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Thursday, December 30, 2010

R.I.P.....Rosie the Riveter.....

.....Geraldine Doyle, who served as the inspiration for J. Howard Miller’s iconic WW2-era poster “We Can Do It!” (more commonly known as “Rosie the Riveter”), passed away this Sunday in her hometown of Lansing, Michigan. She was 86.

From the Lansing State Journal:

“‘Rosie the Riveter’ is the image of an independent woman who is control of her own destiny,” said Gladys Beckwith, former director of the Michigan Women’s Historical Center and Hall of Fame.

“She was a gracious, beautiful woman. Her death is the end of an era, and we need to take note of that. We need to respect what she stood for.”

Yes, we do. My first ex-mother in law was a riveter on B-29 Bombers during that war. Impressive.




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Friday, December 24, 2010

Well....have a Merry Christmas....

I just so happened to be up the road at Richards' house last week.....

Reminded me of this.......



Christmas Eve and Dragns' Boyz are relaxing.....in a killing zombies and Nazis sort of way, and I have a chance to say......

That I thank G-d for this year, rough as it was..... I was able to help a couple Reaal Folks, add to the Valor IT fund, collected and sent out 164 Toy 4 Tots gifts, met some nice People who share my rather Conservative, Israel backing, Christian oriented views......

.....Had a good job, started receiving a bit of retirement, have the BEST Cubs in the World, and.....

I am married to the Woman that I shoulda married the first time....well excepting....yannow, well......when I was married the first time....she was about five years old, and that would not have worked....

Cheesus, I just grossed myself out........

Anyways, the many, many adventures that I've had.....they 'prepared' me for this Lady.

Thank you Lord for bringing Her into my Life.

I won't ever re-gift Her.......

Everbodies, Have yourself a Merry little Christmas......oK?
Best wishes for Everyone!

*I gotta go get KFC for the Boyz/Cubs....dayum, how they eat*
Wollf

Thursday, December 23, 2010

HEAR YE, HEAR YE!!!!!

All members of the Feline Theocracy.....Our Knight Defender, *Formerly known as Lawman*.....

Got MARRIED!!!

Go wish him and his New Lady the Bestest!!

I'm so excited!
Well, what are you Jackwagons waiting for?

GO!!!HERE!!!

Wollf

A Holiday PSA.......

....The Holidays are stressful enough...

Make sure that you're ready for a possible Zombie Apocalypse.



*if you didn't smile....what the heck are you doing here?*
Merry Zombie Free Christmas!
Wollf

Merry Christmas.....

.....a message from Benjamin Netanyahu...



Class.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Here's a news item from the editor of The Tribune, a weekly published in North Carolina.

The World's Largest Army. American Hunters?

The state of Wisconsin has gone an entire deer hunting season without someone getting killed.

That's great. It's better than great. The World's Largest Army. American Hunters?

There were over 600,000 hunters.

Allow me to restate that number.

Over the last two months, the eighth largest army in the world -- more men under arms than Iran ; more than France and Germany combined -- deployed to the woods of a single American state to help keep the deer menace at bay.

But that pales in comparison to the 750,000 who are in the woods of Pennsylvania this week.

Michigan 's 700,000 hunters have now returned home.

Toss in a quarter million hunters in West Virginia and it is literally the case that the hunters of those four states alone would comprise the largest army in the world.

America will forever be safe from foreign invasion of troops with that kind of home-grown firepower.

Admiral Yamamoto, during WWII said that he would never invade America, because, "There is a rifle behind every blade of grass."......

Hunting - it's not just a way to fill the freezer. It's a matter of national security!

That being stated.......

Those of you that know me.....well, I simply choose not to hunt four legged critters. I killed a Bunch of jacks and cottontails and quail and dove in my youth.....well, let's just say BEFORE....

I was talked......bullied?....into going Mule Deer hunting with my first beloved X-Father in Law way back....took a Buck from about 600 meters with a custom built sniper weapon, 30.06.....poor Critter stood no chance at all......

Father in Law was hiking all over creation looking for them....I just laid flat on a high spot........for about five hours.....

Blew that poor beautiful Animal off the side of a fifty foot cliff..... then had to go get him.......

Yup, we ate that fellow for months. But....well, I didn't NEED to...nor did my Father in Law........ no problem there, and G-d Bless you Elmer, you were a good Man.....sorry I couldn't stomach hunting again with you......

They don't shoot back, and don't stand a chance.........

G-d Bless you hunting Folk. Kill kindly and Eat what you kill.....

....And remember this........

Two leggeds will kill you back.

Be careful of what you 'think' you want to do.

Amen and enjoy your Christmas. May you all be safe and Happy!
Wollf

I just posted this on my Facebook......

.....hoping that the Dragn, my Lovely, doesn't see it. I'll have a back yard full of midget goats if she does....

Facebook is Private right?



And yes......my FB is good old Wollf Holwsatmoon. What the hell else would it be?
Merry Christmas!

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Seasons greetings from CAAT 1, WPNS CO, 2nd Battalion 2nd Marines. (filmed on site at Alpha 1).....

"Merry Christmas From Afghanistan"




(As it pans across the platoon halfway through, please excuse them looking like they're watching a crucifixion; by this point they've heard the song several hundred times :)

Merry Christmas!


Merry Christmas from Afghanistan, oh man, it's that time of year,
and the birth of Jesus doesn't seem to please the terrorists down here;
I'd like to take a moment for you folks at home to make it clear;
Merry Christmas from the Eastern Hemisphere.

Merry Christmas from Afghanistan, way back in the USA,
You've got mistletoe and falling snow, we've got sandstorms and grenades
But what the hell, it's just as well we celebrate it anyway,
Merry Christmas from 5,000 miles away.

And I remember many Decembers, sitting 'round that tree,
And now I'm in an outer cordon sitting 'round an IED,
I've traded yams and roasted ham for a chicken noodle MRE,
Merry Christmas from out here in the middle east.

So merry Christmas from Afghanistan, from our AO to yours,
I'll be watching illegal DVDs and defecating out of doors,
Put my pedal to the metal man, I'll settle for that medal of honor when I when the war,
Single-handedly from my armored drivers door.

Yuletide salutations from our vacation in the sand,
from this E-3 Lance Coolie and up the whole chain of command
Between Al Qaeda, Al Jazeera, Mujahadeen, and the Taliban,
It's a very merry Christmas in Afghanistan.

From south Montana, to northwest Indiana, to the shores of North Caroline,
From NYC to LA's beaches and down the Mason-Dixon Line,
It's that season where we're freezing, but all in all, we're doing fine,
So merry Christmas from Afghanistan tonight.
It's that season where we're freezing, but all in all, we're doing fine,
So Merry Christmas down the Final Protection Line!

Via Stephanie...
Semper Fi.

Jack Bauer and Santa.....

...There's nothing more to say.



Happy Baby Jesus' Birfday!
Wollf

Monday, December 20, 2010

Ok, so you might think this is silly......

.....well, it is. I don't care.

Singing pets at Christmas? Yup.

And an assignment. Doppelgangers. A few of my little buddies are in this one....Ransom the Big Orange cat with the Santa hat....

And most definitely that Ferret. I used to have them and they were as entirely manic as this guy. I also am pretty sure that I saw the Maximum Leader of the Feline Theocracy in there.....

How about you?



Happy Baby Jesus' Birfday!!
Wollf

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Just a little glimpse.......


....at the life that Wollf lives in......

