I was mentioned today on another site: www.schadeblog.com. The particular post makes reference to a large hot dog and a pickle.

Last winter the family and I went to Chicago. My friend Dave and I went out on a long road trip from Streamwood to Milwaukee and Devon avenues in Chicago to get food from Super Dawg.

I was supposed to bring something back for the wife. I forgot. I still do not hear the end of it. Everytime I see a reference to Super Dawg. I get a ration of crap from MC. I am thinking about having someone ship me a woopercheezie so she will get off my back. It would be a real undertaking. Kinda like the episode of MASH where they had ribs shipped to Korea from Chicago. It would probably be worth it.

1. “Merry Christmas, Shitters Full.“ (Christmas Vacation)
2. “It’s a real shame when folks be throwing away a perfectly good white boy.” (Better off Dead)
3. “Fragile, It must be Italian”. (A Christmas Story)
4. “No time for love Dr. Jones.” (not Indiana Jones, but in Clerks)
5. “Nobody puts baby in the corner” (Dirty Dancing) –Not really, but I needed 5 to make it look good.
6. “You thought that was a regular old bunny didn’t you” (Monty Python and the Holy Grail) –Happy now slim?

What I would like to focus on here is #4. Not everyone has seen Clerks, but here is the situation. An angry guy walks past Randal, one of the stars of the movie, and asks if Randal has seen his keys. Randal’s friend Dante had thrown the keys in the trash because the guy was a prick. Randal’s response to the guy was “No time for love Dr. Jones.” There is great wisdom here. Randal has shown that this response can be used at any time. Here are some examples to questions that can be answered with “No time for love Dr. Jones”:

Honey, do I look fat in this?

Dad, can I borrow the car?

Can you help me move?

Are you going to spend the whole day on the computer?

Can you help me pick out some shoes?

As you can see, the perfect respone here is “No time for love Dr. Jones”. Not only do you get out of doing something that you dont want to do, but you really do not have to give a real opinion.

Something has touched me off today. Often we have people near walmart with signs asking for our “extra” change or whatever because they are hungry. I see a common thing among these people who are “hungry”, they smoke or they have dogs, or they smoke and have dogs, or they have dogs and don’t smoke. Either way, they have a dog, smoke or both. It seems to me that if these people were that hungry that they have to hold a sign asking for help, they would get rid of the dog. If they do not have enough food for themself, then how and the hell are they going to feed a dog? Another thing, Have you seen the price of cigarettes? $5 a pack!! That is a lot of balooney and bread. Where do the get the money for the smokes? Why not use the money on food?

Maybe there is a progression. First you beg for money for food and smokes? Then you figure out that if you quit smoking, you could have a dog. As for the smokers and the dog owners… I dont have that figured out yet.

UPDATE:
I went past walmart again today. The same guys were out there that I saw on Friday. I got to see their sign up close. It said:

Our Spacehip has crashed.
Need $$$ for refer and Beer.

I may have to go out there and buy them a beer. They made me laugh.

In my effort to sponsor an illegal today, I will be working overtime. I went to lunch today mainly to see if any businesses in town were closed when they would normally be open. I now know of two places in Sierra Vista that I will never go to again. They are Mexico Lindo and Filibertos. They were both closed. Mexico Lindo is a new place and cannot afford to turn customers away. The food is not that good there anyway. Radolfo’s is an exact copy of another restaurant, Filiberto’s. Radolfo’s was open today, so they will get my business in the future.

What are mexicans hoping to accomplish with this boycott? They are illegally working and illegally attending our schools. So they are going to hurt us by NOT working illegally or by NOT illegally attending school. Isn’t this how it is supposed to be anyway? Businesses that employ illegals are closed today. They should stay that way. If they break the law and employ illegal workers, they should be closed permanently.

Curling really seems like a stupid game. It is kinda like watching people play Bocce ball or something. However, when it is on, I can’t help but watch it.

If this storm had hit any other country the United States would be sending all kind of aid, workers and supplies to the damaged areas. This is the perfect time for these other countries to pay us back. However, No other country is helping us at all. We will have to help ourselves on this one as usual. My wife tried to donate some money to the Salvation Army tonight. The phone lines have been busy all night. This goes to show that Americans will help eachother.

I heard a comment out of the German government stating that maybe America will pay attention to global warming now. Thanks for the compasion Germany!

Now, how about these idiots in the storm area that did not listen, and did not evacuate even though they had the means. These people should be treated similar to the Arizona stupid motorist law and have to pay the cost of their rescue.

UPDATE: OK, other countries are offering help. I retract my first paragraph.

