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This AtlantaGal geocoin is forsale.
No geocoin collection is complete without this coin. It was given to me by AtlantaGal
May 14 2005. It was one of the early geocoins. It is one of the must have coins if you are a collector.
This is a sacrifice sale, but it will have to bring three figures.
I hope it sells here to someone I know, but it will go on epay later if it don't sell here.
Labels: AtlantaGal Coin
Today is International Disturbed People's Day
I don't care if you lick windows,
take the special bus
or occasionally PEE on yourself...
You hang in there sunshine ,
you're friggin special.
Labels: special friends
An't no way! You will never get me to use the word Redneck Here.
Who said we don't have family? This is our niece, her Aunt, and great niece.
Ok the niece is taking the pix, Her Aunt is holding the fish. The good looking
one is the great niece, the fish is her catch.
OK I'm bored.
Looking for something to break up the boredom.
I don't play politics, I don't even vote, and have been told that I don't have
a say in it because I don't vote. I have never seen a candidate that I thought
could do the job as I would like to see it done. I am not a democrat or
republican. This not a rant, it is just something I found on the internet
while killing time.
We all have our disagreements with President Bush. Immigration, U.S.
Attorney firings, Iraq, Darfur, etc. are all hot topics these days. The
following "speech" was written yesterday by an ordinary Maineiac. While
satirical in nature, all satire must have a basis in fact to be effective.
An excellent piece, by a person who does not write for a living,
sent with the author's permission.
The speech George W. Bush SHOULD give:
Normally, I start these things out by saying "My Fellow Americans." Not
doing it this time. If the polls are any indication, I don't know who more
than half of you are anymore. I do know something terrible has happened, and
that you're really not fellow Americans any longer.
I'll cut right to the chase here: I quit. Now before anyone gets all in a
lather about me quitting to avoid impeachment, or to avoid prosecution or
something, let me assure you: there's been no breaking of laws or
impeachable offenses in this office.
The reason I'm quitting is simple. I'm fed up with you people. I'm fed up
because you have no understanding of what's really going on in the world. Or
of what's going on in this once-great nation of ours. And the majority of
you are too damned lazy to do your homework and figure it out.
Let's start local. You've been sold a bill of goods by politicians and the
news media. Polls show that the majority of you think the economy is in the
tank. And that's despite record numbers of homeowners including record
numbers of MINORITY homeowners. And while we're mentioning minorities, I'll
point out that minority business ownership is at an
all-time high. Our unemployment rate is as low as it ever was during the
Clinton Administration. I've mentioned all those things before, but it
doesn't seem to have sunk in.
Despite the shock to our economy of 9/11, the stock market has rebounded to
record levels and more Americans than ever are participating in these
markets. Meanwhile, all you can do is whine about gas prices, and most of
you are too damn stupid to realize that gas prices are high because there's
increased demand in other parts of the world, and because a small handful of
noisy idiots are more worried about polar bears and beachfront property than
your economic security.
We face real threats in the world. Don't give me this "blood for oil" thing.
If I was trading blood for oil I would've already seized Iraq's oil fields
and let the rest of the country go to hell. And don't give me this "Bush
Lied People Died" crap either. If I was the liar you morons take me for, I
could've easily had chemical weapons planted in Iraq so they
could be discovered. Instead, I owned up to the fact that the intelligence
was faulty. Let me remind you that the rest of the world thought Saddam had
the goods, same as me. Let me also remind you that regime change in Iraq was
official US policy before I came into office. Some guy named Clinton
established that policy. Bet you didn't know that, did you?
You idiots need to understand that we face a unique enemy. Back during the
cold war, there were two major competing political and economic models
squaring off. We won that war, but we did so because fundamentally, the
Communists wanted to survive, just as we do. We were simply able to outspend
and out-tech them.
That's not the case this time. The soldiers of our new enemy don't care if
they survive. In fact, they want to die. That'd be fine, as long as they
weren't also committed to taking as many of you with them as they can. But
they are. They want to kill you. And the bastards are all over the globe.
