Snug and smug

I have nothing to prove.Not trying to impress anyone.

Call me crazy,nuts,wacko I don't worry about it.

For me I  know whats what.

I am smart enough to know all I don't know or understand.

But I am smart enough to be open to things that just might be.

Listen to this and make up your own mind.Don't be a sheep and follow what people want you to follow.

Think for yourself.

Just maybe there is a snowball's chance that we are not alone.

Don't be so snug and smug thinking we be all there is.

DAWGG

Woo Hoo.

BBQ sandwich for lunch.Ain't going to complain.Meat loaf for supper.

Got enough nerve to wear my Auburn tigers t shirt yesterday.After that Auburn Georgia football game of Saturday I thought it best waiting a few days before wearing it.Didn't want to make the natives to mad.

Just had a student nurse from Auburn come in and give me my insulin shot and aspirin and I could not resit making a smart butt comment about that game.Found out she is excuse my language... a Yankee.I was nice my Southern Brethren and didn't even give her the test.You know the test where you ask them what you call those 4 legged fuzzy things with a wagging tail that go bow wow.If they don't answer DAWGG you know we pray for'em.

Helps us Lord they multiplying.

So much for...

Woke up to the sound of a cat or at first I thought it was.

It was a little old Lady screaming stop that.Most likely they where giving her morning meds.

The sounds of someone dragging chairs across a hard floor that sound like fingernails scrapping a black board.

Mr Paul calling for Margret who I guess was his wife.He is 85 and is from NC.I asked him if Billy the famous preacher was any kin and he said yes they where brothers.Really I think not but Mr Paul does have a way with words.Cuss words.

Willie is moaning waiting for his pain pill.

Someone is on the pa system but way down here I can't understand what they are saying.

Sounds of the old folks home.

So much for sleeping late.

Does to me

That's a full moon
Chain me to a tree
You don't want to see
What a full moon does to me

When so sweet

My sugar is up
No eat candy or cake cup
Life be bleak
When so sweet

Dream of chocolate cake
Hint for folks to bake
Life be bleak
When so sweet

Dr Pepper be great
That no debate
Life be bleak
When so sweet

Snickers peanut nut butter
They make heart flutter
Life be bleak
When so sweet

Life of diabetic
Not trying to be poetic
Life be bleak
When so sweet

It good!

Night Nurse Teresa B
Brought chili-e
So good
Thank you from the south side hood

Taters gravy biscuits of cheese
A meal that do please
I be fat
That be a fact

Ms Amber 
Thank you so much
I don't think
That food will make it to lunch

Will just have to wear off

Four years old,Standing Rock,Alabama.

Someone decided the road in front of the house needed a coat of tar on it.So my curious four year old mind was intrigued watching the paving of the road on that hot summers day.

What else was there to do but play in a ditch with my faithful loyal loving dog Lassie or swing on the swing set.

In my mind I remember thinking when those folks leave I'm going to try out that road on my training wheel equipped bicycle.I being a country child knew only of dusty red clay roads.This was a real paved road.

They left.

I did.

The road was still bubbly hot and sticky and thinking to myself dirt roads rode better.

I seen a car on the fresh tarred road headed for me.

I might add at four years old I wasn't the brightest star in the sky and why I did this next I have no excuse.

The car scared me.

Jumping off the bike into the hot bubbly tar seemed like the thing to do at the time.

It wasn't.

My little ole self was covered head to toe with that sticky tar.

Poor Momma.

Off to the tub or big galvanized tub I'm not sure she rushed me.

Tar is like bubble gum when it gets into your hair and when it hardens on your body lets just say it ain't easy to remove.

My tow head was full of harden tar along with my body parts not covered by clothes.

Momma scrubbed and scrubbed and soap wasn't working so she use Tide washing powders.

I can still hear her say some of this will just have to wear off.

I learn a lesson that day,don't ride your bike on a freshly tared road and by all means stay on the bike don't jump off it.

Already knew that

Rejoice fat boys!

Good news my partners of the round food table.

Just read something that will make us happy.

Chocolate helps prevent belly fat and obesity.

Nuts of all kind help prevent some types of cancers.

Cookies,oatmeal cookies what they do that's good I don't know but they are good for you.

If I live long enough the day will come when Big Mac's and those delicious french fries and a Dr Pepper will turn out to be health food after all.

But us fat boys already knew that.

Cornbread fed

Heard a new term this morning.

Cornbread fed.

That's me cornbread fed and raised.

Till this very day cornbread with my peas and beans,in vegetable soup and chili.

A slice of hot out the stove cornbread with mayo on it or butter.

Buttermilk and cornbread,sweet milk and cornbread.

Fried cornbread,flitters,fritters I'd rather have a stack of Johnny cakes with butter and syrup than pancakes any day.

Mexican cornbread,cornbread muffins,cornbread sticks,hush puppies.

Cornbread.

Van down by the river

Is it just me or can you see it also?

Mayor Ford from Toronto reminds me so much of Chris Farley former member of the Saturday Night Live cast who died a few years ago.

