Open Blog - Thursday

At first I thought that was a guitar pick.

"Spy Drones Expose Smithfield Foods Factory Farms"

http://factoryfarmdrones.com/

I don't want to know any more about our food processing methods.  It makes me sick.

Dear Madame Zoltar

Hi everybody.  Sorry this is so late, but I got caught up in household matters.  The temperature has dropped considerably since yesterday, but it's still pretty nice out.  Tomorrow is supposed to be very warm and then we go into yo-yo mode again.  Up and down, up and down. It's still better than snow.  I hope we've seen the last of that for this yeart, but you never know.

Have you seen these articles? http://journaltimes.com/news/local/city-s-milwaukee-pr-choice-frustrates-local-companies/article_d674905d-e3b5-554b-b1f9-5b3d203da337.html and  http://www.jtirregulars.com/2017/04/citys-milwaukee-pr-choice-frustrates.html

I swear that Mr. Mayor Shit-Head is out to destroy Racine in any way possible.  He pisses on local firms while hiring criminals from out of state.  I think the best we can hope for is an assasination atempt on Mr. Mayor Shit-Head.  Even if it fails, it might make Mayor Shit-Head think.  People out here are getting very tired of the criminal acts of our Mayor, and serious talk of how to best replace him is taking place.  Racine can't wait for Dickert to quit (and be replaced by another hand-picked criminal).  We need him and all of his acomplices out of town NOW.  Ex-alderman Jim Kaplan has turned and is now preaching an end to Dickert's reign of terror over the Common Council and the people of Racine.

So there.

On a more domestic note, Junior was sent home with a note asking me to call his school adviser.  I did and she was of the opinion that Junior might be helped by psychiatric treatment.  Wanting only the best for my child, I contacted Mr. OrbsCorbs about who he thought was the best fit for Junior.  Unfortunately, he told me there was a psychiatric shortage in southeastern Wisconsin, but Junior would probably see a juvenile psychiatrist.  Mr. OrbsCorbs didn't know any of these. So I went by my doctor's recommendation and took Junior to Dr. Reed, kiddie shrink.  After talking to junior for just five minutes, the shrink hand him  labeled with six or seven syndromes and maladies.  He authorized a mess of prescriptions for Junior.

After talking with Junior, we've decided to forget the medications and maybe forget the shrink, too.  He said the shrink was horrified by what he had to say.  He also called Junior "a danger to others and himself."  Before he could call the nut ward to chapter Junior, I filled his mind with thoughts of nude women while we scooted out of there.

The best therapy is love, family, and friends.  We can give Junior all that, so why worry.  A lot of us had trouble with adolescence, but pulled through.  I'm sure Junior will, too.

Thank you, my friends, for reading my blog today.  I hope you enjoyed it.  I do so love taking Mr. Mayor Shit-Head to task.  Lying prick.  I hope you continue to read future blogs.

Contact me at madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com

I love you all.  Spring is here, the time of rebirth.  Soon therre will be flowers everywhere you look.  I love this season.  Come out and join me sometime.
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"City's Milwaukee PR choice frustrates local companies"

PATRICK LEARY patrick.leary@journaltimes.com   7 hrs ago

"RACINE — City officials’ decision to contract with a Milwaukee firm for an $80,000 communications contract has caused a stir locally.

"'I know the mayor, and I know a lot of the people that work for the city and I’m very plugged in,' said Paige Weslaski, who works for Image Management, 610 Main St. 'We’re literally right down the street from City Hall. I feel a lot more plugged in than someone in Milwaukee would be.'

"Weslaski isn’t the only local PR professional frustrated with the city’s decision, which awarded Branigan Communications an $80,000 contact to create a consistent development message for the city, including a website redesign.

"Alan Bagg, who owns Corporate Images, 417 Sixth St., offered a stronger reaction to the city’s decision.

'It’s not the first time we’ve been passed over,' Bagg said. 'It’s always a slap in the face when we’re working hard in Racine and the city government snubs us and basically assumes we’re not up to the challenge.'

"City Development Director Amy Connolly said she interviewed Racine firms for the project, although she wouldn’t say which ones or how many out of respect to the firms.  [ Ed. note: A lie.]

"Company representatives with Image Management, Corporate Imaging and Design Partners, 338 Main St., said they were not contacted by Connolly or the city about the project beforehand.

"Connolly said she chose Branigan because of its significant development [Ed. note: and kickback] experience, which includes promotion of the BMO Harris Bradley Center in Milwaukee.

"'We need to do a better job of communicating with the public about what we’re doing with economic development,' Connolly said. 'We wanted to hire the best candidate for the job and we felt that was Branigan.'

‘Broader strategy’

"Connolly added that the scope of the project extends beyond just the event center (arena) project and entails a 'broader' communication strategy that Branigan’s experience showed it could handle. Connolly also wanted to use a company that could promote Racine development throughout the region.

