I Love Jack In The Box

Any fast food restaurant that can make me laugh, has my business. Not every day, maybe twice a year.

What The....??? Part Two.

Why do we live here?

A Typical Saturday

Last Saturday I was in meetings for half the day, then visited Steve's Aunt and Uncle in nearby Kingman, then we attended the Roast of the Sheriff at 4:30.

So beginning my day, Sue and Buster and I got our paperwork and pens and stuff, and prepared to use our big words for the meeting:



Then the meeting people began arriving. In this case it was the Precinct Committeemen for the Republican Central Committee: (say that five times fast)



Precinct Committeemen are responsible for getting people registered to vote, getting stats at election time so voters can be contacted, and of course they're representatives of THE PARTY. Sometimes they forget that. They are happy to just have the title with no effort put into it. Ooops there I am, talking crap.
But I have been very proud of being a Precinct Committeeman, or PC, which is an elected position. I have my certificate of election framed at home, and I display it proudly in the doorway of the house. I'm sure the governor does the same with her, uh, certificate.


Not to change the subject, but, Hey, do you hate those darned property taxes?
That's the realm of the Property Tax Assessor. And here I am sitting on his lap.
AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!


The Sheriff of our respective county turned 60 years old that particular day, and his family planned a surprise "roast" for him. Although my camera batteries died, I did get this photo of the crowd as he walked in the door:



I hate cop jokes. I hate cops. (except Sheriff Sheahan) So I didn't find relief until I managed to get to the front of the bar line so I could explain to the "bartender" how to make a Mint Julep.

This Is What 120 Degrees Look Like

Desperation, as we hope and dream that the transient cloud would become a rain storm, cooling us off to a chilly 95 degrees.

It didn't happen.

Bad, Bad Manners

Three days ago I heard Steve make a comment about something as we were navigating thru the insane Havasu traffic. He was letting someone drive ahead of him, because it was the "polite thing to do." But then we went to dinner and I saw this:



And I even had time to change the settings on the camera to get this one:



He talked and talked and talked and talked and... well, you know. He talked.

This is not the only time I've sat and stared at the table while Steve has amused himself on the cell phone. I'm always "polite." I don't say anything, I don't raise an eyebrow. I just order another drink and entertain myself.

But the bottom line is, this is VERY RUDE behavior. There have been times where Steve really should have been talking to me, and instead he was talking to someone on the phone about the gaskets that go on the muffler bearings on the tail light section of a '72 Pinto bumper assembly. Not cool.

I paid him back by using his debit card at Michael's today.

Bow To Your Sensai!!

One of my favorite lines from the awful movie "Napoleon Dynamite" was from the scene in which Napoleon and his nerdy brother roll into town to check out a new Martial Arts class being offered by the husband of a professional body builder. (Darla)
The Sensai was such a jerk. Every time I hear Shay's instructor tell the class to bow, I think of that scene. His instructor's not a jerk. It just reminds me.

Another New Old Friend

Thanks once again to Facebook I've reconnected with someone from "Back in the Day," Fourth Grade. Tina. She's the one on the right, doing the hang loose thing with her hand. If you can see, the girl behind her is holding Tina's other hand down, probably because she was trying to do more than one hang loose thing and that's simply excessive.
This picture was taken as we were getting ready for a rare field trip outing, to the Omaha Henry Doorly Zoo. The first zoo in the country, I believe, to create an underground tropical rain forest habitat. The other girls in the picture are Terrie, Tish, and Andrea. Don't keep in contact with them, with the exception of one phone call annually to Tish.

Turns out, Tina is two hours away in Vegas. Her whole dang family relocated there!

I'm anxious to hop in the car and get up there to catch up on old times, but it will have to wait for a couple of weeks.

Keeping an Eye on the Senate

thomas.gov is a Library of Congress website that lists all active bills being introduced back in Washington. It is named after Thomas Jefferson, and it is an easy to read site that gives all the latest information. I learned about it today in my latest Right Wing Extremist meeting.
There's a bill named SB2099 that is an attempt at removing gun rights from law abiding gun owners.
Twenty years ago I would've been, "Aw who cares?" But now I'm seeing the increase in laws and restrictions that our government has been imposing--both local, state, and federal--and I'm not liking it.
Have you seen my license plate? I am truly a Scoff Law. I know laws are there for a reason, but when too many laws get put into place I pick and choose which ones I'm going to obey. Right now I'm breaking a few, as I sit here. I DO WHAT I WANT!!!

Check the website, if you hear of a bill that might be limiting your rights more than you're comfortable with, see if it's true, and let your lawmakers know how you feel.