This one don't count!

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Hey y'all! I know I said that I only had ONE post left before retiring with 3,000 strikeouts. This is indeed post #3,000, but it don't count! 

It ain't a strikeout...

Big Durrinz at Andy's Place!

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The President of the United States stopped by our expansive estate for a visit!

I invited him to sit out in the front yard, and he was gracious enough to durrit!

I was thrilled.

I told him that this particular chair was one that was give to me free!  But, it was the color of purple when it was give to me.

Free.

It's a really solid wood and wicker rocking chair (so...I figured  it would suit him just fine, being a "rocker," and all...), but being purple, it just didn't quite fit in with the motif of Andy's Place...so I painted it plain WHITE several  years ago.

Anyway, I told His Majesty that it was once purple, and that I was pretty sure that Purple is Oprah's favorite color.  So, it'd be okay for him to sit in it.

He just kinda' gave me a blank stare...and sat right down.

Here at Andy's Place, we did indeed participate in "National Empty Chair Day."  I see that my blog friend, Pat Austin did, too!

I'm sure that there are thousands of others that did....maybe billions of us.  (Not sure yet, because all of the numbers won't be in until late, seeing as it's a Holiday)

Anyway...he didn't ask much about getting my vote in November.  I guess he figured he'd be wasting his breath...

It's time to post this again...

Not sure where I stole it...but it don't matter at this point.

After Obozo's performance over the weekend, it's time to put this one back out in circulation.

You're welcome.

Barack Obama is a petulant , pompous Jackass!!!

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Haven't done any politics lately.  But...


I got off work tonight at 2225 HRS, and headed home.  The bottom of the hour news featured a sound clip of Obozo.  It went something like this...

"We are out of time.  I have told Congressman Boehner, Congresswoman Pelosi, Harry Reid, and Senator McConnell to be here at 11 am!"

It is not possible to convey the "tone" that our Pretender in Chief used to make good and damn sure that EVERYBODY KNOWS that he's gonna get this fixed.  Dammit.


But, I'll swear, it was the most immature, and foolish thing I've heard yet from the Chief Executive of the greatest nation on the planet.  It was one of those "ya' had to hear it yourself" deals.  He sounded just like some of the deranged druggies we have to deal with in the ER, who are so high on some chemical that they actually think they can direct affairs...and do not realize how pitiful and pathetic they are.  At the same time he sounded like a three-year-old who is pissed off at his Mom because she made him turn off CartoonNetwork before he wanted to.


Obama is like that.  My face turned red as I listened to that little POS speaking to the world in that childish tone...


The guy sucks.  And blows. 


I've never been so ashamed for our nation.  I almost cried.


Well, that's about all.  Y'all have a nice evening!

Did Leon Panetta & my man Hillary make the call?

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This story is several days old, so you've probably read it, or something similar by now.  There is much speculation that ObozO was taken off guard by the SEAL raid that killed Osama.


I'm not sure if this article is accurate.  But, it's food for thought.  And, given the fact that ObozO truly is a feckless, simpering moronic wuss, it likely is.


I just figured I'd pass along the link.

Thanks, PeaGreen!

Good 'Toon...

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Stolden off Theo again.

Catsup/Ketchup/Whatever...

Hey y'all! Hugs, kisses, yada yada yada...


Well, I figured I'd better catch up while I had the morning.  What's the old rhyme..."Shake, shake the Ketchup bottle.  None'll come, and then a lot'll."  Well, I'll try to make this as painless on y'all as I possibly can.

I started to blog about the weather, but that's retarded, because we all know that the weather sucks everywhere in the US right now.  While some places are suckier than others, it sucks everywhere, or will soon suck (except maybe in Florida where our resident "nanny nanny boo boo" Nancy lives).  So, why waste precious time talking about something that everybody knows?  We all know that winter sucks.

I swear, if I hear ONE more person say, "Well, we've got to have winter to kill all the bugs and skeeters," I will vomit.  That is BS.  I can kill bugs and skeeters with chemicals, thank you very much.

Oh well...whacha gonna' do?

Let's see what's up first.  Let's start with some well-deserved back-slaps to me.  Yep, to me.  First off, I have been awarded the coveted "Stylish Blogger Award," by our good buddy, BuckskinsRule.

See, I told y'all!  And, as much as I like to remain humble, it's true.

I think technically in order to receive the award (or sport it on your sidebar) you've got to tell 7 things about yourself, and award the award to 15 other bloggers that you've recently discovered.

That's gonna take me a while.  I am not sure I will be able to fulfill those duties, so I might have to pass this along to one of y'all.  I'll think about it.

Regardless, I appreciate it, Dave.  You made an excellent choice.

