One of the greats covering another of the greats.
I saw them both.
SwampMan decided, since he was going into surgery Monday and would not be visiting restaurants for awhile, that he wanted to go to Red Lobster. Besides, he had been laboring mightily over my van (still not in actual operating condition) in 102-degree record heat, and he needed a reward. It was 3:00. We absolutely positively had to get the kids no later than 5:00 so Daddy could meet his unit to go off for two weeks with the National Guard. Mommy was at work on the other side of town, so Daddy absolutely relied on us. We were on the road, but still were 30 minutes away from Red Lobster. We were 45 minutes away from grandchildren.
SwampMan had asked me, before we left, where I wanted to eat. “Anywhere you want!” Okay, so I figured somewhere quick where we could drive through and get our food (grin) on the way to get the kids. “NO! I want to eat somewhere YOU want where we actually get to SIT DOWN and have people wait on us!”
“Okay, fine. How about Sonny’s BBQ?” They’re fast, good, and relatively inexpensive.
“I thought you liked Longhorn. You wanna go to Longhorn Steakhouse?”
“Uh, sure. I’ll go, if you think we have time.”
“Well, I don’t want to go there. I want the garlic crab and shrimp pasta at Red Lobster.”
It is a good thing that mentally banging a head on the wall doesn’t leave marks!
I pointed out to SwampMan that unless we could get in, order, eat our food, and get out of Red Lobster in 30 minutes (HA!), we were going to be really pushing the time on picking up the grandkids. “But I WANT Red Lobster!” “Well, we’ll just take the kids with us!” says I, ever the optimist. SwampMan was somewhat more sceptical but his Red Lobster craving was not to be denied. He agreed, reluctantly, to pick up the kids first, expressing his hope out loud to God that he wasn’t screwing up.
MeeMaw told the grandkids that we were going to go to a restaurant where they got to go inside and sit down and people ask them what they want to eat. Papa asked them if they remembered going to a restaurant where somebody asked them what they want. “SURE!” said Jacob. “McDonald’s!” Heh. Papa explained that this was a seafood restaurant. “Do you know what that is?” “Do they have shrimp?” asked Jacob. “YES!” “Good, cuz I looooove shrimp!” Dylan said that he did not like shrimp. Papa said that they also have fish. Dylan said that he didn’t like fish, either, with a challenging stare at Papa which, since Papa was driving, he fortunately did not see. Dylan had not had his nap so he was a leeeetle bit grumpy. He soon fell asleep.
When we arrived, I woke him and gave him an abbreviated set of MeeMaw’s Rules, which consisted of sitting quietly with feet under table, bottom in chair, and no loud talking.
When we got inside and were looking over the menu, I found that I had left a few things off of MeeMaw’s Rules. Things like no enumerating every place where he had ever pooped in the potty at in his loud, carrying voice. Things like no burping loudly at the table. The Rules were quickly amended on the spot. “I have to PEEPEE in the potty!”
The very nice and pretty young lady that waited our table brought crayons. Dylan decided to draw poop since MeeMaw wouldn’t let him discuss it. I made Jacob’s shrimp order (with fries!) for him. He asked if he could have chocolate milk. The young lady assured him she would mix some up personally for him. Dylan said he wanted chocolate milk, too, and wice. “Do you want chicken with your rice?” I asked. “No. Just wice.” “How about fish?” “NO! Just wice!” The sweet and pretty waitress asked him if he wanted macaroni with his rice. “Yes! And I HAVE TO POOPOO IN THE POTTY!” Jacob accompanied us. SwampMan and I got our salads. I ate a few bites of salad. Jacob colored quietly. Dylan announced “I don’t wike sawad!” Our appetizer came. Jacob colored quietly. Dylan smelled it. “I don’t wike it! Where’s my wice?” “They’re cooking your wi–uh, rice.” “It takes a long time to cook wice?” “Yes, yes it does.” Dylan told me that he liked wice. And noodles. And cheeseburgers. And boogers. Another rule: No eating boogers. I hurriedly snarfed down a couple pieces of my appetizer. “I have to PEEPEE IN THE POTTY!” We went potty again. When we came back, SwampMan had eaten my appetizer. I told him next time, he goes on the potty run. He declined. He said if I had wanted my appetizer, I should have put it all on my plate. I pointed out that I didn’t have a chance! He said that was no excuse. The cheese biscuits were delivered. Jacob didn’t want one. I gave one to Dylan. He smelled it. He licked it. I firmly told him we do not lick biscuits, we eat them, and tore off a piece. He liked it! He then told me he needed a knife to cut it. I told him there was no way that MeeMaw was going to allow him to have a knife. Ever. “I can cut it with my hands?” “Yes!” “Okay.”
Our food came. Jacob pronounced his fries and popcorn delicious. Dylan looked at his food. “I don’t wike macawoni!” he declared. What a surprise! He looked suspiciously at his wild rice pilaf. “Somebody put SAWAD in my WICE!” There were teensy chopped carrot pieces in there. And a little greenery sprinkled over the top. *sigh* “Just pick out the salad and eat your rice!” He did. He ate half the rice and half a cheese biscuit. “Meemaw, I finished!” Meemaw was shoveling in food at a frantic pace while Papa had a leisurely lunch/dinner. “Well, you will need to sit quietly while Meemaw finishes!” I have to PEEPEE IN THE POTTY, MEEMAW! “We will go peepee when Meemaw eats her food.” Papa was over on the other side of the table murmuring “never again!” to himself. I told the boys how well behaved they were and how proud I was of them. THEY didn’t eat my appetizer while I was taking the boys to the bathroom. The very nice lady bagged up our leftovers while I was escorting boys to the bathroom again.