It's dusk, it's cold.(for Kalifornia), as in 50 degrees F....raining, wind....just rather nasty weather......

Dragn,(That's M'Lady and the Wife). and Lil'Wolfie are killing massive numbers of zombies on XBox....Live and Her Sons are playing with them......

From Michigan!!!!

Don't know how that works, but I'll tell you this, they are having SUCH fun, and No Zombie stands a chance against this Crew. Protection of Crazy Zombie Killer Momma is their First and Final Directive.....

I am Laughing my skinny Butt off......

All the Boyz/Cubs will be together come this Tuesday....FIVE Teen Boyz in my Lair for TEN Days.........

Aaaaaaagh.....it will be the most enjoyable Christmas Ever!!

But....I'll need a vacation from my vacation..... if you know what I mean.....

Gotta go....Zombies don't take breaks.....Thank G-d for Lil'Wolfie!!!

We"ll make it.....I hope.

Wollf

Friday, December 17, 2010

Okay, Okay.......

......Yes, Dear Friends, I KNOW that I have a slightly tweaked sense of humor.

Werner Herzog returns to recite a slightly modified version of Clement Clarke Moore’s “A Visit from St. Nicholas” (AKA “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas”).



Come on, that guy is teh funneh!
Wollf

Thursday, December 16, 2010

People are such Sheep.....

And a Maintenance Worker with my kind of sensa humor shows just how so.....



Come on, don't you want to do that yourself?

Does it snow in the Capitol? We could grid lock them for a while...
Wollf

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

A Pi$$ed off Baby Brother.........

Good to stop and think.

Subject: Veterans

This should be Posted in every school in the "USA"

Only 31 words --- Think about it...

Isn't life strange?
I never met one Veteran who enlisted to fight for Socialism

86% will send this on.


I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE FLAG,

OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA,

AND TO THE REPUBLIC FOR WHICH IT

STANDS, ONE NATION UNDER GOD,

INDIVISIBLE, WITH LIBERTY AND

JUSTICE FOR ALL!

If Muslims can pray on Madison Avenue, why are Christians banned from praying in public and erecting religious displays on their holy days?

What happened to our National Day of Prayer? Obama says we can't have that, yet Muslims are allowed to block off Madison Ave. in N. Y. and pray in the middle of the street! And, it's a monthly ritual!

Tell me again, whose country is this? Ours or the Muslims?

I was asked to send this on if I agree, or delete if I don't. It is said that 86% of Americans believe in God.

Therefore I have a very hard time understanding why there is such a problem in having 'In God We Trust' on our money and having 'God' in the Pledge of Allegiance.

I believe it's time we stand up for what we believe!

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

New airport security device.......

.....via the e-mails.....

The Israelis are developing an airport security device that eliminates the privacy concerns that come with full-body scanners at the airports.

It’s an armored booth you step into that will not X-ray you, but will detonate any explosive device you may have on your person.

Israel sees this as a win-win situation for everyone, with none of this crap about racial profiling. It will also eliminate the costs of a long and expensive trial.

You’re in the airport terminal and you hear a muffled explosion. Shortly thereafter, an announcement: “Attention standby passengers — we now have a seat available on flight 6709.

Who needs profiling?

Monday, December 13, 2010

Tis the Season......

.....and Simon's Cat is back.....



M'Lady Dragn will attest that this could well be the Lair. Ransom and the Kitten Rascal......

Merry Christmas!
Wollf

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

After that last gloomy Post....

.....I figure I'll lighten the mood in this one.....

The story of Frank Feldman............

A man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just going by. He gets into the taxi, and the cabbie says, ‘Perfect timing. You’re just like Frank.’

Passenger: ‘Who?’

Cabbie: ‘Frank Feldman. He’s a guy who did everything right all the time. Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happened like that to Frank Feldman every single time.’

Passenger: ‘There are always a few clouds over everybody.’

Cabbie: ‘Not Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand-Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy.’

Passenger: Sounds like he was something really special.

Cabbie: ‘There’s more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybody’s birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman, could do everything right.

Passenger: ‘Wow, some guy then.’

Cabbie: ‘He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Frank, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never answer her back even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too – He was the perfect man! He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman.’

Passenger: ‘An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?’

Cabbie: “Well, I never actually met Frank. He died and I married his wife.

I figure that when I finally meet my Maker, it'll be the same way......
Oh, did I mention Humility? I gotz it too....
Wollf

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

NINETEEN EIGHTY FOUR?

......This is quite unsettling to say the least.....



.....and then there's this fellows' take on it.



....Nope, don't like this at all.

But maybe I'm just over reacting?
Nope.
Wollf

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Well then......Howdy....

.......and welcome back to my Life.

Lil'Wolfie went back to his Mom's about a half hour early tonight.......

M'Lady Dragn.....My Face friends know her.....well she asked how come I 'sent' him back early.....it was a half hour, Jeeze....and Wolf the Elder got off work , and I figgered that it would be 'easier' for the mom unit to pick up Elder and then just pick up 'Lil' right after.......

Well, my Friends, Dragn's question got me to thinking.....

And, I was watching, well kinda watching, a Football movie starring the 'Rock'....Duane something, about a single Guy that finds out he has a Daughter.......

Lots of drama and humor and......Dammitalltohell.....yup, my eyes somehow or other became, well.....sweaty is all I can say.

I realized a couple things.....

Dragn LOVES my Cubs as if they were her own, and every friggin' Minute counts.....

And secondly.....well.....dammitalltohell........She Is Right.

I Love my Cubs. My Dragn Loves my Cubs. I am a fortunate Man......
I Love that annoying other half of me......

That's it.
Thanks,
Wollf

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Lauren Rose.......

It's Hanukkah!

"Baby Let's Dance"!! Musical Interlude



I always post this at this Season.....
Wollf

Happy Hannuka to Everbodies.........

Satellite Image Shows Star of David on Iranian Airport Building's Roof

Ok.....I don't care who you are....well, Muslims aside.....That Is Funny.

Before the Islamic Revolution, an Israeli Architect gave them a seriously big 'EffYou'......and they didn't notice till 2010?

Someone had to notice from a Google Earth photo?

It's a friggin' AIRPORT!!!

Read the whole thing at
FOX NEWS

As I said, Happy Hannuka to my Jewish friends.
Wollf

Thursday, November 25, 2010

First a Recipe........

....yes, Srsly. Wollf can cook, and this one is easy. M'Lady Dragn suggested a bit of a change to a Holiday Staple, and it is down right yummy!

Cranberry Sauce from scratch, and forgive me, but I'm not a Food Writer....

Getcherself a bag of fresh cranberries.

Look at the bag, it has directions on it. Follow the directions. *Saves me a bunch of typing*...

BUT!!
....Replace the WATER with ORANGE JUICE. Replace the WHITE SUGAR with LIGHT BROWN SUGAR....... Add some cimmanon and nutmeg, just a scosh....Then, when you take it off the heat after the boiling and returning to boil and simmering....

Add a half a pint of fresh Blueberries.

This becomes a major NOM NOM NOM.....trust me, I'm Wollf. Here's a cam-phone picture....



M'Lady and I and the Cubs wish you all a Delightful Thanksgiving weekend.


Oh......She is already decorating the Tree.......Damm,there's times when I adore a touch of OCD....

And......I seem to be wearing an Elf hat.
Don't ask.
Wollf

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving

I don't think you want to try this at home....in fact I'm not entirely sure it's even safe to watch...

