08:14 – Two days down, three to go until Barbara returns home. Colin slept through the night last night. The night before, I think he was expecting Barbara to come home, so he got excited every time he heard a sound that might be her returning. The official high in Winston-Salem yesterday was 92F, but according to both our outdoor thermometers it got to just over 95F here.
Today I’ll continue making up chemicals and filling bottles.
When my wife is gone our dogs lay downstairs staring at the door waiting for her to walk in. They won’t eat for the first 24-36 hours she’s gone, and they won’t come to bed until around 1AM when they finally give up waiting on her. The whole thing is a little depressing (and a little insulting too).
While I do miss my wife when she’s gone. I get a kick out of sleeping in the middle of our king size bed and parking in the middle of our two lane driveway. I usually take pictures of said activities and text them to her. 🙂
Yeah, Colin is the first-ever dog that’s been mine, which is to say that he actually prefers my company to Barbara’s. Usually, anyway. If she’s out doing yardwork or something else interesting, all bets are off.
Our other dogs, particularly Duncan, were very much Barbara’s dogs. They’d tolerate me if Barbara wasn’t around, but otherwise they had no interest in me unless I had treats or something else interesting. Duncan would often go a full day or even two without eating anything. Unless, of course, I offered him human food.
And if Barbara happened to be away and I went out to run an errand, when I returned Duncan would rush to the door into the garage barking furiously when he heard the garage door go up. Then, when I opened the door, he’d see it was me instead of Barbara and say, “Oh, it’s just you.” Talk about insulting.
Federal intervention just never ends. The Patent Office is denying the Washington Redskins a name patent after how many years of using the name?
The United States Patent and Trademark Office canceled six federal trademark registrations for the NFL’s Washington Redskins on Wednesday, saying the nickname is “disparaging to Native Americans” and cannot be trademarked under federal law that prohibits trademark protection on offensive or disparaging language.
What’s next? The Green Bay Packers is offensive to Gays? Unbelievable. Plus my Senator, Dirty Harry Reid, is all over that. That’s what’s important to him. Fool.
What’s next?
Atlanta Braves.
“I get a kick out of sleeping in the middle of our king size bed and parking in the middle of our two lane driveway. I usually take pictures of said activities and text them to her.”
LOL. Same here. Except I don’t text the pics.
Mid-80s here yesterday and very humid, followed by more or less constant showers and drizzle overnight into this morning. 60s earlier and now up in the high 70s and still kinda humid. Next four days are supposed to be nice.
Looks like the town has been and is building a walking path along the shore of the bay at the end of our little 10-MPH (joke) street. Hope they plant flowers, too. OFD likes flowers.
Meanwhile I continued my little fantasy of us winning the lottery and buying up the property around us here and demolishing anything that isn’t the original brick architecture, which would mean wiping out four wood-frame buildings and good riddance, too, they suck. I’d level enough of the land next to us to raise us a barn and turn the area across the street into a garden and little park.
Then I’d bribe the town to either close the street entirely or put up speed bumps and webcams to nab the assholes who fly by here at 50 with toddlers and other kids around, along with pets and doddering old OFD.
[snip] Plus my Senator, Dirty Harry Reid, is all over that. [snip]
I’d encourage Reid. The more time and effort he spends on this nonsense, the less he has on the day to day plundering of our liberties and money.
The problem with that is that while Reid blows more time and effort on bullshit like this, the more the media whips it up, along with all the other bullshit stories they do, which distracts us from what really matters.
Saw that today at the VA group thing we did; one guy, a jarhead Khe Sanh vet, was angry about all them clowns sporting open-carry AR’s in restaurants and suchlike “down South.” Another vet took issue and said hey that’s a Constitutional right, and away we went, and it got quite heated. I stayed out of it, mostly, though, and somebody finally pointed out these phony hot-button issues keep us at each others’ throats while truly major and horrendous shit goes down elsewhere. Same thing with abortion, the alleged racist names for sports teams, gay marriage, and the Kardashians.
While we’re throwing bricks at each other over 2A, the rulers are nailing us left and right like bugs under a constant light and destroying the country that most of us vets thought we were fighting for.
My high school: Lane Tech Indians….. oh well, I didn’t know disparaging and non-PC it was three score years ago.