It only took us an hour and a half in Red Lobster. It just felt like an eternity!
Rain drops keep falling on your head?
That’s okay, just don’t have any rain barrels or cisterns collecting it, in certain states.
A story and video from Natural News.
As bizarre as it sounds, laws restricting property owners from “diverting” water that falls on their own homes and land have been on the books for quite some time in many Western states.
With so many “green” initiatives being promoted, it would seem to me that a water conservation method, such as rain collection, should be encouraged.
Prior to the passage of these laws, Douglas County, Colorado, conducted a study on how rainwater collection affects aquifer and groundwater supplies. The study revealed that letting people collect rainwater on their properties actually reduces demand from water facilities and improves conservation.
Additionally, the study revealed that only about three percent of Douglas County’s precipitation ended up in the streams and rivers that are supposedly being robbed from by rainwater collectors. The other 97 percent either evaporated or seeped into the ground to be used by plants.
We’ve already seen what “eminent domain” means to property owners, or even the more insidious “appropriation through condemnation.” Now, some of our citizens can’t even keep the rain that falls on their property.
I sincerely hope this draconian law doesn’t spread.
PARIS (AP) – France has declared war on al-Qaida, and matched its fighting words with a first attack on a base camp of the terror network’s North African branch, after the terror network killed a French aid worker it took hostage in April.
The declaration and attack marked a shift in strategy for France, usually discrete about its behind-the-scenes battle against terrorism.
“We are at war with al-Qaida,” Prime Minister Francois Fillon said Tuesday, a day after President Nicolas Sarkozy announced the death of 78-year-old hostage Michel Germaneau.
President Sarkozy has his moments. Vive!
I saw most of the pilot episode of a new series last night on AMC. The promo had this tagline: “Not every conspiracy is a theory.”
That’s pretty good. Right up there with, “Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not all out to get you.”
Last night, Swampie asked if there were any back up plans in the event we were censored by the Gub’mint. I hadn’t really thought much about it, even though I had read about the Feds shutting down some 73,000 WP blogs. Then, I find out later that were shut down by the FBI, who said they were being “used by al-Qaeda operatives to distribute recruiting materials and to offer bomb-making tips.” Dang.
Sounds like a good reason to shut down the bad guys to me. But, all 73,000? The words ‘heavy handed’ come to mind. Hopefully the bloggers not involved will get their digs back soon. But, I guess that’s why I wasn’t too concerned about this kind of scenario. Being hosted on wordpress.com gives a sense of security and safety from malicious attacks, and, it would be hard to imagine the Feds shutting down all the hundreds of thousands of WP.com blogs just because of some bad actors.
And then I read this story, and I changed my mind.
This is it, folks. This is the end of the internet as we know it (TEOTIAWKI).
Hard to believe there isn’t a conspiracy here someplace.
Hate to leave you on a sad note, so here’s a riddle that might put a smile on your face …
Where do you find a good lawyer? … In the nearest cemetery.
If for some reason you aren’t familiar with LTC. Allan West(ret.), it is time you were.
This gentleman was first put in our nation’s spotlight in 2003, after being relieved of his command with 2nd Battalion 20th Field Artillery. LTC. West had physically assaulted an Iraqi policeman, firing his side arm into a barrel near the detainee and threatened to kill him. The detainee then revealed information about a planned ambush on his convoy. From that time in late August until October 2003 when LTC. West was relieved of his command, there were no further ambushes on U.S. forces in Taji.
When later asked at a hearing by a defense attorney if he would repeat that action, given the circumstances,
LTC. West replied:
“If it’s about the lives of my men and their safety, I’d go through hell with a gasoline can.”
That is the quality of character this man possesses. It is further reflected by ninety five members of Congress signing a letter in support of LTC. West to the Secretary of the Army.
Two videos from a recent town hall meeting, where he is in a very tight race for Florida’s District 22 House race.
Notice the comfort and sincerity in dealing with a questioner and how the audience responds to him.
Currently, the House seat he is running for is considered a toss up. The most recent poll taken several months ago had West leading by two points.
Now, his opponent wants to roll in the mud.
A charity gala scheduled for September, the South Florida Cystic Fibrosis Foundation, had extended an invitation for LTC. West and his wife, Angela, to be honored as South Florida Finest Couple.
That invitation hasn’t been rescinded, instead an executive with the CFF has asked LTC. West to “withdraw” from the event.
A more cowardly act couldn’t be imagined.
The entire story is found at WND.
Knowing what honor and integrity mean; knowing that doing the right thing often has consequences, I can only imagine the anger and frustration LTC. West must have felt when he received that disgraceful phone call.
If LTC. West needed any further evidence, as to how low down and dirty his jackass opponent would play, he certainly knows now.
I’m confident LTC. West is man enough for the challenge and I sincerely hope the voters in Florida can clearly see the high quality candidate he is, versus the low quality of character his Øbummer supporting opponent has.
It’s only one hundred and one days until the mid-term election. Still plenty of time for the left to continue to show us how unfit for high office they truly are, and for us to vote them out for great candidates like LTC. West.