I’m Too Tired, To Go To Bed

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Several years ago, my wife and I were watching a W.C. Fields movie. W.C. Was lying on the couch and his wife walked by. “Honey, it’s time to come to bed” she said. W.C. Answered in his raspy voice “I’m to tired to go to bed!”

In the last few days, that has been me. Of the 5 or 6 jobs I was “on call” for, I was suddenly immersed in heavy duty part time work. I shoveled gravel for a local guy for 5 and a half hours, only to come home, get a drink of water and go to another guy’s job site and shovel gravel. When I went to bed, my arms felt like they were going to fall off.

The next day, I went to a 3rd guy’s place of business, and delivered bed mattresses. ”Now this one here has a motor and metalwork in the foundation, so it’s pretty heavy,” was the admonition. Sure enough, he was right. I was encouraged by my my co-worker to be careful, because there was some very expensive artwork in the house which we wouldn’t want to take out with a bed mattress.

That reminds me of a painter’s story in Aspen: A painter spilled a bucket of paint on a very expensive rug while doing some touch up work in multi-million dollar house in an exclusive part of Aspen.. Knowing that the wife was at home, the painter did some quick thinking, and saved his skin. He grabbed the little house dog, and rolled the dog in the paint and began yelling “BAD FIFI! BAD DOG!” The wife came running to find that her little dog had knocked over the paint bucket, and was covered in paint. “Oh, my poor little Fifi!” She cried as she scooped up the scapegoat. She never questioned the painter, but instead thanked him for keeping the dog from running all over with paint on him.

After delivering the mattresses, I went home and fell into bed. I think I dreamed about my arms falling off.

Today, I went to another job site where I shoveled gravel, threw rocks, and hung on to a bucking mule for 6 hours. If I don’t fall face first into my soup tonight, it will be a miracle. Did I mention that I need to finish installing the big glulam beam on my house tonight? It’s true.

How You Become a Better Rifleman By Using Your Mouse

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It sounds a little crazy, but you can become a better shot while you are on the computer. And I’m not talking some stupid video game, either.  Here’s how:

As any good sniper knows, trigger control is one of those skills that needs to be developed. Try this.

1. Put you finger on the trigger EXACTLY THE SAME every single time. The pad (fingerprint area) is a good place to start.

2. Get your breathing slowed down. Watch how the target moves in the crosshairs as you breathe.

3. At the "bottom" of your exhale is when you shoot.

4. Squeeze, don’t pull the trigger. You’ve already taken up the slack in the trigger at this point, and you know how much harder you will squeeze before the thing lets ’em fly.

Now for the mouse:

Get your breathing down, take up the slack, and at the bottom of your breath, SQUEEZE the mouse, don’t click it. This can be especially effective when ordering United States Militia – Special Forces t-shirts from http://store.jerrybegly.com . Try squeezing one off on an Adult size XL, Hanes Beefy T 100% Cotton, Tan t-shirt.

If you click your mouse, instead of squeezing, you will probably hit to the right of your target, and end up ordering some cheap imitation John Wayne figurine that was made in China, and will end up being recalled. Happy shooting.

The Flag Laying By the Side of the Road

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Yesterday, I was driving my family down a beautiful, winding, state highway to Sunday morning services at Glenwood Springs Baptist church. While rounding a right hand curve I spotted an American flag crumpled up on the side of the road. I felt like someone had put a knife into my stomach. For one brief millisecond, the thought occurred to me to go on by without stopping. But just as quickly, I said to myself, "No, you’ve got to stop and pick it up."

I drove down the road a little farther, and pulled off on the left hand side at a small driveway/road. The walk back up the highway took a few minutes, and there was the ever present car to watch out for. I picked the flag up and headed back for our car. That’s when I wanted to cry.

 How many people had driven by that flag without stopping to pick it up? After all, this is a state highway, not a jeep trail.  To stop would certainly be inconvenient. For some people, it would mean that they were going to be late for their job, or recreating with someone. For others, it would mean that they were going to be late for church…

Why did I HAVE to stop?  Because that flag is not on par with a dirty sock that got tossed out of the window. That flag isn’t just a colorful piece of cloth that you can buy at Walmart, wear, and get rid of. That flag was the representation of everything good about the country I live in and am proud of. That flag has a history of brave and  righteous, men and women who have gotten me to where I am today. That flag stands in the world as THE symbol of liberty for all.