You should be grateful that they haven't gotten any more of us here in the
United States since September 11. But you're not. That's because you've got
no idea how hard a small number of intelligence, military, law enforcement
and homeland security people have worked to make sure of that. When this
whole mess started, I warned you that this would be a long and difficult
fight. I'm disappointed how many of you people think a long and difficult
fight amounts to a single season of Survivor.
Instead, you've grown impatient. You're incapable of seeing things through
the long lens of history, the way our enemies do. You think that wars should
last a few months, a few years. Making matters worse, you actively support
those who help the enemy. Every time you buy the New York Times, every time
you send a donation to a cut-and-run Democrat's political campaign, well,
dammit, you might just as well FEDEX a grenade launcher to a Jihadist. It
amounts to the same thing.
In this day and age, it's easy enough to find the truth. It's all over the
Internet. It just isn't on the pages of the New York Times or on NBC News.
But even if it were, I doubt you'd be any smarter. Most of you would rather
watch American Idol.
I could say more about your expectations that the government will always be
there to bail you out, even if you're too stupid to leave a city that's
below sea level and has a hurricane approaching. I could say more about your
insane belief that government, not your own wallet, is where the money comes
from. But I've come to the conclusion that were I to
do so, it would sail right over your heads.
So I quit. I'm going back to Crawford. I've got an energy-efficient house
down there (Al Gore could only dream) and the capability to be fully
self-sufficient. No one ever heard of Crawford before I got elected, and as
soon as I'm done here pretty much no one will ever hear of it again. Maybe
I'll be lucky enough to die of old age before the last pillars of America
Oh, and by the way, Cheney's quitting too. That means Pelosi is your new
President. You asked for it. Watch what she does carefully, because I still
have a glimmer of hope that there're just enough of you remaining who are
smart enough to turn this thing around in 2008.
So that's it. God bless what's left of America! Some of you know what I
I been busy as a cat on a hot tin roof. But not the kind of stuff I want to blog about. Just doctoring, tests and the like. No real rants or anything like that.
What I have done to stay sane is work on Henry in my idle time.
The shifter parts came, and I build the shifter. I put a start safety switch,
on it so it will only crank in park or neutral. I made all the brackets to mount the shifter under the dash. It is called the Behind the Dash "Invisible" Shifter.
This Sifter setup is a very unique shifter mechanism that mounts behind the dashboard allowing you to maintain a smooth steering column and a clean uncluttered floor.
I ran a cable from it to the trans. I routed it from the shifter inside the firewall and exit though the floorboard for a clean installation on the engine compartment side too.
After a dry run under the dash I took every thing back apart and painted all the parts.
I need more stuff. As with all the things I have done, each project calls on more stuff. I had to order a universal shift lever to hook the cable to on the transmission. Next I wanted a Gear Shift Indicator so I could see what gear I am in.
I ordered a Digital Gear Shift Sending Unit, that I will mount on the shifter.
Now come the Gear Shift Indicator it self. This will be the thingy we all familiar
with that has the P R N D 2 1 with little lights that light up the gear you are in. Maybe red R, orange P@N, Green D21. I will mount that in the dash near the steering column somewhere.
I picked this project to do now because it needs a lot of black smith work and not so much money. Don't get me wrong these parts are not free, but it is more labor than some of the other stuff that is ahead.
Maybe I can take a picture of the compete shifter before I put it in.
Another member of the wanna crew has popped the question.
And got a "yes I will". Maybe we can rag them at the Lacy campout this year. Can you guess Who?
Time for some rambling
Geocaching: I often refer to geocaching as a hobby. Today I think I will call it a game.
It could be a game I suppose. If it was a game, it would have no winners, just players.
Now if no player will win, there might not be no players. So if there is just players and
no one is the winner, we must all be winners. Thats it, we all win, because we play it
the way we like it. I found it, or I found a bunch, or batch. I hid one. Can you find it?