"Image Management, Corporate Imaging and Design Partners all have done work Downtown and with the city. That includes Image Management’s work on websites for city-affiliated organizations such as the Racine Zoo and the Racine Public Library and Corporate Imaging’s two decades of running marketing for the Belle Urban System, a project that was also recently moved to a Milwaukee firm, 2 Story.

"Design Partners has done pro bono work for the Downtown Racine Corp. and the Racine Community Foundation.

"'They don’t have to go out for bids on some of this stuff, but it’s lousy leadership for the city to behave in this way,' Bagg said. 'This is not sitting well with people. When $80,000 goes to Milwaukee, you know darn well that it’s not going to be spent back here.'"

Read more: http://journaltimes.com/news/local/city-s-milwaukee-pr-choice-frustrates-local-companies/article_d674905d-e3b5-554b-b1f9-5b3d203da337.html


The criminal Amy Connolly is setting up things for her move to Milwaukee.  This is just incredible.  I can't believe the number of criminals and those under investigation who are taking part in this.  The entire affair is felonious.  It will take us decades to pay for the Dickert/Connolly fiascoes.

Open Blog - Wednesday

What can we do for you?

"Kumbalek World"

From The Shepherd Express:

By Art Kumbalek  2 hours ago

I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, I’ve been called away this week on account of a very exciting opportunity, you bet. I’ve been asked to audition for a shot at becoming an iconic figure to young and old—a role I always figured to be more or less inevitable, sooner or later, kind of, what the fock.

This offer was made to me because apparently there’s been some trouble at a theme park down there in the Sunshine State. I’m not at liberty to name the park, but just between me and you’s, let me tell you I heard that Donald Duck’s addicted to quack and has taken to showing up for work completely naked instead of only pants-less. Also, I’ve heard the Mouse is going through an ugly divorce that has wreaked havoc as well as dicked with the delicate character-chemistry so necessary to maintain a successful magical mechanism bonded by fantastical animism and the wishful dream to stupendously lighten the vacationer’s wallet, makes no difference who you are.

A friend of mine down there told me that at a recent divorce hearing, the Mouse was trying to convince a judge to grant him a divorce from the Mrs. The judge at one point said, “I’m sorry, Mickey. But your claim that Minnie is crazy is not sufficient ground upon which I can grant a divorce.” Mickey sought to clarify the situation, “Now just one cotton-picking minute by golly there, your honor. I didn’t say she was ‘crazy’—I said she was focking Goofy. And if you don’t grant me a divorce, then I’ll sue the pants off that dog for ‘alienation of affection,’ I kid you not.”

Boy-oh, that sure doesn’t sound good, ain’a?

Anyways, I got to run. But like they say, it’s a small world, so I’m sure I’ll see you around ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.

Open Blog - Tuesday

24 years, one day at a time.
I thank God and Alcoholics Anonymous.

I feel sorry for this kid.

He's about to walk into a 55-year thick wall of fighting, drinking, and madness.  His crime?  Being born.

Open Blog - Monday

We'll see about how much fun it is.

"Who Killed the Smart Gun?"

Happy Easter!

Happy Easter!

Stranger than Fiction

(CNN) - Jake Bartson, 41, of rural Alabama, was arrested by police in a cruiser who discovered him walking along Highway 46 in the nude.  When asked why he was walking in the nude, Bartson ignored the question.  In fact, he ignored all of the questions.  When the police attempted to put a blanket on Bartson, a fight broke out.  Eventually, the police got him down, handcuffed him, and pulled him up.  When they laid the blanket on him, they realized that Bartson was sexually aroused.  When asked why he had a "hard-on," Bartson again remained silent.

"It don't matter 'why,'" the booking sergeant said as he slammed Bartson between the legs with his nightstick.  "It just don't matter."

Open Blog - Weekend

Relax.

Four for Fridays!

I just can't believe how quick Easter has come up. I was not ready for this so soon I am still getting last minute things for the Grandkids Easter buckets and I am putting coins in the plastic eggs for them. We hope everyone has a very Happy Easter.

Here are your questions-

1) What are your plans for Easter?

2) Do you have to travel far to spend Easter with family or friends?

3) When you were younger did you have and Easter egg hunt?

4) When you were younger did you have to find your Easter baskets?

Open Blog - Good Friday

"Top 10 Scary Moments Caught On A Baby Monitor"

Open Blog - Thursday

I keep expecting to hear music.

Open Blog - Wednesday

Spread the news!

"Peep What You Sow"

From The Shepherd Express:

By Art Kumbalek   52 minutes ago

I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So the springtime is here to stay, I hear. We’ll see about that. I’ll tell you, mine own two personal signs that spring is truly here are when the first member of the Brewers’ mound crew blows out his soupbone and parks his butt on the DL for the rest of the season/career, and when I blow off writing my essay for the issue of the good Shepherd that appears right before Easter Sunday because more pressing for me than slapping a boatload of palaver together is hooking up with the fellas over by the Uptowner tavern/charm school majestically crammed onto the corner of wistfully hysteric Humboldt Boulevard and the fabled Center Street—where today is always at least a day before tomorrow, and yesterday may gosh darn well be today.
 