When watching Mayor Ford rant and rave in that video while under the influence of something I swear it's Chris Farley doing that van down by the river skit.

Anyway

Looks like rain
That's ok
Staying inside today
Anyway

Nothing to do
Lay here and think
Mind on brink
Anyway

Thinking of past
Things didn't last
Forgetting things forgot
Anyway

Don't tell

Kitchen made mistake...real sausage at breakfast...hope same tomorrow...our secret...don't tell.

My big ole...

Me and my big ole dish.

Back in the early 80's I read,studied about and finally got one of the things.

The UPS man(love seeing that big brown truck stopping in front of the house bringing new play things)brought about what seemed like a dozen pasteboard boxes on a bright sunny hot summers day.

I was in business.

My neighbor Raymond who was like my second Daddy and myself got to work.

Putting that 12 foot dish together went smoothly.After a days time it was done.

Next digging the hole.3 foot deep 3 foot wide with a big black iron pole set in the center and filled with sack after sack of concrete.Make sure the pole is leveled and true and wait.A couple of days passed by and it was time.Time to set the dish on the pole.Have help with this step those mesh dishes are heavy.

Time for the big show.

With TV,satellite receiver on a picnic table we where ready to tune in the birds.Wish it was that simple there are a few adjustments here and there to be done,

Well doggy as Jed Clampett would say after a little fiddling I found a satellite.

A Mexican satellite.

From 23,000 miles up in the sky over the equator I was watching TV.

At the time there where 18 C band satellites that where available.

With my copy of Oribt in hand I was like a kid on Christmas Day.Watching this and that TV from here to yonder,TV news behind the scenes watching Dan Rather getting ready,down on Spacenet 1 channel 17 where folks must have been acrobats because they where doing things to this day I ain't figured out what they where doing,24 hours of TV watching pleasure.

Yes I did like that big ole dish.

Dream pretty

Day is over
Night is here
Darkness prevails
Nothing to fear

Sleep tight
Dream pretty
Don't you worry
Everything alright

See you in the morn
Our day will begin
Remember this
You are my friend

Miss thee

Little ham key
How I  miss thee
Dit dot
Fun we had alot

Blessed

Blessed more than I deserve.

Goony Bird

It's official.

Around the old folks home I'm called Big Head John Haynes.

On my knee pain patch last night there it was my initials BHJH.

They will come around today and give me a new resident ID bracelet with BHJH on it I'm sure.

As a kid my ears where unproportionally big for my head.They flapped like wings when the wind blew.At times I could fly if the wind was strong enough really I could but only for a few feet.

I was so thrilled and happy when my head grew matching my ears.

Big Head John sounds so much better than being called Goony Bird because of my big ears as a kid.

Where's Andy

Where's Andy
Dead or alive
Is it a ho-ax
Will Andy come back

Yonder

Fear death
Life I only know
Sure of beyond
That Heavenly home

What holds me here
Often I wonder
What I read
Better over yonder

My new favorite TV commercial

Fireplace

Fireplace
On winters day
Smell of smoke
Great I say

Take me back
Another time
Life way was
Everything fine

Simple times
Stress less
All that done
Was for best

Come night
Light the room
Peaceful be
No fright

Dark skeletons

Some things you will never know about me.

Nobody will and I'm not telling.

Just me and God know the truth,the whole truth nothing but the truth.

Nothing we do in our life is really hid.

Sooner or later all is known.

If we make it out this life un caught the book of life shall reveal all.

I have secrets,dark skeletons I hope that never see the light of day and I'm sure you do also.

The moral of the story is this...I can't judge anyone,you shouldn't try to judge anyone only God has the authority to do that.

Gosh darn

I'm in such a gosh darn cheerful mood today.

My subject shall be about puppies,kitties, flowers blooming in spring.

No more of this depressing real subjects of people starving,the Philippines wiped out by a typhoon then struck by a earthquake.No more talk hush your mouth how governments don't exactly tell the truth on all matters.Everything is fine just like in the Wizard of Oz.

No more doubtful thinking from me all is good,innocent and pure.

Everyone tells the truth no one lies and little children are safe and their bellies are full of food.

People of all colors are treated the same.

The world is perfect full of God's love and we each show that love to those around us.

No more of that real life stuff will I write about.

Trying

I'm being nice today...

Eating ice cream in the dark

Interesting night.

Power went off a bit after 7 pm just as I was being wisked away to the shower.Had to turn around and cancel that escapade.

So I'm laying in bed on my back eating chocolate ice cream in the dark.Think I  did good no real big mess that I  can see.It is a talent...eating ice cream in the dark...laying flat on your back...yay me...I have a talent.

By the way yesterday was an excellent food day.

Country fried steak sandwich with fries and to top it off someone brought me a Whopper and onion rings.I ate the onion rings but gave the Whopper away.

And thank God for electricity ...sure miss it when it's gone.

