Happy Halloween

I know a lot of you who reads this..wait..is anybody reading? I have only git one comment so far so it does make me wonder…but as I wuz sayin’, I figure that a lot of you are still on active duty and maybe getting close to retirement and are wondering what do the old retired farts do..well, this is what I do whenever I get the chance.
The pictures are from a fishing trip I took last May to Lake Waurika Olahoma..a big pond in the middle of nowhere and no doubt in my mind the windiest lake in the USA. But it has a lot of fish and especially big Blue Catfish. I brought home a couple of hundred pounds of frozen catfish fillets..good eatin’ kind f catfish especially when rolled in meal and deep fried in peanut oil. I’m gonna have some for lunch to day…

Me and sweetthing went into the village a bit ago..she wanted some banannas and I had to get my specs fixed. We went to the grocery store first and as I was walking in the store the urge hit me..you might say I was feeling my Cheerios. Now normally this is not a problem but the local Publix only has one crapper in the men’s room..and it was occupied by some young man who had chosen this particular moment to exercise his brain..the one hanging between his legs. After a couple of knocks on the door and a promise of a brand new Hustler magazine he finally flushed and came out all red faced..good thing. Another few seconds and I would have been feeling my cheerios running down my legs. Them things just ain’t right…

Sunday is just another day for me and sweetthing now…but it was not always like that.
Back years ago when I was on active duty sweetthing always worked outside the home..and did double duty working inside the home taking care of me and three hellions. Most Sundays were OUR day. The day that both of us were off work and a day we tried to spend together. Later when the brats were teenagers and could look after themselves we used to go for brunch at a favorite eatin’ place in North Tampa..a joint called Pop and Sons. It wasn’t much..just a diner with good food at a reasonable price but I sure enjoyed the ‘biscits’ and gravy and a couple of cackleberries over easy and a chance to spend a little time with sweetthing.
Now I get to spend all my time with sweetthing..and I wouldn’t have it any other way. We n longer go out for a Sunday brunch..hell, we no longer go much of anyplace and it is damn seldom that we eat ‘out’ anywhere anymore. Sweetthing doesn’t like to eat anywhere except the Pizza Hut and pizza is hard on my blood sugar and makes me fart. So we compromise and eat at home..usually something that makes me fart.
I do enjoy Sundays nowadays though..but then I enjoy everyday that I wake up above ground. Sunday is always a day to look forward to if for nothing else than the Comics in the Sunday paper. Speaking of the Sunday funnies…they just ain’t what they used to be, ya know? It used to be that the comic writers spent a little extra time for the Sunday funnies and the strip would have maybe ten or eleven boxes instead of the three or four in the daily strips. Now they have the three or four boxes but just make them bigger. And while I am on this subject, the funnies used to be called the funnies because they were funny. Now most of the funnies are not only not funny..they belong on the commentary page as political cartoons…
But I do like the Sunday Paper sport’s page. The local rags always have some commentary from a local fishing guide about how good the fishing is in the area..which is total bullshit..hey..if I was guiding and the paper asked me about the fishing damn right it is OUTSTANDING!
I promised sweetthing that I would do another Sunday school with GUYK today so I reckon I had better get started on it. I’ll post it later..maybe just before the ballgame. Y’all come, heah?
It was a most interesting experience yesterday..I went into the medical diagnostic place this afternoon for an ‘echo-cardiogram’ and was greeted by this pretty and nice lady who led me back to this little room with a table in it. She said, “pull off your shirt and lay down on the table..I’ll be right back.” And I think “I’ve heard this song before….”
So I did. Sure enough she was right back with a tube of KY JELLY! By the time I could tell her I wuz a happily married man she had that shit smeared all over my chest and I was doomed! How in the hell wuz I gonna explain KY Jelly all over my chest to my sweetthing..and there twern’t even a sink with water in the room to get that stuff off of me.
Well, she proceeded to attach a bunch of wires to me, turned on a computer, and then started rubbing this little monitor thing all over and making small talk about where I lived and what I had done in my life and so on so I told her some lies and a war story or two hoping that if I buttered her up she would at least wash off that gotdam KY Jelly stuff.
But she didn’t. She says, ” All done.”…and handed me a fuckin’ paper towel…well, I ain’t about to put my shirt back on with all that KY Jelly to smear into it so down the hall I go to the nearest mens room holding the shirt in front of me to hide my gut..and the bad part wuz I had on a pair of those dam Wally World Special shorts..the kind where there ain’t no belt loops.. and the elastic popped about the time I walked out of that little room. So there I was walking down this long hall towards the mens room, holding up my pants with one hand, enough KY Jelly to supply a Siagon whore house for a week smeared on my chest, and my gut hanging out and me trying to cover it with my shirt and yet not get any of the goo on the shirt…
