My dog Blackout the Fifth is in the hospital with a very serious illness. I love the dog a great deal and Jenny my assistant made on her web-site a page dedicated to Blackout the Fifth and myself. Take a look, Jenny's Day, and thank you Jenny. I do love Blackout.
It's a little surprising to me just how comforting a companion can be
To wake up to and to share a meal
Or someone to talk to when you need a good spiel
To scratch their back or to maybe scratch yours
And have a good play with when you're done with your chores
But when it gets quiet in the wee hours of the night
knowing they're waiting
That just always seems right
A being to share your space with until the very end
Non-judging, just loving
Now that...is a friend
Well Jenny's Day has done it again. You will recall Jenny's Day is the brain-child and artistic effort of my aid Mrs. Jennifer Estrada.
She started out by doing her little cartoons about raising her four children. She was married pretty young. She was only 19 when she had her first child. She now has two in high school, one in junior high, and a two year old baby. And she draws cartoons. She has no formal art training, but she has a reality training called motherhood. And with this she has projected what it is like to raise four children in today's hectic world.
Take a look at her new book. It's the second edition of her book called Jenny's Day. My guess is that soon enough, people will read this and realize their own trials and tribulations with their own children that studios like Walt Disney, some of the movie studios, or television networks will say let's make a movie about Jenny's Day. We constantly have movies about children, how about having one about a mother who has a real effect on her kids? Well I am hoping that is what happens.
Take a look at her new book. You can find it on Amazon, Jenny's Day. Jeny's Day on Amazon
You can also find her on her blog @Jenny'sDay.com
Many times the best radio shows come about by chance. Years ago on sort of a rainy day a little girl called me on the air. She wanted to talk about squirrels. Well you may think that I'm nutty, but it is still one of my favorite shows. Listen to what she had to say about her little squirrels.
Every year for over 25 years my breakfast has not been complete without opening up and reading The Wall Street Journal.
It has changed over the years...oh editorially, picture-wise, layout-wise you name it. But one thing remained constant up until about a year or so ago and then bingo, the joy of my morning Wall Street Journal evaporated! You can't fold it! You try turning the pages and they don't do it! They don't turn over! I puzzled about this problem with the paper trying to make it into a shape that I can handle while I am having my morning coffee. Guess what? They've made the paper thinner. And as they made it thinner it's harder and harder to read at the breakfast table. Shame on The Wall Street Journal! They oughta' apologize to me or at least given me an opportunity to pay an extra few pennies to have a newspaper that I can fold and read in a gentlemanly sort of way in the morning.
Well, that's just another 'gibbism' about getting old and trying to stay current.
Take a listen:
If you have wondered where I have been, I've been off making doctors rich. Here is something that I did several years ago. You might find it interesting if you voted for Obama if you didn't who cares.
Thanks for taking the time to read this, but most of all thank you for just being you.
May 4, 2010
The Washington Post made a mistake and published a photograph of Malcolm X under a story about Barack Obama. Some people wonder how much of a mistake that really was, or if it was someone trying to recreate the story that Malcolm X and Obama have a lot in common.
Take a look at this video that has been circulating for over a year on the net. As you’re watching it remember, there is strong evidence that Barack Obama’s mother had met Malcolm X. Watch it fully and then come to your own conclusions.
Long before I buried Paul McCartney, "Play the Record Backwards", I had a few radio talk shows.
Here are a few outtakes from one of them.
Have a listen and let me know what you think.
By the way, that picture up there is what I used to look like. A before and after, mostly before !
I handed the teller @ my bank a withdrawal slip for $400.00 I said "May I have large bills, please"
She looked at me and said "I'm sorry sir, all the bills are the same size."
When I got up off the floor I explained it to her....
When my husband and I arrived at an automobile dealership to pick up our car, we were told the keys had been locked in it.
We went to the service department and found a mechanic working feverishly to unlock the driver side door.
As I watched from the passenger side, I instinctively tried the door handle and discovered that it was unlocked.
'Hey,' I announced to the technician, 'it's open!'
His reply: 'I know. I already got that side.'
This was at the Ford dealership in Canton, MS
We had to have the garage door repaired. The Sears repairman told us that one of our problems was that we did not have a 'large' enough motor on the opener. I thought for a minute, and said that we had the largest one Sears made at that time, a 1/2 horsepower. He shook his head and said, 'Lady, you need a 1/4 horsepower.'
I responded that 1/2 was larger than 1/4. He said, 'NO, it's not..' Four is larger than two.'
We haven't used Sears repair since.
My daughter and I went through the McDonald's take-out window and I gave the clerk a $5 bill. Our total was $4.25, so I also handed her a quarter.
She said, 'you gave me too much money.'
I said, 'Yes I know, but this way you can just give me a dollar bill back.
She sighed and went to get the manager, who asked me to repeat my request. I did so, and he handed me back the quarter, and said 'We're sorry but we could not do that kind of thing.'
The clerk then proceeded to give me back $1 and 75 cents in change.
Do not confuse the clerks at McD's.
I live in a semi rural area. We recently had a new neighbor call the local township administrative office to request the removal of the "DEER CROSSING" sign on our road.
The reason: 'Too many deer are being hit by cars out here! I don't think this is a good place for them to be crossing anymore.'
From Kingman , KS
IDIOT SIGHTING IN FOOD SERVICE
My daughter went to a local Taco Bell and ordered a taco. She asked the person behind the counter for 'minimal lettuce.' He said he was sorry, but they only had iceburg lettuce.
-- From Kansas City
I was at the airport, checking in at the gate when an airport employee asked, 'Has anyone put anything in your baggage without your knowledge?'
To which I replied, 'If it was without my knowledge, how would I know?'
He smiled knowingly and nodded, 'That's why we ask.'
Happened in Birmingham , Ala.
The stoplight on the corner buzzes when it's safe to cross the street.
I was crossing with an intellectually challenged coworker of mine. She asked if I knew what the buzzer was for.
I explained that it signals blind people when the light is red.
Appalled, she responded, 'What on earth are blind people doing driving?!'
She was a probation officer in Wichita, KS
At a good-bye luncheon for an old and dear coworker who was leaving the company due to 'downsizing,' our manager commented cheerfully, 'This is fun. We should do this more often.' Not another word was spoken. We all just looked at each other with that deer-in-the-headlights stare.
This was a lunch at Texas Instruments.
I work with an individual who plugged her power strip back into itself and for the sake of her life, couldn't understand why her system would not turn on.
A deputy with the Dallas County Sheriffs office, no less.
How would you pronounce this child's name? "Le-a"
Lee - A?? NOPE
Lay - a?? NO
Lei?? Guess Again.
This child attends a school in Kansas City, Mo. Her mother is irate because everyone is getting her name wrong.
It's pronounced "Ledasha".
When the Mother was asked about the pronunciation of the name, she said, "the dash don't be silent."
SO, if you see something come across your desk like this please remember to pronounce the dash.
If dey axe you why, tell dem de dash don't be silent.
My secretary, Mrs. Jenny Estrada is an amazing woman. Not only does she put up with me daily, but at home she is the wife of Jesus Estrada and the mother of four young children, Angel 14, Isaiah 13, Isabella 11, and Jordyn 1.
But in her "spare time" she has developed her own comic strip about the daily ups and downs of a family in America in the year 2011.
Take a look and pass it on. I love it because it's real.