Home home in LaGrange (edited from 7/2013)

Home home in LaGrange
Where the Olympians trained
Home home in LaGrange
And the workers do strain

Home home in LaGrange
Don't disagree with those who run the town
Home home in LaGrange
They run you into the ground

Home home in LaGrange
Does City Hall care at all 
Home home in LaGrange
They just kick'ya in the b....

Home home in LaGrange
If you don't live on Vernon you don't belong
Home home in LaGrange
Where most don't know whats really going on

Home home in LaGrange
Where crooks and thieves abound
Home  home in LaGrange

And that's just downtown

No help at all

I need a rest.

Worked hard all last night unloading a 18 wheeler truck with no help.

Not only did I unload the truck I drove it to be unloaded with no help.

Not only did I drive the truck to be unloaded I parked it in an almost impossible spot with no help I may add.

I was so sleepy unloading that truck by myself with no help I might add I just wanted to take a nap but I had no help and could not.

I guess you have figured out without any help I may add this was all just a dream.

Will share

Have jar of peanut butter...searching for woman with soda crackers...will share.

Cart before the horse

Why not give us old folks here at the home a medium size glass of red wine at bed time instead of those awful narcotics.

It's a natural product.Helps calm the savage beast so restful slumber is possible.Washes away that bad cholesterol and helps your heart.

I write this as I'm sipping on iced apple juice which contains arsenic.

Sometimes we do put the cart before the horse.

Come for thee

The big black Caddy just slowly drove by
It did stop oh my oh my
Someone has been set free
One day it will come for thee

Thanks to the Monkees for inspiration

Here we come
Walking down your street
Like to have fun with
Everyone we meet

Hey hey we are politicians
We just like messing around
You better be careful now
We are in your town

Everything we say is true
If the price is right
Many things we can
Do for you

Hey hey we are politicians
We just like messing around
You better be careful now
We are in your town

If I'm caught in a lie
Turn the tables I will
It's just politics
I will deny

Hey hey we are politicians
We just like messing around
You better be careful now
We are in your in town

The problem is

Let me enlighten everyone with my Southern wisdom.

The problem is not us in wheelchairs or with disabilities.

The problem is the way people perceive us.

I never have

Very compassionate for the Pope to greet people in wheelchairs.

He told them not to be ashamed of their disability.

Thank you but I never have.

Chicken Little

Chicken Little was right...the sky is falling...least a satellite is...where and when no one knows...invest in a crash helmet.

Ban this

Just ban everything...food...cars...guns...just drink water and breathe air...wait that will kill ya also!

Big Poppa at his best

Doughnuts,microwave popcorn and frozen pizza I like.

They have trans fats along with many other foods I enjoy.

The government don't like trans fats.

The government(FDA) going to ban trans fats in food.

Big Poppa at his best.

Telling grown folks what and not to eat.

There is a group of folks out there that are on a power ego trip that just want to be bossy pushy know it all do as I say not as I do types.

I've seen video of those White House suppers that they put on for all those foreign leaders.

Fillet minion and sushi and such.

You politicians eat that.

Let me eat my frozen pizza and microwave popcorn

Breaking news!

Breaking news!

WSB TV Atlanta ,Georgia has the water pipe breaks covered.

From the air and with ground troops they are on the scene.

From a gusher to a trickle.

Knock to the head with a big stick.

This NFL bulling thing.

All bulling problems I have a cure for it.

When I was a little boy about 8 years old there was a neighborhood kid about 14 who bullied me.

I was faster so I could out run him and he never caught me.His bulling was just verbal calling me every cuss word that a 14 year old knew.

Daddy told me what to do.

He said get you a big stick,go sit on the hood of the car,wait on him.

Sure enough I did as Daddy said,got me a stick,sat on the hood of the car and waited.

Here he came down Juniper Street just a cussing me while riding his bike.

I waited till he got up close to me.

I took care of the problem.

I knocked him off his bike with that stick.

Problem solved.

Never again did he bully me.

Daddy was smart.

That is all it takes with most bullies.

One knock to the head with a big stick.

That devilish mean streak

I think I'm a bad man.

Maybe I just have a devilish mean streak in me.

At times I almost give in to this uncontrollable urge I have.

Let me explain.

When so called able bodied people tower over me in my wheelchair and they seem to be patronizing me just because I am at times I feel like putting on a little show.

I want to start doing my southernized hand signal talking pretending I can't hear them.

I so want to reassure them with my middle finger that they are number 1 in my book.

I want to grin and drool like I'm in another world or least another zip code from them.

I want them to have that grin on their face that says shoot fire I'm so glad I ain't this dude.

Yes I could go on but won't.

That mean devilish streak might take over.

Rough type of life

From the hills of Alabama
Granddaddy made his living
Making that mash
That was good for sipping

Against the law
What he did
Rough type of life
He got shot in the jaw

Loved his dogs
Coon hunter he be
Answered to no one
Granddaddy was free

Granddaddy he lives in me
I'm his grandson that is true
Granddaddy knew you only a while
I do miss you

I see

I see
A tree
Yellow leaves
Falling free

I see
Cloudy sky
And hawks
Flying high

I see
Friends too
Blessed I
For you

I see
God's love
All around
Love abounds

Bits and pieces

Bits and pieces from the news.

