Quick Trip to Colorado and other things

February 29, 2008 by  

Made a quick trip to Ft Collins yesterday.  Got a hair cut, shopped a bit at Kohl’s and went to dinner with the WHOLE Lecher family all together.  That was a treat. 

Courtney is trying out for Volleyball and had made it through all the cuts so far.  One more tonight.  She really is trying hard to make the team.  Nate is also doing tryouts this week for Baseball at the school.  He missed the tryouts last weekend due to state so they are trying out this week.  He thinks he has done well enough to make JV at least.  So GOOD LUCK to both of them today.

Keegan and Brandon dont have tryouts.  Brandon is working diligently to get his math and english courses finished for graduation.  He is not too sure just what he will do next fall…. maybe Front range JC, maybe take a semester or 2 off..  Lots of decisions to make.  Brittany is going to Front Range now.  Seems she likes it according to B.  My Keeg is doing great.  God gave that child the most wonderful attitude about life.  What a blessing he is.  Love you Bitty.

Seems Stevie is sick and going to the doctor today.  If it is strep, hopefully he will be better quickly so no one else gets the stuff before the trip next week.  Cant believe this is the last weekend at home before the trip. 

Have a great day Y’ALL…….

~~~VE

Universal Health Care ROCKS! No?

February 26, 2008 by  

Thanks to friend Casey Peterson for sending this gem onto me. It’s about 5 mins 45 seconds, so watch when you have some time.

Keep the HC & BO out of the WH!

–RElledge

Almost Cruising…

February 26, 2008 by  

Have I said lately just how much I hate the midwest winters…well I do, hate it that is.  I believe this has been the longest winter that I can ever remember.  I’ve lived here my whole life, and I can’t ever remember a winter lingering on this long.  It’s 50 one day and 20 the next.  Snow one day and gone the next….ARGGGH!  So, in less than two weeks my pasty white butt will be lying on the deck of the “Freedom of Seas” Royal Caribean cruise ship.  We set sail on Sunday, March 9th for 7 days to paradise.  Ryan, Spencer (his A$$ better be on the plane with us) and little Brae-Brae.  My plan for those 7 days is to do absoloutely nothing.  Lounging by the pool, sipping on lava flows, getting a tan.  Perhaps I’ll do a two-tank dive with my dive partner, Ryan or it might be the dive master.  Ryan doesn’t like diving with me much, I take a lot longer to get down, my have issues with my ears equalizing and I tend to “allegedly” float about 10′ above Ryan at all times.  I enjoy diving, it’s the going down part I hate.

On our cruise we are hitting 3 ports: San Juan, Puerto Rico; St. Thomas and St. Marten (I believe those are the ports).  I hope Braelyn is good and the she enjoys traveling this time as much as she enjoyed it to Colorado last weekend.  She was amazing on the plane and even better hanging out with us.  We had some of our best nights with her.

Spencer and his friend Phillip are cruising with us.  Phillip is a great kid, and I think my favorite friend of his, next to Gabe Karlin.  Phillip is so excited about the cruise.  He is meeting us in Miami, his sis lives there and he is headed down there a few days before getting on the ship to hang with her.

So, let’s see I need to do some of the following prior to the cruise…get some key areas of my body waxed (OUCH!), tan, figure out what my post-preggers body can squeeze into (and no comment from you honey)…and I am sure a few other things.

Okay…need to start dinner!

The Dad Non Spam

February 25, 2008 by  

I could post a link, but the article is pretty good, so instead, I post the entirety of it. It appeared in the Aspen Times (I think) and The Dad sent it to me today. Sorry for two posts in one day, but I have to post this as it’s just too good. Classify it as SpAm is KoOl or as PoliTICS me off… either way just classify it and remember… keep the HC out of the WH!

In election 2008, don’t forget Angry White Man

Gary Hubbell
February 9, 2008

There is a great amount of interest in this year’s presidential elections, as everybody seems to recognize that our next president has to be a lot better than George Bush. The Democrats are riding high with two groundbreaking candidates — a woman and an African-American — while the conservative Republicans are in a quandary about their party’s nod to a quasi-liberal maverick, John McCain.

Each candidate is carefully pandering to a smorgasbord of special-interest groups, ranging from gay, lesbian and transgender people to children of illegal immigrants to working mothers to evangelical Christians.

There is one group no one has recognized, and it is the group that will decide the election: the Angry White Man. The Angry White Man comes from all economic backgrounds, from dirt-poor to filthy rich. He represents all geographic areas in America, from urban sophisticate to rural redneck, deep South to mountain West, left Coast to Eastern Seaboard.

