my wife. Hmmm, must be something about the birthplace or heritage. I guess I will have to enlist her aide in translating Foam's latest post about WWII and her family. Foam are you sure your first name is not Susan?

Was reading my niece Jeralee's blog and if that girl don't slow down she is going to have a coronary. Mercy!!

Not much to say today so will close. Got to read the latest Australian jokes to brighten my day.

Have a nice day everyone.

I don't know if any of you have seen this picture before but it does answer a lot of questions about why a man should not take messages, especially if he has bad hearing.

Spent three days in Boise, ID last week. I took the student body council to a seminar they have each year that teaches them how to be better leaders. The kids were a very enjoyable group and did nothing to embarrass their school, their parents or themselves. I walked into the convention hall once and talk about noisy. Kids were there from all over the state and many groups were doing chants or whatever trying to outdo the other group doing the same thing. It was funny but oh, so noisy. For the most part they all looked so clean and dressed up. As ususal their were the few that had the grunge look which I am sure their schools could not be happy with.

Each day, or when I can take the time, I try to read Alice's blog if for nothing more than to get the quote for the day. Merle does the same thing plus her jokes crack me up. I have got to find my book of Irish quotes so some TRUE wisdom and great advice can be found.

Well I am supposed to go out and get the camper ready so we can go camping this weekend. Is it cold, why heck yes it is cold, but does that matter to my crazy wife? Why heck no, she says we can just turn up the heater and enjoy it. Have I ever mentioned that I am married to a crazy woman?

I guess I had better go and get busy or when Cheryl gets home she will put knots all over my head. Have I ever mentioned I am married to an abusive woman?

Have a nice day everyone.

Now I don't know how many of you are golfers but this picture certainly adds to the hazards a golfer has to play through. I have had antelope on the fairway, deer on the fairway and of course squirrels and prarie dogs, but never a grizzly bear. Who said golfing was easy?

Speaking of golf I am hoping my back heals enough so that next spring when I begin taking the highschool students to their golfing events I can take an old club and try hitting a few to see how my back holds up. I used to really love playing golf and would like to get back doing it.

This reminds me of a golf story. I was first introduced to golf while living in Greeley, Colorado and each weekend we would be off playing some course in the neighboring area. When I later lived in Rock Springs, Wyoming I played as much as I possibly could and thoroughly enjoyed it. However................., this was also at the time that I had a temper and if things didn't go my way I would become quite irate. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

One day I took Cheryl golfing and I just knew I was going to show her a thing or two. As it turned out my day was horrible. I couldn't hit a ball with a club the size of a barn; nothing was working. One particular hole I teed off and the ball dribble about 20 feet and I exploded, took my club and intended to throw it at the ball. (Very mature attitude... oh yeah.) Cheryl was standing behind me and watching the circus. The problem; the club somehow stuck in my hand, did a 180 degree turn and zipped toward Cheryl just narrowly missing her head by inches.

I was so shocked at the events that all I could do was stand there and look. To think of what might have happened was very sobering. I put my club back in the bag, picked all of them up and announced that we were going home. When I finally gained my composure from anger and then fright I looked at Cheryl and said that if I couldn't control myself any better than that then I had no business playing the game. It took quite a while for me to get over this experience but I can assure you I am a lot more calm about things now; afterall it IS just a game.

I went one time with my boys when we were living in California. One particular par three hole had a large mound on the left side of the green and guess who hit their ball in the wrong place. The boys were over on the other side of the green waiting for me to hit but they couldn't see me since the mound was so high. I peeked around to see if they were watching, and they weren't, so I picked up the ball and tossed it onto the green just a few feet from the hole. "Wow, Dad, what a great hit!" were the comments I heard. I snickered about that "great shot" for several greens before I decided to tell them the truth.

My son, Mike, has the unique gift of making things seem believable when they are not quite that way. He and I went golfing one day. He hit a ball that sliced a wee bit and landed by some guys who were getting ready to tee off. I watched him as he walked over to retrieve his ball and noticed they were talking to him. Upon returning to where I was I asked him what they had to say. He told me that they had said if he couldn't play any better than that he should get off the course. I was immediately angry. No one has the right to say that let alone to MY child.