The question is raised...."Can you cook a turkey with thermite?



Well....I s'pose you can.


I havta remember this next one for when the kids are all grown up and into their own lives..........

Eddie in Dallas calls his son in New York just before Thanksgiving and tells him, "I am sorry to tell you but your mother and I are going to divorcing.

I just cannot take any more of her moaning. We can't stand the sight of each other any more.

I am telling first, Eddie, because you are the eldest, please tell your sister."

When Eddie calls his sister Julie, she says: "No way are they getting divorced, I will go over and see them for Thanksgiving."

Julie phones her parents and tells them both "You must NOT get divorced.

Promise you won't do anything until I get over there.

I'm calling Eddie, and we'll both be there with you tomorrow.

Until then, don't take any action, please listen to me." and hangs up.

The father puts down the phone and turns to his wife and says. "Good news!" he says, "Eddie and Julie are coming for Thanksgiving and they are both paying their own way!"

Hope you all have a great day. We're doing T-2 with the Cubs on Friday....with their mom on T-1.....bummer
Wollf

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Prompted by my Blog Buddy.......

.....KT over at The Scratching Post

I think I posted this as an educational PSA on spiders about a year back......



So there you have the facts.
Wollf

Friday, November 19, 2010

Dumbest Kid Ever.....

A young boy enters a barber shop and the barber whispers to his customer, “This is the dumbest kid in the world. Watch while I prove it to you.”

The barber puts a dollar bill in one hand and two quarters in the other, then calls the boy over and asks, “Which do you want, son?”

The boy takes the quarters and leaves.

“What did I tell you?” said the barber. “That kid never learns!”

Later, when the customer leaves, he sees the same young boy coming out of the ice cream store.

“Hey, son! May I ask you a question? Why did you take the quarters instead of the dollar bill?”

The boy licked his cone and replied, “Because the day I take the dollar, the game is over! “

Yup......dumbest kid I ever heard of too.....
Wollf

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Personal........

......doesn't happen nearly as much as it did in the 'beginning' of this Blog....so if knowing a bit more of ol'Wollf bothers you......

Well....leave.

To whit: It's been rather rough on me physically since Memorial Day when I rather without thought removed my left pinkie finger.....then had it reattached.....work hard on the physical therapy.....then six weeks ago, forgot how old I was and removed the end of my left thumb, fracturing it in two places in the process....

I now have about seventy-plenty mobility in the hand as a whole. My career as a hand model is rather verklempt...... Darn, I was planning that for my retirement.

So....where is Wollf right this moment?

Sitting in my Family room, next to the fire, Lil'Wolfie just started Black Ops....for him a Game, for me, well let's just call it a 'movie'.

I'm a 'bit' concerned about how I'll deal with the supposedly realistic graphics.

I may have to call "PAUSE"....and take a bit of a break.....The dogs are curled around me, the fire is roaring, my Darling is out to a Parents' meeting, and I need to pick up Wolf the Elder....hell, he's eighteen years old now...his real world name is Max.....from work at 2000 hours.

Then he's doing an overnight and heading to Sacramento for a Drumline competition.

*They will win*

So......all in all, been married to my Lovely wife for about a year and a half now, and I Love her more than I did at the beginning.

Pray for me, or just wish me luck that I don't screw up the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to me.......

Going to see my #2 Daughter and the Grand Babies on Saturday.....Yay.

Oops..... Black Ops is looking kind of familiar.....gotta go and give advice to the future Marine.....doesn't have a clue about sniping.

Sheesh.
Wollf

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

An Invitation to Thanksgiving Dinner.......

......that I received from a friend....

For those of you who are coming to our place for Thanksgiving dinner- Martha Stewart ain’t gonna be here! I’m telling you in advance, so don’t act surprised. Since Ms. Stewart won’t be coming, I’ve made a few small changes:

Our sidewalk will not be lined with homemade, paper bag luminaries. After a trial run, it was decided that no matter how cleverly done, rows of flaming lunch sacks do not have the desired welcoming effect.

Once inside, our guests will note that the entry hall is not decorated with the swags of Indian corn and fall foliage I had planned to make. Instead, I’ve gotten the kids involved in the decorating by having them track in colorful autumn leaves from the front yard. The mud was their idea.

The dining table will not be covered with expensive linens, fancy china, or crystal goblets. If possible, we will use dishes that match and everyone will get a fork. Since this IS Thanksgiving, we will refrain from using the plastic Peter Rabbit plate and the Santa napkins from last Christmas.

Our centerpiece will not be the tower of fresh fruit and flowers that I promised. Instead we will be displaying a hedgehog-like decoration hand-crafted from the finest construction paper. The artist assures me it is a turkey.

We will be dining fashionably late. The children will entertain you while you wait. I’m sure they will be happy to share every choice comment I have made regarding Thanksgiving, pilgrims and the turkey hot line. Please remember that most of these comments were made at 5:00 a. m. upon discovering that the turkey was still hard enough to cut diamonds.

As accompaniment to the children’s recital, I will play a recording of tribal drumming. If the children should mention that I don’t own a recording of tribal drumming, or that tribal drumming sounds suspiciously like a frozen Turkey in a clothes dryer, ignore them.

They are lying.

We toyed with the idea of ringing a dainty silver bell to announce the start of our feast. In the end, we chose to keep our traditional method. We’ve also decided against a formal seating arrangement..

When the smoke alarm sounds, please gather around the table and sit where you like.
In the spirit of harmony, we will ask the children to sit at a separate table. In a separate room.

Next door.

Now, I know you have all seen pictures of one person carving a turkey in front of a crowd of appreciative onlookers. This will not be happening at our dinner. For safety reasons, the turkey will be carved in a private ceremony. I stress “private” meaning:

Do not, under any circumstances enter the kitchen to laugh at me. Do not send small, unsuspecting children to check on my progress. I have an electric knife. The turkey is unarmed.

It stands to reason that I will eventually win. When I do, we will eat.

I would like to take this opportunity to remind my young diners that “passing the rolls” is not a football play.

Nor is it a request to bean your sister in the head with warm tasty bread.

Oh, and one reminder for the adults: For the duration of the meal, and especially while in the presence of young diners, we will refer to the giblet gravy by its lesser-known name: Cheese Sauce.

If a young diner questions you regarding the origins or type of Cheese Sauce, plead ignorance. Cheese Sauce stains.

Before I forget, there is one last change Instead of offering a choice between 12 different scrumptious desserts, we will be serving the traditional pumpkin pie, garnished with whipped cream and small fingerprints.

You will still have a choice; take it or leave it.

Martha Stewart will not be dining with us this year. She probably won’t come next year either.

I am thankful.

Friends are one of things I'm most thankful for....
Wollf

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Dear TSA........

....Ol' Wollf's got your request to "touch my junk", or look at my Wife or Kids naked right here......



That is all.
Wollf

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Last one, and then we'll get back to some goofiness.....

This one made me cry. For my Brother, my Dad, and my Grandad.........

Don't we all just wish that "Nobody Died"......



Via Doug at Kisp and Holger.....check the sidebar if you must, I need a beer after that. *Effers*

Carry on,
Wollf

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

U.S. Marine Corps Hymn (Marine Hymn........)

.............Has inspired me since my Dad first sang it to me.............

Watch, below, the official USMC Commandant's Address....one of the most inspiring, from any Commandant, on tomorrow's 235th Birthday of the Corps.

