Happy 58th anniversary to Sherry & Jack

Thanks for all the well wishes from yesterday’s blog.

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This morning Sherry is off to a recap of the Class reunion and to start planning for another next year.

I am still working on the underpinning and some suggestions for friends on an addition to their house.  Something I do not do anymore, but will give some suggestions.

Our Cat is still around. It looks like she is pretty fat, PAULA, I need advice.  How do I know if it is a pregnant cat or not.  Do you have room under the garage (or storage building) in your maternity ward for one more?

Today we plan to celebrate out 58th anniversary at a place we used to go on Sunday nights before we were married. We will go to Tony’s Ice Cream Parlor and have a sandwich and milkshake….

Tony’s has been in business since 1918 methinks. I have bought ice cream off the OLD T-Model truck as they drove over the mill villages selling cones.

Thanks again for all the well wishes. We have been blessed, and like many others we have overcome obstacles, because we wanted to.  And because there was something called LOVE!

Sherry reads my BLOG, so Darling,  YOU ARE THE BEST!

(FUNNY, I always wanted to tell the world, now I can (if they want to read it) so Hey World, I LOVE SHERRY.)

Nite Shipslog

PS:

Life is good when you are happy. And I am.

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Someday this is going to be in my Christmas stocking…

Right or Left at Main St.

That is a line from a song years ago. It was about an unhappily married businessman who lamented that   he made that choice every day, left would mean leaving town and starting a new life, or right to go home to his unhappy life.
There was another song later ‘Take a Letter Maria send it to my wife, say I won’t be coming home, gonna start a new life.’
I feel sorry for folk who are locked in an unhappy marriage, relationship or just life.  I have known a couple ‘mid life crisis’ situations that actually split families and within a month or so both were unhappy but could not bear to apologize  and try to repair the damage. They remained miserable.
No union is perfect. And there are some marriages that definitely weren’t made in heaven. No person should live a life abused. I understand that. There are some marriages that should have never been.  Those aside…….
Most marriages could be fixed, with a lot of work and perseverance.  I remember someone saying in a book, “The one who says ‘I’m sorry first’, (right or wrong) is the one who loves the most.
Compare marriage to a job. One you really like, but you get upset and want to quit. WHEN all you need is a vacation.
Marriage is a team effort.  Even in a team you have the stronger personality who must know and recognize this, and not use it to LORD over the other. Funny thing, in “Our Perfect Marriage”, she is the stronger in some things, and I am stronger in others. Even at that, she has always been the giver, and looking back I appreciate that. Today I am still trying to make up for some of my stupidity.

Tomorrow will mark the 58th year of our marriage. I married the most beautiful girl in the world, and She still is. I meant it, when I said, “Yes Sir”, to Judge Nunn when he asked in a few words if I was ready for this to last “Until Death do us Part”. 
She has been a rock, she is just as cool now, as when she had the pony tail and was such a danged tease  I mean sweetie…. We were 17 & 18 yrs old, but we knew what we wanted (WELL I SURE DID!!!!)

When you read this Sherry, I love you more than ever Sweetheart.

Nite Shipslog
PS: To all the young married folk who were so in love when they married. ALWAYS REMEMBER why you married the most important person in the world, and TRY to always appreciate that. A marriage can last forever.
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I do not remember what this is. someone told me but I forgot…

Make-up Mirrors Should be ILLEGAL

A couple days ago my girl had left her make up mirror out.  You know the one. round on a pedestal,  it flips from a real mirror to the Frankenstein’s monster side.

I decided to look into it, since it does such a great job on my Sherry. I was sitting there and I could not resist. I gave it the test, “Mirror, Mirror on the table, who is fairest of the able?” It said nothing so I looked.

Now back up, In the late 1940’s or early 1950’s there was a song. That said “If you are walking along the beach, and you should see a great big box and it’s within your reach, DON’T EVER STOP TO OPEN IT UP BECAUSE MUCH TO YOUR SURPRISE YOU WILL DISCOVER A (physical knock) Knock, knock, knock right before your eyes.”

Well when I looked into that THING I gained 20 years of age. There were knots, spots, hair, holes (a little dirt) and miniature hair. There were valleys where wrinkles once lay. I even saw wrinkles I know I did not have!  It scared the xxx out of me.

I started to throw it away, but thought better of it for my own safety. But I suggest everyone else throw them away, they are intimidating.

They are probably a danger to society and should be banned.

I am disgusted at how worn out I looked, Please do not use them. They are dangerous.  I am going to suggest a national recall due to a danger to America as we know it.

                    

(Girls do not get scared, they start young getting used to them)

Nite Shipslog

PS:

How did this happen?

Great nephew Michael Darnell, great guy. BTW he is the keeper of the Giant model of the USS North Carolina  his Grandpa Built.

This is Mike and his two good looking daughters,……… Okay one is really his wife (but you cannot tell)…

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1950 Chevy, this was our first family car. (without the sun visor)

PS2,,,,

 

Where is Lucy?

We had a big announcement to the family

Grandson Stephen and his beautiful sweet wife Jennifer are expecting a baby.  So with today’s ultra sound, they learn the sex of the baby early.