But before I go, what with the Passover and Easter family get-togethers that may be on your docket, here’s a little story you might want to bring and share:

So a priest and a rabbi are seatmates flying the friendly skies. The priest opens the conversation by saying, “I know that in your religion, you are not supposed to eat pork, but have you ever tasted it?” And the rabbi says, “I must tell you the truth. Yes I have, on the odd occasion.”

It was now the rabbi’s turn. “Your religion, Father, I know that you are to be celibate, but...” Interrupting, the priest said, “I know what you’re going to ask, Rabbi. Alas, I have succumbed, once or twice.” "There was silence. And the rabbi said, “Better than pork, am I right?”  Ba-ding! OK, got to go. Come along if you’d like, but you buy the first round. Let’s get going.

Julius: Any you’s guys know if any local radio stations play 24-hour continuous Easter music this time of year?

Ernie: Good focking question ’cause I believe Easter ought to be a way bigger holiday than Christmas. What’s such the big deal with Christmas? For christ sakes, a lot of really important guys get born all the time, but how many guys actually rise from the dead? Now that’s something to write home about, ain’a?

Little Jimmy Iodine: Jeez, off the top of my head, I can only think of two other guys who got up from the dead—Richard Nixon in 1968 and that John Travolta actor after he made the “Pulp whatcha-call-it.”

Emil: Easter will never be bigger than the Christmas because every year they dick with the goddamn date it’s supposed to be on. Is that because Easter comes in spring and the Pope likes to check the weather forecast in the Farmers’ Almanac first before he chooses the exact date to make sure the people have a nice day for their Easter parade?

Julius: You talk like a sausage, Emil.

Emil: Baloney.

 

Herbie: You focking bunch of nitwits. We go through this every year. How many times I got to tell you’s the exact date when Christ became resurrected has nothing to do when Easter comes. Easter comes the first Sunday after the full moon, also known as the paschal moon, that comes after the vernal equinox. Now, if the paschal moon—deduced from a system of golden numbers and epacts and does not necessarily coincide with the astronomical full moon—occurs on a Sunday, Easter day is the succeeding Sunday. Thus, unless you’re a focking idiot, you know that Easter can fall anywheres between March 22 and April 25.

Ray: Thank you, Mr. Bri-focking-ttanica. What the fock, I never heard Sister talk meshuggah like that when she explained the Easter to us. But I tell you, when it comes to religion and they try to figure a date by using bullshit like full moons, equinoxes and golden numbers, it makes a guy feel like instead of going to the Pick ’N Pocket for the Easter ham, he ought to go buy a whole pig somewheres and slaughter it right there on his front lawn for the sacrifice. And maybe a couple of goats to boot.

Little Jimmy: Hey, Artie! Over here. Put a load on your keister.

Art: Hey gents, what do you know, what do you hear.

Emil: I hear Easter falls on a Sunday this year.

Herbie: The other day on the bus, this guy sitting next to me asked if I’ve accepted Jesus Christ as my lord and savior. I said I could accept Jesus as a son of a god—the son of a god who never flushed a toilet or picked up a bar tab. Sure, god knows everything, but do you think he ever had to remember where his focking car keys were? I think not. But how ’bout a daughter of god? I can and will only accept Marilyn Monroe as my saviour-ess. Now there’s a Second Coming I could get behind, so to speaketh. 

(Hey, it’s getting late and I know you got to go, but thanks for letting us bend your ear, ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.)

From: http://shepherdexpress.com/article-29573-peep-what-you-sow.html

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Motherfucking All Saints

I'm an Aurora person.  However, my nephrologist ordered some tests done for me that have to be done in a hospital.  THB has been nice enough to offer a ride to and back from the appointment.  I don't want her (or anyone) to have to drive to Kenosha for me.  So it's being done at All Saints or whatever the hell they are calling themselves these days.

I called yesterday to preregister and was told to report at 12:45 pm.  That's weird because my appointment says to report at noon.  I brought this up to whoever I was talking to and she connected me with the radiology department.  The woman there said I don't have to be there until 12:45 pm,  Suspicious, I called again today.  Today I was told to report at 11:45 am.  Three different people giving me three different times to report.  Each one says, "Listen only to me."  The last one hung up on me, so I don't even know if I have an appointment or not anymore.

If they can't even handle figuring out what time I should report tomorrow, how can I trust the accuracy of their tests?  I've already been told that this is "usually a morning procedure."  I have less and less faith in the people there every time I deal with them.  When they treated me for failed kidneys there, I left with blood pressure so low it was life threatening.  The next day my regular doctor's technician took my blood pressure and then looked at me real closely and asked, "How do you feel?" 

