hmmmm

yesterday, at the corner of I-10 and 46, a police officer had pulled his car off into the grass.  He had his lights on.  He was standing in the grass writing a ticket to two hitchhikers that were sitting on the grass.  They had a sign that said "NEXT TOWN".  Let me say again - he was writing them a ticket.

I'll let you think about that for a while....

happy Monday.

so I went to the local Tea Party last night. a couple of observations:
- nobody was under the age of 50.  Now I know that Boerne doesn't have a HUGE population of younger folks, but I found this disheartening.  Off the top of my head, I could rattle off 30 folks that are about my age.  none of them were there.  There were a lot of veterans, a lot of grey hair, and quite a few wheelchairs.  Not sure what all that means, but it can't be good.
- they had a big poster with various "SPONSORS" and info on how I could become a sponsor.  I thought it would take longer for folks to figure out how to capitalize on the movement, but I was wrong.  They're already on top of it.
- Obama made fun of the protesters yesterday, saying that we should say "THANK YOU" instead.  Has there ever been a more out of touch president in the history of Presidents?  He truly has no idea what is happening around him, and he will pay dearly for it.  Voter turnout in November is going to be astronomical.
- It was very neat to be standing in an exhibition hall surrounded by men and women that are truly Patriots.  I've never experienced that before.  Every last one of them would take up arms to defend our country, and do so out of pure love and respect for the country.  that's rare and amazing.  I was proud to be there.

USPS

my neighbor (one block behind me) just brought me my mail.  It was lying in the street beneath his mailbox.  My neighbor has a lisp, and his name is "Thistlethwait".  Seriously.  God has a sense of humor.

just to recap - government = the SUCK.

damn

3 high school kids killed locally in a car accident.
my kids are NEVER driving - EVER. 
i can't even imagine the pain those poor parents are in....

my stuff

to follow up on my post below: I don't think I'd have much to sell.
My grandfather's power saw was made out of steel and weighed approximately 125 lbs.  Mine is half plastic and weighs three pounds.  I don't have antiques, and all my furniture will probably fall apart in 10 years.  I think that by the time I die, most of my crap would simply break and be worthless.  Nowadays, most of our possessions are plasticy technology China goodness.  and that's certainly not stuff people would want to buy at auction.

garage sale

www.texasbid.com
cool site, run by a really neat local company.

It's like ebay, but local.

the part I find interesting (and depressing) is that he focuses on "estate sales".  So you click on the latest sale, and there are literally hundreds of items from a person's estate.  You see all of their antiques, collectibles, handmade blankets, collections of DVDs, books, and other belongings. 

then you realize - these are all the possessions someone has left behind.  It's a fact of life, but I wonder what people would think of me if you took everything I ever owned and put it up for sale.  Nothing more to add really, except Happy Monday.

I'm sick

so I went to the boerne acute care.
I have a good ol' head cold.
one person was sitting in the lobby.
I filled out their forms and then sat down. 
the other guy was called back after 5 mins, and I was called after another 10.
went with the young kid (probably 22) to an exam room.
He took my blood pressure, temperature etc....
Said "Doc will be in to see you soon.
10 mins.
15mins.
20mins.
30mins.
I opened the door.  The kid was talking w/ another young employee and says "You should have seen it yesterday!!  I went in an exam room and just fell asleep for like three hours!!"  They high-fived at this.
I said "Excuse me.  When will I be seen?"
He walks over and says "Huh?"
I say "I've been in her almost 40 mins"
He grabs the door, and as he closes it says "Yeah, I know.  the exam rooms are all full."
I re-open the door, and say, "Yeah, which one?"
there are probably 6 exam rooms, and they are all empty.  I'm in mine, and the guy from the lobby is across the hall.
Kid shrugs his shoulders.
Luckily for Doc, he shows up quickly, barely looks at me and says "I'll call in some antibiotics."

Except he didn't call it in.  I have to take a print out to Walgreens, drop it off, and return 2 hours later.

Thank God Obama will save us from poor health care.  Right?

friggin' Jeanna

so I buy her a minibike, and watch what she does:

busy

back after a short hiatus from all things blog-related.

released Lifestyle Magazine. 

putting together a "Summer Edition" of EXPLORE.

working through the dangerous maze known as Cordillera Ranch Living.

only thing fun I can say is that I took my boat to the lake.
oh wait, but then it broke down.  but then I fixed it.  and then I caught hella tons of fish.

so if it weren't for magazines, life would be perfect.  :-)