My Grandfather Clarence was at Belleau Wood, My Grandfather Stevenson was a Pilot over France, my Dad was a Much decorated E-5 on Peleliu, my Brother Mike was killed 45 years after Vietnam by that Agent Orange crap.

The Family have been Marines. My youngest aspires to the tradition.

Watch this....Happy Birthday to the United States Marine Corps!


Do you know the words?

From the Halls of Montezuma
To the Shores of Tripoli;
We fight our country's battles
In the air, on land and sea;
First to fight for right and freedom
And to keep our honor clean;
We are proud to claim the title
of United States Marine.

Our flag's unfurled to every breeze
From dawn to setting sun;
We have fought in ev'ry clime and place
Where we could take a gun;
In the snow of far-off Northern lands
And in sunny tropic scenes;
You will find us always on the job--
The United States Marines.
Here's health to you and to our Corps
Which we are proud to serve
In many a strife we've fought for life
And never lost our nerve;
If the Army and the Navy
Ever look on Heaven's scenes;
They will find the streets are guarded
By United States Marines.

G-d Bless the Corps and all who have served.

Now, as Lil'Wolfie would say....."Click the Button and give some Money, you Jack Wagons!!!!"

Don't make me send #77 out to put the HURT on you......heh
Semper Fi.....Do or Die
Wollf

PS..... let's add some Music to this.....I never liked this 'type' of music until The Warrior Song......and then I found The Marine Corps version.....

Get ready to get PUMPED UP!!!

Monday, November 8, 2010

Valor IT.....getting close to my last posting....

....for this year......enjoy this montage of USMC photos and a rousing song.....then, go give some more.



I'll be back to regular posting soon, but you know how it goes....Semper FI !!
Wollf

Friday, November 5, 2010

Dammitall....... My littlest Cub is getting all grown up....

.....Thirteen, and going..... Oh, and because the fingers are acting up, and thus the typing is difficult, I'll let him give the message about Valor IT this morning.....

How can you say no to this good looking young Man?



.....and remember, there's always the possibility that if you don't donate....

Well, you just DO NOT want Lil'Wolfie to go all #77 on you...SRSLY, the Cub is Sacktackle Happy.......heh.

Oh....did I mention a highly possible future Marine Officer?

Do the Give Button and get him off your six.

Then go and visit Carrie at Villainous Company. She's the Real Leader in all this.....

....and, Join in the Demotivational Poster Contest. It gives us some matching Funds..... POSTER CONTEST

Semper Fi
Wollf

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

I get more e-mails than I know what to do with......

.....and sometimes they fit right into the current Blog meme.....get a load of this, and yes, because it's Internal USMC, I've redacted the names......

Cpl. REDACTED...I have attached some photos of our Wounded Warriors West, Operation Mountain Freedom for 2010. We take our Marines to Mammoth Lakes for a winter program and summer program, the program restores confidence and teaches skills, regardless of the condition. Disabled Sports Eastern Sierra provides a wonderful experience for all the Marines who attend. They give each wounded warrior a scholarship to ski for life for free.

If you have a chance, would you pass this along to the Commandant. Thanks, REDACTED


Some pics from Steve Colwell,who was wounded in Nam as a 2nd LT. He works with these kids all the time.

Now.....enjoy the uplifting pics of Marines who never give up.....and click that little GIVE button on the sidebar. Now, Jackwagons!

My State of Kalifornia just re-elected the same bunch of Liberal Nanny-State Morons as in the past and I'm angry.

Make me feel better and click the Button. I'm becoming unpleasant. The old MOS is rearing it's ugly head......








Weren't those fantastic?

An aside, seems that my Boss is flying a group of them up to Mammoth in the next few weeks.

Semper Fi, Boss!
Wollf

Monday, November 1, 2010

Got this in an e-mail.........

If you like it, make sure you go to the sidebar and give to Project Valor IT.....

Noe, enjoy.






Remeber, it's not just hearts that get hurt over there....
Semper Fi,
Wollf

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Howz about some History.........

....and a bit of the reason why I get excited about being a Member of the ValoIT Marine Team.........

It's difficult to dig up the VERY older manuscripts/ Histories of the Corps, but I have lucked out in searching, and so......well, so have you, if you have an interest......

My Family have served, 'supposedly', from the inception of The Corps. Older Brother, Chu Lai in Viet Nam, The 'SarMajor, my Dad on Peleliu....3 Purple Hearts, 2 Bronze and a Silver Star, Grandad at Belleau Wood.....the Teufel Hunden of Legend...the whole dammfamily has no sense........

But here's a bit that most Folks haven't seen. We....well Marines, all know the verse "To the shores of Tripoli".......

But what was it and what happened, and why is it a part of the Hymn?

Well.....read on, from the real deal History......



The War with Tripoli...................

1803. The services of a portion of the Marine Corps were
brought into active requisition in the war between the United
States and Tripoli. In the contests of that war, alike in victory
and in defeat, the Marines were foremost at every point where
bravery and discipline could win success or crown seeming fail
ure with the elements of real triumph. When the brave Bain-
bridge, on the 3ist of October, 1803, in an hour of misfortune,
accidentally ran the Philadelphia on a reef, under the guns of the
enemy s batteries, the Marines made most gallant exertions to
prevent the ship being taken ; and when every effort failed,
and ship and men fell into the enemy s hands, Lieutenant
William Osborne, who commanded the Marines, with his brother
officers and men. suffered all the privations and horrors of a
captivity in Barbary. During the following year, in the mem
orable attack of the American forces on the Tripolitan gun-boats
on the 3rd of August, the Marines made a terrible and bloody
onslaught on the enemy. A hand-to-hand conflict ensued, the
Marines punishing the Tripolitans fearfully, and forcibly illus
trating the advantage of discipline and skill over the lack of train
ing among the forces with which they were brought in contact.
The official report of the fight gives great credit to the Marines,
and as an incident of the contest, it is stated that when Lieu
tenant Trippe, who was engaged in a hand-to-hand fight with a
Turk, was hard pressed, a Turk aimed a blow at him from
behind, but just before the blow fell, Sergeant Meredith of
the Marines passed a bayonet through the Turk s body.

1805. Among the few Americans who accompanied General
Eaton in his famous strategic move against the usurping Bashaw
of Tripoli, was Lieutenant O Bannon of the Marines, who took
an active part in disciplining and leading the motley army which
marched on Derne for the double purpose of restoring Hamet
Caramalli to power and of aiding the Americans to punish
Jusef Caramalli, the usurper. The effect of his efforts in that
direction were manifest in the contest which followed. The
Marines in the expedition were from the United States brig
Argus, and consisted of Lieutenant O Bannon, one sergeant and
six privates, who were relied upon to preserve discipline, and by
their example animate the hearts of the mercenaries employed.
In a letter to Mr. Smith, Secretary of the Navy, dated at Alex
andria, Feb. isth, 1805, General Eaton wrote: "Those prov
inces in our possession will cut off from the enemy and turn
into our own channel a source of provisions, and will open a
free intercourse with the interior of the country. I have
requested of the Commodore for, this purpose an hundred
stands of arms, with cartridges and two field-pieces with trains
and ammunition ; and also a detachment of one hundred Marines,
if necessary, to lead a coup de main. 1

From General Eaton s journal it appears that on Sunday,March 3, 1805, the Army under his command left Alexandria onits march to Derne. Included in the force were but nine Americans, Lieutenant O Bannon, Mr. Peck, one sergeant and six
privates of the Marine Corps. Including the footmen and
camel-drivers, the whole force numbered about four hundred
.
This caravan consisted of one hundred and seven camels and a
few asses.

