… stopped by to say hi. Opened up the shed door and there she was. A Ring Neck snake. Little timid at first but she calmed down quickly.
Wished her luck and let her go to do her thing.
Ringneck Snake
Mother Nature
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Monthly Archives: July 2016
Mentally Lost
… just completely lost!
I just have to shake all this off.
Commercial Airlines, TSA and Customs
Why anyone would fly anymore is completely beyond me. First class, smirst class. I don’t give a shit. For many Airlines or any of the governments eyes… bug splat on the windscreen has more respect than you do. You’re just a blob of paying matter occupying space, giving useless Govt. employees something to do so they can collect a paycheck!
Cases in point:
Wife and Father go to England for a few weeks. No problem especially since England just split from the EU they got a 25% discount on the exchange rate. Thank you England. You’re trying to become fiercely independent again. Hats off folks. I love you all for that.
Here’s where the shit hits the fan. Wife arrives 30 minutes early in Orlando. 1:15 hours later still no wife? Did she make the flight? Did something happen? Kept my mouth shut for an hour and a half… an hour too long but I understand moving a few hundred people around the globe in an aluminum can isn’t the easiest thing to do. Anyway, I ask the info booth what’s the scoop. She says all is perfectly normal and that it can take up to 5 hours to clear customs. Not what I wanted to hear but did she even make the flight? Info bitch couldn’t say. Called Virgin Atlantic. They said I didn’t have the clearance to get that info. I asked what I was supposed to do. They said wait. I said bullshit!
Got on the horn with US customs in Miami pronto and told them in so many words that if they couldn’t tell me exactly where my wife was and her condition at that exact moment I was going to alert every SOB with a badge between Manchester England and Orlando to start looking for her. Miraculously, something that I had been told couldn’t be done was done. They said she would be cleared in the next few minutes. I didn’t need her cleared any faster than anyone else on the 747. I just wanted/needed to know where she was. Simple request you would think. Apparently not so.
Just so you know. Virgin Atlantic rocks. She was treated like the queen herself in both directions. It was my useless Govt. that created the SNAFU!
Next. The Fathers trip with United Airlines (They SUCK!!! They truly SUCK!!!)
20% chance of rain in Newark NJ (capital of fun and pleasure =/) and nearly 0% chance in Greenville/Spartanbrg NC gets your flight cancelled… for 3 fucking days? Jesus, give the poor guy and his fellow passengers a break! 3 days anywhere is insane but Newark? May as well be Beirut or Somalia!
He arrived in Newark at 12:10 pm. About 10:12pm I get a call from a very worried Mother wondering where her husband of 70 years is. Call United Airlines. They told me more BS stories than Hemingway (not the right thing to do at the time), called the Ramada Newark where United Airlines said he was… Ramada never heard of my Father. Called United Airlines back, they said wait till tomorrow and they apologized for the inconvenience. Good lord guys? I’m not bitching about lost underwear and a toothbrush. I’m wanting/needing to know the whereabouts of my Father and I’m not waiting another damn day. (it’s pretty bad when you hope your Father is in Newark).
Wasn’t getting anywhere with anyone until I mentioned that I would be hanging up and contacting the FBI concerning a possible International incident, the NJ State police for a missing person and the Newark Airport Police to visit the United Airlines counter for a few answers. I get a (could I put you on hold for a few moments please?) Damned if they didn’t have me the hotel number along with a room number in less than 2 minutes. Imagine that?
So you wan’t to fly commercial do you? Good luck with that! Have fun in Newark.
Keeping It Classy
in Orlando. Call me old but that wasn’t done when I was younger. Little did I know what was going to occur in the next 5 or so hours. Hey United Airlines… YOU SUCK!
Occupy Orlando
All We Need Is
A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.
“Mister,” he said, “I want to buy one of your puppies.”
“Well,” said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, “These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.”
The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer.
“I’ve got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?”
“Sure,” said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. “Here, Dolly!” he called.
Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse.
Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up…
“I want that one,” the little boy said, pointing to the runt.
The farmer knelt down at the boy’s side and said, “Son, you don’t want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.”
With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he said, “You see sir, I don’t run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands.”
With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy.
“How much?” asked the little boy…
“No charge,” answered the farmer, “There’s no charge for love.”
Author Unknown
So There I was…
Riding one of my Thumpers the other day
And I came across this lizard warming himself up on the road. He was nearly 6 foot I’d guess and wasn’t too keen on getting told to leave.
Cheers!
I think I will. =)
Today was Brutal!
New product out. Stuck in between people who want to sell more and search engines like Google and Amazon who work at their own pace. I have no issues working at their pace. I do however have many issues (all quite serious) with people lying to friends saying that things would be moving much faster if it were in their hands instead of ours.
Greed. It’ll always burn you in the long term.
Lying. It burns also. Unlike greed though, it often starts much faster, burns hotter and sometimes can’t be extinguished.
Bulleit
along with being my favorite bourbon is also my best friend. I had an event this past weekend that required putting him up at the local “pet spa”. I think he had a good time as he’s been sleeping a lot since I picked him up this morning.
I missed him dearly. He’s a nut. He’s my friend.
A little update on the dude. Seems he got quite sick during his stay at the no tell motel. He’s getting better but still not firing on all cylinders.
Opportunities..
lost and the regrets of not seeing them when they were staring me in the face.
They’re killing me slowly.