I Arrghhh a Pirate

Well, honorary, anyway.

I'm guest blogging over at Baboon Pirates for the next few days. I've got a post over there that pretty much confirms what everyone has always suspected about me.

Interested? Well, head over there and find out if it confirms your suspicions about me.

While you're there, check out Nelly and Army of Mom, too.

Walrilla

Never Put Off Until Tomorrow...

What you can chop your foot off and cure today.

Well, guess what? More foot trouble, yeehaw.

Last September or so, I dislocated my second toe on my left foot. It's above and a little to the left of where it's supposed to be. It doesn't hurt, it just looks a little weird. Well, last week, I started noticing what I thought was a bunion on the ball of my left big toe, so I made an appointment with the podiatrist.

The x-rays revealed an interesting sight. The big toe is dislocating toward the space the second toe is supposed to occupy, the bone the big toe attaches to is moving to the right, and the big toe is pushing on the second toe, which is pushing on and dislocating the third toe. Plus, the skin over the bone moving to the right is rubbing on my shoe and creating a big ol' blister.

My podiatrist has no idea what to do, and is going to confer with her colleague, and with her husband, who is also a podiatrist. Three doctors, just to figure out what to do with my little ol' foot. OK, my big honkin' foot.

Oh, my other leg is getting better, though. Slowly, but surely, new skin is growing over the wound from the edges, just like they want. Seems whirlpool therapy is da bomb. 20 minutes a day, 5 days a week, foot stuck in tub, marinating in water and iodine, getting massaged by the whirlpool jet, that's the life! NOT!

Somehow, I'm not seeing this one end well, sports fans.

Walrilla

Just A Quick Funny

The teacher asked her students to name a famous "Barbara"

The White Kid responds "Barbara Bush"

The Black Kid responds "Barbara Jordan"

The Mexican Kid responds "Barbara-coa"


Walrilla

Avast, Ye Scurvy Dogs!

El Capitan from Baboon Pirates reminds us it's Talk like A Pirate Day today!

That's right! When you go to lunch, take your c-arghh, but dont go too f-arghh. Call everybody scurvy dogs, landlubbers, and scalawags. Say "Avast" instead of hello.

When your boss asks you to do something, say "Aye, aye, Cap'n!"

Have fun!

Dread Pirate Walrilla

Religious freedom

Do the raving liberals not realize that, unless the United States wins, their right to not believe in God or a higher power will cease to exist? That they will be forced to convert to Islam? That, between the two, only the U.S.A preserves their right to be atheists?

Several of my conservative friends are atheists, others are religious. None of them have ever chided me for my views. My views are not important to this discussion, except to the level that no one is going to say "You are wrong. You must believe my way, and no other way!" Now maybe I just have some exceptionally easygoing friends, but I don't think so. I like to think we all have respect for each other, and our views. I understand their belief, I just don't happen to share it.

On the other hand, I've had liberal acquaintances tell me I was a "brain-dead, mindless fool" for what I believe. I've lost respect for several people over this.

Ask Steve Centanni and Olaf Wiig how tolerant Islam is. As a matter of fact, do some research and see how tolerant Islam is of anything.

One thing I can almost guarantee. There won't be any atheism in the United States of Islam. At least, not any live, active, vocal practitioners of it, anyway. Special emphasis on the live.

Walrilla

Help Would Be Appreciated

OK, here's the thing. I semi-remember a movie from my youth, and it's driving me crazy. I know you peeps out there can hook me up.

Unfortunately, I don't remember much. I do remember the premise of the movie, if not the plot. Again, this was a '60's movie, so there probably wasn't much of a plot. If I remember correctly, the premise was a family moves to or lives under the sea, like in an experimental underwater house. I seem to recall the opening credits had dolphins towing their luggage and band equipment in a bubble-top trailer. And the family was a band, too, like the Partridge family. The credits were done in a late '60's, early '70's, "That Girl" drawn style, kind of like this.





That seems to be all I remember. Just that it was one of those movies from that era where every movie was a teen movie, and there had to be a band in it. Not a terribly good band, but one put together by some old studio fogeys that thought because they had a good looking girl playing tambourine, and a couple of squeaky clean boys playing some quasi-rock n' roll, it was bound to be a hit.

I know someone out there has seen this movie, and can supply the title for me. Please?

Help me restore my sanity!

Walrilla

This Is What Friends Are For!

OK, Everybody drop whatever you're doing and head over to El Capitan's place and read this ode to Eric's new little friends. Keep your hand clamped firmly over your mouth if you're at work, though, or everyone will wonder why you're laughing.

Wait, did I say laughing? I'm sorry, I meant to say "rolling on the floor, holding your sides, crying with laughter."

Go on, now. Scoot. Go over there. Spread the word. 'Cause you know that's what friends are for. To find out your weakness or phobia, and to pick at it mercilessly. (Eric, you know we luvz ya!)

Walrilla

Pics From The Cruise

Well, well, well! Arfull good of "The Man" to allow me some free time to finally post again, wot? Nothing like it, I say!



Okay, okay, enough with the crappy English accent. Here are a few pictures from the cruise. These first few are of our guide in Jamaica, Dalton, and some of the beautiful flowers and plants on his banana plantation.

This is Dalton.












This is a Cigar Flower and a Cattail Flower.













This is a Ginger Flower, and it feels like it is an artificial flower. The petals feel like they are made out of plastic.











These are Banana trees and Pineapple plants.













This is, from the left, my daughter, my mother-in-law, my son, and my father-in-law, all listening intently as David(behind the counter) teaches us how to make the perfect Pina Colada.










Ths one and the next one show a small, small part of the crowd out on Stingray City sandbar in The Cayman Islands when my wife, son, daughter, and mother-in-law swam with the stingrays. There were about 300 people in all out there.
























This is my daughter holding the turtle she caught all by herself at the turtle farm in Grand Cayman.











These are the rock formations in Hell, Grand Cayman. It really does look rather hellish, and you can easily imagine lava and lakes of fire around these spires.











Nothing really good from when they swam with the dolphins in Playa Del Carmen, except for this one of the dolphins saying, "Goodbye!"













And with that one, I better say Goodbye for now, too. I will look through the pictures from their waterproof cameras when we get them developed, and see if there are any good ones I think you would like to see, too.

Walrilla

My Son is a Driver, Now!

My son got his driver's license one week ago last Thursday. His grandparents are selling him their 2004 PT Cruiser. So what's the first thing he does last Thursday? Why, have a wreck, obviously!

Late Thursday afternoon, he left home to photograph the Middle School football game for his private school. He's on the yearbook staff as Photo Editor and Photographer. He claims the sun was glaring from the rear window of a car in front of him, so he didn't see the brake lights on the car as it stopped to turn left. He slammed on his brakes and then the car behind him rear-ended him. Everyone's OK, and his car got away with minimal damage, but the front end of the rear car was caved in, and leaking coolant everywhere. Son's bumper is scuffed up and has a crack about a foot long on the underside, and his hitch was bent until it pointed straight down(Side Note: What the hell is a PT Cruiser doing with a hitch?)

Hopefully, he learned his lesson, and will start believing that everyone out there driving is a bad driver, as long as he doesn't start believing he isn't.

Walrilla