I instantly whirled around and was headed over to the group to settle the issue once and for all. Here comes Mike right behind me, "Dad, Dad I was just kidding. They didn't really say that. They just said hi to me." That made me angrier and I whirled around again, poked him in the chest with my club and proceeded to tell him things that only a truck driver would understand. To this day I think Mike has the impression of that club on his chest. Little s--t anyway.

I have had some good times golfing with my family. I am not very good and since I have been put on depression medicine I have help now controlling myself and am a lot more enjoyable to be around. I just hope my physical problems will allow me to do some of the things I truly enjoy.

Okay, okay that is my golfing blog and I hope you enjoyed it. Oh by the way.......,
Alice you are a poop. Irish came from Africa indeed.

Have a nice day everyone.

These pictures are mainly for my friend who lives near Rifle, Colorado. Show them to your husband so he can remember the good old days near an oil rig. I don't remember where exactly we were when I took these pictures but I do remember it was COLD.

Well the "hallowed" day is over, all the little witches and goblins and angels and whatever all was out there have gone into hibernation for another year. Cheryl dressed up as "The Cat In The Hat" and I spent my evening in the hospital emergency room with an old gentleman who suddenly developed blood clots in his leg. I cannot say who enjoyed the evening more, Cheryl or me. The old gentleman is 94 years young and is a hoot. Cheryl got to be with the candy and maple bars. Oh well.

I hope everyone had a good time last night and there were no bad situations.

Not much to say today so will close with a couple of jokes. Trying to keep up with my Aussie friends you know.
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Two boys were walking home from Sunday School after
hearing a strong preaching about the devil.

One said to the other, "What do you think about all this
Satan stuff ?"

The other boy replied, " Well, you know how Santa Claus
turned out. It's probably just your Dad."
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A very loud, unattractive, mean-acting woman walked into a department store with her two kids, yelling obscenities at them all the way through the entrance.

The department store Greeter said pleasantly " Good morning, and welcome. Nice children you have there. Are they twins?"

The ugly woman stopped yelling long enough to say, "Hell no they ain't twins."
"The oldest one's 9 and the other one's 7. Why the hell would you think they're twins? Are you blind, or just stupid?"

"I'm neither blind nor stupid, Ma'am," replied the greeter. "I just couldn't believe you got laid twice." "Have a good day and thank you for shopping with us."
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One night a guy dropped his girlfriend at her home.

As they were about to wish each other goodnight at the front door, the guy started feeling a little in the mood.

With an air of confidence, he leaned with his hand against the wall and smiling, he said to her "Honey, would you give me a kiss?"

Horrified, she replied, "Are you mad? My parents will see us!"

"Oh come on! Who's gonna see us at this hour?" He asked grinning at her.

"No, please. Can you imagine if we get caught?"

"Oh come on!

There's nobody around, they're all sleeping!".

"No way, it's just too risky!"

"Oh please, please, I love you so much?!?".

"No, no, and no. I love you too, but I just can't!".

"Oh yes you can. Please?"

"No, no. I just can't" "I'm begging you ... "

Out of the blue, the light on the stairs went on, and

The girl's elder sister showed up in her pajamas, hair dishevelled, And in a sleepy voice she said,

"Dad says to go ahead and give him a kiss, or I can do it. Or if need Be, mom says she can come down herself and do it, but for God's sake and all of ours....

TELL HIM TO TAKE HIS HAND OFF THE DOOR BELL ........
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I am not sure but I might have received those jokes from Merle in Australia. I apologize Merle but they were so good I had to have them too.

Have a nice day everyone.

This picture sooooooooo reminds me of our cat, Gus, when he was with us. There was not a project in this house that could be started and he would be right there in the middle of it. Cheryl loves to sew and he loved to come and set on top of her pattern. It got to be quite a joke in our house. He would ALWAYS plop himself in front of my monitor when I would be on the computer or he would play with the yarn when I was making hats. We miss him. Here is a picture of Gus in the middle of Cheryl's sewing stuff. We like it so much that we are thinking of having a 750 - 1000 piece puzzle made out of the picture.






Just wanted to say hi for the day. Still in a depressed funk. Sorry "State of Mind" for some reason I thought you lived in Washington. Senior moments you know. Foam old buddy how come you don't dress up for Halloween? Those kids would love it. Jeralee, your children are angels so I guess the costume fits quite well.

