I ran across a blog entry having a link to another piece of information. On trying to find it again, I was unable and left trying to describe the post to spouseinbox. (Remember we are both nurses) The posting stated there was a cheaper much less invasive treatment for the dangerous side effect of viagra. I put spouseinbox to the test and asked what the side effect was. The correct reply came, that an erection lasting longer than 4 hours was hazardous and requiring medical attention. Correct. This blog has a link that could take care of the hazardous side effect without invasive procedure. Click the link and a picture of Hillary shows. Spouseinbox replied, “a picture of Pelosi would also work.”
22 May, 2012
21 May, 2012
I saw this and thought also:
It is impossible to speak in a manner where no one could be offended. Reality is different than the projected idea of political correctness. In application, it is the limitation of speech the libs don’t want to hear. I like having a blog where my thoughts can be presented without an English teacher reading portions to the class and describing why the thoughts presented were incorrect. (Yes, that happened to all but one essay in that class) I remember having a discussion with siblinginbox and including in my next essay the idea that if all cultures are identical in value, we need to allow daughter sacrifices to voodoo in Haiti, and have the British apologize for stopping the widow murders in India. The teacher actually read that and tried to defend those practices. Amazing.
21 May, 2012
I have received notice that Snapshots of Samson is now copyrighted. That makes a total of 24 songs I have finished with copyright. It doesn’t say anything about them being published, but hey, they are done.
20 May, 2012
Yesterday presented the opportunity to accomplish projects as my week has been full for some time in the recent past. I got the lawn mowed, ant killer spread, weed killer sprayed, and considered lunch. We have an envelope system that allows a quick accounting of what is available for the remainder of the month, and our eat-out envelop has been on a diet. To save the last minute crisis from occurring, I started fishing through the cabinets to figure out something edible. From the stock present, I chose some large shells, alfredo sauce, tomato sauce, diced tomatoes, and frozen ground beef. We buy the ground beef in the 10 pound package and separate it into 8 bags, each rolled out with a rolling pin to make it flat and devoid of as much air as possible. The flip side of this is that the frozen package can be thawed in about 3 minutes under hot water. So I fried the beef, added the tomato sauce and diced and threw in a handful of dried celery to reconstitute in the juices. Spices were sprinkled and included: parsley, basil, oregano, onion powder, salt, and pepper. This was put to simmer while I boiled the shells. They appeared small, so I selected 5 per person and all fit in a 1 quart pot. Once boiled, I tried to cool them quickly to both stop the cooking, and make them easier to handle. This was effective for the shells, but the sauce was very hot, and still made life interesting trying to get it into the shells without burning the finger tips. Well, my original impression was to fill the shells and then bake with a cover of Alfredo, but on looking at the remainder of the sauce, I put the Alfredo in the cupboard for another day, poured the remainder of sauce over the shells and sprinkled some sharp cheddar on top. This went into the oven at 225 for 40 min to reveal the following:
We were happy with the results, though it was decided that 4 shells would have been enough.
19 May, 2012
I was thinking about Sean the other day and my reaction of turning off the radio at portions of his show. To be more descriptive, I turn off the radio during certain interviews as liberals, with few exceptions, cannot tell a straight fact slapping them in the ear. On examining my reaction, the thought emerged that what I could not abide is a liar. On that consideration I will note that it is not possible to have a decent conversation with a liar as the end result of the conversation is different for both. For the one telling the truth, the goal of the conversation is to advance an idea and persuade the opponent to a more acceptable consideration, or consider another point of view. For the liar, the goal is to advance an agenda through any means necessary without the consent or consideration of your opponent’s opinions or thoughts. Two very different approaches, with two very different feelings associated and that is what I decided was the reason for detaching myself from listening to liars. Bless Sean for putting up with them and trying to demonstrate their behavior. I could not do so. I turn off the station every time I hear my congress critter claim he is a proven conservative. What conservative votes to allow citizens to be incarcerated in violation of the bill of rights? He did, and I have not forgotten. I even wrote him at the time and was informed that it didn’t apply to the citizens. Really? The amendment to omit citizens was voted down by both our senators at request of Pres 0. I can’t wait to replace all of them. I can’t abide a liar.