After marching two hundred miles, eighty mounted
warriors joined the Bashaw. Provisions had been reduced to
hard bread and rice.

From Alexandria to that point there wasnot a living stream or rivulet or spring of water. A few days later, forty-seven tents of Arabs joined them, with their
families and movables.

In this detachment were one hundred and fifty warriors on foot.

On March 3oth, General Eaton wrote : " From Alexandria to this place, we have experienced continual altercations, contentions and delays among the Arabs.

They have no sense of patriotism, truth or honor; and no
attachment where they have no prospect of gain, except to their
religion, to which they are enthusiasts.

Poverty makes them thieves, and practice renders them adroit in stealing."

April 8th he wrote: "Advanced ten miles. Good water
.
In the cistern were two dead men probably murdered by Arabs
.
Obliged to drink the water, however." On the following day a
courier arrived from Derne. April i4th, at 4 o clock p. M., they
reached Bonda. But their astonishment was great to find at
this port " not the foot trace of a human being, nor a drop of
water."

The next morning the Argus, Captain Hull, arrived,and on the 10ih the sloop Hornet arrived with provisions.

On the 18th the march was resumed.

On the 24th they marched fifteen miles over mountainous and broken ground, covered with herbage and beautiful red cedars, " the first resemblance of a
forest tree," wrote General Eaton, "we have seen during a march of nearly six hundred miles."

Arriving before Derne, on the morning of the 26th, terms of
amity were offered the Bey, on condition of allegiance and
fidelity. The flag of truce was sent back with this laconic answer,

" My head or yours ! "

The next day the assault on Derne was begun. The Hornet, Lieutenant commandant
Evans, having run close in, and anchored within pistol shot of
a battery of eight guns, opened her fire.

The Nautilus lay at a little distance to the eastward, and the Argus still further in the same direction, the two latter firing on the town and battery
.
The enemy made an irregular but spirited defence, keeping up a heavy fire of musketry, as the assailants advanced, from behind houses and walls.

At half-past three, however, Lieutentant O Bannon and Mr. Mann stormed the principal work, hauling down the Tripolitan ensign, and, for the first time in
history, hoisting the stars and stripes of the Republic on a
fortress of the Old World.

The enemy was driven out of the work with so much precipitation that he left his guns loaded and even primed.

The cannon were immediately turned upon the town, and Hamet Caramalli, having made a lodgment on the other side, so as to bring the enemy between two fires, the place submitted.

During the fight, a detachment, consisting of six American Marines, a company of twenty-four cannoniers, and another of twenty-six Greeks, including their proper officers, acted under the immediate command of Lieutenant O Bannon.

It was with this force that the brave O Bannon passed through
a shower of musketry from the walls of the houses ; took possession of the battery; planted the American flag upon its ramparts ; and turned its guns upon the enemy.

In his official report of the affair, General Eaton said : " The details I have
given of Mr. O Bannon s conduct need no encomium, and it is
believed the disposition of our government have always discovered to encourage merit will be extended to this intrepid, judicious and enterprising officer.

I am bound, also, by a sense of well merited esteem, to mention to your particular patronage a young English gentleman, Mr. Farquhar, who has volunteered in our expedition through the desert, and has, in all cases of difficulty, exhibited a firmness and attachment well deserving my gratitude ; if compatible with our establishments, I request you will ensure him a lieutenancy in the Marine Corps."

Lieutenant O Bannon resigned two years afterward.....

What else could he do? No more fight to join until 5 years later...you all know about the War of 1812.....right?

Semper Fidelis, Always Loyal.
Go click the Give Now button....what the hell is Ten or Twenty bucks....give up a McDonalds this evening, or a Starbucks.

These Men and Women DESERVE your help.
Do it.
Thanks, now I gotta get ready for Halloween..........

You don't want to see me in my Ghillie......BOO!
Wollf

Friday, October 29, 2010

Oops.....forgot the Header.....

DoD Alert: Marine Marathon Could Be Target

Senior officials are worried that the person responsible for at least three military-related shootings near the nation's capital could target Sunday's Marine Corps Marathon in Washington, saying in an alert Friday morning that the recent shootings "are a cause for concern" and could be build-up to a Sunday attack.

The FBI has confirmed that the same weapon was used in three recent incidents: one shooting more than a week ago at the Marine Corps Museum in Triangle, Va., one two days later at the Pentagon, and one earlier this week at a vacant Marine recruiting station in Chantilly, Va. The FBI is still trying to confirm that a fourth shooting Friday morning is connected.

Read more: HERE

Dammitall......oh, and don't forget to click the Give Now button for Valor IT......

And what the hell is up with the suspiscious packages on the planes.....Real problem by our Enemies, or a back door October Surprise....We need our Gummint to protect us?
Hmmm?

Wollf

Project Valor IT......USMC Team



You know what it is, Soldier's Angels. My hand is particularly bothersome this morning, so I posted the cartoon. I'll do more later....Wait a damminute! I'll just cut and paste from one of the Worthy Sites....Back in a minute!!!

.....Ok, I'm back, and here it is....

Valour-IT's online fundraising competition begins today! Let's see who can raise the most money to help reconnect our wounded warriors with the world!

WHAT: Friendly fundraising competition for Valour-IT.

WHEN: October 28th through Veterans Day, November 11th. Team USMC's goal is $15,000.

WHERE: Based in the blogosphere, spreading everywhere else.

WHY: Because giving wounded warriors with hand and arm injuries access to a computer supports their healing and puts them back in touch with the world.

HOW: Blogger teams will be divided along military branches, with civilians "up for grabs."

WHAT CAN YOU DO? Click that "GIVE" button over on the right...it's that simple.

Help one of guys or gals.

Cut-n-Pasted with all due respect from the ARMY Team over at Castle Arrrrrgh

Wollf

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

A Halloween Spooky Story.......

THE STORM



They were together in the House.

Just the two of them.

It was a cold, dark, stormy night. The storm had come quickly


And

Each time the thunder boomed he watched her jump.

She looked across the room and admired his strong appearance...and

Wished that he would take her in his arms, comfort her and protect her

From the storm.



Suddenly, with a pop, the power went out.... She screamed...

He raced to the sofa where she was cowering.

He didn't hesitate to pull her into his arms.

He knew this was a forbidden union and

Expected her to pull back.


He was surprised when she didn't resist but instead clung to him.

The storm raged on...



They knew it was wrong...

Their families would never understand... So consumed were

They in their FEAR that they heard no opening

Of doors...just the faint click of a camera......



Thanks to Baby Brother Wolf, The left handed one.....
Betcha didn't see that coming?
Wollf

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Another E-Mail........

.....which you may or may not have seen.....thanks to my buddy Denny....

The problem with public housing is that the residents are not the owners.

The people that live in the house did not earn the house, but were loaned
the property from the true owners, the taxpayers.

Because of this, the residents do not have the "pride of ownership" that comes with the hard work necessary.

In fact, the opposite happens and the residents resent their benefactors because
the very house is a constant reminder that they themselves did not earn the right
to live in the house.

They do not appreciate the value of the property and see no
need to maintain or respect it in any way.

The result is the same whether you are talking about a studio apartment or a
magnificent mansion full of priceless antiques. If the people who live there do not
feel they earned the privilege, they will make this known through their actions.