Going to take my depressed body and lie down and feel sorry for myself. Like I told some friends last night, it is hard to put up with these small inperfections when you are Irish and feel you are perfect in every way. Oh, Lord it's hard to be humble when you are perfect in every way.

Have a nice day everyone.

A friend sent me this picture and I just thought it was so neat. What a story.

I hate depressions. They come from out of nowhere, make you feel like you are lower than a snake's belly and cause you to just feel rotten. Yep, I am suffering from a bout of depression today. No reason for it that I can think of, it just happens. I told Cheryl one time that it feels like someone threw a blanket over you. Maybe it was the self-portrait Foam sent me of herself; scary, very scary, and I thought she was a pretty, petite German type lady. Then Pam said to put a raisin in the belly button to be dressed like a cookie or something. I worry about Pam, she is a spicy Grandma. I know what it is... I had to go into Utah on Saturday. AYEEeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Well, the new TV shows have been out for a while now and I am curious which ones are liked the most. Personally, I really like "Chuck" which comes on Monday night. Then I like NCIS; Ghost Whisperer is all right but a little far fetched at times. I also like Moonlight (the girl is so cute) and Life. Heros is getting too wierd and the Bionic woman I am still deciding on. Whatever happened to Lost? I thought it was a highly ranked show.

How about those Boston Red Sox. I am not a Boston fan but was impressed with how quickly they showed Colorado how the big boys play baseball. Then there is the Oregon Ducks who showed USC that there are other teams in the PAC-10. (Right Jeralee)

I was truly surprised that I received no comments about my feelings on Rosie O'Donnell. Maybe everyone agrees or they just didn't want to hurt the Irishman's feelings. I throw comments like that out just to see what response I get. I do that in church at times. I will ask questions that I already know the answer to just to see what others think. Interesting, vellllly interesting.

So how IS everyone dressing up for your Halloween fun and parties? Cheryl decided on the Cat in the Hat and I am going as Tim, the Ramblin' Irishman incognito. Come on Foam I know you are dressing up for your school and Pam I am willing to bet you will do something for those grandchildren. My friend from Washington, The Insane Mind, I worry about the costume being a bar stool and a pole; that is scary.:)

Got to go. Have a nice day everyone.

No special caption with this picture. I just liked the colors in it and the time of year it reminds me of.

We are suffering from the Halloween costume dilema in our house. Cheryl always likes to dress up some way some how but this year is having a problem deciding on what to do. Oh the stress it is causing that poor woman. She could dress up as Hillary Clinton but then it would traumatize all the little children and scare the by-gollies out of many, many adults.

I have come up with the perfect candidate for President of the United States... Rosie O'Donnell. All foreign countries would stop their terrorism plans, there would be no attacks on the President of the United States, Congress would be in such a state that they would be numb. Why no attacks you might say? Well consider this; once that mouth got going all our enemies would realize she is doing more damage than they could possibly come up with. Why try to attack?

Okay, okay enough of that. Got to make a run to SLC with the bus tonight and pick up a group of students who are flying in from somewhere. I just love going to SLC with it's crazy drivers and many, many vehicles. Luckily I am in the bus where I can shove myself around a little also.

I have got to quit. Cheryl is in one of her moods where she is flitting here and flitting there while bugging me all the time. I CANNOT CONCENTRATE... doesn't that silly woman know that?

Have a nice day everyone.

I have often wondered who the "REAL" father of my children was. Not that I am accusing my wife of infidelity because I know better but early in her life she was abducted by aliens and the affects had long lasting results. Starting on the right and going counterclockwise that is Leslie, Kimberly, Katherine, Michael, Patrick with Kip being held by his mother. I knew I had proof that my children could not possibly be my own and here it is. Cheryl and I are having some very long discussions about her previous life.

This being the Halloween season I thought it would be proper for me to show just how that alien abduction has influenced my wife to do strange things.




Now did those aliens do silly things to her mind or what?

Have a nice day everyone.

This is a picture of me when I was first born. I was such a sweet little angel. (No, the pink flowers doesn't mean that someone thought I was a girl!!!)

Monday morning has dawned bright and cold with a lot of new snow in the mountains. I have pushed Cheryl out the door so she can get to work on time and I am just goofing off while getting ready for my naptime.