A great game. Why because it is a lot fun. Fun is one of my favorite words. I enjoy having fun.
That brings us to yesterday. I enjoyed the day, with the sore legs, scratches, hiking, 4 wheeling,
long winding roads, mud, hot, picnicking, bush whacking, story telling, laughing, climbing around
waterfalls, meeting strange hikers, nice hikers, good friend, dogs, great company, a beautiful day and a wonderful hike, yelp I was a winner. ONE OF THE BEST
geocaching days I have ever been on.
I got this from a close friend this morning.
It has a ring of true feeling, and I thought it was cute
and is worth posting here
Just the stone cold truth of our great friendship.
1. When you are sad -- I will help you get drunk and plot revenge
against the sorry bastard who made you sad.
2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking
3 When you smile -- I will know you finally got laid.
4. When you are scared -- I will rag on you about it every chance I
5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how
much Worse it could be until you quit whining.
6. When you are confused -- I will use little words.
7. When you are sick -- Stay the hell away from me until you are well
again. I don't want whatever you have.
8. When you fall -- I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.
9. This is my oath.... I pledge it to the end. "Why?" you may ask;
"because you are my friend".
Friendship is like peeing your pants,
Everyone can see it,
But only you can feel the true warmth.
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The GGA cookout was a blast. Hot dogs and burgers. All the trimmings and side dishes.
I had a lot of buns left. I brought them back and give them to the lady across the street that keeps 8 kids everyday. She said they would have them for lunch tomorrow.
It was good to see two groups from Rome at the cookout. Chaucerbosser and her Father.
And Dr_Glopos and his wife. They may have been others that I missed. The reason I looked for them was the first meeting the GGA had in Rome a few years ago was also a cookout that me and BadDawg help with. I enjoyed that one and we still like the cookouts. We miss Happy spider since he moved out of the area. He was great help with setting up that first cookout.
Now I'm looking forward to the lunch with hotdogs at the Wanna Go.
Labels: cook out.
Today I doing old car talking, and showing. My friend that was in charge of judging at the street rod show
in Cartersville yesterday came by ,
I was invited to help judge, but it was the same day as the GGA meeting. They change the rules a little
this year. If a judge entered a car, it was not judged. Some people thought that was a convict of interest.
This year the spectators picked out the judges car that they like the best. Harold (my friend) 39 p/u
got best of show for the second year in a row. Lot of good car show stories.
Mopped up. I did real well myself yesterday. I got a white ceiling fan for the kitchen, from Annie, thanks.
I won a GGA coin, and got a Starhopping coin from S77. Very nice and will be one of my top coins.
I also scored a full set of LZ33 coins, lot of history here between me and him. Annie let me have some ammo cans too.
One will go to the Wanna Go as a prize Wednesday. BadDawg give me a t-shirt. And man the doves were awesome,
and Sam told some of the meaning behind the Dove release. The best prize of the day was visiting with friends and Cachers.
The GGA tryed to pay me and BadDawg for the cookout but we would not have it.
I did take the money for the rent of the pavilion. It was a sweet deal now days for just $35.
June: Two Geocaching events, GGA June 9th meeting, and Wanna Go June 13th.
.. And Hide one new cache.
July: Order and start installation on Shifter for the Old Car (Henry)
.. I picked a Behind the Dash "Invisible" Shifter. It will be fited with a 33'-36'
..Ford cowl vent handle.
Aug: Order the Brake Booster/Master Cylinder Combo.
Labels: future Plans music MY MO-JO
A list? yelp It is catching, so I am making a list. The thing about my list and this one for sure is that it will be uncompleted for a long time. The top of all my list is to complete the old car. That is still number one and the good news is that it is well on the way.
This list is a kitchen project. It has been needing an overhaul for a long time. So as soon as the car is on the road, it will be done. It is a big room that is the kitchen and dinning room together.