Have you ever seen our flag upside down as a symbol of distress? That means a lot to me.

Later, during our trip down the road, I asked my wife if she remembered the Ecology flag that we used to see in the 1970s. "Where is that flag,now?" I asked. I hope that the US flag doesn’t go the way of the Ecology flag. But we just got done celebrating Independence Day just a few short days ago.  There were lots of flags. Where are all of the patriots? 

The Economic Barometer is Getting Weird

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The measuring stick by which most Americans measure the state of the state is whether or not they have a job. If for example, you go to bed hungry day after day, you might say to yourself "This is lousy, I wish I had a job." You wouldn’t give a hoot about the GNP, or the latest G8, G9, or International Moneychangers Fraternity news.

I recently became gainfully unemployed, and continued building my house with ferver, a little bit of money, and my kids and wife. The prospect of going back to my job was beginning to fade, and I thought that I might become just another nameless face in a sea of workless fathers. That is, until recently.

I was "on call" for my most recent job. Then I was contacted by a local man a few minutes after changing the baby’s diaper on the tailgate of our ’88 Suburban during a church service because my wife was playing the piano, and the baby began crying so I took him outside, only to find that as I was finished diapering and pulling up his little pants I was standing in a big pile of angry ants.

After I dusted most of the ants off of me, I was standing by the road and a "man of local fame" pulled up and told me that he needed me to help him with a job and that I would be "on call". Now I was "on call" for 2 jobs.

The following days (this past week) I was working on my house. Low and behold, a stranger walked up to me, talked about my house project, and asked if I was willing to do work on his new house. Not only that, he wanted me to come and consult about wind and solar energy for him because of the success of our family’s off-the-grid building project. Of course he wasn’t going to have me start right now, but I was to be "on call". Cool. Things are really picking up around here. Now I’m on standby for 3 jobs!

But wait. I was contacted by another gentleman and put "on call" for delivering mattresses. This is getting a little strange…

Oh. Even as I write this post, I’m supposed to call another guy about building a deck. I’ll be "on call".

So, to tie this all together, I guess that I’m a really lucky guy.  Never in my life have I been "on call" for so many jobs. The economy really is starting to turn around. Hang on. The phone’s ringing…

How to Pass a Bill With 300 Missing Pages…

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Watch how our congresscritters are running the country. This is absolutely unbelievable:

"AMERICAN CLEAN ENERGY AND SECURITY ACT OF 2009 — (House of Representatives – June 26, 2009)

The SPEAKER pro tempore. The gentleman will state his parliamentary inquiry.

[Page: H7649]  GPO’s PDF

Mr. BARTON of Texas. If a bill for which there is no copy were to actually pass this body, could the bill without a copy be sent to the Senate for its consideration, having no copy?
The SPEAKER pro tempore. The official copy will be at the desk. The Chair cannot comment about extra copies.

Mr. BARTON of Texas. The official copy will be at the desk. Could I inquire as to when that copy will be at the desk? Is it necessary that the official copy be at the desk in order for final passage to occur?

The SPEAKER pro tempore. The official copy is always at the desk during consideration of the bill.

Mr. BARTON of Texas. Then where is it, Madam Speaker?

The SPEAKER pro tempore. At the desk.

Mr. BARTON of Texas. Is it now at the desk? Is it now–I appreciate the Congressman who brought it in. Oh, that is not it. That is not at the desk.
Well, while we research whether the official copy is at the desk, I’m going to yield 1 minute to the gentle lady from Oklahoma, Congresswoman Fallin, for 1 minute.

Ms. FALLIN. Madam Speaker, I have to say that I am outraged. Here we are getting ready to vote on a piece of legislation, and we haven’t even seen 300 pieces of this legislation. No one can even find the bill or even knows where it is at. And here we are talking about major policy that could change the face of America, that will certainly be a large tax increase to our taxpayers. And here we don’t even know where the bill is. I’m just shocked at the way we are running this House today before we leave to go on our Independence Day holiday."

The congressional record can be found at:

http://thomas.loc.gov/cgi-bin/query/R?r111:FLD001:H07472

This excerpt can be found at:

http://frwebgate.access.gpo.gov/cgi-bin/getpage.cgi?dbname=2009_record&page=H7649&position=all