6 ft 325 pound football player claims he was bullied by another player.

Should have seen that one coming the way theses pro players been sissifing up the game lately.

Man prints T shirts.

Has NSA(national security agency)emblem on front.

Motto is we be peeping while you be sleeping.The only government agency that really listens to you.

NSA is mad.Gonna sue man.

Wish I had thought up that.

Zombified

Your mission for today if you choose to accept.

Your quest.

Search for life.Not intelligent life but just life.Search for life that hasn't been Zombified.

I see people walking around with this look like there has been an error in their programming  like they just received an 404 error code.

Oh.

I forgot.

It's election day.

People are Bestoinkified.

Never mind.

Old Big Head

Some around here call me Old Big Head John Haynes.

Here I'm caught getting ready for another day of mixing,mingling and socializing.

Double standard

Why can Kanye West wear this battle flag of the Confederacy on his jacket sleeve and be touted as as doing something good?

Why if I wear this battle flag of the Confederacy on my jacket sleeve I'm touted as a racist?

Double standard.

Another day

Watching my life pass by.

Watching traffic on busy US 29.

Watching the sky for what who knows.

Watching the trees blow in the wind.

Listening to the sounds of the home.

Listening to Mr B sing old gospel songs.

Listening to Polly Polly Polly say help me help me help me.

Listening to sounds of meds being crushed up.

Listening to the repeated questions of residents.

Another day in the life of resident 31 B.

I'm in love

I'm in love.

Promised myself never again would this happen.

It was sudden,unexpected.

There she was.

At supper tonight.

Dark ,sweet, beautiful.

Her name is Sara,Sara Lee.

The best double chocolate cake I've ever had.

Tweety mood

I'm in a Tweety Bird mood today.

It's much easier finding the bad in a situation than the good.

Rude

Walker Texas Ranger Junior is up and at it.

From 7am till 7pm Walker Junior is commander of the TV remote out in the commons area.

Same boring channel same boring reruns day in day out.

The other day a new elderly gent resident had the remote and Walker Junior came cruising up slowly sitting behind us mumbling Walker Texas Ranger turn it.

He was ignored.

But like all spoiled children he made his way over to the new man held out his hand mumbling remote.

Now Walker Texas Junior is old enough not to act this way and not old enough to act this way if you get my drift.

I give him his way just because I know he is in pain and maybe if there is a thing called seniority he has it since he has been here a long time.

But that is no excuse for being rude as Hell.

Make it interesting

Football is for sissies.

There I think it so I said it.

I'll tell you why this is so.

Have you watched a pro game lately?

Lately watching them big ole boys playing this I have noticed.

They skip around like 6 year old girls playing hop scotch,can't keep their hands to their self,fall down so they won't get tackled and run the ball or throw it out of bounds instead of being a man and facing up to big neck breaker Bubba who loves pain,giving pain to others I should say.

Now come to the year 2013.

Just make pro football a game of tag.

Players are being fined each week for tackling others forgive me"to rough".

Players are getting hurt,it's football,players are getting injured,it's football,players are getting their feelings and egos smashed,it's football,you get the picture.

So add the lingerie girls to the pro football league.

If they going to play tag football least make it interesting.

Hell is hot

Today I have many ideas running through my head.

None are related so instead of writing separate stories for each I will combine them.

Let's get the show on the road.

First off this is on my mind.The old folks home is in a way just a dumping ground.Loved ones,family,friends that you can't deal with or want around you just dump in these places.Like we do unwanted dogs and cats that are dumped on the side of the road and you speed off quickly cause it's wrong and you are to ashamed of what you did and can't look back at their wondering what did I do sad eyes.

Some family members are still loyal and visit their aged parents,sick loved ones and haven't deserted their friends.

To all the rest all I can say is Hell is hot.

Come to think of it this story is enough for right now.

Let that sink in.

Happy Halloween Ya'll !

Bring me candy
Treat not tricks
I live out yonder
In the sticks

Know what I like
Paydays Snickers Peanut Butter Cups
You be nice
Or take a hike

Moon ain't full
Stars will shine
Clouds pass by
Don't bring me candy yo butt be mine

NSA

Careful what you say
Mind what you do
NSA
May be watching you

Patience

Patience is a virtue....just seen it in action...thank God for people who have it.

Redneck Halloween

Halloween ya'll
Redneck style
Take ya shoes off
This gonna take awhile

Don't give me
No sweet sugary treats
I want peas cornbread
That would be neat

BBQ a pig
Make some stew
Yeah that will do it
Save some for my dawg ole Blue

Pass around that brew
Made out back
What you been thinking
I was toting in that sack

Smoke dip chew
Put that in my trick o treat sack
Bull of the Woods my favorite
Plug of that will do

When outback
In the little house with the moon
Leave some Sears Roebuck catalog
Drinking this brew I'll be back real soon

Rednecking in a 4 wheel drive
Watch this our last words
Most of us won't
Get out of Halloween alive

Rainy days

Rainy days and Mondays...don't get me down.