Remember when NO ONE knew until the  baby discovered America. Our two boys were no surprise I KNEW.  hahahahahaha

We considered it a privilege that they wanted to have the family meet here at the motor home for the announcement. So Jennifer comes in with a tray of cup cakes.  We visit for awhile and nothing was said about the gender of the coming bundle of joy.

Then Jennifer passed out the cupcakes, no one took a bite until she announced, when you eat the cup cake you will know whether it is a boy or girl.

I am pretty thick sometimes to be so danged smart.  I started eating the cup cake, I heard nothing from the cake. I heard every body else yell,  IT’S A BOY!

I am eating the cup cake, it has a pretty blue center and I STILL DO NOT KNOW! Now I admit to being slow, but when I learn, I NEVER FORGET. We are having the GREAT GRANDSON!

Proud Mother of the BOY, Jennifer, she will be a great mama!

Then there is dear old dad to be, A great guy and a good grandson, Stephen…

This is a great time in a couple’s life. Steve is getting a handle on his life, one more year or semester, (according to how the college he transfers to counts it) for his degree.

Jen is a Registered nurse and I would give odds she is a good one.

So my Sherry is getting older , another great grand on the way.

Thanks for stopping by the Shipslog.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

I expressed my opinion, I had hoped for a monkey, but a little boy will do nicely.

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The 1956 Chevy BelAir rag top…

Our (?) Cat…

This has been our only pets until  “THE CAT”

When we first bought this place I saw a gray cat every once in awhile.  Cats frustrate and amaze me at the same time. It would not come when called of course and took off in a flash as soon as we saw each other.

Stella lives here now. I was amazed to see ‘my’ cat walk up to her and sorta rub it’s ears on her leg and feet, you know like scratching or soothing an itch (or being friendly who knows?)

We haven’t fed it but the dude eats somewhere, cause it is not undernourished.  I think  I like it, but we are not going to be around long enough to make a lasting relationship..

Day before yesterday I changed both fuel filters, then started the coach it ran well.  Yesterday I removed a broken dishwasher and installed a new one. Since Reece (granddaughter who lives here now) will be around without us, I actually for the first time bought insurance on the dishwasher.

When I say Reece & Stella lives here. I mean they live in our house, we just park behind it. This is our home base and we have a spot with full hookup behind the house.  I have made many improvements (without permits) and I am always expecting a letter in the mail, “Notice has been taken of the car and RV ports and the large storage buildings…etc..

Anyway the TO DO list is being cut down a little at the time…

I changed the oil in this Cummings Engine yesterday. After I finished I told Sherry Now I have finished the moat aggravating job (plumbing under the house), the simple job of changing the fuel filters, and the DIRTIEST JOB Changing the oil.

Diesel oil is the dirtiest oil of any vehicle. Glad it is done. Now I take the 5 gallons of used oil back to the store to recycle it.

In few minutes we leave here for something I look forward to, we are going to meet Tony. A first cousin I haven’t seen in years. On Daddy’s side there were 14 siblings, so I have more first cousins than I know.  I am looking forward to it. Sherry is going along to tell me what I hear.

I’m back. Had a great time, Here we are:

Nite Shipslog

PS:

It is a pity that our family only gets together at funerals. TONY & his sister Nicky are planning to change this. They are planning a Reunion next year.

 

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Okay, you are looking at Tony’s car. Ain’t it a beauty? 1954 Buick Roadmaster..

 

LSMFT

   

I just learned recently that actually stood for: Lucky Strikes Mean Fine Tobacco. 

             

All my buddies said it meant “Loose Straps Means Floppy T-t---s.”  You can’t believe teen agers, well maybe it was the crowd I ran with, Vondale and Buddy.

                  

I ran with kids that sang, “On a Hill far away stood an old Chevrolet”

And when the preacher preached all liquor and beer should be thrown in the river, my buddies sang, “Shall We Gather At the River.”

And when the Preacher asked if there would be any stars in your crown, they sang, “No not One.”

Kids have fun, not even thinking sacrilegious, and since we didn’t have the video stuff, we just made our fun. I think I played one season of semi-organized baseball as a kid. We did not have uniforms, but everyone wore jeans and a white T-shirt.  It was probably a forerunner of little league (in that area). There wasn’t a lot of practice and coaching, just show up for a game. I cannot remember a parent being there to yell encouragement or fuss at a call. Just the kids and your ‘coach’ and some onlookers. As a matter of fact I do not remember umpires. I do remember it was for fun and it was.

There were still a few A-model Fords around, I cannot remember a T-model used as regular transportation.  The most unique thing I can remember was a wealthy man in Valdese, Albert Tron (?), he drove a early 30’s model Plymouth. The driver’s seat was worn down to the springs and he had a towel or something over them. A kid wonders why a rich man doesn’t buy a new car?

I played the trumpet growing up, I look back and wonder why I didn’t try the guitar.  On many summer evenings I sat on the edge of the porch at the Page’s ( small farm) while Garland picked the guitar and sang. His sons could also sing well at 10 & 12 years old. they harmonized like the Everly Brothers.