What a weekend I had. Friday I took the football team to their district championship game which they lost very badly. The game never started until after 10:00 pm which meant we never left the arena until after midnight. By the time I got home it was going on 3:00 am. I had enough time to get my 8 hours of off duty time and then take a bunch of choir students a big gala. They were there until after midnight as well, although I must admit it was an enjoyable program. When we exited the building to go home there was a raging blizzard going on. I could hardly see the road due to driving snow. So another late night. Sunday, because I am such a gooooooood boy, it was up and off to church at 9:00 am. Needless to say I am a bit tired today.

I see my other niece, Avery, has been reading my blog. Thank you for your comments. I feel sorry for this particular niece because she lives in a place that is so horrible that we don't even like to mention the name. It is (cough, choke, vomit, spit) UTAH.

It is nice that my nieces read my blog but dangerous in other ways. Now I cannot say any bad things about my family or Cheryl's since these nieces are Cheryl's sisters children. My sister, Aleaha, reads my blogs so I can't say anything about my family or embellish my accomplishments cause she knows better. Man, this sucks. What am I going to write about? Where is Foam when you need her?

After today Cheryl and I will be filing for a divorce. Today I am having a man with a backhoe come and take out several lilac bushes, rose bushes, trees, and anything else I can think of. How does that song go, "They tore down paradise and put in a a parking lot." That is exactly the plan. Needless to say Cheryl is not happy with my decision. Oh, I forgot to put out the garbage. Gotta go.

Have a nice day everyone.

As the caption to this picture said, "Archaeologists have discovered the remains of the first politician." Oh how true.

This will be my last blog for a few days since I have several bus runs lined up and, yes, I WILL remember them this time. I want to thank those who sent me helpful hints on how to help my memory; now if I can just remember where I saw them. Hmmm.

I had a silly question go through my head this morning. (Which demonstrates why my head is considered a vacant space.) Where did the number 13 gain it's notoriety as being unlucky? Did it come from the hangman's noose? A hangman's noose was tied with 13 wraps in the knot and in some areas it is still illegal to tie a knot with 13 wraps. I wonder what happened to the person who was hung with only 12 wraps? Maybe they were considered not quite so bad as to deserve the 13 wraps. Hmmmm, again.

I am sure most of you have seen the pictures of the wedding gowns made out of toilet paper. Quite innovative if I do say so and talk about being useful... you can get married and have a years supply of toilet paper at the same time.... Of course if you have a grandson like I have a toilet paper gown would come in handy when an emergency occurs and there is not paper around. Hmmmmm.

I was thinking about Foams picture of the skeleton in the bathroom. A lot of people call a bathroom a closet. Is that possibly where the saying came from, "She has skeletons in her closet." Maybe it is a German thing; they do strange things, or so I have been told. I think they learned it from the Canadians. I guess from now on when I hear the statement, "They have a skeleton in their closet", I will know that they have a skeleton in their bathroom.

Well I am sitting here listening to Bobby Goldsboro singing about "Honey" and the tears are blurring my vision so I had better wrap this up. Where is that toilet paper gown when you need it?

I mentioned in my last blog that my niece from Oregon has a blog. Now this niece is an interesting person. She is a professional harpist which is extremely neat in it's own right, but she is also a boxer; you know like the Million Dollar Baby. Now how does a harpist become a boxer? The only other one who did that as far as I can recall was Harpo Marx. Now there is a role model to follow. (Just kidding)

Have a nice day everyone.

Now you have to give someone in the department of highways credit for a sense of humor. They should have more signs like this for construction sites.

I was going to post a picture of myself with the caption, "What an idiot looks like", but I couldn't find a picture. I am not one to have many photos taken of myself since the years have not been kind to me. I don't see how all you ladies stay looking so beautiful all the time while men, on the other hand, seem tooooooo...... well let's just say you are much better looking.

Why would I post such a caption? Well, the story behind that is I AM AN IDIOT!!! I had a scheduled bus run yesterday and I completely forgot it. I thought it was for today. My boss tried to call me but when the phone rang I passed it off as another telemarketer and wouldn't answer it. He then tried to call on the cell phone and I didn't recognize the number so I thought it was a wrong number and refused to answer it. Needless to say that when he did catch up with me he thought I had been in an accident or whatever. When I told him,"No, I was just setting in front of the computer," he sounded a little exasperated. Anyone got any good ideas about how to improve memories?

