Please Check My Hair For Blonde Roots

Have You Ever Had One Of Those Days? Well Sure You Have. We All Do!
Under Normal Circumstances I Would Say Check My Hair For Blonde Roots But This Was Not Normal Circumstances.
It All Started When I Needed To Use My Truck To Help A Young Lady Move From Danville To Georgetown. I Had Parked My Truck In A Different Location Since It Was The Victim Of Grafitti A Few Weeks Ago. Ok, Long Story Short.
When I Parked The Truck There A Couple Weeks Ago I Had To Make A Sudden Stop And I Found I Had A Little More Brake Pedal Than What I Am Accustomed To. Everybody Knows Their Vehicle You Know. Anyway Later That Night I Got A Call From The People Who Live There Telling Me My Brake Lights Were On. Huh? I Drove Over There And Sure Enough My Brake Lights Were On. I Tapped The Brake Pedal And The Lights Went Out. Apparently Since My Brake Pedal Went A Little Too Far It Also Must Trigger The Brake Light To Come On As Well. Anyway, It Must Have Come On Again By Itself And Ran The Battery Down. Now I Have A Dead Battery. I Tried To Jump It, No Luck. I Brought Over A Charger And That Did Not Help Either. I Decided To Take The Battery Out Of The Truck And Bring It Home. I Figured An Overnight Charge Would Do The Trick. Today Is A Very Cold Day. It Didn't Get Out Of The 20's And The Wind Was Blowing Pretty Hard.
The Charging Needle Didn't Seem To Move Any From Where It Was When I Began Charging It Yesterday. I Unplugged Everything And Decided To Put It Back In The Truck And Give It Another Try. I Turned The Key And Absolutly Nothing Happened.
After An All Night Charge It Should Have Turned The Engine Over.
I Decided To Take It To A Local Auto Parts Store To Have The Battery Tested. In Years Past They Asked You Leave It There For A Couple Hours To Complete The Test. They Told Me This Time It Would Only Take A Couple Minutes.
SHE Popped Off A Black Plastic Cap That Fit Over The Negative Post. Yes That's Right, A Plastic Cap.
See I Just Recently Decided To Have My Eyes Examined Because I Have Been Having Problems With My Everyday Activities And Many Times My Reading Glasses Are Not Within My Reach. So No, I'm Not Really A Blonde. I'm Just A Moron Who Has Been In Denial As To When And When Not To Wear My Glasses.
The Girl Didn't Know What To Say To Me When The Plastic Cap Fell Off. I Told Her I Was Sorry For Wasting Her Time. She Said No Problem. I Left, And Never Looked Back.
Now The Battery Is Back In My Garage For Another Night's Charge. Without The Plastic Cap Preventing The Charge The Results Should Be Alot Better Than Originally Expected.
My Glasses? The VA Said They Should Be In The First Week Of March.
I Can Hardly Wait!

They Call It Obedience......Is It A Test?

If This Is An Obedience Test, Who Is Being tested. The Dogs Or The Cat?
I Have Been Fortunate In My Life To Be Able To Be An Animal Friendly Kind Of Person. I Can Relate To Almost Any Species Of An Animal. I Said Almost Because I Have A Phobia Of Bats.
You Can Train A Dog To Do Almost Anything. Other Than A Pig, An Elephant Are The Most Smartest Of The Wild In My Opinion.
An Animal Needs Only The Bare Minimum To Survive. Maybe That's Why I'm So Envious.
Animals Are Taken Into The Nursing Homes To Visit Those Who Live There. They Are Cuddled, Licked, Scratched, And Loved Because Someone Had An Idea Of Mixing Old Folks With Furry Critters.
I Think Every Nursing Home Should Be Allowed An Animal Of Some Sort For A Bond Of Friendship.
You May Find More Animals In My Blogs Of The Future. I Think It Brings The Best Out Of Us.
If Not You, Me!
Tuck And I When We Were Younger. I'm The Cute One On The Right.

Don't Do It!!

What You See Here Is What I Saw When I Was Experimenting On Facebook. I Changed The Settings From English To Chinese And Could Not Find My Way Back To Settings To Take It Back To English. My Brother Tuck Came To My Rescue To Get Me Out Of This Crazy Mess!
Ofcourse He Knew Where The Setting Button Was Located So He Could Make The Change Back For Me.
My Hat Is Off To You Bro! Anybody Who Is Thinking About A Change Like This My Advice To You Is NO! Trust Me On This. You Will Not Be Able To Navigate Unless You Are Real Familiar With The Chinese Language. Eating At A Chinese Buffet Does NOT Qualify You, And Even If You Stayed At A Holiday Inn Express Last Night!

Don't You Just Hate Public Bathrooms?

You think They Got The Message?