This is what I caught in the house today…

I guess it freaks me out because I think of these at the same time:

Normally something that is as ugly as a camel spider would just die instantly because it is ugly. However, when the pictures of the camel spiders in Iraq were sent out, I did some research. The picture with the soldiers actually has 2 of them and the size is an optical illusion: The camera is close (is he crazy?). The one that I captured tonight was about 1 inch long. I let him go in the front yard. I’m Galt the wife was not home. The last time that there was a scary creature in the house I was TDY. Shane sucked it up with the vacuum. That vacuum was waiting for me on the back porch when I cam back from TDY 2 weeks later.

I made this blog so that I could just go on and on about anything, even get a little goofy. People who know me from coaching and sports call me “Mr. Intensity”. I don’t know how I got that name, I have only made a few 5 year olds runs laps, and only had about 20-30 six and seven year olds do push ups for looking at me funny. I’m not always intense. I hope it comes out here.

I have used the page so far to serve as kind of a family home page to keep people up to date with what is happening at my house and to share some pictures. I am still going to do this, but I am also going to write some stories and link to other places and comment. I am having a good time writting, and it doesn’t take much time. I wish that everyone would sign my guestbook so I know who is comming here. Also, I will take requests. I am going to put some Woody Acres pictures up when I get some. I started to write about Woody Acres a little while ago. I will do it here. If I can find my first entry in the Woody Acres log, I will put it here.

The picture that I posted was taken at work on Halloween 2003. I have let my hair grow out, but I only have a pre-mullet, not the full blown one shown here.

In the spirit of the picture: Cut the Mullet by Wesley Willis

I have known Norm now for about 2 years. I met him at Wendy’s by walking up to him and talking. He was wearing a Marine Corps cover (hat) and I had noticed his purple heart license plates. Later, I met Norm again through the Marine Corps League. We are both charter members of the Wild West Detachment in Tombstone, Arizona. Norm sent me an e-mail with a link to a site where another Marine had written a few things about Norm. I learned alot about Norm from what this other Marine posted (update: Marc Singer the film producer is not a Marine. He is working on a film about Marines. I have copied the information below.

Stolen from www.marcsinger.info:

This weekend was July 4th and I got invited to the house of a Gunny Sergeant who was having a big party. While there I was lucky enough to meet someone who just blew my mind. Standing in the garage at the end of a converted bar, I saw a friendly looking old man wearing a beaten up USMC t-shirt and a cap on his head that read ‘KOREA / VIETNAM VETERAN’. I approached him and introduced myself. He smiled and told me his name was Norman Sponcey, but that everyone called him Sergeant Major. He was 77 years old and had been retired from the Marine Corps for well over 20 years. There was something about this guy that you just couldn’t help but like and I took to him instantly. I offered him a beer, but within a second our host was pouring a round of whiskey shots for everyone within range. He called out to the Sgt. Major and held up a glass. The Sgt. Major looked at me, smiled and we downed the first of many shots.

For the next six hours I felt like a little kid who had just learnt to speak. I just couldn’t stop and asked the man question after question, he answered every one of them frankly and honestly. In Korea he was an Infantry Marine with Baker (B) Company, 1st Battalion 5th Marines. They called themselves ‘Baker’s Bandits’. He had been a part of all four landings in Korea, including taking the infamous ‘Red Beach’ at Inchon. His Company then went on to fight in the battle to liberate Seoul, and then onto the battle of the ‘Chosin Reservoir’, one of the coldest and bloodiest fights in US Marine Corps history. Although he was still in great shape, you could see he had taken his fair share of hits. There was one scar in particular across his stomach that stood out and I asked him where he got it. He told me it was in Korea, that in one of the fights there were so many enemy soldiers coming at them in wave after wave, that ammunition ran short and it came down to using the bayonet. Norman and a Korean soldier had managed to bayonet one another at exactly the same time and he described to me how he had looked the other man in the eye as he pulled the trigger on his M1 rifle. The Korean died and the Sergeant Major lived to fight another day.

He then went on to serve three tours of duty in Vietnam. At one time, his patrol was captured behind enemy lines and taken prisoner. Two days later he led a rebellion that overran and killed all the guards surrounding them, allowing his patrol to escape into the jungle and back to the safety of their base.

These were just two of probably a hundred different battle stories that I sat and listened to him tell me over the course of the afternoon, and I thought by the end of it that I could have made a movie on this man’s experiences alone. He never said a word about his own acts of courage, just about those who stood beside him. It wasn’t until later on that I learnt about his medals… The Sgt. Major had won three Bronze Stars with Combat ‘V’ for his bravery under fire and three Purple Hearts from his wounds sustained in battle.

The next day I got home and looked up some of the events that he had talked about on the Internet. I found a website that literally tracked his Companies movements throughout the Korean War. It was humbling to read the website, and I felt privileged to have had the chance to sit with this man, and for him to talk as freely and as honestly as he did to me. He was the real deal, a true warrior, and someone that I don’t think I’ll ever forget.