Just sayin'...

And, I'm gonna put it on my sidebar anyway, because...well, just because I am.

Oh yeah!  I forgot to tell y'all about how I dun winned me a prize!  Sure enough I did.  One of my blog reads, Militant Ginger ran a "caption this" contest a while back.  Yours truly had the bestest caption.  I don't remember it exactly, but it had something to do with soccer players being faggots, and how Roland's little boy was much too macho to play with the grass fairies.

Anyway, my prize arrived the other day.  And, it is this here.   Yep, the author hisself sent me a copy of his work.  He also sent along a very nice note, and even mentioned that it was 0 degrees the other day in NJ.  And, he made it clear he wasn't talking about any European pussified 0 Celsius, either.  He's a funny guy.

I am anxious to read it.  Roland is a Brit immigrant to the US, and I believe he has a great love of his new home.  The guy drives me crazy sometimes with some of his views, but one thing I've learned about him is that he has an open mind, and is NOT so arrogant (as many libs are) that he will not listen, and weigh facts.  I've actually linked to a few of his pieces that I found to be outstanding in logic and style.

He's a good young man, a very good writer, and I look forward to reading his novel.  The Mrs. is going to read it first, though.  She does my reading for me, and if it does not suck, she'll tell me.

Then I had this great idea!  I was thinking that after I get through reading "Bootleg Boys" I will run my own "Caption This" feature.  And, the prize will be Roland's book.  No, I'm not gonna buy Roland's book, I'm just gonna send the winner the copy he sent me.

Then, if the winner is a blogger, after reading "Bootleg Boys," you can do your own "Caption This" deal, and send his book along to the winner.

I think this is a smashing idea, and with any luck, several dozen people will get to read Roland's book over the next couple of years.

Free!

I think Roland would be proud.

Thanks again, Roland!  You da man!

Let's see what else we got.  Hmmmm....just a tiny bit of linkage here.  Ya' know, it seems like I've been linking to Pseudo's junk a lot lately.  And, I'm gonna throw two more at y'all.  The first one is really of no interest to me, because I don't know the chick.  I'm just linking to it to prove that I really AM in style these days.  This chick stole my "lounge around the house look."  Well, not exactly, but close enough.

And, I just laughed my head off over this one. 

Immigration officer puts wife on terror no -fly list so she can't come home

Nyuk...

And, let's see.

Hmmmm....

Well, I reckon that's about it.  Y'all stay warm out there.  And safe.  And, I hope none of y'all lose electricity, or anything.  I'll be working the next four evenings, so I might not get back around to telling y'all about stuff again for a little while.  So, well, that's all.

No, wait.  There is GREAT news on the war front.  Did y'all know that combat ops in Afghanistan have "ended?"

Yep, the Pretender In Chief says it, so it must be.  I'm sure all our troops are glad to know.

The Facebook ain't completely worthless.

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One of my friends on The Facebook (who I've never really met, but comes up with good junk) posted this shot.  Allegedly, it was taken in Marshall, Texas (about 45 miles west of me on I-20), and paid for by a local citizen.


I want one.

Image Theft...HEH! (#35)

Stolen off Dapper Dan...

Is "Right Girl" right???

Hey y'all!

You may have noticed over the last little while that Andy's Place has become a big steaming pile of lack of originality, and a barren wasteland of anything much political.  Oh yeah, we throw the occasional shoe over some retarded move by ObozO & his circus, but for the most part we have steered clear of politics.

The truth is, there are a bazillion blogs out there that do it mo' better...with a much more informed fact base, true wit & passion, and with a vocabrulary of more than our 96 words.  But that does not mean that we are not interested in politics, and desperately concerned about the direction of our beloved USA.

I read a post early this morning that has been bugging me all day.  It was written by one of my favorite political bloggers. Most of you probably know Right Girl, but if not, she is a Canadian lady that is about as sharp as they come on politics, culture, religion, etc. in Canada.  And, dang near that sharp when it comes to American politics.  I can't read Right Girl's heart, nor mind, but in some ways I get the sense that she loves the US as much as her own native land...and is just as concerned for US as for her country.

I also like the fact that she is real high-tone when it comes to language, and has a very genteel way of addressing things.  Heck, sometimes a post will have only two or three F-bombs (when she's holding back, mind you).

Regardless, since I got NOTHING today (again), I thought I'd show y'all what she wrote, and ask your opinion of it.  Now, Right Girl ain't always right.  But then again, who is?  I'm not saying that she ain't right.  I'm just wondering what y'all think.

Right Girl seems to believe that the political right (read Republicans) in the US ain't got nothing either!  After you read it, you can come on back and tell me what you think.  But, only if you want to.  If you don't want to, you won't hurt my feelings.