One of the local schools changed from the Millard South Indians to the Millard South Patriots, but two other schools, Mission Braves and the Bellevue East Chieftans, retain their mascots. I don’t really see any rhyme nor reason to it. I suppose if enough students at a school decide to pitch a fit about it they change the mascot. Millard South probably had some bored left-leaning teenagers one year and had to change their mascot. The other two schools’ teens don’t seem to care… yet.
What’s next?
“Half Breed” by Cher:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z6E98ZRaU1s
I always thought Cher was smokin’ hot, and she still is, kinda. But her mom was only a bitty part Cherokee; if that is the criteria then I’m a halfbreed, too.
And Sonny Bono actually turned out to be a really good guy and pretty smart, also. I still remember the Letterman show when he had them both on, long after they’d split up, and talked them into doing their little duet “I Got You, Babe” again, which they did, and though reluctant at first, Cher had a good time with it. It was also a kick seeing her do “Proud Mary” with Tina Turner. And she’d show up for the troops occasionally.
I guess S&C’s version of I Got You Babe was okay, but I much prefer the Rolling Stones’ version.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2t228rxfVlk
My wife is 1/4 Cherokee. Undocumented.
I believe that you can be designated Indian if you are a documented 1/64th nowadays. You must be documented though. Some tribes also limit the number of members (Seminoles?) due to income sharing.
We shall be wearing strips of cloth soon declaring our rights and heritage.
That was the Queen of Mod, Cathy McGowan, syncing along with the late Mr. Jones; she was pretty hot then; now looks like a very feisty school librarian who enjoys doughnuts.
I am at least 1/64th Algonqian but don’t feel like hassling with all that paperwork on top of what I’ve already got going with the taxes, the VA and the ATF.
Likewise: I’m some unknown fraction Amerind from both parents. Don’t know what tribes. Don’t care what tribes. Would never bother trying to register as Amerind unless in so doing I could annoy some of the easily-offended … which seems likely, now that I think on it, so maybe I should look into it.
My alma mater, Indiana University of Pennsylvania, located in Indiana County, Indiana Pa., was, until recently knowd as the Indians. Then the NCAA pitched a hissey fit, and IUP became the Crimson Hawks. The Indiana, Pa. high school team used to be known as the “little Indians,” now they’re just the Indians. On the other hand, when the NCAA told my graduate school, Florida State University, that they would have to discontinue being the Seminoles, the Chief of the Seminole tribe told the NCAA to pound sand, and FSU is still, proudly, the Seminoles.
Now, if a team was called “the Fat Tubs of Lard,” that would be ok, because being overweight is decidedly not PC.
Fred
My high school: Rogue River Chieftains. I guess they will have to change.
My high school teams were the Spartans. That’s gotta go ’cause it represents militaristic Greek patriarchal repression and genocide.
Previous school’s was the Trojans; ditto. Also the stigma of being losers. When everyone’s a winner! Winning!
My high school teams were the Spartans. That’s gotta go ’cause it represents militaristic Greek patriarchal repression and genocide.
Nope. Their shields had a lambda on them. The men lived in groups together, forming strong bonds, and married only for the sake of having children. And what do you think the women were doing while the men were out being macho, macho men?
Very much of our time.
Hey I’m only the messenger!
My high school’s sports teams were named for a destructive windstorm. I wonder how long until someone who was harmed by such tries to get the named changed. (I also wonder how come the cheerleaders never supported our state champion High School Bowl term, but I digress.) My undergrad degree was finished at the aforementioned school in Tallahassee, and as noted the Seminole tribe here loves the nickname and reference. They also like the free tuition to any state supported university offered to their members.
I would think they would welcome the publicity. I cannot think of another ethnic group more invisible to the average American than modern day American Indians (I blame the reservation system).
Some people find the term Indian to be politically incorrect and prefer Native American. My predecessors came across the Atlantic and theirs came across the Bering land bridge. What’s the difference? We’re splitting hairs here. There are no homo sapiens that are truly native to this continent. Actually, anyone born here can say they’re a Native American. “
That’s my position.
Similarly, I know a white guy and know of a couple more who immigrated from South Africa. They insist on being called African-Americans, much to the confusion and dismay and outrage of bureaucrats and the thin-skinned of all races.