It is cold and rainy here today and I love it. Two things I like very well are wind storms and rainy days, as long as I don't have to be out in it. I snuggle up to my old computer, a good book, or favorite movie, pop some popcorn, grab a cold Pepsi and settle in.

Surprise, surprise, surprise my niece Jeralee, who lives in Oregon, sent me her blogging address. Cheryl and I hardly ever hear from or about her unless her Mother stops by for an occasional visit. When those visits do occur you can be sure that every child in the two families is discussed thoroughly, so much so that their ears should be well done.

I have been looking for a used laptop that I could acquire and take with me on the bus for two reasons; one, so I can do my indexing while waiting, waiting, waiting, and two, so I can watch movies on a larger screen while waiting, waiting, waiting. The little 7 inch screen is okay but very little. So if anyone knows of a good used laptop (cheap) let me know.

A couple of blogs ago I mentioned that I would like to learn ventriloquism. (I don't know how I can learn it when I can hardly spell it.) Foam asked me what kind of dummy would I use and in my mind I came up with three. G I Joe, Gordy the biker, and Pam the Grandma. I could have a lot of fun with those.

Time to quit and get to doing some indexing. Oh before I forget I have to say Happy Birthday to an old (ooooolllllldddddd) friend in California; Kay Keith. Happy Birthday old timer. Cheryl might call but don't count on it. She forgets things worse than I do. She keeps asking me who I am and where is her husband.

Have a nice day everyone.

Now don't tell me that many teachers would like something like this to take care of that "ONE" child in the class that is always doing something wrong or etc.

Is it true that today is National Mushroom Day? Well how about that and I thought there was nothing to celebrate. I guess I will have to get me a calendar that tells me what is being celebrated each day of the year. This is exciting... National Mushroom Day!!

So what new and exciting things are happening in my otherwise boring life? Nuthin!!

We went to Kim and Robin's yesterday and had dinner with them and the kids. Other than being a little on the loud side (Brandon and Jeremy) we had a great time. We attended church with them where they were addressing the congregation about prayer. I tried to catch up on some sleep while they were talking but Cheryl felt like that was rude and kept nudging me.

The mightly hunters are attacking the hills like a horde of angry bees in search of poor little Bambi. Now is not a safe time to be in the mountains. I have to smile at the ones who say it is so they can get some winter meat. By the time they spend all the money for toys, guns, food, gas, vehicles, campers plus many other items I can't think of right now, they would be better off to purchase meat at the local butcher shop... it is cheaper. On top of all that a deer does not produce that much meat. If it is big enough to produce even a 100 lbs of meat it has to be so old and tough that you want to just feed it to the dogs.

I kind of long for the days when I would venture out (by myself) and spend the time doing the same thing. I didn't have all the niceties though, I just had my horse, my old 30-30 carbine, 5 shells and away I would go. I used to be so proud of myself that I could make a killing shot with just one bullet and would bring the remaining 4 home. I always figured that if it took me a carton of bullets to get one animal then I needed to go home and practice some more.

I had one occasion where greed got the best of me though. (I hope those of you who might be anti-hunting will forgive my stories. I no longer hunt with a gun but try to get some camera shots.) I was following a large doe and her two yearlings up the mountain when I suddenly came upon them. I shot the one yearling and the doe but the other yearling got away. As I finished dressing out the first yearling I drug him down to where the large doe had fallen. To my surprise the other yearling was laying on top of her. I could not find a bullet hole anywhere; I guess it had died of fright. I cussed myself for being so greedy that day. The snow was waist deep and I had to get three animals down the mountain in it. I was sooooooo tired when it was all said and done. The venison meat sure tasted good though.

Sure hope the spud farmers get their potatoes out before the snow hits. We have had a couple of storms come through that is definitely warning us of things to come. There are fewer things worse than frozen potatoes to work in. When they warm up they turn to mush and stink to high heaven. We would have to run them over a sorter table and pick all the mush and yuck out before they could go to market. It would be so bad that we would have to wear rubber gloves or our hands would just be soaked, let alone frozen.

Okay, enough of my ramblin about my youth and the things I did. I am sure I was one of those kids whom the teachers would have liked to send down the shredder slide.

Have a nice day everyone.