Dogs Can Be Like Humans.........Sometimes

I Have Loved Dogs Ever Since I Was A Little Boy. I Have Had Several Over My Lifetime. I Could Probably Tell You A Story About Each One Of Them If I Sat Down And Thought About It. I Can Remember The Dog My Grandpa Gave To Us. His Name Was Smiley.
He Was Taught At An Early Age How To Smile. You Could Say Smile Smiley And He Would Show His Teeth. I Had Alot Of Fun With That Dog Because None Of My Friends At School Would Believe Me When I Told Them My Dog Could Smile.
I Have Been Yearning For A Dog That I Could Call My Own. Billie Has A Dog And Her Name Is Alaya. She Is A Minature Yorkshire Terrier. She Weighs About 3 Pounds And She Is Most Definatly A Lap Dog. I Have Been Searching For A Sibarian Husky. I Think That Is The Breed I Would Be Most Happy With.
One Day I Will Have One, But In The Meantime I Will Continue To Spoil Alaya.

Tuberculosis, Is It A Good Thing?

Most Of Those Who Know Me Well, Know I Once Had Tuberculosis. When I First Contracted It I Had No Idea I Even Had It. I Had No Symptoms What So Ever. This Was In 1984.
I Suffered My First Seizure And It Was A Very Frightful Expierence In My Life.
My Doctor Ordered A Battery Of Test To Be Performed To Find Out What May Have Caused This To Occur. After All The Blood Work Was Completed I Was To Take A TB Test. I Was Asked To Return In A Week So They Could See My Arm Where The Test Was Given. This Test Was Performed On A Friday. On Sunday Afternoon My Arm Began To Swell And Double In Size. I Immediatly Called My Doctor To Inform Him What Was Going On. He Wanted To See Me First Thing The Next Morning. After I Arrived And Showed Him My Arm He Told Me He Had To Inform The Health Department Of These Results. Ofcourse This All Scared The Daylights Out Of Me. At That Time I Had No Idea What Tuberculosis Even Was.
When I Reported To The TB Center There Was A Chart Hanging On The Wall That Showed Your Lungs. Beside That Illistration Was another Photo Of A Tomato. Showing The Concept Of What Rot Does To A Tomato Is The Very Same As What TB Does To Your Lungs.
They Asked Me If I Had Been Around Anyone Who Has Been Sneezing,Weezing or Couching. It Was In The Middle Of Winter And Alot Of People Had Colds. How Was I Suppose To Know Whether They Had A Cold Or TB?
I Was Told I Had To Take 1 Pill A Day Called INH. I Had To Take A Chest XRay Every 3 Months So They Could Monitor The Damage To My Lung. Fortunatly For Me It Damaged Just A Small Area About The Size Of A Dime. After A Year I Was Given A Clean Bill Of Health. The People At The TB Center Told Me What I Had Was Actually A Good Thing. I Had What They Referred To As Inactive TB. Meaning Someone Had Given It To Me But I Could Not Pass It On To Anyone Else. Furthermore They Told Me I Was Totally Immune To TB. I Would Never Get It Again. However They Made It Clear That I Would Always Test Positive In A TB Test. They Said If This Were To Happen To Everybody Tuberculosis Would Be No Longer.
My Reason For Writing This Today Is Because As I Write This There Is A Man In Champaign Who Has Been Quarentined In A Hotel For 30 Days Due To Having Tuberculosis. I Am assuming His Type Is What Gives Others This Dreadful Disease.
Now If This Is Correct Then Why Quarentine Him If What They Told Me Was Truth? They Told Me I Could Work In Any TB Sanitarium And Never Get TB. Now To Me That Is A Good Thing. I'm Sure Officials Know Exactly Why They Are Doing What They Are Doing By Preventing others From Getting TB. So Which Is It?

Yes I Am A Mall Walker

Since The Little Critter In Pennsylvania Saw His Shadow On Monday I Thought It Necessary To Gear Up And Quit Slacking Off. Yes I Know Where The Mall Is But Found Every Excuse Not To Go There. I Made Up My Mind And Am Determined To Get Back In Shape. All Of This Excess Baggage Must Come Off And Get Back In Shape In Time For Mushroom Hunting And Getting Things Started In My Truck Again.April Through October I Consider Myself To Be In Good Shape. Primarly Due To What I Do During The Summer Months. The Hibernation Months Of My Life(Nov-March) Are The Most Difficult Because I Am Less Active And Find Myself Reaching Into The Refrigerator Too Often. Other Than My Thursday Bowling My Physical Activities Are Very Limited. There Are Two Days That Would Make It Difficult For Me To Do My Mall Walking. Therefor That Leaves Me Five Days That I Can Walk My Miles And I Am Determined To Get With The Program.To Be Quite Honest About It I Don't Believe In Groundhogs Day. Whenever There Is A 50 Degree Day In The Forcast You Can Bet I Will Be Walking The Streets Of Danville.

I've Got Sunshine On A Cloudy Day......