So, I'm forced to entrust my life to people I don't trust.  Never get sick.

Stranger than Fiction

(Reuters) - Dewey Hughes, a 43 year old surgeon working out of Glendale, CA, was a morphine addict.  He ingeniously concealed his dependency with a small rubber bladder filled with morphine in his armpit, a short piece of tubing leading out of it, and a needle.  When Hughes needed a "hit," he simply squeezed his armpit.

This worked well for Hughes until an old friend from medical school visited him.  The friend slugged Hughes in the shoulder.  Hughes went down.  The bladder full of morphine had burst, but not before sending a lethal dose into Hughes' bloodstream.  Luckily, the responding EMTs recognized the signs of an overdose and saved Hughes' life.

The California Medical Board is reviewing the case.

Open Blog - Tuesday

Are those letters moving or not?

Open Blog - Monday

I wasn't ready for my life.

Open Blog- Weekend

Have a nice weekend to you, too.

Four for Fridays!

I just can not believe that it is Friday already. It feels like we just came home from up north and trying to get the house in order. Also a next weekend is Easter already and we will be going back up north again.

Here are your questions-

1) What is the first game show you remember watching on t.v.?

2) What game show do you watch on t.v.?

3) What is the worst game show you have ever seen on t.v.?

4) What game show would you like to be on?

Have a great weekend and enjoy the nice weather we are going to have.

Open Blog - Friday

Oh, hell yes!

TheRichest

Open Blog - Thursday

Smile on any day that starts with Snoopy!

Dear Madame Zoltar

Hi, gang!  How are you?  I'm demented.  This damp, gray weather is getting to me.  Come on, it's April already.  Enough with the snow and ice and freezing weather.  Daffodils and tulips are popping up everywhere.  The Winter of 2016-17 was a bust.  Now please leave.  Spring needs some room to grow.

John Dickert is resigning.  Or not.  He won't give a specific date. I suspect it will be a day or two before the FBI announces indictments against him.  God, I hope so.  I don't want to believe that lies and cons pay off.  Does he get any sort of retirement money from the city when he retires from lying and stealing?  Gee, I can't believe he'd ever stop.  John Dickert means skullduggery.  He means unfair labor practices and lies, lies, lies.  When confronted with a lie, he lies again.  Maybe we should start a nationwide contest to find the lyingest mayor in the USA.  It would be a great event.  It would bring people from all over the USA to Racine.

But, noooo.  Dickert would never allow it.  There's thousands of money-making schemes for Racine, but Dickert won't allow them because he doesn't get a piece of the action or they embarrass him or both.  Watch some TV shows and get some ideas.  The search for a new city administrator should have been handled in this way,  but Dickert needed a hand-picked criminal to fill the post.  He will run the city whenever Dickert eventually steps down.  Kind of scary, isn't it?  A non-elected, non-Racinean running the city, I'm sure at Dickert's behest.  Oh my, isn't there some way to prevent this constitutional violation?

All sorts of people are leaving their city positions all of a sudden.  That seems to indicate that something big is coming down the pike that would have knocked their lying asses off of the rails of good government.  I hope that the FBI tracks down every single one of you pieces of shit and prosecutes to the fullest capacity.  Lying liars deserve Lying Liars Court, where everyone lies all of the time and the defendants don't have a chance.

Unless, of course, if your last name is Johnson.  A billionaire pedophile.  That's the perfect symbol for Racine.  Absolutely PERFECT!  Racine hates its children and putting this monster on the loose amongst them should assure some results.  Maybe he could visit every class in RUSD to make his picks.  Oh, the possibilities are endless.

Of course, that's if you tell the truth.  When you lie, the possibilities continue to narrow down until you find yourself lying to protect your lies, right lying John?

Thank you for reading my blog today.  I love my readers.  I love my commentators.  I love just about everybody except for criminals, caught or otherwise.  Thank you for stopping by to give my blog a look.  I hope you return.  I'm here every Wednesday (almost).  I'm considering a run for mayor if Dickert ever really steps down.

Why are we bankrupting the city to build apartments and an arena? Ask madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com

I thought Easter was this Sunday, but Ms. Tender Heart Bear straightened me out: it's next Sunday.  This Sunday is Palm Sunday.  That's the day when Catholic priests check the palms of members to see if any fuzz is growing there, indicating masturbation.  Man, you can't put one by the Church, can you?
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Open Blog - Wednesday

Happy Wednesday!