That's all I got!  Have a great Friday evening, y'all!  I love y'all a lot.  I mean it!

Monday afternoon junk. Signs, Ring Tones, Weigh-Ins, and Crap...

Hey y'all!  Hugs, kisses, yada yada yada...

So, what's been going on around Andy's Place?  Well, I'm glad you asked!  (Note:  This is gonna be one of those long, rambling posts with really not much point to it, but there are a couple of things I'm gonna show y'all that you might find at least somewhat interesting.  So, I would set my expectation level at "mediocre" right now if I were you...that is, if you continue to read on.  You're welcome.)

Signs -

Nyuk!  #3 son (our Soldier), and his buddy Robby have been pals for a long, long time.  They've been best buds at least back since Junior High.  And that suits me just fine!  Robby's one of the good guys.  He's got good folks, is a hard worker, a biker, a sharp and respectful young man, and a patriot (he's in college now, and is soon to join up with the US Marines).

The other day #3 son got a call from Robby.  They were gonna hook up later that evening and work on some project of some type (they're always working on some type of automotive equipment or something).

Robby:  Dude, we're at Walmart.  Do you need me to pick up anything for you while I'm here?

#3 son:  Yeah, pick me up a "For Sale" sign for my Harley (He's got it up for sale).  

Robby:  Will do.

#3 son had a big grin on his face when he told me, "Dad, you ought to see this 'For Sale' sign Robby picked up for my Harley."

I went by over there this morning where he's got it parked and took a picture.  Nyuk!  I'm sure the tough biker dudes are gonna be impressed!  (I blanked out Phil's phone number, so as to protect the innocent, but if you're interested in an '85 Ironhead Sportster I'll pass his number to you).

Don't you just love good pals?  I hope they stay friends forever, and don't lose that closeness with each other like I have with so many of the best buddies of my youth.

Speaking of signs...

This is one I stole off the worldwide computer yesterday.  I want one!

Ring tones -

Now, I still do not have a cellular telephone.  Perhaps I will one day.  But, for all y'all that do, and like to monkey around with your ring tone, our buddy Inno has a great one!  It made me giggle like a little schoolgirl.

That's probably about all you will find somewhat interesting, but I've got some more junk...

Weigh in -

When I got out of bed this morning, I didn't have a shirt on, and only my underwear.  I happened to catch sight of myself in the rather large mirror that is above the dresser, and I thought, "Dang Andy...you look like a skeleton or something."  Now, it has been a long time since I weighed myself.  In the Summer, I normally drop a pound or two, due to all the outside work I do...plus I really don't get hungry in the Summer.  I guess it's the heat or something.  But, I will often forget until close to bed time that I haven't eaten anything all day.  In fact, I will occasionally make myself eat something in the morning even when I'm not hungry, if I know I've got a strenuous day ahead.

I had noticed (and The Mrs. had made note often lately) that my old working shorts were dragging butt like some negro kid down on Sprague.  And, I did get a new pair of shorts for Father's Day that were 30's.  My old ones were 32, so I figured I'd never be able to squeeze in to these new ones.  But I was wrong.  They fit just fine.  So, I knew I'd probably just dropped my usual Summer pound or two.  But, I decided to weigh in this morning.  I normally go about 145...sometimes a little more, and occasionally a little less.

I hit the scales this am, and was shocked!  137.  Really.  I thought, "Dang...I gotta remember to eat more often."  (Still got the moobs, though.  Sigh...)

Independence Day - 

When I woke up yesterday morning I went outside to feed Sadie.  She had been inside a good bit of the night, due to the fact that she almost busted down the back door trying to flee all the firework maniacs in the 'hood.  When I went outside, the first thing I said to myself was, "Andy, this place looks like crap!"

And, I was right.  Man, it looked like somebody that lived around here did not give a tinker's dang about nuthin!  Now, I am going to lay it off on the fact that we had such a long stretch of unusually hot, extremely dry weather that kinda put my DOGAS down in the subzero range.  The grass didn't grow for weeks, and then all of a sudden The Good Lord smiled upon us with bucket fulls of God Water for many days!

Thank you, Lord!  It was glorious, but man it sure did help make this place look even crappier than it already does.  I mean, (well, I don't even want to describe it).  Suffice it to say that Andy's Place, and Daddy's apartments looked even crappier than usual. 

So, as I went out to the garden to harvest the morning okra I took a look in the garage, and I thought, "Andy's garage looks like crap!"

