Monday, November 27, 2006

Words to Live by

1. Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me,
for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me, either; just leave me
alone.

2. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and a
flat tire.

3. It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal your
neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it.

4. Don't be irreplaceable; if you can't be replaced, you can't be
promoted.

5. No one is listening until you make a mistake.

6. Always remember you're unique, just like everyone else.

7. Never test the depth of the water with both feet.

8. It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a
warning to others.

9. It is far more impressive when others discover your good qualities
without your help.

10. If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of
car payments.

11. Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes.
That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their
shoes.

12. If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.

13. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish,
and he will sit in a boat & drink beer all day.

14. If you lend someone $20, and never see that person again, it was
probably worth it.

15. Don't squat with your spurs on.

16. If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.

17. If you drink, don't park; accidents cause people.

18. Some days you are the bug, some days you are the windshield.

19. Good judgment comes from bad experience, and a lot of that comes
from bad judgment.

20. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it in half and put
it in your pocket.

21. Timing has an awful lot to do with the outcome of a raindance.

22. A closed mouth gathers no foot.

23. Duct tape is like the force; it has a light side & a dark side, and
it holds the universe together.

24. There are two theories to arguing with women. Neither one works.

25. Generally speaking, you aren't learning much when your mouth is
moving.

26. Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.

27. Never miss a good chance to shut up.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

A google shared document experiment!

This is a cool thing from Google!!

29 Nov 2006 Did I mention how cool this is??

Crackerz was here!! No I wasn't...now I've been here! Love, me xoxo

You are a goof ball!!! I love you though my pretty wife!! Smoooch... when ru coming home I miss you???

Check this out..
Did anything change?

In the middle of the night...

It is kind of interesting wokring the night shift from 7pm to 7am... I wake up around 2:30-3:00 in the afternoon. Do a few errons, take a shower grab a bite to eat and by 6:15pm I am no the road to the office..I get to work, do my thing for a couple of hours. Around 1am I take an extended lunch and go to the gym to "wakeup" for about 30-45minutes. Arond 2:30am I am eating lunch! At 7am my relief comes in, and I drive home with traffic and all the problems the cause. By 8:30am I am lights out, the cycle repeats.
This sort of wreaks havoc on my social life but it actually works out well for Crackerz and I. By 830am Crackerz is on her way out the door to the office and shortly after I wake up, she is on her way home from the office. So we do see easch other for a few hours.. How lucky!
Nutz

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Things are beginning to look a lot like....

A Different Christmas Poem

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room
and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic
in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a
winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was
Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by
love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I
started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,But I opened my eyes when
it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of
footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door
just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood,
his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled
here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, and
my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's
freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, You should be at
home on a cold Christmas Eve!"

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from the cold and the
snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light Then he sighed and he
said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night." "It's my duty to stand at
the front of the line, That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my
fathers before me.
My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December," Then he sighed, "That's
a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam', And now it is my turn
and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me
pictures, he's sure got her smile.

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and
blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family, my
house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a
foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my
sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure for all time that
this flag will not fall."

"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your family is waiting
and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you money," I
asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from
your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love
us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, To stand your own
watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember we
fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That we mattered to you
as you mattered to us."

Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S.service
men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's
try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop
and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for
us.