The picture below illustrates the point…



The Resolute Desk was built from the timbers of the HMS Resolute
and was a gift from Queen Victoria to President Rutherford B. Hayes.
It is considered a national treasure and icon of the presidency.

Mr. Obama, with all due respect, get your F@k#n feet off our desk!

As a matter of fact, get the hell out of the peoples' house and take your arrogant staff with you.
Wollf

Monday, October 25, 2010

Don't forget where you came from.......

......as illustrated by this story.....

There was a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She told her boyfriend, 'If I could only see the world, I will marry you.'

One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages came off, she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend.

He asked her,'Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?' The girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected that. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life led her to refuse to marry him.

Her boyfriend left in tears and days later wrote a note to her saying: 'Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before they were yours, they were mine.'

This is how the human brain often works when our status changes. Only a very few remember what life was like before, and who was always by their side in the most painful situations.

Semper Fidelis.

It's real.
Wollf

Saturday, October 23, 2010

oK..... I been Busy.......

...........But you'll like this......

The Manitoba Herald
by Clive Runnels, September 15, 2010



The flood of American liberals sneaking across the border into Canada
has intensified in the past week, sparking calls for increased patrols
to stop the illegal immigration. The recent actions of the Tea Party
are prompting an exodus among left-leaning citizens who fear they'll
soon be required to hunt, pray, and to agree with Bill O'Reilly and
Glenn Beck.

Canadian border farmers say it's not uncommon to see dozens of
sociology professors, animal-rights activists and Unitarians crossing
their fields at night.

"I went out to milk the cows the other day, and there was a Hollywood
producer huddled in the barn," said Manitoba farmer Red Greenfield,
whose acreage borders North Dakota. “The producer was cold, exhausted
and hungry. He asked me if I could spare a latte and some free-range
chicken. When I said I didn't have any, he left before I even got a
chance to show him my screenplay, eh?"

In an effort to stop the illegal aliens, Greenfield erected higher
fences, but the liberals scaled them. He then installed loudspeakers
that blared Rush Limbaugh across the fields. "Not real effective," he
said. "The liberals still got through and Rush annoyed the cows so
much that they wouldn't give any milk."

Officials are particularly concerned about smugglers who meet liberals
near the Canadian border, pack them into Volvo station wagons, and
drive them across the border where they are simply left to fend for
themselves.

"A lot of these people are not prepared for our rugged conditions," an
Ontario border patrolman said. "I found one carload without a single
bottle of imported drinking water. They did have a nice little Napa
Valley Cabernet, though."
When liberals are caught, they're sent back across the border, often
wailing loudly that they fear retribution from conservatives. Rumors
have been circulating about plans being made to build re-education
camps where liberals will be forced to drink domestic beer and watch
NASCAR races.

In recent days, liberals have turned to ingenious ways of crossing the
border. Some have been disguised as senior citizens taking a bus trip
to buy cheap Canadian prescription drugs. After catching a half-
dozen young vegans in powdered wig disguises, Canadian immigration
authorities began stopping buses and quizzing the supposed
senior-citizens about Perry Como and Rosemary Clooney to prove that
they were alive in the '50s.

"If they can't identify the accordion player on The Lawrence Welk
Show, we become very suspicious about their age," an official said.

Canadian citizens have complained that the illegal immigrants are
creating an organic-broccoli shortage and are renting all the Michael
Moore movies. "I really feel sorry for American liberals, but the
Canadian economy just can't support them," an Ottawa resident said.
"How many art-history majors does one country need?"

In an effort to ease tensions between the United States and Canada,
Vice President Biden met with the Canadian ambassador and pledged that
the administration would take steps to reassure liberals.

A source close to President Obama said, "We're going to have some Paul
McCartney and Peter, Paul & Mary concerts.

And we might even put some
endangered species on postage stamps. The President is determined to
reach out," he said.

Thanks Denny!
Wollf

Monday, October 18, 2010

.....And because I'm here......

.....and you all know how I feel about Illegal Immigration......

...and it IS the Halloween Season, which I lourves....

Howzabout a little bit of fun down at the Border Fence?

Hmmmm?And no, you don't have to speak Spanish to get this prank.



Beautissimo!
Wollf

I'm still here.......

....believe it or not.

It's been an eventful, work and play filled, injury and recovery and injury again filled, too much dammed stuf to do kind of time these last four months.......

The pinkie finger is at about sixty percent, the thumb still hurts but is healing, Lil' Wolfie is doing Football most every week night an most Saturdays, same with Wolf the Elder with the Drum Line thing, plus he has a Job......

Dragn is involved in all kinds of stuff with her Middle School Band and video-ing the Football games.....

The weather is now upon us, raining through Wednesday they say.......

Work is......well....Work.

Time to write......where did it go?

I'll begin again soon......
Wollf

Monday, October 11, 2010

Via the E-Mails......

Grammar rules to keep in mind

Prepositions are not words to end sentences with.

And don’t start a sentence with a conjunction.

It is wrong to ever split an infinitive.

Avoid clichés like the plague. (They’re old hat)

Also, always avoid annoying alliteration.

Be more or less specific.

Remarks in brackets (however relevant) are (usually) (but not always) unnecessary.

Also too, never, ever use repetitive redundancies.

No sentence fragments.

Contractions aren’t necessary and shouldn’t be used.

Foreign words and phrases are not apropos.

Do not be redundant; do not use more words than necessary; it’s highly superfluous.

One should NEVER generalize.

Comparisons are as bad as clichés.

Don’t use no double negatives.

Eschew ampersands & abbreviations, etc.

One-word sentences? Eliminate.

Analogies in writing are like feathers on a snake.

The passive voice is to be ignored.

Eliminate commas, that are, not necessary. Parenthetical words however should be
enclosed in commas.

Never use a big word when a diminutive one would suffice.

Kill all exclamation points!!!

Use words correctly, irregardless of how others use them.

Understatement is always the absolute best way to put forth earth shaking ideas.

Use the apostrophe in it’s proper place and omit it when its not needed.

Eliminate quotations. As Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.”

If you’ve heard it once, you’ve heard it a thousand times: Resist hyperbole; not one writer in a million can use it correctly.

Puns are for children, not groan readers.

Go around the barn at high noon to avoid colloquialisms.

Even if a mixed metaphor sings, it should be derailed.

Who needs rhetorical questions?

Exaggeration is a billion times worse than understatement.
Thanks!
Wollf

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Please...this is the Lord's Day...

..... Pray with me for our pResident.....

We'll use Psalm 109:8

"Let his days be few and brief; and let others step forward to replace him."

At last - I can voice a Biblical prayer for our president!
Look it up - it is word for word! Let us all bow our heads and pray.



Now Brothers and Sisters, can I get an AMEN ????

Or at least an OWWWWW-OOOOO?
Wollf

Friday, October 8, 2010

A little Friday morning Music.....

Country style.....with quite the Conservative bent....

"You picked a fine time....."

And then........

.....my semi-annual raaaaascit joke.

A young Arab asks his father:

- What is this weird hat that we are wearing ?

It's a "chechia" because in the desert it protects our heads from the sun !

- And what is this type of clothing that we are wearing ?

It's a "djbellah" because in the desert it is very hot and it protects your body !

- And what are these ugly shoes that we have on our feet ?

These are "babouches", which keep us from burning our feet when in the desert !

Tell me, papa...

Yes, my son?

Why are we living in Dearborn, Michigan and still wearing all this shit?