It's A Cloudy Day In My Life Today. For The Past 3 1/2 Years I have Had The Great Pleasure In Bowling With My Father. There Are Not Too Many Son's That Can Boast Such A Pleasure In Life.
My Father Is The Person Who Helped Me Throw My First Bowling Ball Down The Alley. I'm Guessing I was 6 Or 7 Years Old. I Knew Absolutley Nothing About The Sport Of Bowling. He Taught Me A Few Tips That Has Helped My Game Today!
Back In The Day(Mid 80's) My Father And I Bowled On The Same Team And Won The First Place Championship Of That League. He Quit Bowling After That Year But Found Himself Bowling Once Again A Few Years Later. Him And My Mother Began Bowling With The Senior Citizen League In Ridgefarm Illinois.
The Ridgeway Lanes Ended Abruptly By Fire Which Sent This League To Lincoln Lanes Here In Danville. It Was That Leagues Third Year At Lincoln Lanes When I Became Eldgible To Bowl. One Requirement Expected From Me Was To Be The Age Of 50.
My Mother Bowled On The Same Team As My Father Called The Keenagers.
The Year I Turned 50 I Knew I Was Welcomed To Once Again Bowl Along Side My Father.
I Have Always Known My Father To Enjoy The Sport Of Bowling. Each Year My Mother, Father And Myself Travel To Indianapolis And Watch The Pro-Bowlers Qualify In That Weeks Tournement.
Lately My Father Has Been Expierencing Pain In His Hip. He Must Take Pain Medication To Tolerate The Pain That Bowling Gives Him In His Ripe Young Age Of 76.
It Has Always Been My Hope That Our Team Won First Place Before We No Longer Bowled Again. To Be Honest About It, It Came To No Surprise To Me When He Looked At Me Today And Told Me To Find A Replacement For Him. Ofcourse My Heart Sank With Sadness Because I know My Bowling Years With Him Are Over. We Turn Another Page.
I've Got Sunshine On This Cloudy Day. My Sunshine Is That I'm A Very Lucky Man To Have His Father Around To Share All The Memories We Created Together.
I've Yet To Achieve The Greatness My Father Had Established Throughout The Years.
I Have Goals In My Bowling Career. Beating My Fathers Accomplishments Are Not In Those Goals. Just Having The Opportunity To Have That Pleasure In Bowling Beside My Father These Past 3 Years Was An Honor.
I Have an 8X10 And A 5X7 Of My Team Mates. My Father Is One Out Of Five Of Us On The Team. I Will Cherrish This Photo. It Gives Me Even Greater Sadness Knowing My Brother Tuck Really Looked Forward To Joining The Keenagers. We Intend To Keep A Spot Open For Tuck's Arrival Next November. Unfortunatley Dad Won't Be Bowling With Us.
Dad, My Message To You Is Thanks For The Memories.....

I Have A Confession

I Had One Of Those Days Of Reflection. Today A Childhood Friend Was Layed To Rest. I Was Told He Had A Heart Attack And A Stroke All In One Day. I Hadn't Seen Him For About 4 Years. I First Met Him At Franklin School. I Believe His Family Attended The Same Church My Family Attended. Anyway, Long Story Short. It Was A Day To Reflect On My Years Of Growing Up On Franklin Street. The Neighborhood Was Full Of Kids Both Young And Old. Growing Up Across The Street From The Grade School Was Pretty Cool Too.
As We Grow Older Our Interest In Life May Not Include A Childhood Friend. In Time, We Grow Older And Years Pass Us By. Before We Know It, We Have All Aged A Generation.
Now When We Run Into A Childhood Friend We Share Photo's Of The Grandkids.
I Have Been Recognized And Been Told I Haven't Changed A Bit! Haha, Yea Right!
Now As Far As Billie Jo, Her Facial Features Are The Same As They Were When I First Met Her In 1967.
School Was Responsible For The Friendships Of Many. As The Years Go On, I Seem To Run Into A Friend From The Past Less Often. If My Mind Does Focus On Them It's Usually Due To A Death In Their Family.
When Others Don't Share The Same Interest As You, Your Lives Don't Cross As They Once Did. It's Not Particularly A Bad Thing.
It's Just A Part Of Life.

You Are Almost There Girl....

Yes That's Right! The Big 50!
It Was January 7th And Daddy Informed My Two Brothers And Myself That Mommy Was Bringing Home A Sister. A Sister? Huh? I Can Remember Saying I Didn't Want A Sister. A Sister Is A Girl And Mommy Says We Have To Be Nice To Girls. There Goes The Neighborhood! Hahaha!!
No Seriously, 49 Years Later I Still Have To Be Nice To The Girls And Having A Little Sister For The Past 49 Years Aint That Bad Afterall.
So I Guess This Is Where I Am Suppose To Pass Along Some Good Advice To Help Pave Your Road To Fifty. Don't Eat Yellow Snow? Happy Birthday!