Old man and his dog

Someone said something the other day that reminded me of a Twilight Zone episode years and years ago I seen.

Old man and his dog take a little walk into the woods to hunt.

When they return home the man's wife is sitting in a rocking chair in their little cabin in the woods dressed in black.Mourning clothes.

The man speaks to his wife.

No answer.

After a few tries the man figures it out...he is dead.

After much thought the old man and his faithful dog start walking.

Where he doesn't know he just knows he must keep walking.

Finally they reach a gate.

It's the gates to Heaven.

Someone,St.Peter I assume meets them at the gate and explains what happened to him and his dog.

Seems the man while hunting had fallen into a pond and his dog went in after him.

Both drowned.

Come on in St.Peter said and the old man and his dog started through the gates.

Stop !

You can enter but not your dog !

Well the old man thought it out.

He loved his dog and his dog loved him faithfully so much that he gave his life for the old man.

No said the old man.

If my dog can't come in I won't either and kept walking.

The old man talking with his faithful friend said we will just be together no matter what.

They came upon another gate but this one had no sign.

A man met them.

Come on in he told the old man.

I won't leave my dog the old man said.

Of course your dog is welcomed.

This is HEAVEN !

Slow ride on this dark night

That big long black Cadillac just left here I seen from my window.

A slow ride on this dark night.

Someone is free from these worldly troubles.

I can't mourn.

I will say you will be missed.

Better things await you my unknown friend.

You are now unchained of the times.

You are free.

Head on backwards

I've turned the other cheek so many times my head feels like it's on backwards.

I'm gonna chill

Ms Ruby Ms Gwen
Ya'll done it again
Thanks from 31 B
For those peas cornbread and sweet tea

It was fine
Good I dined
Mr B send the bill
Me I'm gonna chill

New hope

A new day.

A new chance to start over.

A new beginning.

New hope.

A new life.

A new direction.

Lord you know what I mean.

Heaven on Earth

Could this be Heaven on Earth?

Just might be.

North Georgia mountains.

Cabin.

Fall of the year.

Sitting in a well worn rocking chair around a fireplace on a frosty night.

Baking biscuits in dutch oven and frying potatoes in the fireplace.

Aroma of burning wood and cooking food filling the one room cabin.

Hot cup of fresh coffee in my hand.

The wind growling through the trees.

Full bright orange harvest moon hanging so low it seems I could just reach out and touch it.

Missy and Pee Wee with her son Sam the cat curled up in front of the fire in peaceful sleep.

Reading God's word by the light of a kerosene lantern.

No cares no worries.

The crackling burning wood and low howl of the wind music to my ears.

A combination for deep comfortable slumber under an old homemade patch quilt and thick feather pillow.

Heaven.

Your mission for today

Look closely.

These are hush puppies.

Study them.

Learn to cook them.

Admire them.

I will be stopping by your house soon,please have a dozen of these fried tasty creations ready.

That is your mission for today if you choose to accept.

Thank you.

Catfish in the bath tub

Tilapia.

Guess I have lived a sheltered life but before coming to the old folks home never had I heard of Tilapia.

It is served least twice a week here.Lemon peppered Tilipia,Cajun Tilipia,baked Tilipia on and on.

I looked it up and it's a fish from Biblical times and sometimes is called St.Peter's fish.

I'm not a fish eater,care nothing about seafood,lobsters look like those big Palmetto bugs we have down here in the South,you know those big bugs that are so bad I seen one caring a pistol one time just daring me to stomp it,joking but they are big and look like roach bugs that have been mutated by the atom bomb or on steroids.

The only fish I ever ate was catfish.Fried,deep fried and please don't serve me one with the head on it.

Daddy was a fisherman and I remember waking up on Saturday mornings and seeing the bath tub loaded with live swimming catfish that he had caught the night before.Disgusting I know but true.

Really the only thing I liked about fish fries was the trimmings.French fries,onion rings,hush puppies,slaw and sweet ice tea.

Yes living a sheltered life missing out on a lot of things like Tilipia but between me you and the worm bucket that is fine with me.

Just give me a Big Mac and large fries and I will be happy.

Tweety Bird mood

I'm in a Tweety Bird mood today....as Tweety said....They don't know me very well do they!

Hide my head

Good breakfast,full belly,warm room,comfortable bed,this old sinner is blessed this morning.

Lot of times I don't take the time to give thanks for all that is good in my life instead I dwell to much on things that are not right with my life.

As Daddy would tell me"I'd be a shame and would go hide my head".

I am thankful and blessed.

Reflecting

Reflecting on my life
Thinking back not so bad
Had some strife
Mostly I've been happy not sad

Lucky I guess
That describes me
Compared to some
I have been blessed

Don't get me wrong
Had time of tears
But I lived through it
To me it's been nice the years

Hell fire from above

The sky has opened up and hell fire from above has spewed upon the Earth.

More later...

Life on da po side

Here at the old folks home there are two wings separated by a long hall.