And the nice lady twern’t so gotdam nice..I heard her giggling..
One night way back in 1961 there were four couples of us sitting around a table in a night club in Manila. There was a married NCO and his wife, the new First Sgt and his wife, my buddy O’Reily with his Filipino girl friend and me with the Filipino girl that I had been shacked up with for a few months.
We were drinking of course and the conversation was in English when all of a sudden the two Filipino girls started speaking in Tagalog, a Filipino language ( one of over a hundred dialects ). I didn’t understand a lot of Tagalog at the time but did understand something about a dog and thought they were talking about the new first shirts wife-she had been acting prudish and bitchy.
I grabbed the hand of my girlfriend and headed for the dance floor and whispered in her ear that it wasn’t polite to speak in Tagalog when the other two women couldn’t understand what they were saying. She answered just as the music stopped and it was one of those quiet moments when all was silent and her clear voice rang out in her broken English,
” She just tell me that Reilly puck her like a dog.”
It was another one of those times when I should have just kept my mouth shut.
I have been trying to get a post up here for ya today but Jon’s site is somewhat different than what I am used to using on blogspot…and I can’t seem to get a handle on a lot of the features here..but I will..you know that old adage about “You can’t teach and old dawg new tricks”? It ain’t true…as long as the old dawg has teeth he will do whatever to get a bone..and I got three left..
I posted a couple of rants at my PLACE this morning that might interest you..I wuz gonna just paste them here but I can’t get the links to take..
Jon has graciously invited me to do a bit of guest bloggin’ here. I accepted..hell, at my age I will accept about any offer to run my mouth where there be someone who might listen for a second or two. Now I warned Jon that I am “R” rated. I write about the way I think..except that I have to translate my redneck think into some type of readable English. I do use some four letter words and some that even have five or six or more letters..and if this offends you..tough tittie said the kitty but the milk’s still good.
I really don’t know what to write about here..my site is just a place where I post a rant or two on the politics that piss me off and a funny or two that tickles my funny bone. Now some blogs are kinda sterile…you know, no politics or religion or anything else that will cause controversy. These sites remind me of the story about the man who sat down at the bar…
When the beertender brought him a drink the man tried to start a conversation…”Looks like the prez is gonna put some pressure on the Kurds to reign in the Kurd terrorists, huh”
The beertender says, ” Mister, I need to warn you, we don’t allow talk about politics in here. Causes to much trouble.”
The man thinks about this and then calls for another brew. And says, “Did you read that piece in the local paper what says the new German pope thinks like a Nazi?”
And the beertender replies,” Mister, I done told you that we don’t talk about any thing in this place that could stir up controversy.” And walks away.
The man calls him back, “Look beertender, do you allow talk about sex in this place?”
The beertender grinned, ” SURE!”
” Great,” said the man as he got up and left..”SCREW YOU!”
I reckon the point is that successful blogs do stir up some controversy…what the hell? If everyone agreed on everything it would be a dull world, huh? I suspect that I might stir some controversy now and then..and that is fine. But I do ask one thing..attack my argument if one wishes. But when one attacks me personally instead of refuting my argument with logic it just tells me that my argument is sound and the IQ of the one attacking me is equal to the middle finger they are waving at me.
So, this is me. I’ll be back sometime today or in the morning. Y’all come, heah?
What are 3 things your readers probably do not know about you?
1. I have a 6 inch metal plate in my left arm.
2. I love random humor.
3. I enjoy being sarcastic
How long have you been blogging and why did you get into blogging?
Since March 07. I started my blog as a way to keep up with all my friends and also to express my opinions on different topics etc…
What is your military experience?
New to the USAF as of 11.27.07
So my ‘experience’ is very limited but I am in it for the long haul so you can definalty read about my experience through my blog as time progresses.
What has been the biggest factor in helping you create and publish a successful blog?
Telling people about it and simply asking them to stop by at www.juliomedina.com.
Just doing it! When I first started my blog, I guess you could say I was even shy and then I realized…This is MY Blog and MY way to express myself about any and everything. So without fear and only confidence and the wonderful freedoms that we have and defend…I say what I want :)(Enjoy reading my posts and please comment.)
Do you have anything else you would like us to mention about you, your blog, or your readers?
Sign my guestbook! Don’t be shy and if you don’t want to leave a picture that’s fine too just sign it. But it means a lot to me when people stop by and let me know they did…