"Fock It To Me"

From The Shepherd Express:

By Art Kumbalek 1 hour ago

 

 

I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? You know, what with these despotic days we’re having in the Land of the Free, sometimes a guy or gal really has to take a break from watching the news, reading the news, listening to the news, thinking about the news. And so the other night I drifted on the ocean of channels flooding my TV and landed on reruns of the late ’60s numero uno hit, “Rowan & Martin’s Laugh-In.” And later, I dreamt about it. It went something like this:

A man and his dog are shipwrecked on a deserted island. After a few days he decides to reconnoiter the island. He discovers that the only other inhabitants are sheep. He recalls how his farm buddies would brag how they would screw sheep for kicks and he says to himself: “I’ll never be that desperate.”

Sooooo, a few weeks pass and he can’t get those sheep out of his mind, so soon he’s sneaking up on the flock. Just as he’s about to pounce on a really cute one, his dog grabs his leg and won’t let go. He snaps to, and thanks the dog for keeping him from making a fool of himself. This same scene happens every night for a month and the guy is really getting pissed at the dog.

Suddenly one day, the man spies a life raft bobbing in the surf. In the raft is a beautiful young girl near death. He takes her back to his hut revives her and nurses her to health. After a few days the girl is feeling fine, and that evening a rush of gratitude sweeps over her.

She confronts the man: “I owe you my life. I’m yours forever. I’ll do anything you want.”

“Anything?”

“Anything!!”

And the guy says, “OK, hold that dog for ten minutes!” Ba-ding!

[8th note] Da Da Da da-da Da [8th note]

Two old friends meet each other on the street. The one says to the other, “What brings you my way today, after so long?” The other says, “I’m coming from the cemetery. I just buried my mother-in-law.” The one says, “I’m sorry to hear the news. But why is your face scratched all over?” And the other says, “The burial was difficult. She put up a hell of a fight.” Ba-ding!

[8th note] Da Da Da da-da Da [8th note]

Four retired guys are walking down a street in Sun City, Ariz. They turn a corner and see a sign that says “Old Timer’s Bar: ALL DRINKS 10 CENTS!” So they go inside, and the old bartender says in a voice that carries across the room, “Come on in and let me pour one for you! What’ll it be, gentlemen?”

The bar seems to be fully stocked, so the men all ask for a martini. In short order, the bartender serves up four iced martinis—shaken not stirred—and says, “That’ll be 10 cents each, please.”

The four men can’t believe their good luck. They pay the 40 cents, finish their martinis, and order another round. Again, four excellent martinis are produced and the bartender says, “That’s 40 more cents, gents.” They pay up but their curiosity is more than they can stand. They’ve each had two martinis, and so far spent less than a dollar. One of the men says, “How can you afford to serve martinis as good as these for a dime apiece?”

Bartender says, “Here’s my story. I’m a retired tailor from Brooklyn, and I always wanted to own a bar. Last year I hit the lottery for $50 million and decided to open this place. Every drink costs a dime—wine, liquor, beer, all the same.”

The four men sipped their martinis and couldn’t help but notice three other guys at the end of the bar who didn’t have a drink in front of them, and hadn’t ordered anything the whole time they were there. One man gestures at the three without drinks and asks the bartender, “What’s up with them?” Bartender says, “They’re from Wisconsin. They’re waiting for happy hour.” Ba-ding!

[8th note] Da Da Da da-da Da [8th note]

So this teacher walks to the blackboard one day and notices someone had written the word “penis” in tiny letters. She turns to the class, scans the faces for a guilty one, no such luck, so she quickly erases the highly offensive word and begins class.

Next day, teacher walks into class and notices in larger letters this time, that word “penis” on the blackboard again. She looks around the classroom for the culprit unsuccessfully, so erases the word and begins another butt-boring lesson. And every day for a week, teacher sees the same word on the blackboard, written larger than the day before. Her prosecutorial efforts remain constant.

Finally comes the day the teacher enters but instead of seeing “penis” on the blackboard, reads the following, “Hey Teach’, lesson for the day: The more you rub it, the bigger it gets.” Ba-ding!

[8th note] Da Da Da da-da Da [8th note]

Say good night, Artie. “Good night, Artie” ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.

From: http://shepherdexpress.com/article-29529-fock-it-to-me.html 

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"NASA at Saturn: Cassini's Grand Finale"

Published on Apr 4, 2017

"The final chapter in a remarkable mission of exploration and discovery, Cassini's Grand Finale is in many ways like a brand new mission. Twenty-two times, NASA's Cassini spacecraft will dive through the unexplored space between Saturn and its rings. What we learn from these ultra-close passes over the planet could be some of the most exciting revelations ever returned by the long-lived spacecraft. This animated video tells the story of Cassini's final, daring assignment and looks back at what the mission has accomplished.

"The Cassini mission is a cooperative project of NASA, ESA (the European Space Agency) and the Italian Space Agency. The Jet Propulsion Laboratory, a division of the California Institute of Technology in Pasadena, manages the mission for NASA's Science Mission Directorate, Washington. For more information about Cassini's Grand Finale, please visit https://saturn.jpl.nasa.gov/grandfinale"

"Babysitting dog never had to be taught how to love baby(Charlie the beagle)"

Stranger than Fiction

(AP) - Steve Eve, 40, of Gladstone, AZ was recently confronted by a mother bear with two cubs while he was out camping.  "I peed my shorts," Eve says.  "I didn't move and I didn't even realize that I was pissing."