19 May, 2012
This last week has been, well, interesting. We spent the weekend up at the in-laws and with kidinbox to come back on Sunday night and go back up Tuesday morning for graduation. Throw in preparing for Wednesday care group music and music practice Thursday for the Sunday afternoon, and I have a little sleep time remaining. No complaints, just information.
Yesterday provided an interesting moment at work. I was coming out of the office on the way to a nursing visit when my peripheral vision caught an interesting shape on the brick of the building. Consider the brick for a moment. The entire building was brick with the line surrounding the windows having each brick turned 90 degrees forward. This provided a little stair step up the side of the window, and around which a snake was enjoying the morning shade. He (could have been she, who knows?) was wrapped through a brick, down two bricks, back through the gap, and down the other side again. His head movements made it obvious that my presence was not appreciated. Now just for the record, I don’t mind a snake as long as he/she stays in his space. Come into mine, and we will have a problem. Stay in your space and lower the population of rats and mice, and we are fine. That said, I decided to call our marketer to see the interesting addition to our decor. This marketer was not content with the snake’s simple discomfort at our presence and poked its back side. This was too much for Herbie (I might as well provide a name), and the sidewalk was his next location in less time than it took you to read this sentence. I wondered if it was a garden snake, and marketer informed me that it was a bull snake. If memory served me, that would mean we would be free from mice and rats as long as Herbie was present. Well, marketer pulled at the tail and Herbie tried to remove himself from this situation. That involved locating the nearest exit possible. One characteristic of brick buildings is that there is a gap between the brick and the structure inside which has to be sealed against water forming because of condensation. Little drip holes are left in the base of the brick wall to allow this water to leave. Yes, that’s exactly where Herbie went. The marketer had to inform the remaining females in the building what had happened and how we had a snake living in the wall with the end result of all of them working in one room looking nervously at the ceiling. Well, all in a day’s work.
15 May, 2012
I woke up with a description of Bill Mahar on my mind – the verbal equivalent of being mooned. What’s with his million dollars? That was simply payment to the don for protection. We are now operating in Chicago politics writ large. Anything the MSP puts out from is propaganda and I consider all of them the propaganda of the socialist democrat party. Will I vote for Romney? When the time comes, of course. It’s not that I have any favor for him considering all of the things he has supported over the years, but at least he grew up in this country and is not a communist. Repeat – he grew up in this country and is not a communist. When the MSP (main stream propagandists) start vetting his associates, ask how many of these associates planted bombs, advised for overthrow of the Constitution, fomented violence, tried to force subsidy of murder. How many had ties to the KGB? If the best they can show is some teenagers cutting someone’s hair, I can live with that.
10 May, 2012
From an e-mail:
In a story that would be touching in the ordinary context, an 88 year old man and his 85 year old girlfriend built a portable water purification business from a dream to a reality. Nothing wrong there; such things are supposed to be part of the American Dream.
But now, their business is being ruined by one of the most unaccountable and tyrannical bureaucracies in the history of government, the DEA:
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I suppose I could ask just what provision of the Constitution gives the DEA the power to shut down dealers in iodine. After all, I ask these questions all the time.To no avail. We are no longer governed, but we are ruled. This government is monstrous. It no longer resembles what the founders envisioned, and very few people care. Those who do are ridiculed as cranks.
OK, so I’m a crank. I admit it. But that does not make me wrong. The DEA is operating outside of constitutional parameters so routinely that it has become a law unto itself.
And I don’t just mean asserting the power to regulate anything it wants. One of the hallmarks of tyranny is the detention of citizens without a hearing.
…http://classicalvalues.com/2012/05/collateral-damage-how-the-dea-defines-your-business-your-freedom-and-your-life/
H/T Instapundit
Notice that the problem here is the government? Less government, less problem. Seems simple to me.
9 May, 2012
when spouseinbox joins in the project of getting the air conditioner to run. That involves working outside with a flashlight, pulling the unit apart, removing the non-working selanoid, taking apart the selanoid and sanding all of the contacts with an emory board, and reassembling the unit. At least there is cold air blowing out of the vent now. The rest of the night will be much more comfortable now. 
9 May, 2012
From here. Read the rest, of course.
All models of reality are just that: models, approximations based on a data set which is necessarily less than the reality they represent. What we know from models is even less than the models themselves, because the models are always based on more information than they represent and our grasp of even the models themselves may well be incomplete as well. And reality is a moving target while models, or maps, of reality are at best snapshots.