His common traits are that he isn’t looking for anything from anyone — just the promise to be able to make his own way on a level playing field. In many cases, he is an independent businessman and employs several people. He pays more than his share of taxes and works hard.

The victimhood syndrome buzzwords — “disenfranchised,” “marginalized” and “voiceless” — don’t resonate with him. “Press ‘one’ for English” is a curse-word to him. He’s used to picking up the tab, whether it’s the company Christmas party, three sets of braces, three college educations or a beautiful wedding.

He believes the Constitution is to be interpreted literally, not as a “living document” open to the whims and vagaries of a panel of judges who have never worked an honest day in their lives.

The Angry White Man owns firearms, and he’s willing to pick up a gun to defend his home and his country. He is willing to lay down his life to defend the freedom and safety of others, and the thought of killing someone who needs killing really doesn’t bother him.

The Angry White Man is not a metrosexual, a homosexual or a victim. Nobody like him drowned in Hurricane Katrina — he got his people together and got the hell out, then went back in to rescue those too helpless and stupid to help themselves, often as a police officer, a National Guard soldier or a volunteer firefighter.

His last name and religion don’t matter. His background might be Italian, English, Polish, German, Slavic, Irish, or Russian, and he might have Cherokee, Mexican, or Puerto Rican mixed in, but he considers himself a white American.

He’s a man’s man, the kind of guy who likes to play poker, watch football, hunt white-tailed deer, call turkeys, play golf, spend a few bucks at a strip club once in a blue moon, change his own oil and build things. He coaches baseball, soccer and football teams and doesn’t ask for a penny. He’s the kind of guy who can put an addition on his house with a couple of friends, drill an oil well, weld a new bumper for his truck, design a factory and publish books. He can fill a train with 100,000 tons of coal and get it to the power plant on time so that you keep the lights on and never know what it took to flip that light switch.

Women either love him or hate him, but they know he’s a man, not a dishrag. If they’re looking for someone to walk all over, they’ve got the wrong guy. He stands up straight, opens doors for women and says “Yes, sir” and “No, ma’am.”

He might be a Republican and he might be a Democrat; he might be a Libertarian or a Green. He knows that his wife is more emotional than rational, and he guides the family in a rational manner.

He’s not a racist, but he is annoyed and disappointed when people of certain backgrounds exhibit behavior that typifies the worst stereotypes of their race. He’s willing to give everybody a fair chance if they work hard, play by the rules and learn English.

Most important, the Angry White Man is pissed off. When his job site becomes flooded with illegal workers who don’t pay taxes and his wages drop like a stone, he gets righteously angry. When his job gets shipped overseas, and he has to speak to some incomprehensible idiot in India for tech support, he simmers. When Al Sharpton comes on TV, leading some rally for reparations for slavery or some such nonsense, he bites his tongue and he remembers. When a child gets charged with carrying a concealed weapon for mistakenly bringing a penknife to school, he takes note of who the local idiots are in education and law enforcement.

He also votes, and the Angry White Man loathes Hillary Clinton. Her voice reminds him of a shovel scraping a rock. He recoils at the mere sight of her on television. Her very image disgusts him, and he cannot fathom why anyone would want her as their leader. It’s not that she is a woman. It’s that she is who she is. It’s the liberal victim groups she panders to, the “poor me” attitude that she represents, her inability to give a straight answer to an honest question, his tax dollars that she wants to give to people who refuse to do anything for themselves.

There are many millions of Angry White Men. Four million Angry White Men are members of the National Rifle Association, and all of them will vote against Hillary Clinton, just as the great majority of them voted for George Bush.

He hopes that she will be the Democratic nominee for president in 2008, and he will make sure that she gets beaten like a drum.

Gary Hubbell is a regular columnist with the Aspen Times Weekly.

Check this out….