I suspect the youth of today enjoy life as much, we just seemed to have more physical social interaction.

Thanks for coming this way for a trip back in time.

Nite Shipslog

PS: (one more ‘lived’ sermon)

Today, I was traveling in Kenya and I met a refugee from Zimbabwe. He said he hadn't eaten anything in over 3 days and looked extremely skinny and unhealthy. Then my friend offered him the rest of the sandwich he was eating. The first thing the man said was, “We can share it.”

Best sermons are lived; not preached

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1954 Chevy

BREAKING: Heaviest element known to man discovered, not Iron!

I have a friend, really I do. When he was born he was christened ‘Richard’ not King Richard just Richard. His daddy called him Buddy. So we all called him Buddy.

His first grade teacher called the roll and no one answered to Richard. Since everyone else had answered the roll, she walked back to friend Buddy and asked, “Son what is your name?”

“Buddy Sandsbury  ma’am.”

“Well Buddy, from now on your name is Richard.”

When he got home he was crying a little and his mama asked, “What is the problem don’t you like school?”

“It’s okay, but, can a teacher change your name?”

“No son, only you can do that.”

“Well she did, now I am Richard!”  It was then that  mama realized the problem.

I just heard from Buddy. After he read my post featuring Iron, the element Fe, The actual atomic weight is  56.8 (or close) Anyway He sent me this update:

The **CSIRO has discovered the heaviest element yet known to science.

The new element is Governmentium (Gv). It has one neutron, 25 assistant neutrons, 88 deputy neutrons and 198 assistant deputy neutrons, giving it an atomic mass of 312. These 312 particles are held together by forces called morons, which are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called peons.

Since Governmentium has no electrons, it is inert. However, it can be detected because it impedes every reaction with which it comes into contact. A tiny amount of Governmentium can cause a reaction  to take from four days to four years to complete an action that normally takes less than a second.

Governmentium has a normal half-life of 2 - 8 years. It does not decay but instead undergoes a reorganization in which a portion of the assistant neutrons and deputy neutrons exchange places. In fact, Governmentium's mass will actually increase over time, since each reorganization will cause more morons to become neutrons, forming isodopes.

This characteristic of moron promotion leads some scientists to believe that Governmentium is formed whenever morons reach a critical concentration. This hypothetical quantity is referred to as critical morass. When catalyzed with money, Governmentium becomes Administratium, an element that radiates just as much energy as Governmentium since it has half as many peons but twice as many morons.

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Since I am now educated, I thought you should be also…

Nite Shipslog

PS1: There are times I like nonsense that states a fact.

PS2:

Growing up I only knew Buddy a few years.

I have been knocked down by a few ‘ruffians’, while on the ground, a thought rushed thru my head, “I should have hit him first.”

In Buddy case, the ruffian was on the ground thinking, I was going to hit him first. ‘is ain’t right!

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**The Commonwealth Scientific and Industrial Research Organisation (CSIRO) is Australia's national science agency, delivering solutions for agribusiness, ...

Church back massage and playing with words

What is it with folks who like to rub someone’s back in church? A year or so ago we were at a funeral and the lady in front of us continually rubbed the back of the girl beside her, I think it was a daughter.

Today, the lady in front of us was continually rubbing the back of the young man next to her.  I know her and she is a sweet lady, the second wife of a dear friend. The young boy is a step son. They have a good relationship.

Of course I am easily distracted. I evidently caused distraction as a young married fellow, I was a kisser. Folk who were kids back then have said, “Sherry was ALWAYS kissing Jack!” I always say, “I know, and it was so embarrassing!”.

I took my reading glasses to church this morning. I could see the small key board on my kindle, I kept up with the pastor for awhile.  I finally lost, so I gave up and resumed  reading the dictionary. I was down to the word ‘iron’.  Such an interesting word. IRON?  yes. I remember studying the stone age, bronze age and the iron age. You have to be a curious person,  for iron to make an impression. Big deal, humans started using iron for tools and implements.

I wish I had a enjoyed a teacher who would impress on me the technical steps required to be able to HAVE iron for  implements. Thank the Lord, we have always had smart people (scientists)  who could think ‘outside the box’ as they say today. The iron age started around 1300BC can you imagine how someone got a furnace hot enough to melt the iron out of the ore? Melt point is 2800F boiling point over 5000F. Or better yet, who thought of it?

Of course I had to look up the atomic weight, it is 26 and the symbol for iron is Fe (for ferrous).

You needed that, right?

Ah, I remember now, we iron clothes (or used to), we even iron out our problems.  Then of course there is the ‘Iron’. Yeah we still have one, Sherry’s ironing board is our kitchen table.  Some of you  folks use a nine ‘iron’ on the golf course.

Mama had a dictionary that had pictures of iron workers pouring red molten iron from huge iron pots. I still remember the men were bathed in sweat.

We even eat iron!

So return to your ironing and I will find a picture of an iron horse.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

Yeah I know, if I could still hear I would be listening to the preacher instead of dreaming up this silly stuff.

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The Iron Horses