The bear seemed very interested in Eve's wet shorts, then she gave a snort and ran off with her cubs.  After some experimenting, Eve realized that all the bears he tested were driven off by his urine.  He would pee onto some rags in a Ziploc bag and head out.  As soon as he saw a bear, he unlocked the Ziploc bag and threw the pee-soaked rags at it.  Every single one was driven off.

Eve is now marketing his urine as a bear deterrent.  He calls it "Steve's Pee."

Eve says, "Never go out into the wilderness without a bottle of Steve's Pee, or take me along."  Eve says that if you take him along, he will provide his own beer, but you must provide the food.

Our Trip Up North!

This past weekend Drew and I went up north to help my older daughter move from her friends house to her new apartment. My son and his family, and a friend of my kids helped her move also. With everyone's help it really went easy. We did have one mishap that was something being handed to Drew and he pulled a muscle in his shoulder but he is doing good. In between packing the truck and going to her new apartment we had to wait to get the key so we had  a picnic at a park.

We did spend the weekend at Drew's parents and we did get to sit and talk with them. We had a good time and we were able to see his sister and brother in law too. I just feel bad because the time we have with them is short but we try to make the most of it with them.

Here are some pictures to share.

                      This is the sunrise Saturday morning on the way to move my daughter.

                                            Everyone sitting and having lunch at the park.

                                                                The Grandkids eating.

                               The Grandkids moving their aunt into her new apartment.

                                            Our Granddaugher inside the moving truck.   
                                       

                                                 Our Grandson inside the moving truck.

Open Blog - Tuesday

Open Blog - Monday

Open Blog - Monday

Any guarantee of that?

"Charlie the Unicorn"

Charlie's Little Adventure

Open Blog - April Fools Day Weekend

Enough said.

Four for Fridays!

I am sorry I am posting this late this morning I had to go and do some errands because we are going up north again. This time we are moving my older daughter and we are going to stay at Drew's parents house. This is going to be a busy weekend but nice to see my two older kids, grandkids and Drew's parents.

Here are your questions!

1) Have you ever had a house that flooded?

2) Have you ever been out in a real bad rain storm?

3) Have you ever been in a town that a tornado has gone through?

4) Would you rather have rain or snow?

I hope everyone has a great weekend!

Open Blog - Friday

The French could ruin even a Friday.

"The Most Powerful Soldiers In The World"

Open Blog - Thursday

Noble words.

Miscellaneous

I like this guy.  Having had 12 years of Catholic schooling, I've seen a few popes.  Pope Francis is the best of them by far.  He has repeatedly apologized and asked for forgiveness from those abused by the Church.  He smiles a lot and likes to wander out ihto the crowds.  He constantly stresses the work of Jesus Christ with the sick and the poor.  And he'll wear a sombrero to show to people that he is one of them.   Thank God, er, Pope Francis, um, whoever.

Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my do-bees and don't-bees!  How are you?  Bees are in decline everywhere.  Bees do so much pollinating of crops, etc.  If we lose them, we lose a major part of our food production and distribution.  While many say pollution and the stress on their habitats are keeping bee numbers down, I think it's a plot by UFOs to starve us out of our planet.  Don't laugh.  I've had a lot worse than little green men appear at my door at 3 AM.  Whatever the cause of these bees 'decline, we must find it or pay through the nose for bee pollinated foods and flora.  Read up on building a bee friendly backyard.  Let's march on Congress saying that we want a more bee friendly environment in the USA.  I think releasing a thousand honey bees in the halls of Congress is a good way to put an exclamation point on our demands.

How about the announcement from Mr. Mayor Lying John that he's stepping down as mayor in the summer?  By then, his hand-picked, thrice-fired choice for City Administrator will be there to step up as temporary mayor.  I wouldn't be surprised if the mayor is receiving kickbacks on this even after he's left office.  Fine work, gentleman.

Here's a video from the "Talking Racine" guys.  It should be shown hourly on local TV and video outlets.  



Tax dollars bought these properties, but they don't belong to us.  It's the new Dickertian math.  This math allows you to buy almost anything with tax dollars, if you're part of the gang.  Watching this made me ill.

A complete failure to protect  the people of Racine and their money.  Just plain looting of the public's funds.

I hope I live to see a day when the Dickerts and whoever else is involved in the fraud get nailed in court.  We can only wait and hope.

Meanwhile, Gateway is out there and does a great job of recruiting.  If you want to learn hands-on, Gateway is your choice. Thank you all for your efforts today.
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Open Blog - Wednesday

No, thanks. I'd rather put my money in a paper shredder.