February 25, 2008 by  

this is great

http://hytaipan.home.comcast.net/~hytaipan/media/serenity2.html

 

 

Universal Healthcare

February 25, 2008 by  


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Back in the OP

February 24, 2008 by  

We arrived back into Kansas City and ultimately the OP about 5pm tonight after spending the past 4 days or so in the mountains of the Rockies… at Keystone. Had a great time skiing and boarding, though I am hobbling a bit due to twisting my left knee. Yesterday, I didn’t plan on even going I was so sore. But, all 4 Murphy kids, Stephanie and Rebecca were going to go and I knew that Gabe would likely need my help, especially with Brock and Jacob. Sure, the Murphy kids all took a full day of ski lessons on Thursday, but on Saturday, up the real lift to tackle their first green. Plus, Rebecca and Stephanie… not so experienced either. So I decided to turn in my snowboard and get skis again, as I would be of much better assistance. Despite my knee hurting like hell, I managed. It took probably close to 90 minutes or more to get down the run with the kids. Michael… he did awesome. Lauren, she did quite well, too. Brock, who I was assisting, did awesome for part of the time, but crashed enough, got cold enough, and legs tired enough that he was crying hard and just having a miserable time towards the end. It’s too bad, too, because when he wasn’t frustrated from falling, he did quite well for his first time. Then there was Jacob. Jacob started slow. Gabe was working with him, though Gabe was on a board. Most improved award definitely goes to Jacob. By the end, he could “french fries” and “pizza” with the best of them! Was awesome to see. He was excited, too.

I almost got in a fight over the skiing. With only 100 yards to go, some azzhole came around the corner and told me “that kid needs to learn how to watch where he’s going.””That kid” was my surrogate son Brock, who was not in anyones way. We were on a green slope, not a blue, not a black. I proceeded to tell the guy where he could go, probably what to do with his poles, etc. The 45 year old-ish azz puffed his chest but ultimately turned and finished the run. I didn’t see him on the bottom, but I was ready.

Stephanie and Rebecca did well! Rebecca only crashed twice… and both times were within a few minutes and while she was standing!

After the 90+ minute run, we all went back to the condo for a breather. Later that afternoon, all but me, Braelyn, Brock and Jacob went back for more. Michael made 3 solid runs, Lauren two, and Stephanie and Rebecca one. All did really well, I am told. I stayed back and took a hottub with Brock and Jacob and hung out with big Brae and Mima (Gabe’s mom, Debbie, who was a wonderful babysitter for us!)

Speaking of Braelyn, she had a great trip. She didn’t fuss on the airplane. She traveled well. I was so pleased. It was good practice for the cruise in just two short weeks. From snow to scuba diving, all in a 2 week span. Gotta love life!

Speaking of loving life… Billary seems to be slipping! And now she’s getting downright nasty! Who’d of thunk?! (Note to Rebecca: I purposely used improper English there… no need to try and get me back!) May be bad for the Repubs to have Obama the Dem nominee, but if the Repubs don’t win, I would rather Obama than… oh wait, either one is taking more from me, spending more on universal health care (Canadians prefer coming to the US for healthcare… hmmm), and preparing to surrender in Iraq. Ugh. Dilemna.

Oh well… I hear the baby fussing right now, better go give Rebecca a hand.

Nighty night, ya’ll.

–RE

Just Because…

February 24, 2008 by  

Stephen participated in the St. Jude’s Reasearch Kick-a-thon for his Martial Arts Studio yesterday. He kicked 1,632 times in 50 minutes. His little legs were so sore. By the end of the time he was holding on to the kicking bag and going through the motions. He raised $90 and got to watch his instructors get their long hair cut.

Mike found out Friday that he gets to finally move to the day shift by the end of March. Yay!

Mike and I decided to go out last night. We went to dinner at La Cocina and then were going to go to a movie. We ended up going to Sidelines to wait for the movie time to get closer. Anthony shows up and well lets just say we had an interesting evening. After Sidelines we went Sneakin’ to the Beacon. The new Beacon is great but so crowded! After the Beacon where I did dance with Mike (once), we went to Casper’s Good Cooking. Yuck! Casper’s was also crowded. I couldn’t believe how many people in my age category go to that place at 12:30 a.m! Bad food…I just drank water and tried to have Chili Cheese fries. Definately hitting the treadmill after last night! Weigh in tomorrow…however I am way under points for the week. So I am keeping my fingers crossed!

Ashley decided that she would like to have a tan before the cruise. I decided that she is not old enough to make a decision about skin cancer at her age. So, we settled on spray tanning. Interesting process. Spray tanning takes 28 seconds. She walked into a booth and was sprayed for 14 seconds on her front and then her back for 14 seconds. She walked out a little tanner. Four hours later she was a lot darker. Weird. The tan lasts two weeks and then you go and have it applied again. There are three shades of tan that can be applied. Weird!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have basically started my Spring Break a little early. I start a math training and have a sub Tuesday-Friday of this week. Then Monday and Tuesday of next week I will be at the School Improvement Conference. I will be back in the classroom next Wednesday for three days and then headed to Miami on Saturday. I can’t wait. I started “trying” to put clothing together for the trip. I have bought a lot of things at my “new” size. They were mostly random and don’t really go together. Oh well, I will look like a clown…but thinner!