The North side and here where I stay the South side.

They are really the same but different.

Over her on the South side it is affectionately know as the po side,the dirty South or the projects as it's been called.

That long hall mentioned has double swinging doors that around 8 pm each night are closed shut.

I never figured out why.

Maybe to keep us folks from the po side from finding out how the other sides lives or what they do at night.

Maybe it's to keep those rich side folks from getting lost and ending up here in the project.

Rumor is it's party party party at night over there on the North side.

Food catered and brought in from Momma Bee's cafe and musical entertainment by folks like Little Richard and his band of renown.I don't know what renown means it just sounded like it would go good with the story.

I do remember seeing 3 long black limos pulling into the parking lot after 8 some times so might be something to that party thing.

Maybe on some dark foggy night me and my roomie Wille can do a secret op's detail and slip over to their side peek into the windows and see what really goes on.

Till then we can only guess.

Help us all

Double terror tonight.

A full Hunters moon and a total eclipse.

Reports of strange mysterious things happening are being reported on CNN and Fox news as this is being written.

Lights strange lights low in the sky have been reported by local 911 authorities and officers on patrol.

They are advising people to use caution and monitor local police frequencies and report any thing out of the norm.

Help us all what is this…What does it mean?


Ok after much thought I had this posted on my Facebook page and deleted it.
Reason being I have some friends there who might have taken it a little bit to serious and switched their TV's to the news channels searching for info and running outside looking up into the night skies looking for little green men or grey which ever the case may be.

Calling 911 and jamming their switchboards with questions like is this the beginning of the end and I can see it now the police visiting me asking what in Hatti is going on and are you crazy or something(DON'T ANSWER THAT I CAN HEAR YOU).

So my attempt of an Orson Wells copy cat of the War of the Worlds has failed.

Orson almost got sent to the poky for his stunt and I don't want to end up that way cause little fat boys like me don't do prison very well.

So as Roseanna Roseanna from SNL use to say NEVER MIND all is good and safe the buggers under your bed and in the closet won't get you tonight...

Maybe!

7 hours plus a few minutes

It rolls around every morning about 8 am.

The start of another beautiful day in the neighborhood.

Breakfast.

The best meal of the day for me.

For mine it's 1 fried just about done not quite, to perfection egg.Then some real homemade grits not the 5 minute easy fast stuff but real down home old timey grits.Bacon,3 slices.A biscuit that is perfect and hot coffee and OJ round it out.Just add butter,jelly, salt and pepper.

Now I wish this had not wrote this.

Mouth watering and I'm hungry.

7 hours plus a few minutes till it rolls around again.

He ain't real

Friday at the old folks home.

Pizza or lasagna?

Choices choices .

I'm dragging my feet today(really wish I could do that ha ha)being lazy.A bit on the coolish side and staying under the covers seems like the best thing to do so I did.

Sunny day after showers of yesterday and the weather people say it going down into the 40's the coming up weekend.

So far so good nothing to report that's exciting just a so so day so far.

The sky is a beautiful blue with wispy white clouds streaked with the contrails of jet planes.

Trees especially the little Dogwood in front of my big window is beautifully changing colors with orange and brown.

The only thing I can really complain about is Walker Texas Ranger.

I dislike that TV show so much.

My Roomie Texas Walker Junior loves it and controls the channel clicker all day watching Walker Texas Ranger.

Walker ain't real.Walker can do no wrong.

Need someone saved?Call Walker.

Need a bull rode when the pro bull riders can't? Call Walker.

Driver of a NASCAR team hurt and need a driver?Call Walker he will win the race.

Get the picture?

When the bad guys start a shooting Walker does the Kung Fu thang on them never drawing his big ole gun.And dag nabbit he wins.

And when walker does shoot POW!

Every shot is dead on.One man one shot is all it takes for Walker Texas Ranger.

But the bad guys need some target practice.They shoot machine guns,bazookas and cruise missiles at Walker and still miss.

And that Dodge truck he drives I hate, bullets bounce off it like they do off Super Man's chest.

I'm a Ford F 150 man myself.

And get this.

Walker is a time shifter going back into time visiting his Indian ancestors or pretending to be his hero Hays Cooper Texas Ranger(heck I got Indian blood in me but never have I time shifted..wait there was that time in 1963...another story for another time).

Yeah that Walker Texas Ranger.

Oh yeah I almost forgot Walker Texas Ranger is God's gift to women.

He ain't real.

Thank goodness for YouTube.

There I can watch Rocky and Bullwinkle.

Real TV.

Redneck liberal

Redneck liberal
That I am
Read the Bible
Eat canned spam

Think for myself
Know right wrong
Protect my family
King in my home

Don't follow crowd
Figure it out
Not a sheep
Don't follow loud

Patriotic not words
Deeds you do
Think for myself
You think to

Confession

Polite folks don't talk about politics,religion or sex.

Everyone has a different opinion on these three subjects.

I consider myself polite maybe to polite at times.

But today I'm making a confession.

Something I've always been but kept quiet.