"amazing eagles in dutch harbor"

Now, that's what I call "feeding the birds."

The Root River!

Yesterday I decided to go and take a look at the Root River on 5Mile Rd. I know with all the rain we have been getting the river was high when I was going back and forth taking Drew to work. So I decided to take some pictures of how high the river has gotten so I could share them with everyone. I also had a Robin just sitting there posing for a picture.

Open Blog - Tuesday

That looks so good that I had to make some coffee...

Open Blog - Monday

That looks good.

"Pot for pets: Owners treating sick animals with cannabis"

From: Chicago Tribune 

Lynne Tingle administers a cannabis based medicinal treatment to a dog at the Milo Foundation pet adoption center in Richmond, Calif.
(Ben Margot / AP)

By Terence Chea
Associated Press

March 8, 2017, 6:54 AM San Francisco

"Michael Fasman's 12-year-old dog, Hudson, limps from pain caused by arthritis and an amputated toe, but Fasman doesn't want to give her painkillers because 'they just knock her out.'

"So the San Francisco resident has turned to an alternative medicine that many humans use to treat their own pain and illness: marijuana.

"On a recent morning, Fasman squeezed several drops of a cannabis extract onto a plate of yogurt, which the Portuguese water dog lapped up in seconds. It's become part of Hudson's daily routine.

"'We think it's really lifted her spirits and made her a happier dog,' Fasman said. 'It's not that she's changed. She's just back to her good old self.'

"As more states legalize marijuana for humans, more pet owners are giving their furry companions cannabis-based extracts, ointments and edibles marketed to treat everything from arthritis and anxiety to seizures and cancer.

"Most of these pet products, which aren't regulated, contain cannabidiol or CBD, a chemical compound found in cannabis that doesn't get pets or humans high. They contain little or no tetrahydrocannabinol or THC, the cannabis compound known for its psychoactive effects.

"But veterinarians say there isn't enough scientific data to show cannabis is safe and effective for treating animals. Although medical marijuana is legal in 28 states, it remains illegal under federal law, so there has been relatively little research into its potential medical benefits for humans or animals."

Read more: http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/nationworld/ct-pot-for-pets-20170308-story.html

Man has been smoking dope for like 40,000 years, but that's not enough "scientific data."

Stranger than Fiction

Rumors recently have circulated widely and wildly, online and off, that Donald Trump is an extraterrestrial.

When confronted with the accusations, Mr. Trump grew two small antennas and disappeared.

Open Blog - Weekend

Will do.

Stranger than Fiction

Wilt Morris of Allenstown, PA, likes to take long walks in the woods.  Recently, he was met with a bear in his path.  Wilt didn't move and neither did the bear.  After a few fearsome seconds, Wilt offered the bear some of the beer he had been drinking.  The bear chugged the beer and appeared to ask for more.

Now, every Friday afternoon you can find Wilt and the bear getting drunk together on the nature path.  Wilt says, "It's great, but he never buys."

Alt Four for Fridays!

1)  Do you know how to swim?

2)  Are you afraid to receive shots or vaccines?

3)  What was the last good book you read?

4)  Do you do spring cleaning?

Have a great weekend.  The temperature is supposed to drop like a rock later today.  Spring in Wisconsin.

Open Blog - Friday

Mine shake only when I'm going up or down stairs.

"Happy National Puppy Day!"

Bow-wow!

 http://www.nationalpuppyday.com/

Top 10 Media Thursdays

Open Blog - Thursday

I need it more like every hour.

Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my surf and turf.  We're officially in spring so it pretty damn well hurry up with the warm up.  We've had a few breezy days here and there, but no sustained warm up.  Give me the sun.  Nothing else will do.  Let's get this season started.  Nothing else will do.

In reality, we're in the middle of March.  It's a little early to be planting anything around here except for peonies.  (And bodies from Illinois.)  Make a little chart of where your bulbs come up and what type.  This will come in handy in the fall when most bulbs are planted.

I see that Mr. Trump has kept things wild in Washington, DC.  That mouth of his kicks in long before his brain catches up.  Then he just says, "Well, I was told that."  Ha ha ha ha ha ha!  You wouldn't believe the things that I've been told.  Remember, "Trust, but Verify."

I'm not a tweeter or twit or whatever they call themselves, but Mr. Trump's Twitter account is the source of all sorts of insults and sore feelings.

He's not going to be happy unless there's some sort of scandal going on.  Another TV president. Too bad we can't turn him off.

The same could be said for Racine's "hero," Mr. Mayor "Lying John" Dickert.  I believe that both of these politicians have all sorts of tricks up their sleeves and down their pants.  Snakes everywhere.

Plant something.  Anything.  You begin to take pride in your plant.  That's the way it should be. 