And, I was right.  Jeepers, all the crap and leaves, and grass clippings, and old useless bicycles, and crap just sitting around really made me ashamed.  Not to mention all the CRAP that was sitting around on the outside of the garage.  Gwaaaa...it looked like some kind of homeless folks under a bridge or something.

Crap everywhere!  So, I determined in my mind that I was gonna do something about this.  Our 'hood ain't the fanciest place on the planet, but my neighbors are my friends, and they all do a pretty darn good job of keeping their places nice.  My former days of fashioning Andy's Place as the nicest place on our street are now long gone.  We've had some really good folks purchase some of the old houses here and they have all done quite a good prideful job of renovating, cleaning up, and maintaining their places.  So, I owe it to them to not let my place stay in this state of crappiness.

So to make a long story even longer, I decided that I was gonna sharpen up the lawns, dig crap out of the flowerbeds, and clean out the garage as my Independence Day celebration.  Now, Momma had planned a big deal out at their house for a 4th Celebration.  I knew that there was no way that I could possibly get all done that I planned, and also get out there to Momma & Daddy's.  So, I weighed my options.  I could either go out there and watch everybody eat weenies, or I could stay home and work like an animal all day (and hear about it for the next several months from my Momma about how "You didn't show up on The 4th, so you missed all this, that, the other thing, etc...").

But, the MAN in me took over, and I chose the mission of getting this place in a semblance of order, and scraping at least one layer of crap off of this crappy looking place.  And, that's exactly what I did.  I worked like a dang animal for hours around here.

I'll swear, this is one crappy place!  I had a couple of big pieces of metal in the garage that I didn't know what to do with.  So, I decided to just put them back behind the shop in the back yard until I could figure it out.  Now, in our back yard we have a very nice dog kennel.  It really is nice, if you need a dog kennel.  It is about 15' x 12',  has a concrete slab, and a 6' high fence with a double gate on it.

Do you see the dog kennel there?  No?  Well, of course you don't.  When we moved to this place 14 years ago there was this small shrub that was planted between the house and the kennel.  It was probably about 4 feet around in size.  Over the years I've thought about pruning the thing (I don't even know what it is), but it occurred to me that if I just let it grow, it might one day obscure the view of the chain link fenced dog kennel (that I have no use for), and the even crappier looking place behind mine.

I'm a genius.  The thing is about 20 feet wide now, and I estimate about 10 feet high.

BTW...If y'all know what that big old shrub deal is, please let me know.  Here is a closer up picture of it.

And here's even a little closer look at the leaves and crap.  Maybe you know what it is.

Anyway, trust me, there is a dog kennel behind there.  As I was dragging all the metal crap from the garage to throw back behind the shop I noticed that the danggone spot between the kennel and the back fence just looked like crap!  I mean, like a crappy jungle of crap!  Lord have mercy...vines, poison ivy, old broken pecan limbs.  It's the old deal of "out of sight, out of mind," I guess. 

Crap!  Crap!  Crap, I tell ya'!  So, with my mission oriented self in high gear I set about the task of cleaning out all that crappy crap.

So, to make an unbearably long story short...I got it all done.  Yard trimmed, weed-eated, blowed sidewalks, every miserable miscreant's trash they throw while driving or walking down the street picked up, garage clean and in order, etc.  I've still got a bathtub sitting in the back yard, though.

Ooooops!  I had forgot until just now that I have not shown y'all the pictures of me and Phil removing the 700 pound bathtub from the old garage apartment that we are renovating.  Y'all remind me to do that...okay?

Speaking of the old garage apartment.  I am removing the old natural gas wall heater from the bathroom, and gonna install one of those light/vent/heat deals instead.  I gotta go cap off the gas to it, and jerk it out now...plus throw all the old oak plank flooring out the window, and get ready to install the new plywood flooring which Two Dogs instructed me the best way how to (via computer letter).

Ooooh!  Before I go do that, and put y'all out of y'all's misery, The Mrs. has baked a pie for after dinner tonight (trust me, I'm gonna eat).  A friend of hers gave her the recipe for a "Strawberry Blueberry Cheesecake Pie."  It's got fresh strawberries, blueberries that she and FDIL picked the other morning, and I'm assuming some stuff you use to make cheesecake...all baked up in a pie shell.  It's sitting here in the office as I type, and it smells just heavenly.


This is just stage II.  It will be topped with Strawberry Jelly, Whipped Topping, and fresh Strawberries.

I'll let  y'all know if it's any good or not.

Well look, y'all have a great evening!  I gotta go get this work done in the apartment now.  I love y'all!  I mean, I love all of y'all a lot...

"Well...Did ya'?"

In case you missed it over at Staci's place...

Did you plug the hole yet, Daddy?

Stolen from Snarky Basterd at Feed Your ADHD