Political Correctness has gone too far

ARABIAN NIGHTMARES
By RALPH PETERS
November 15, 2006 -- YESTERDAY, 80 terrorists in police uniforms raided
an Iraqi research institute in Baghdad, rounded up 100-plus male
students, loaded them into vehicles in broad daylight and drove away.
They couldn't have pulled it off without the complicity of key elements
within the Iraqi security services and the government: "our guys."
The students probably will be executed and dumped somewhere. Partly for
the crime of wanting to study and build a future, but primarily just to
step up the level of terror yet again.
Apart from highlighting the type of regime of which both Shia and Sunni
Arab extremists dream - a land of disciplined ignorance and slavish
devotion - the mass kidnapping also highlights the feebleness of our
attempts to overcome ruthless enemies with generosity and good manners.
With Iraqi society decomposing - or, at best, reverting to a medieval
state with cell phones - the debate in Washington over whether to try to
save the day by deploying more troops or withdrawing some is of
secondary relevance.
What really matters is what our forces are ordered - and permitted - to
do. With political correctness permeating our government and even the
upper echelons of the military, we never tried the one technique that
has a solid track record of defeating insurgents if applied
consistently: the rigorous imposition of public order.
That means killing the bad guys. Not winning their hearts and minds,
placating them or bringing them into the government. Killing them.
If you're not willing to lay down a rule that any Iraqi or foreign
terrorist masquerading as a security official or military member will be
shot, you can't win. And that's just one example of the type of
sternness this sort of fight requires.
With the situation in Iraq deteriorating daily, sending more troops
would simply offer our enemies more targets - unless we decided to use
our soldiers and Marines for the primary purpose for which they exist:
To fight.
Of course, we've made a decisive shift in our behavior difficult. After
empowering a sectarian regime before imposing order in the streets, we
would have to defy an elected government. Leading voices in the Baghdad
regime - starting with Prime Minister Nouri al-Maliki - would demand
that we halt any serious effort to defeat Shia militias and eliminate
their death squads.
Killing Sunni Arabs would be fine, of course. The Maliki government's
reason for being is to promote Shia power.
Reportedly, our CENTCOM commander, Gen. George Abizaid, just had a "come
to Jesus meeting" (metaphor fully intended) with Maliki, warning him
that our continued support is contingent on the government moving to
impose public order and protect all of Iraq's people. The result is
predictable: A few law-enforcement gestures by daylight, some reshuffled
government appointments - and more sectarian killing.
>From the Iraqi perspective, we're of less and less relevance. They're
sure we'll leave. And every faction is determined to do as much damage
as possible to the other before we go. Our troops have become human
shields for our enemies.
To master Iraq now - if it could be done - we'd have to fight every
faction except the Kurds. Are we willing to do that? Are we willing to
kill mass murderers and cold-blooded executioners on the spot?
If not, we can't win, no matter what else we do.
Arrest them? We've tried that. Iraq's judges are so partisan or so
terrified (or both) that they release the worst thugs within weeks -
sometimes within days.
How would you like to be one of Iraq's handful of relatively honest cops
knowing that any terrorist or sectarian butcher you bust is going to be
back on the block before your next payday? And yeah, they know where you
live.
Our "humanity" is cowardice masquerading as morality. We're protecting
self-appointed religious executioners with our emphasis on a "universal
code of behavior" that only exists in our fantasies. By letting the
thugs run the streets, we've abandoned the millions of Iraqis who really
would prefer peaceful lives and a modicum of progress.
We're blind to the fundamental moral travesty in Iraq (and elsewhere):
Spare the killers in the name of human rights, and you deprive the
overwhelming majority of the population of their human rights. Instead
of being proud of ourselves for our "moral superiority," we should be
ashamed to the depths of our souls.
We're not really the enemy of the terrorists, militiamen and insurgents.
We're their enablers. In the end, the future of Iraq will be determined
by its people. The question is, which people?
Our naive version of wartime morality handed Iraq to the murderers. Will
our excuse for a sectarian bloodbath be that we "behaved with
restraint?"
Any code of ethics that squanders the lives of tens of thousands and the
future of millions so we can "claim the moral high ground" is hypocrisy
worthy of the Europeans who made excuses for the Holocaust.
If we want to give Iraq's silent - and terrified - majority a last
chance, we would have to accept the world's condemnation for killing the
killers. If we are unwilling to do that, Iraq's finished.
Ralph Peters' most recent book is "Never Quit the Fight."

Friday, November 10, 2006

Success in the War on Terror

Ok, what is the definition of the of "Success" with respect to the war against terror.

The answer is quite simple. For every single American to be able to travel the world freely without fear of being kidnapped, beheaded, hi-jacked, bombed in subways, buses, disco techs, or in their places of employment. Simple.

