Another Question

Does the secret energy conference at the beginning of W's reign have anything to do with the current high gasoline prices and the high profits of the oil companies?

They've gone to the Dark Side

The radical Islam people all clam to do things in the name of Allah. Here in the west we usually take Allah to mean God. However, I think that is wrong - - at least for the radical Islam groups. Their Allah is our Satan. They have gone over to the Dark Side. So with this in mind the meaning of Hezbollah is NOT "Party of God" but instead "Party of Satan."

The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee

I got this in an email and I wanted to share as there is a lot of truth in this.


When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the was jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "Yes."

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed

"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--- God, your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions--- and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter-- your job, your house, and your car.

The sand is everything else--- the small stuff.

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.

Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."


Oh, and don't forget to stop every once-and-a-while and smell the roses.

Termite Repairs

Here are a few pictures of the repairs to my sister-in-law's house. They show the termite repairs in progress. The first picture is a view of the front of the house after I have replaced about two and a half feet of the corner support of this two story house. I had also sistered several floor joists by the time the picture was taken.


The rim joist was bad back almost three feet on the front and about four feet on the side and had to be cut away. I supported the bad studs down to the foundation.



















Here are pictures just before the siding was replaced.

A question

Now that W has vetoed the bill to provide federal funding for stem cell research because of moral reasons, what is going to happen to all the unwanted embryos? I can't think of any action that would meet W's moral code.

Privatization of Space

Back in 1953 when I was in Jr. High I told my science class that man would go to the Moon within our life time. I soon became the butt of class jokes as everyone thought I was crazy.
Sixteen years later my prediction was proven right and I never got an apology from any of my classmates. All through the seventies and eighties I waited for commercial use of space to start - - nothing. I waited for mankind to return to the Moon - - nothing. To me it seemed that mankind was giving up on space except for robotic space probes. I once visited the Kennedy space center in the mid nineties and saw all of the old hardware from the Apollo times. All there were there were memories of the inspirational and glorious time in American space history. I left sooner than I planned to do as I was so sad. On the way home I stopped at the Huntsville Space center. I was disappointed in lack of imagination for the future of space travel.

However, last year my spirits were lifted a bit by the winning of the X-prize.

My hopes for the future of mankind was lifted last Wednesday by the launch of a private module for the testing of concepts for a private space station. Bigelow Aerospace of Las Vegas successfully launched its pathfinder mission the module Genesis I using a Russia rocket. Robert Bigelow owner of Bigelow Aerospace wants to privatize space. To that end he plans to have a private space station by 2010. To encourage ways to get there, he has setup a prize, America's Space Prize, for an American company to develop an space ship that can orbit earth with a crew of five or more twice within 60 days with at least 80 percent of the ship reusable.

To learn more about Bigelow Aerospace visit their web site here.

I like to close this post with a quote from that site.

"In any event, you have my word that myself, and all of us at Bigelow Aerospace, will do everything in our power to transform the dream of a robust human presence in space into a reality. I hope that the whole world will join us in this adventure."

Robert T. Bigelow

I need a transplant

My hip joints hurt from time-to-time. My knees start hurting after walking a bit, sooner if I am climbing stairs. My prostrate is enlarging. And my dick never gets hard anymore.

I need a waist down transplant.

Guess which bothers me the most.

I'm Back Home

I got home Saturday evening after driving for two days pulling a 4X8 foot trailer. Everyone on the road passed me as I was only doing 60 mph. Now I have to unload the trailer and its raining. I am supposed to return the trailer to U-Haul Monday but I may need to keep it an extra day. The extra day will cost me twenty bucks. May be I can get it unloaded during breaks in the rain.

I only made one entry while I was gone as I did not have enough privacy to write and post. It took me three days of sneaking around to get it posted. I even did not have much alone time to read Blogs.

Anyway I'll be back to posting and reading.