Memorial Day

This is a repost from last year.

How many of you have heard someone say "Happy Memorial Day!"? Did you think that it sounded out of place, kind of wrong? I know I, myself, have been guilty of this before, but now I try to think before I say it. Memorial Day is not a "happy" day, but one of quiet solemn reflection. A day to spend in remembrance of the fine young men and women who have sacrificed time, injuries, and even their lives, in order to secure freedom and liberty for others.

Go ahead and barbecue, go to the lake, or whatever you do, but spend some time today thinking of these soldiers who have sacrificed all for their country.

Walrilla

Trippin' Out The Normals

Hi, all.

Still here, still doing the do. Still just trying to keep my head above water. You know how it is.

I have learned one new trick, though.

You see, I love to mess with people. Nothing cheers me up quite like someone doing a double take at something I do or say. Nothing like f#$kin’ with people’s minds to put a smile on your face.

The latest thing I do when, God forbid, I have to “camp out” in a public restroom is to take my leg off and turn it to a weird angle, in regards to my real foot. You know the ones I’m talkin’ about, right, the ones you can see under the stall walls?

Yeah, you can get some pretty funny exclamations from people. I even had one guy ask me if I was all right, or did I need some help? It’s hard as hell to convince someone you’re OK, when it’s all you can do to keep from laughing out loud, sittin’ there.

I oughta be shot.

Walrilla

Hail, Yeah!

Well, isn't this interesting. Last Friday, we had a hailstorm and tornado come through our town. We were fortunate enough to miss the tornado, but not so fortunate with the hail. My son's truck got a few dings, as he was parked at the Fire Station. My Pontiac got a lot more damage sitting by our house, and my wife's Lexus hybrid SUV(SRF's that we are) lost the rear window, and received dents by the dozen.

Yesterday we went to the Insurance Adjustor's place, and we got our checks for the damage. The truck got $2400, my wife's Lexus got $3300, and my little POS Grand Prix got a whopping $5500 in repair money. What the hell? Is it made from tinfoil? Recycled beer cans?

Me, I'm gonna take the check and the car, and maybe trade them in for one of these. Hailstorms, be damned! No parking, be damned! I'll just park where, and on top of, what I want.

Walrilla