We can pull our troops out of Iraq only after we bring our troops home from Germany, England, South Korea, Bosnia, and Japan!

Here is a question for you. When the next terrorist attack takes place on American soil, who will the democrats blame?

Thursday, November 09, 2006

UPDATE: Death in OV

It saddens my heart to have learned that this mornings excitment was the result of the untimely death of an infant. Apparently the child died of SIDs Unfortunate. We shall see what becomes of the situation.

Nutz

Scotty and Hank

You know I had this friend once who actually used to be my neighbor. He never talks to me any more however he talks to my wife all the time..... Anyhow, he and his cute little golden Hank have a neat website with some rocking tunes you should check out some time.


Enjoy... buy a CD... make his day... paypal me $12 and I will send you one.. We are an authorized dealer for all electropoet cds, gear and stories of drunkeness!
Nutz

Murder, Death, Kill in OV!

1400 block East ocean View ave, Nutz to dectective while sipping his morning cup of joe, "Excuse me sir, what happens to be all the excitment?" Norfolk detective, "Not much!"

Obviously... At 545 this morning the calvary showed up and the fun began. More commentary and pictures at 11. With a couple of Norfolk Forensics vans parked in our front yard, I would happen to take a guess that this mornings activities were not a meeting of the OV Toast Master!

Nutz

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Some thoughts

In case we find ourselves starting to believe all the anti-American sentiment and negativity, we should remember England 's Prime Minister Tony Blair's words during a recent interview. When asked by one of his Parliament members why he believes so much in America , he said:

A simple way to take measure of a country is to look at how many want in ... And how many want out." Only two defining forces have ever offered to die for you:
1. Jesus Christ
2. The American G. I.

One died for your soul, the other for your freedom. If you want to pass this on I think it would be appropriate, as many seem to forget BOTH of them.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Rocky Patel


Ok so it was a Saturday evening and I had just finished cutting the grass in the back yard. I was home alone because JJ was down in Dallas at some sort of convention. So it was time to fire up by the fire, smoke a "new" cigar and drink a little whiskey.. Why wouldn't I? It was a nice night, I was not feeling too social, so I did just that. Tonight's cigar was a Rocky Patel Sun Grown stogie. I suppose I will have to develope some sort of ratings for cigars however here are my impressions althought slightly altered from the influence of Crown Royal.



Draw: Pretty smooth, no issues

Burn Time: I sucked on this thing for about 45 minutes or so.

Uniform Burn: The cigar burned well through out the evolotion.

Flavor: I was suprised with this one, the flavor was actually quite mild.

After Taste: To be honest the next days aftertaste was not too aweful!

Price: Unknown Cigar Dave Special

Purchase Again: Yes

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Bandit in The Back Yard!

A masked bandit was spotted jumping the fence tonight while Nutz enjoyed a a cool evning a cool cup of whiskey and a fine cigar.
Nutz had finished up cutting an early november lawn and was enjoyign the great outdoors by a fire when a rustle in the bushes interupted his refelctions of the day.
A coone was spotted traversing the arch of light given off by the small fire by which Nutz was sitting. We are not certain who was more scared, the four legged creature of the night or the fearless warrior of the skies?

I guess we now know who the mystery pooper is in the back yard! So if you see Nutz traipsing about looking like Daniel Boone you will know who was the master of the night!

Nutz

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Don't Forget to Vote

There are no excuses for not voting on Tuesday, November 7! Check out http://www.vote-smart.org/index.htm. There seems to be lots of information.

Take a guess!


Any ideas what this might be?

At least now we'll know who reads the blog and who doesn't. :-)

Crackerz

Check out the count down timer over there on the right!

A Favorite Around the Office



Do you think a translator might be needed for John Kerry?

Days Hours and Minutes to the end of the Myan Calendar

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Democrat = Tax Cheat

المسلحة الكافر = Armed Infidel

Change has come to Washington D.C.
Rangel
Daschel
Geithner

Our 2009 Tax return to the US Govt = I.O.U.
Thank you California for setting the stage.

Thanks for voting America!