.........now THAT was almost funny.
Wollf

Monday, October 4, 2010

Rules for Dating my Daughter...take Two:

This is a re-posting just a'spescially for a srsly good web-Friend, the Geezer his own self....seems his hair is turning gray at an untimely young (heh) age.......

Originally posted in October of 2007....sheesh, I've been doing this a long time.

"With due credit to Bruce Cameron. I remember being scared half out of my mind whenever I would go to "Erika"s house when I was in high school. Her dad was rumoured to have been an SS Colonel in the War.

Later found out that he definitely wasn't, but when it came to his three daughters, beautiful I might add, he made sure we All bought into the myth.

I and many other Fathers have used parts of this hilarious list in "friendly" conversation with boyfriends. I call them all by their Amerind names,

"He-who-I-allow To-live"..........catchy, isn't it? Say it a few times fast...it'll roll off your tongue..... Enjoy........unless you have a soon to be dating daughter, in which case........Burn it in your Memory

Malsom N'Qoss....Wollf

Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose his compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact,
come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilising a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."

Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot-bellied, balding, middle-aged, dim-witted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

Hope that helped Geez...I'm here for you.

Oh, by the way, ever tell you I've got a handsome young Wollf Cub about that age?
*Be afraid.......*
Wollf

Friendship ~ None of that Sissy Stuff

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 you.

3. When you smile ~ I will know you are thinking of something that I would probably want to be involved in.

4. When you are scared ~ I will rag on you about it every chance I get until you're NOT.

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 try to use only 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 laugh at your clumsy ass, but I'll help you up.

9. When your heart is broken, I will tell you what a sorry excuse for a woman she was, and then help you get over it....with beer. Oh, and I will NEVER date her. Yuck, she's been with you!

10. This is my oath .... I pledge it to the end. 'Why?' you may ask ~ because you are my friend and you'd do it for me.

Friendship is like peeing your pants, everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth.

H/T Denny

Friday, October 1, 2010

Do NOT mess with Old Men........

My Sire, 89 years old, Former highly decorated Marine, (Faithful Readers know the story).....is being taken to the VA this morning by my Baby Bro and his lovely wife......

Seems Wollf the Younger thinks he might have pneumonia....we all hope not. Prayers would be appreciated.

That being said, he is a tough old bird. Maybe not the toughest though....I want you to read about This old fellow.......

Samuel Whittemore

From Wikipedia

Samuel Whittemore (1694 - February 3, 1793) was a farmer. He was eighty years old and living in Menotomy, Massachusetts (present-day Arlington) when he became the oldest known colonial combatant in the American Revolutionary War.[1]

On April 19, 1775, British forces were returning to Boston from the Battles of Lexington and Concord, the opening engagements of the war. On their march, they were continually shot at by colonial militiamen.

Whittemore was in his fields when he spotted an approaching British relief brigade under Earl Percy, sent to assist the retreat. Whittemore loaded his musket and ambushed the British from behind a nearby stone wall, killing one soldier. He then drew his dueling pistols and killed a grenadier and mortally wounded a second. He managed to fire five shots before a British detachment reached his position. Whittemore then attacked with a sword. He was shot in the face, bayoneted thirteen times, and left for dead in a pool of blood. He was found alive, trying to load his musket to fight again.

He was taken to Dr. Cotton Tufts of Medford, who held out no hope for his survival.

However, Whittemore lived another 18 years until dying of natural causes at the age of 98.

A monument in Arlington, Massachusetts reads:

Near this spot, Samuel Whittemore, then 80 years old, killed three British soldiers, April 19, 1775. He was shot, bayoneted, beaten and left for dead, but recovered and lived to be 98 years of age.



In 2005, Samuel Whittemore was proclaimed the official state hero of Massachusetts


As well he should......
Wollf

Thursday, September 30, 2010

The Vote is coming up……..

Here’s my un-asked for Conservative opinion for Californians:

With great thanks to KFI radio for the hard part. SoCal? Listen to 640AM in the afternoons on your way home.


Proposition 19 - VOTE YES
Legalizes Marijuana Under California but Not Federal Law. Permits Local Governments to Regulate and Tax Commercial Production, Distribution, and Sale of Marijuana. Initiative Statute.
Hey, am I still a “conservative” Blogger now? The benefits outweigh the risks. Tax the dumb Bastids that smoke the crap, let the Feds go after the evaders. Worked with the Mafia didn’t it?

Proposition 20 - VOTE YES
Redistricting of Congressional Districts. Initiative Constitutional Amendment.
Turns over drawing congressional district maps to the people where it belongs. Gets rid of the guaranteed Districts…Remember, any elected officials’ prime directive is to get re-elected.

Proposition 21 - VOTE NO
Establishes $18 Annual Vehicle License Surcharge to Help Fund State Parks and Wildlife Programs. Grants Surcharged Vehicles Free Admission to All State Parks. Initiative Statute.
A car tax increase to “fund” parks? You already pay for that with your other taxes. Besides, we probably have too many ‘parking attendant’ Rangers as it is.

Proposition 22 - VOTE YES
Prohibits the State from Borrowing or Taking Funds Used for Transportation, Redevelopment, or Local Government Projects and Services. Initiative Constitutional Amendment.
Just trying to head off feeding the Sacramento spending beast. If the coffers are dry, they can’t spend more money…basically they want to steal money already earmarked for projects that benefit the private citizenry.

Proposition 23 - VOTE YES, A THOUSAND TIMES YES!
Suspends Implementation of Air Pollution Control Law (AB 32) Requiring Major Sources of Emissions to Report and Reduce Greenhouse Gas Emissions That Cause Global Warming, Until Unemployment Drops to 5.5 Percent or Less for Full Year. Initiative Statute.
Stop the Global Warming Final Solutions Act. This one costs our Employers, Big, Medium and Small, so much in retrofit and permitting and fines costs that they will have to start thinking of downsizing. Remember, Employer= Good. Bureaurocrat= Bad.

Proposition 24 - VOTE NO
Repeals Recent Legislation That Would Allow Businesses to Lower Their Tax Liability. Initiative Statute.
Sacramento, leave businesses alone for your tax grabs, cut spending, lower taxes.

Proposition 25 - VOTE NO
Changes Legislative Vote Requirement to Pass Budget and Budget-Related Legislation from Two-Thirds to a Simple Majority. Retains Two-Thirds Vote Requirement for Taxes. Initiative Constitutional Amendment.
However they try to sell this, changing the 2/3 vote for anything except a tax cut would be a mistake.

Proposition 26 - VOTE YES
Requires That Certain State and Local Fees Be Approved by Two-Thirds Vote. Fees Include Those That Address Adverse Impacts on Society or the Environment Caused by the Fee-Payer's Business. Initiative Constitutional Amendment.
This time a “yes” vote fights tax increases.

Proposition 27 - VOTE NO!
Eliminates State Commission on Redistricting. Consolidates Authority for Redistricting with Elected Representatives. Initiative Constitutional Amendment and Statute.
The political Democratic hacks put this on the ballot and are contributing big time to stop the people from drawing their Legislative and Congressional districts – don’t let them!

Clip and Save, Cut and Paste....e/m to your Friends. We have a State and a Country to take back.

Discuss!

Wollf

Monday, September 27, 2010

Yay.....Pictures!

....well, not pictures....they're a bit gross...

So x-rays will have to suffice.



That bone isn't supposed to look like that.

Vicodin makes my nose itch.