1. Finish the old car.
2. Put in a new floor. this is a two part job
.. A. Remove old floor and Repair sub floor.
.. B. Install tile in the kitchen.
.. C. Install Hardwood in the dinning room.
3. Install a molding on the wall to divide the two areas
4. Install a ceiling fan with 3 or 4 lights in the kitchen.
5. Install a box with lights to shine down on the sink.
6. Paint the walls a bright color in the kitchen to lighten up the room.
7. repair sheetrock and paint ceiling.
I'm sure this list will grow before the work ever begins.
Labels: Kitchen project
Joke of the day
A man went to a psychiatrist and said, "Doctor, I've got trouble. Every time I get into bed, I think there's somebody under it. I get under the bed, I think there's somebody on top of it. Top, under, top, under. You have to help me, I'm going crazy!"
"Just put yourself in my hands for two years," said the psychiatrist. "Come to me three times a week, and I'll cure your fears."
"How much do you charge?"
"A hundred dollars per visit."
"I'll sleep on it," said the man.
Six months later the doctor met the man on the street.
"Why didn't you ever come to see me again?" asked the psychiatrist.
"For a hundred buck's a visit? A bartender cured me for ten dollars."
"Is that so! How?"
"He told me to cut the legs off the bed!"
New Word for today is : hinterland
Henry is going love getting to drive in the hinterland
All is good here at my homestead turf, after a very busy week. Am I retired or what?
Henry is still in a holding pattern while I do a little fund raising. I have got slack on other things trying shorten this down time. A few small things around the house had to be updated, but poor Abner was having to carry all the work load in the transportation department. He was on the run all the time. I had some down time from working on Henry so I was going caching and doing a lot of other running around, and Abner was on the run with me every day. He was doing this without any attention at all.
He started to squeal like a pig. I couldn't stand to hear that, he is my life line to the rest of the world. I use some of Henry's funds, he don't mind, and give Abner some way over due maintenance. Abner is like me and as some age on him. He don't keep up with his years. He likes to say how many miles he has been. He has 300,000 miles behind him. After his week of getting fix up and a new outfit, He is happy again.
hinterland = back country
Water Displacement #40.
The product began from a search for a rust preventative solvent and degreaser to protect missile parts. WD-40 was created in 1953 by three technicians at the San Diego Rocket Chemical Company. Its name comes from the project that was to find a "water displacement" compound. They were successful with the fortieth formulation, thus WD-40. The Corvair Company bought it in bulk to protect their atlas missile parts.
The workers were so pleased with the product, they began smuggling (also known as "shrinkage" or "stealing") it out to use at home. The executives decided there might be a consumer market for it and put it in aerosol cans. The rest, as they say, is history.
It is a carefully guarded recipe known only to four people. Only one of them is the "brew master." There are about 2.5 million gallons of the stuff manufactured each year. It gets its distinctive smell from a fragrance that is added to the brew.
Ken East (one of the original founders) says there is nothing in WD-40 that would hurt you.
When you read the "shower door" part, try it. It's the first thing that has ever cleaned that spotty shower door. If yours is plastic, it works just as well as glass. It's a miracle!
Then try it on your stovetop... Voila! It's now shinier than it's ever been. You'll be amazed.
Here are some of the uses:
Protects silver from tarnishing.
Cleans and lubricates guitar strings.
Gives floors that 'just-waxed' sheen without making it slippery.
Keeps flies off cows.
Restores and cleans chalkboards.
Removes lipstick stains.
Loosens stubborn zippers.
Untangles jewelry chains.
Removes stains from stainless steel sinks.
Removes dirt and grime from the barbecue grill.
Keeps ceramic/terra cotta garden pots from oxidizing.
Removes tomato stains from clothing.
Keeps glass shower doors free of water spots.
Camouflages scratches in ceramic and marble floors.
Keeps scissors working smoothly.