I know the risk I'm taking.Chances are family and friends will disown and shun me but I must not live this lie any longer.

Preachers will cast me into the burning lakes of Hell.

I have heard Preachers condemning people who had my views.More on this subject at the end.

I am proud of my decision announcing to the world my true feelings.

Ready?

Deep breath.

Here goes.

I am a...

 Bill Clinton,Barrack Obama,Jimmy Carter DEMOCRAT,a George Bush 1 and 2,Ronald Reagan,Ted Cruz(who in Hatti is this?) and all those other REPUBLICANS basher.

Once I heard a Preacher say while in the pulpit on a Sunday during his sermon (if you voted for Bill Clinton you would have to answer for it to God).

Now I've read the Bible several times  from Genesis to Revelations and vicer versa and never did I hear Jesus or God proclaiming to be a Republican or Democrat or anything between.

I did read in the Bible that Jesus did say "what's Cesar's is Cesar's and what's mine is mine".

I can't support anyone or any party that continually favors hurting children,old and sick citizens by always threatening to cut programs that serve the most helpless of the helpless while giving money and tax breaks to Chrysler Corporation,GM,Citi Bank so on and so on and call my self a Christian because I think if Jesus walked this earth now He would choose feeding a hungry child and healing a blind lame sick person over giving Bank of America bailout money.

And besides Daddy always told me poor folks like us have to vote Democratic and I being an obedient child have the same views.

There.

I've said it.

I feel better now.

P.S.

I love you!

Sky

Gamma ray burst
Asteroids fly by
Solar flare
Dangers from sky

Meteorites crash
Falling stars
Eclipse of sun
Burnt to ash

Sky turns black
Sun burns red
Moon runs blood
These things dread

They are back!

They are back!

Wow.

I'm excited.

Just seen a fair ride heading into LaGrange on the back of a flat bed truck.

Memories of fun times.

Sawdust on ground.

Aroma of corn dogs,french fries,candy apples.

The sights and sounds of the fair on a cool October night in Georgia.

Fear not death

Fear not dead
They know nothing
In deep sleep
No reason weep

Come a time
Will rise again
New life will
Begin then

Fear not death
A new dimension
But precious be
That last breath

Heaven I wait
Ready for peace
In God's care
I will sleep

Moon dark side

Moon dark side
Want to go
Where my face
Never to show

Leave me alone
Vacuum of space
Want drop out
The human race

Scarlet letter P

The scarlet letter P.

Require every politician from the top to the bottom have this tattooed upon their chest.

Take away all their special privileges.

Turn them out amongst the hungry,jobless,hurting people they are suppose to serve.

In my humble opinion it would take only a short time before their high and mighty attitude would change drastically.

I'm being nice really.

What I'm thinking I better not say.

Jesse and Frank

Jesse and Frank James.

They where heroes back in their day to the people.

Robbing those greedy banks who where taking peoples farms away from them.

Story is John Dillinger would rob banks and take deeds that they held on peoples homes/farms and burn them.

Then there was Mr.Robin Hood.He stole from the rich and gave to the poor.We kinda have one of those today.

He is called Uncle Sam.

Yes we need heroes like Jesse and Frank.

May I suggest they start up the road in Washington,D.C.

But Jesse and Frank would not want to associate with those crooks.

Your new boyfriend

I could be
Your new boyfriend
Buy me a Chevy Silverado
I'll stay till the end

Make mine maroon
Lots of chrome
Jacked up high
I would never roam

I could do this
Pick you up
From your spare jobs
See it ain't bad slopping hogs

I'm worth it
Every penny you spend
And if you get a day off
That truck I might lend

You could go grocery shopping
Load it up
With biscuits taters
For desert peanut butter cups

Yeah I'm a deal
Just buy me that truck
While you're working
I'll be hunting a big deer buck

If you nice
I'll let you clean my boots
Wash my jeans
It's your thing that hygiene

Bo and Traylor they come first
Them sweet pretty hunting dawgs
You adopt them maybe let you
Give up that job of slopping hogs

That about do it
Nothing else to say
I'm just here
To make your day

Lord you know

Lord you know
What I'm about
I'm not one
Who prays and shouts

You know my heart
What I hold dear
You know my tears
And my fears

Lord you know
What I do
What I do wrong
When I'm being true

Lord you know
I'm not the man
That I could be
I am what you see

Lord give me the grace
The courage I need
For things I face
You I want to please

Chili

I am ready
Big boy bowl and spoon
Homemade chili
Served around noon

Spicy and hot
Add onions if you don't mind
Cooked low and slow
I have plenty of time

Crackers cornbread grilled cheese
On the side
Please make a big pot
Guaranteed to please

Mouth do water
Salivate
Let's do this
Don't wanna wait

After much thought
Added another verse
If you can't do chili
Taco soup would work

Redneck Rappin

Manly sport played by manly men

Watching the Pink Pansies playing the Skip-a-doos today on TV.

Boy oh boy football sure has changed.

I thought football had sunk to new low levels when they did that buttock slapping hop scotch skipping thing.

