Happy New Year

Happy New Year's Eve

White Christmas Comes Two Days Late

The view from my living room window

Typical Packer Fan

This only goes to prove that all Packer Fans are no good cheating @#%!s!! 

Post Christmas Blues is for the Birds

The Wise Owl Says:

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Merry Christmas to All

The Meaning of Christmas

It's a gray wet Christmas on the Wabash

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Make Mine Naughty

Sometimes it hard to wait until Christmas Morning

Comfort and Joy

The Nativity Scene was erected in a church yard.
During the night the folks came across this scene.
An abandoned dog was looking for a comfortable, protected place to sleep. He chose baby Jesus as his comfort. No one had the heart to send him away so he was there all night.

I've been twice as good this year

All I want for Christmas...

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Some Christmas Cheer

A Dog Story

Lily is a Great Dane that has been 

blind since a bizarre medical condition required that she have both eyes

removed. For the last 5 years, Maddison, another Great Dane, has been

her sight. The two are, of course,

inseparable.

Blondes Have More Fun

Uncle Earl

As you go through life, there are certain people who make you feel special. My Uncle Earl was one of those people. For as far back as my memory takes me, he was there with open arms. Birthdays, Christmas or a cookout at the pond—it didn’t matter what the occasion was—he always seemed interested in what I had to say and made me feel like I mattered. He always had time for my brothers and I as we were growing up. More than that—he was fun. Boy—was he fun! His childlike enthusiasm was contagious and he seemed as eager as us kids to play a game of baseball, shoot baskets or go fishing. Looking back at my childhood, many of my absolute best memories has Uncle Earl playing a leading role. From watching home movies (which always ended with a Donald duck cartoon) to midnight soccer games or fishing along the North Fork or at the pond on our farm. He made every adventure fun.

I remember walking through the woods with Uncle Earl and we came up on a giant cotton mouth water moccasin. I had no idea a grown up could run so fast. We teased him endlessly about it but he didn’t mind. It was a good day.

He pulled our sleds behind his truck and took us camping and was a good sport about whatever schemes we kids might happen to cook up. He was always a willing participant to a fault. This actually led to a couple of late night visits to the emergency room. He is still the only person I have ever known who had to go to the doctor because of being attacked by a catfish. In a way, Uncle Earl made us feel like grown-ups by treating us as adults while acting like a kid.

My favorite memory of Uncle Earl was the time after the nationally televised race in Terre Haute, when I looked out on the raceway and saw him speeding around the Action Track in his shinny, black, 1969 Thunderbird. To make matters worse (or in this case—better) both Nana Gin and Grandma Peg were in the back seat whoopin’ and a hollerin’ like they were in a Dukes of Hazard episode. I can only imagine the conversation that took place before that joy ride. He was swerving around road graders and tractors with reckless abandon, as track officials yelled for him to get off of the track. He, of course ignored them and went faster. He threw the door open when he reached the front stretch, so us kids could jump in with them too. He was like the getaway driver at a bank robbery, Uncle Earl drove 3 more laps with the skill of A.J Foyt before leaving the track—victorious. That was the only time in my life that I ever saw any mud on one of his cars.

I never saw Uncle Earl speak with malice toward anyone. He liked everyone and everyone seemed to like him back. Besides leaving me with countless wonderful memories, he was hero and role model for my brothers and I.  Earl Cornell was more than a good man, as far as I’m concerned—he was great. He was like my second father.

I miss him so much. But because of the time he made for me when I was young, all I have to do is close my eyes and he’s standing next to me with a fishing pole in his hand and a smile on his face. And then the world seems to be okay once again.

Rick Kelsheimer

November 2, 2011    

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Coolness

Be careful what your kids watch on television

I hate Chickens

One Happy Ball

The Wisdom of Nature

A HERD OF COWS - A FLOCK OF CHICKENS

The English language has some wonderfully anthropomorphic collective nouns for the various groups of animals.

We are all familiar with a Herd of cows, a Flock of chickens, a School of fish and a Gaggle of geese.

However, less widely known is a Pride of lions, a Murder of crows (as well as their cousins the rooks and ravens), an Exaltation of doves and, presumably because they look so wise, a Parliament of owls.

Now consider a group of Baboons. They are the loudest, most dangerous, most obnoxious, most viciously aggressive and least intelligent of all primates. And what is the proper collective noun for a group of baboons?

Believe it or not ........ a Congress! A Congress of Baboons! You can look it up! It is all becoming perfectly clear.......

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Rick

Birds of a Feather

Words to Live By

Attitude

The Truth Is Out There

To be PC or not to be PC

Fido Says...

An injustice

Irene Sendler

During WWII, Irena, got permission to work in the Warsaw ghetto, as a Plumbing/Sewer specialist.

She had an 'ulterior motive'. As a German she KNEW what the Nazi's plans were for the Jews.

Irena smuggled infants out in the bottom of the tool box she carried and she carried in the back of her truck a burlap sack, (for larger kids).

She also had a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto.

The soldiers of course wanted nothing to do with the dog and the barking covered the kids/infants noises.

During her time of doing this, she managed to smuggle out and save 2500 kids/infants.

She was caught, and the Nazi's broke both her legs, arms and beat her severely.

Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she smuggled out and kept them in a glass jar, buried under a tree in her back yard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived it and reunited the family.

Most had been gassed. Those kids she helped got placed into foster family homes or adopted.

Last year Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize. She was not selected.

President Obama won one year before becoming President for his work as a community organizer for ACORN

and Al Gore won also --- for a slide show on Global Warming.

Irene Died in Warsaw May 12,2008 at the age of 98

How times have changed...

Who knew Charlie Chaplin was so Handsome?

Einstein and Chaplin

Time Marches On... Part 2

Grace Slich

Bob Dylan

Ozzie Osborne

Mick Jagger

Gary Busey

Biurt Reynolds

Wayne Newton

Micky Rourke

Keith Richards