Lubricates noisy door hinges on vehicles and doors in homes.
Gives a children's play gym slide a shine for a super fast slide.
Lubricates gear shift and mower deck lever for ease of handling on riding mowers.
Rids kids rocking chairs and swings of squeaky noises.
Lubricates tracks in sticking home windows and makes them easier to open.
Spraying an umbrella stem makes it easier to open and close.
Restores and cleans padded leather dashboards in vehicles, as well as vinyl bumpers.
Restores and cleans roof racks on vehicles.
Lubricates and stops squeaks in electric fans.
Lubricates wheel sprockets on tricycles, wagons, and bicycles for easy handling.
Lubricates fan belts on washers and dryers and keeps them running smoothly.
Keeps rust from forming on saws and saw blades, and other tools.
Removes splattered grease on stove.
Keeps bathroom mirror from fogging.
Lubricates prosthetic limbs.
Keeps pigeons off the balcony (they hate the smell).
Removes all traces of duct tape.
Folks even spray it on their arms, hands, and knees to relieve arthritis pain.
Florida's favorite use is: "cleans and removes love bugs from grills and bumpers."
The favorite use in the state of New York--WD-40 protects the Statue of Liberty from the elements.
WD-40 attracts fish. Spray a LITTLE on live bait or lures and you will be catching the big one in no time. Also, it's a lot cheaper than the chemical attractants that are made for just th at purpose. Keep in mind though, using some chemical laced baits or lures for fishing are not allowed in some states.
Use it for fire ant bites. It takes the sting away immediately and stops the itch.
WD-40 is great for removing crayon from walls. Spray on the mark and wipe with a clean rag. Also, if you've discovered that your teenage daughter has washed and dried a tube of lipstick with a loa d of laundry, saturate the lipstick spots with WD-40 and re-wash. Presto! Lipstick is gone!
If you sprayed WD-40 on the distributor cap, it would displace the moisture and allow the car to start.
It removes black scuff marks from the kitchen floor! Use WD-40 for those nasty tar and scuff marks on flooring. It doesn't seem to harm the finish and you won't have to scrub nearly as hard to get them off. Just remember to open some windows if you have a lot of marks.
Bug guts will eat away the finish on your car if not removed quickly! Use WD-40!
P. S. The basic ingredient is FISH OIL
Labels: WD 40
Yesterday I felt like a young female driver! I went to just brakes to get their
$99 brake job. This is a Johnnie Rant so be ready, this is a true rant.
Just brakes will do a job on you if you go in the door. Man I couldn't believe my ears.
When I arrived they greeted me with a big smile and wrote me up for the $99 special.
In a short while they pulled the p/u in and 4 people took all 4 corners apart and lay all the parts on the floor. Then a man came and measure the drums & rotors plus examation of all the parts. Next a little man came to me with the news. He said my brakes were totally demolish, and showed me a list of parts needed to repair them.
It was a miracle that I got there without killing someone.
One example of the list: Rebuild the calibers, not replace them. $ 49.00 ea.
This is done with a three dollar O ring from Auto Zone and a little lube. (A new caliber from Auto Zone is about $30.00.) That is about $96 profit just from the cabibers that has nothing wrong with them.
The bottom line was $1045.00 to repair the brakes.
WOW! Say What?
What I said out loud was put it back together has it was when I got here.
He said well we could just do the rear today and the front later.
I repeted Put it back together.
They waited about a hour and the 4 people jump in and put it all back on.
I then went to Auto Zone with the list of the parts it really needed,
Rotors, drums, shoes, pads, barings, and small hardware. $210.00.
It took 2 1/2 hours. I paid myself a hundred per hour and still saved over six hundred dollars.
Just Brakes #%*$ sucks @%$#^& and @##$%^^^$#%@**^%@
These guys will rip you off, they lie, up sell, replace good parts, over charge,
bend you over and get deep in your pocket, and they don't even kiss you.
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