Nothing makes my skin feel creepy more than seeing a 7 foot 350 pound manly boy doing a John Travolta disco dance in the end field after a touchdown.

Today I noticed another troubling trend.

Players taking a sliding fall to avoid being creamed on a tackle by Big Bubba.I hope it was a slide not just laying down giving up.

Football was once a manly sport played by manly men.

But things have changed.

Least we still have NASCAR.

It has started

If you are reading this we didn't make it.

The Rapture.

I seen Jesus in the eastern sky.Gabriel blowing his trumpet.Angels following him their wings beating loudly making a rushing sound.

The dead in Christ have rose from their graves meeting him in the sky.I seen crowds of people just disappear in the blinking of an eye.

Only those of us with little faith and the non believers remain.

Our Hell on Earth has started.

Wait....there is still time!

I can rest

I think Heaven will be as you want it.

Mine will be like this.

First person I see will be Jesus(who will probably say"come on in boy at times I had my doubts about you"then  Momma and Daddy will meet me at the gates.Then my Grand Parents.Aunts Uncles Cousins and friends.

All my dogs,cats,Jim the monkey and my duck I raised from a duckling.

No honey and milk for me please I want some good old fashioned country cooking.

Like that machine Jane Jeston had just push a button and poof there it is.

Hamburger steak with gravy and onions lot's of crinkle cut fries crispy brown and please don't forget the brown and serve rolls. You get the picture on the food.

I will be walking,running like in my dreams.

No more pain crying or sadness.

A big shade tree on the shore of the fast running Jordan River where on a fall day  I can just sit,reflect and rest.

My wish

When I get old and feeble which might not be far off there is one thing I'm hoping for.

If my mind leaves me please let me be one of the quiet crazy ones.

Just set me in the corner in a rocker and leave me.

Let me reminisce about old times and good memories.

I hope never to be one of the old ones who are never pleased or appreciatory of anything or anybody.

Let me be sweet kind and a joy to be around.

That is my wish.

Highway Patrol

I wanna drive a car fast
I wanna wear a big gun on my hip
I wanna work for the Highway Patrol
Nobody gonna give me lip

I wanna wear a sharp uniform
I wanna work for the state
I wanna shiny badge
Now you get that straight

LaGrange goes Hollywood

LaGrange goes Hollywood!

From the LaGrange Daily News.


Tinseltown has come to LaGrange today as scenes from the second film sequel to “The Hunger Games” are set to be filmed on a closed set at the former Tredegar building on Jenkins Street.

While most of the Lionsgate production is being filmed in and around metro Atlanta, the studio chose the building to film some scenes of the movie. The studio has been very secretive about the film, which is based on the final book of the Hunger Games trilogy, “Mockingjay,” written by Suzanne Collins. The first sequel, “The Hunger Games: Catching Fire,” will be released next month in movie theaters.

The movie will be filmed today and Friday. Movie crews have been in town for about two weeks preparing for the filming, according to LaGrange-Troup County Chamber of Commerce Director of Tourism Laura Jennings.

“The best thing we can do as a community, in order to attract even more movies to shoot here, is to be respectful of the privacy needed by the production companies. The film industry is close knit so when they talk about LaGrange and Troup County, we want the conversation to be highly favorable. They need to know us as a place that does what it takes to accommodate their needs and give them the crowd-free latitude to go about their business,” Jennings said.

The public will not have access to the shooting of the film, but it is possible that some of the actors will be patronizing local businesses. Portions of several films, such as “Lawless” and “Jane Mansfield’s Car” have been filmed in Troup County and some actors have been spotted in local eateries.

“Robert Duvall, Billy Bob Thornton and Shia LeBeouf have dined right here in LaGrange. We want more of that,” Jennings said.

Mr B and the shootout

A true story.

Sit back my friend take your shoes off rest a spell here goes.

Mr B 96 years old,blind and paralyzed from a stroke and my roomie this is a story he tells.

Once he was walking into a local hotel with a woman for an afternoon encounter I guess is the word and someone saw Mr B and calls another Lady he has been seeing.

Well upon leaving said establishment seems someone was blocking his car in the parking lot.

It was his other Lady friend and it seems she wasn't in a good Christian mood at the moment and starts shooting.

Mr B said he and his Lady of the moment ducked down in his car as bullets started flying shooting out the glass of his car reaching for his gun in the dash and as his Lady friend who has the bad spirited attitude leaves the parking lot he follows her and shoots back.

Now there is a rolling shootout going on down New Franklin Road here in LaGrange.

She shoots at him he shoots back hitting her car.

As always in these situations the Police arrive and calm is restored.

Now seems Mr B has been shot and off to the hospital he is rushed.After close exam it is found he has been shot in the left hip pocket and of all things he was shot in his billfold.Yes friend the billfold took a bullet for him.

As Mr B tells it he was only charged with shooting a gun inside city limits and fined $50 but his Lady friend was charge with a more serious crime.

And now for the kicker.

That Lady that shot him often comes out here to the old folks home and visits him.

Sweet!