The things in my head go ’round and ’round

Do you facebook?

Do your kids shake their heads when you tell them that you do? Are they embarrassed?

Good for you.

I started facebook awhile back. A long while back. I now have 10 friends. After diligent, and arduous ignoring of said Facebook. I am not that good with Facebook.

The youngest son is BIG TIME into his Facebook. I think that he invited everyone he runs into to be a friend. He has over 150 friends. I can’t remember the names of most of my employees, much less 150+ people that I just met.

How the heck do kids do this stuff?

Facebook. Hmpf.

namaste.

Seems to be some folks out there in the bogosphere, and in the newspapers who want to whip up on her.

Lots of negative things being said. She has no experience, involved in scandal, five kids, fairly newborn with downes, pregnant 17 yr old daughter, yada, yada, yada.

Same political crap. You get in the public eye, you get watched. Close and hard. Would we really want the press to lay off of people we want running our country? I don’t think so. As much as I pissed and moaned about Bill C. and his stupid actions. Can’t say mistakes, it was thought out.

But Sarah? Dig up as much dirt as you can on her, but leave the kids alone. Period. I don’t like her politics, and I am not going to vote for her. I caution everyone who is undecided at this point to look hard and long at what the Republican Party is offering, but leave her family alone. There is no place in politics to dredge up crap on families.

My opinion.

Namaste.

Hello to all of you out there. You in Weirton, West By God Virginia. Hi.

The boys mother and I looked at buying a Subway Sub shop at one time in your town. We went to the extent of visiting the area. We didn’t, though. We ended up back in Michigan for a few years before we moved to Columbus, Ohio

Hi Nick. What the heck are you doing reading this instead of studying? Hit the books young man so that you don’t end up working in retail.

Hi, Mike. Hopefully you were in between classes when you logged on here. Or maybe it was Dani. Hey chiquita. Como Esta?

Hi to you in Mount Gretna. I am sorry that I didn’t get to your arts festival this year. When we go there we always end up spending too much money. And money was in short supply this year what with all of the vacations that we ended up taking.

Hi to all of my friends in Harrisburg:

Martin Sacks & Associates.
Brinjac Engineering

It is always nice to see you guys check in.

Hi to MLW’s Aunt B, and her friend from Mechanicburg. Again, it is always good to see you check in. Say hi sometime, we are all friends here.

Hi to my friends in Mannheim. Lebanon is an area that I am still not familiar with. Other than making fun of the Lebanon bologna that everyone seems to love around here. Except for me that is. Especially the sweet lebanon bologna. I just don’t understand that mess.

Hi to you in Windsor, New Jersey. I could riff all night about being a direct descendant of the Dodd’s who founded Newark. Where there is still a Dodd Town, and a Dodd street. Of course, I understand that they are not in the best parts of town any longer. Every now and then, after a few Dodd Family Legacy Ales I get to talking to MLW about coming back to New Jersey and resurrecting the magic that was there when we first established the Dodd homestead. She tells me to go sleep it off.

Hi to you in Nashville, Tennessee. Even though you only stopped to see if I had the recipe for a drink. No biggee.

And I cannot forget my friend in Littleton, Colorado. Chaka, dude. How goes it in the wild west?

So. Just wanted to say hey to all of you folks who stop by to see what insanity is streaming out of my head on a daily basis. There is a lot, let me tell you. For some reason it just doesn’t stop.

Lucky you,

Namaste.

Taking it easy this Labor Day morning. I have some major housecleaning to do, but right now I am just hangin’ and watching the news.

Took a small journey through the past, looking at what I was doing last year at this time and it seems that I was just a might bitter about having to work on Labor Day.

I also had one of my kids celebrate a birthday.

I didn’t have a Sheetz burger last night, I had frozen pizza, but it looks like my eating habits haven’t changed much over the past year. Nor my way of looking at things.

MLW and The Princess are coming home tomorrow. Consequently I have to clean up the beer bottles, and do the dishes. We had folks in on Saturday who painted, and finished putting up the cabinets in the kitchen. Now all we have to do is to paper the walls and the kitchen is done. That is exciting. We also upgraded the electrical service in this house finally. Now I can run the dishwasher and the microwave without popping breakers.

Looks like things are looking up.

What is going on in your world?

Namaste.

You had better believe that I watched Barak Obama’s acceptance speech.

Me, the dog, and the cats. All in front of the television waiting to hear some good news for once. Waiting not to hear about fear inducing crap. And we were not disappointed.

“We are more compassionate than a government that lets veterans sleep on our streets and families slide into poverty; that sits on its hands while a major American city drowns before our eyes.”

This speech was so reminescent of John Kennedy saying “Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do for your country.”

“America, our work will not be easy. The challenges we face require tough choices, and Democrats as well as Republicans will need to cast off the worn-out ideas and politics of the past. For part of what has been lost these past eight years can’t just be measured by lost wages or bigger trade deficits. What has also been lost is our sense of common purpose our sense of higher purpose. And that’s what we have to restore.”

I watched the people in the audience nod their heads, and say “That is right” to so many of the themes Obama touched on. And I had hope. For the first time in 8 years I felt something other than dispare listening to a politician. 80,000 people in one of the NFL’s largest stadiums felt hope. We can move this country from the trough of fear and hopelessness that we have been in for the past 8 years. Together.

“What the naysayers don’t understand is that this election has never been about me. It’s been about you.”

Us. The American people. Not the CEO’s, not the politicians, but the factory workers. The nurses, and doctors, the orderlies, the cashiers, the janitors, the American people who can make this country work. And we have the chance now to make the change that is needed. To stop the bleeding, and make our country whole.

Obama for President.

Namate.