Sunday Morning Babble

February 24, 2008 by  

It’s Sunday morning and I am the only one stirring.  Dogs & Mrs. warm in bed and oblivious to the world right now.  Wish I could sleep later!  Been "sort of" windy last night and this morning.  I rate "sort of" at 20-30 mph.  Just a breeze.  Shingles are stacked in neat little stacks on our roof.  We bought early as we were advised a price increase was imminent.  They will be stacked up there a few more weeks as they need 2-3 days of 70 degree + weather to effectively put them up there correctly.

     I am still chipping away at the caked salt in the water conditioner.  Don’t ever let your softener go without attention folks.  That is not an easy chore.  I am finally at the bottom of the tank.  Now I just have to get a a couple of hard to reach places and I’ll be set to rechrge it and hopefully, get it working properly once again.

     Our newest victims visited yesterday.  Vickie located a nice young man and his sister to stay here and look after our two "precious" little darlings.  Guess they didn’t run him off on the initial meeting so they are going to give it a try.  How come nobody comes back after a week with them? 🙂  Alot of good excuses I have heard – and I have to admit that in some cases the choice was ours.  Extenuating circumstances we will call it.

     Hope Nate got a good nights rest last night.  I could not be more proud of that boy.  What a trooper.  First trip to Colorado High School State Wrestling Tournament and he finished 6th in the State.  And …. he is a Junior this year so he has another shot!  That is a good example of a person selecting a niche and working their tail off at it and succeeding.  WAY TO GO NATE!!  Love you.

     Interesting week ahead.  Staying in Casper tomorrow – then Cheyenne for two days The great State of Wyoming Legislature is in session and we meet with them to educate (not lobby 🙂 heh heh) at various meetings this week.  Then I’ll shoot back to Casper late Wednesday then head to Wheatland for a day and a half of Strategic Planning.  Retreat atmosphere – out at a guest ranch – could be nice if the weather is nice or miserable if the weather is normal.  In between all of that I am starting to try to get a half dozen projects to the point where I can leave them for 10 days or so so I can go & enjoy floatin the boat!

     Well – Miss Vickie just poked her head in – she and our "precious darlings" must have finally seen merit in getting out of bed.  Except for Maggie – I figure she is still there …. she knows how to work it.

     Love y’all from Casper wherever you may be and whatever you may be doing.  Sure would like to see some blogging from some other branches of the tree.  If you are readin’ – how about writin’?

The Dad

Ryan is Old; Nate is Good!

February 22, 2008 by  

So, my body feels old. I have been here at Keystone skiing (yesterday) and snow boarding (today). My body hurts. Didn’t fall once skiing, despite it having been four years since I last went skiing. Today on the snow board, much different story. I was definitely “one with the mountain” but not in the way I would have preferred. Thankfully after my last snow boarding experience (4 years ago — my first boarding) I learned that it is cool to wear a helmet! My head feels much better today than it did 4 years back. My thighs… not so much. My legs get so tired that I don’t use proper mechanics and end up fighting it all the way down. Tomorrow, we’ll see if I can do a bit better.

Speaking of doing a bit better… my nephew Nathan is wrestling at the 5A State Tournament in Denver, Co. He came in as a four seed. Yesterday, he knocked off a #1 seed. Today, he knocked off a #2 seed. Tonight, he is in the semi-finals at 135 pounds and wrestles the #1 seed from his region. They have met only once this year, and Nate wasn’t on the winning side. Paybacks are hell. I really want him to win… if he does, he is in the ‘Ship! And, if he’s in the ‘ship, I will be there! The Championship matches begin tomorrow night at 6pm. Plenty of time for me to board a bit, hurt myself more, and head to Denver to watch Nate go for a title. Hope so!

Braelyn just did a liquid sounding, um, #2. Thankfully Rebecca is holding her so it’s her turn to change the diaper. Finally. Rebecca has really been a slacker when it comes to changing diapers.

Getting ready to head to the top of the mountain to eat at a fondue restaurant. Should be good.

Signing off from Keystone, where it has been beautiful, no wind, good snow, and more snow due tonight. Almost makes me not think about the HC and keeping her out of the White House. Looks like Obama is making a hard run at being the Dem nomination. Better him than her, but he is such a good speaker, people may vote for him just so they can wash away the blunders from Bush. Long way to go. McCain is our man, I guess. As long as he stays in his wife’s pants and no one elses, he’ll be the nom.

Peace, ya’ll.

–RE

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