Thank you for reading my blog.  Enclosed is my $5.  Put it to good use.  Everyone else has done magic with money,  They say they can make it disappear.  I said, "Pffft - so can I."
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I've already received some lab esults

"GFR Estimate, Non African American

	30
In patients with known chronic kidney disease, the stage of disease based on eGFR is interpreted as follows: eGFR results 30 - 59 mL/min/1.73m2 = Stage III CKD (chronic kidney disease), or moderate kidney disease." My kidney function has increased by 1%, just enough to take me from Stage Four CKD back to Stage Three.  Just one point away.

Open Blog - Wednesday

Have a good
one.

"Sweet Little Sixteen"

From The Shepherd Express:

By Art Kumbalek  1 hour ago

I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, first, a message to our young men struck with the March Madness out there on the hardwood in the Apple this weekend: “GO BADGERS,” you betcha.

Second: If you’re still hungover from St. Patty’s Day Week-and-a-focking-Half, here’s a little story that may make you feel better:

Mary O’Reilly, in tears, goes up to Father O’Grady after his Sunday morning service. He says, “So what’s bothering you, Mary my dear?” She says, “Oh, Father, I’ve got terrible news. My husband John passed away last night.”

The priest says, “Oh, Mary, that’s terrible. Tell me, did he have any last requests?” She says, “That he did, Father.” The priest says, “Pray tell, what did he ask, Mary?”

“He said, ‘Please Mary, put the damn gun down.’” Ba-ding!

And, for some gosh darn reason this old-school tune is gosh darn stuck in my head as I walk this land with broken dreams while I have visions of many things—like money’s happiness is just an illusion, filled with sadness and confusion. And I wonder, what becomes of those broken hearted, who had dough that’s now departed? Fock if I know. Never had any to be departed from; so you tell me.

Anyways, when times are tough I know I’m off to the Uptowner tavern/charm school for a nice cocktail, except they shan’t yet be open at today’s early hour. So first, I’ll plant my dupa over by my favorite open-daily 23-hours and 59-minutes restaurant for a relaxingly light-on-the-pocketbook repast. Come along if you care but you leave the tip. Let’s get going.

Bea: Hey there Artie, nice to see you. What’s your pleasure?

Art: Hey Bea, how ’bout a nice cup of the blackest, thickest and cheapest cup of whatever you’re calling plain-old American coffee today. And by “old,” I mean to say if it is brewed any time after yesterday noon, it’s too fresh. I want a cup of the kind of coffee that in a road construction emergency, you could use to patch a faulty abutment; coffee that any online wimp-ass under the age of 30 would keel over dead from the heady aroma; a cup of coffee, Bea, that if somebody from OSHA was nosing around, you’d be fined for storing said coffee in an unsealed vessel. You got anything like that?

Bea: Coming right up, Artie. Mind if I put my safety gear on first?

Art: No problem, Bea. I’m not going anywhere, what the fock.

Bea: There you go, Artie. So what do you hear, what do you know.

Art: For cripes sakes, I know it’s only a couple, three weeks ’til Easter Sunday and I still haven’t given up anything for Lent. That can’t be good, so they say. How ’bout you Bea, you give up anything for Lent this year?

Bea: If I keep working the hours I’ve been working to make ends meet, I’ll be giving up the ghost, and there won’t be anything holy about it.

Art: God bless you, Bea. I’ve come to feel the same way about quitting something for the Lenten season the same way I feel about quitting something for the New Year’s resolutions.

Bea: How’s that?

Art: Winners never quit; and quitters never win. I’m a winner, ain’a Bea?

Bea: Yes you are, Artie. A winner.

Art: Darn tootin’. You see, Bea, some years ago around the start of a Lent, I got struck down by one of those epiphanies. There I was, all stuck on what I ought to deny myself for the next 40 days or so. Was I going to give up that third pack of smokes of the day, give up the fifth cocktail, cut down on the lavish tips at the gentleman’s club? And then it hit me—I would give up giving up. Give up giving-up anything. And especially give up anything I learned religiously during my glorious grade-school days spent at Our Lady in Pain ’Cause You Kids Are Going Straight to Hell But Not Soon Enough. No ma’am, I then and there decided to LIVE LIKE YOU MEAN IT.

Bea: Hold on Artie, live like “who”?

Art: Live like “you.”

Bea: Live like me? You’d want to live like me?

Art: Why not? I’d like to live like you do, and I mean it.

Bea: Oh my. I think I understand what you’re saying, Artie. It’s just that the use of the second person singular or plural pronoun “you” dipsy-doodling with your nominative or objective case can get a gal like me a bit flustered, and I mean it.

Art: God bless you, Bea. Perhaps best we save further dipsy-doodling for another time, so I guess I better run. But thanks for the coffee and for letting me bend your ear there, Bea—utiful. See you next time.

Bea: My pleasure, Artie. Always nice getting talked at by you. Take care.

(OK, off to the Uptowner where you’ll cover my bar tab and I mean it, ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.)

Open Blog - Tuesday

The only one this week.