Nothin' worse than a Wollf with and itchy nose and a sore paw.....
heh.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Waaaaaaah!

Well...ol’Wollf did it again.... Anybody remember when I removed my left pinkie on Memorial day? Didn’t think so...well, update is that $130k later, it works and has feeling....yay...but....

Guess where I spent 3 hours today?

Urgent Care. Same left hand, this time the thumb, broken in 3 places, 14 stiches, a new cast, and I get to see the Surgeon again on Monday.

I am a 5th degree blackbelt, I ‘consider’ myself very coordinated, but....well yannow?

Crap, the embarassment. One or two prayers would be appreciated.........

Truth be known......I am a Master Tenth Degree KLUTZ!!!!!

Tim Taylor anyone?

Pictures on request, it's not as bad as the Memeorial Day incident, thank G-d
Wollf

Friday, September 24, 2010

Bad Beginnings.......

Every year, San Jose' State publishes its list of the worst opening lines in a story.

Wow, these Folks can write!!!

Here are some examples:

It was a dark and stormy night, well, not pitch dark so much a plumby, you know, that time of night where it turns into that kind of eggplant color, which I hate-- eggplant not the time of night--and it wasn't stormy so much as drizzly, like a cold that's not so bad but really annoying, where you sound a little plugged up and all your mucus just sort of hovers at the edge of your nostrils or drips down the back of your throat, it was like that.

"Fightin' Joe" Steerforth thought he was tough until the day he met Annie ("Big Bucket") McGillicuddy and she left him battered and spent like a punch-drunk prizefighter on the ropes of love.

Just beyond the Narrows the river widens.

The golden, starry wonders of the dark universe unfurled before the brave interstellar vessel "Argus" like a black flag of victory with a whole bunch of holes in it as the mysterious mission buoyantly commenced that would one day resolve critical questions about space, time, and the appropriate ratio of nuts to chips in a perfect chocolate chip cookie.

As a scientist, Throckmorton knew that if he were ever to break wind in the echo chamber, he would never hear the end of it.

The wind dry-shaved the cracked earth like a dull razor--the double edge kind from the plastic bag that you shouldn't use more than twice, but you do; but Trevor Earp had to face it as he started the second morning of his hopeless search for Drover, the Irish Wolfhound he had found as a pup near death from a fight with a prairie dog and nursed back to health, stolen by a traveling circus so that the monkey would have something to ride.

With a curvaceous figure that Venus would have envied, a tanned unblemished oval face framed with lustrous thick brown hair, deep azure-blue eyes fringed with long black lashes, perfect teeth that vied for competition, and a small straight nose, Marilee had a beauty that defied description.

Andre, a simple peasant, had only one thing on his mind as he crept along the east wall: "Andre creep . . . Andre creep . . . Andre creep."

Oliver Smith, spy on Her Majesty's service - not that she knew about it, because that tended to spoil the whole secrecy thing and really, who'd want an un-secret spy, anyway? Not to mention that any spy worth his salt would kill anybody who knew his identity . . . so I wouldn't go around mentioning that I read this if I were you - looked both ways before crossing the street.

The serrated butter knife tossed capriciously onto the 38th Street sidewalk amid the detritus of Salem cigarette butts and a Mentos box was devoid of zero trans fat margarine, but glinted invitingly in the sunlight nonetheless, poised for the opportunity to be repurposed to cut up a Snuggie, and Vladimir took it.

Fleur looked down her nose at Guilliame, something she was accomplished at, being six foot three in her stocking feet, and having one of those long French noses, not pert like Bridget Bardot's, but more like the one that Charles De Gaulle had when he was still alive and President of France and he wore that cap that was shaped like a little hatbox with a bill in the front to offset his nose, but it didn't work.

The horizon coughed up the morning sun much as if Atlas had lowered the world from his mighty shoulders and given it the Heimlich maneuver.' "This is almost worth the high blood pressure!" he thought as yet another mosquito exploded.

Stanislaus Smedley, a man always on the cutting edge of narcissism, was about to give his body and soul to a back alley sex-change surgeon to become the woman he loved.

Warily-as if his hands were a green-bean casserole in a non-tempered glass dish that had just come out of the freezer, and the patient was an oven that had been preheating for a good 75 minutes at 450F-the surgeon slowly reached into the incision and groped for the bullet fragment in the pancreas, at last finding it nestled near one of the Islets of Langerhans like a small wrecked lifeboat foundered on a sandbar as it floated in the fog, adrift in the Sea of John's Innards.

Although Sarah had an abnormal fear of mice, it did not keep her from eeking out a living at a local pet store.

The Cunard "Carinthia" glided through the starry waters of the Bering Sea, 843 passengers aboard, including Harriet Dobbs, resignedly single for over a decade, while a nautical mile due west slunk the K-18 submarine, under the command of lonely Ukrainian Captain First Rank Nikolai Shevchenko: ships that passed in the night (although the second technically a boat).

She walked into my office on legs as long as one of those long-legged birds that you see in Florida - the pink ones, not the white ones - except that she was standing on both of them, not just one of them, like those birds, the pink ones, and she wasn't wearing pink, but I knew right away that she was trouble, which those birds usually aren't.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

30 Things That are True.....

Via the E-mails......

1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer and cell phone history if you die.

2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.

3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.

4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.

5 How the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

6. Was learning cursive really necessary?

7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on the 101. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.

10. Bad decisions make good stories.

11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.


12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection.. .again.


13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.


14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this - ever.


15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Darn it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What did you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?


16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.


17. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.


18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.


19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Bud Light than Kay.


20. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.


21. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.


22. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.


23. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.


24. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?


25. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!


26. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.


27. Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber & dumber every year?


28. There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.


29. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.


30. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet my behind everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time!

A whole lot of truth...right there....
Wollf

Monday, September 20, 2010

The Ostrich .......

A man walks into a restaurant with a full-grown ostrich behind him.
The waitress asks them for their orders.
The man says, "A hamburger, fries and a coke," and turns to
the ostrich, "What's yours?"
"I'll have the same," says the ostrich.

A short time later the waitress returns with the order. "That will
be $9.40 please." The man reaches into his pocket and
pulls out the exact change for payment.
The next day, the man and the ostrich come again and the man
says, "A hamburger, fries and a coke.."

The ostrich says, "I'll have the same.."

Again the man reaches into his pocket and pays with exact change.

This becomes routine until the two enter again. "The usual?"
asks the waitress.
"No, this is Friday night, so I will have a steak, baked potato and
a salad," says the man.

"Same," says the ostrich.
Shortly the waitress brings the order and says, "That will be $32.62."

Once again the man pulls the exact change out of his pocket and
places it on the table.

The waitress cannot hold back her curiosity any longer. "Excuse me,
sir. How do you manage to always come up with the exact change
in your pocket every time?"

"Well," says the man, "several years ago I was cleaning the attic and
found an old lamp. When I rubbed it, a Genie appeared and offered
me two wishes. My first wish was that if I ever had to pay for anything,
I would just put my hand in my pocket and the right amount of money
would always be there.."

"That's brilliant!" says the waitress.. "Most people would ask for a
million dollars or something, but you'll always be as rich as you want
for as long as you live!"

"That's right. Whether it's a gallon of milk or a Rolls Royce, the exact
money is always there," says the man..

The waitress asks, "What's with the ostrich?"

The man sighs, pauses and answers, "My second wish was for a tall chick
with long legs who agrees with everything I say.."



She's cute too......
Wollf