I'm gone. Like a steam locomotive rolling down the track, I'm gone, gone, and nothing's going to bring me back. I'm gone. 06/29/2023
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There are many who are way too emotionally involved to see that this polymer is years away from doing anything "en masse", if ever. Whatever Lebby says is believed.
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"Another 20 years to accumulate cheapies! What a deal!"
Those goalposts are heavy. It takes a village.
Oh, OK. I've only been dealing with blood glucose for about 10 years. Call me a newbie!
You are correct. I really depends on an individual's situation with diabetes. For me, I can get by with oral meds (so far), no insulin. My A1C comes in every year in the high sixes. So I treat myself occasionally. I have maybe 4 eggnogs total in the last half of December. Then no more until the next year! Hell, I'm just happy I can get by with it (so far). If I was on insulin, I don't think I could pull that off.
The booze is indeed the magic sauce. But I used to make my own eggnog from scratch. Then I got Type 2 diabetes that really trashes your autoimmune system. I switched to store eggnog that doesn't have raw eggs.
A recipe for EXCELLENT holiday eggnog. I wasn't a fan of eggnog (at all) until some years ago when I learned this recipe.
In an Old Fashioned Glass (˜10.25 oz) pour:
2 oz Stroh 160 Inlander Rum, 1 1/2 oz for a lighter drink. (Stroh is a very tasty spiced rum from Austria. It is 80% alcohol).
Top with eggnog & stir thoroughly. Dress with a sprinkle of nutmeg.
Well, that's about the stupidest thing I've ever seen for sale. I don't see how they ever made it on to Shark Tank with those "caps".
HA! I endured some really intense winters in Wichita.
Now live in southern Arizona. No bad winters and no more alerts! But we do have the only surviving Titan II missile control complex in Green Valley, AZ. It is a museum now and is quite interesting if you are ever in the area. (I'm a dinosaur!)
https://titanmissilemuseum.org
McConnell AFB, Wichita, KS.
Titan II, 381st Strategic Missile Wing, SAC.
Obviously, where we live Hispanic Americans are the majority. Many are families whose forebears lived here generations ago. Many more came the legal way and became citizens as the law allows.
I feel worst for those folks. Good folks who do the right thing, work hard and make this place great.
A nation without sovereign borders and rule of law cannot long remain a nation. This really concerns me.
I live 13 miles north of the border in Arizona.
Trust me - It is a disaster.
Thank you sumisu. I hope you have a great holiday with those you love.
Yes, I expect 2023 to be really challenging from a financial perspective at least. The media is doing its best to downplay what is happening (even conservative media) but, in my opinion, it cannot be avoided. I lived through the '70's and '80's as a young man and this recession will probably make that one look like a walk in the park. I'm an old retired guy now and will do my best to roll with the punches.
Take care.
Sorry, but I do not go on Tik Tok as a matter of principle (and common sense).
Country Currents. They are an EXCELLENT Bluegrass band!
Each year I try to post this at this time of year remembering Tom (b4atf) who started this board. He was a real good guy and will remain etched in my memory.
I am thinking of my friend Tom (b4atf) today who left us January 7, 2014. In his honor, I want to post his Christmas story, "The Christmas Kitty", about a kitten and his departed wife, Denise, who he missed terribly. Tom, I hope you enjoy hearing this story again and sharing it with Denise. I miss you, buddy.
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Many of you may have seen this before. I send it around for Christmas but was not on this board last year. Blessings to all.
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Here is a nice story I wrote for my poor Denise when she was in hospice. Its about how she got her cat.
Since I have a public forum I figured someone might enjoy it.
b4atf
4/2005
The Christmas Kitty
MacGuyver lived under the dumpster. It was close to Christmas time and cold. He hadn't always lived under a dumpster. Before that he lived with his momma and all his brothers and sisters. His whole family lived in an old wood box in the woods behind an apartment building in Minnesota.
Oh, did they have fun! MacGuyver loved to roll and wrestle with his brothers and sneak up and pounce on his sisters. He was the last and smallest of momma's family and always tried ever so hard to win. He was a real rascal and always full of mischief.
When they were all good and tired they snuggled up to momma and had milk while they listened to her wonderful stories. Momma had been an indoor cat once and would tell them the most amazing things. Momma would tell about being warm all the time. She would tell about playing with string and toys and paper balls. Momma said there was always food, and even special sand for the bathroom.
MacGuyver didn't understand much of what his Momma said. He was only a few weeks old and had never even been out of their family box. He liked the stories though because Momma sounded so happy. She would stretch and purr and lick them all. Sometimes she would promise that if they were good they would all live together in a house someday.
One day MacGuyver made an awful mistake. He sneaked outside and no one even noticed. There was snow on the ground but it was still bright and sunny. There were trees and squirrels and birds and he felt like he could see for miles. Everything was so exciting and new that he walked and walked. The sun felt warm on his orange fur and the snow felt so funny under his feet. MacGuyver came to the edge of the little woods right at a busy street with cars that were loud and smelly. It was starting to get dark too.
“I should go home” he thought.
Where was home though? That was MacGuyver's big question. He had walked a long way and nothing looked familiar at all. He was only a puff of hair you could hold in one hand. He was small in the big world and getting scared.
MacGuyver sat and shivered as the night got dark and the cold came back. He walked a little way into the woods and feeling tired, cold, and very alone; he made a sad little bed under a thick bush. Wind made the trees creak and groan, and his imagination ... you can guess! MacGuyver wrapped his tail over his paws and sat through the night with his wide green eyes staring out at the strange frightening world.
Finally the new day came with a hope filled sunrise. MacGuyver stretched and licked himself clean. He started his search for home.
MacGuyver walked and walked all through the little woods for half the day. Suddenly he saw something familiar! It was the tree by the box where momma lived! MacGuyver ran so fast you could hardly see his little legs. He ran to the hole in the box and squeezed himself in. He was squeaking with joy.
It was empty! Momma and all his brothers and sisters were gone.
MacGuyver never learned what happened to his family. Maybe momma had found a better place and moved the family. Maybe people came to make them indoor cats. MacGuyver hoped for that.
MacGuyver was still alone and cold and hungry. He sat in the box for two whole days feeling worse and worse. If he tried to go outside there were dogs or owls and awful things he only imagined. When MacGuyver had almost given up hope he smelled something wonderful. People had thrown away the garbage from their Christmas dinner. The dumpster at the apartment building had been too full and a bag of turkey bones and dressing and other Christmas treats was just lying on the ground. The January sun was warming the pile and sending out the good smell.
MacGuyver had a feast. He walked through the woods and found a new home. Living under a dumpster was a hard life though, with mean dogs and scary people. He was so small though that no one could bother him if he stayed underneath. Sometimes there was no food but most days something would get spilled that he could eat. MacGuyver was always cold and missed his momma very much.
When MacGuyver looked out at night he could see the cold and the stars. He could also see one apartment with a ground level window that always had a light on. The window was only a short run from his home. Sometimes when the curtain was open he could see a lady walking around inside.
One night MacGuyver dared to cross the snow and look in the window. He was amazed. The place with the lady looked just like the stories momma used to tell about. He could tell it was warm inside when his nose touched the glass and could see green plants and ever so many things he didn't recognize. MacGuyver thought to himself, “I wonder if that is string, or maybe paper balls?”
MacGuyver made many visits to the window after that. He was always shy because he had learned that people were mean. His only true safety was under the dumpster. The lady didn't seem mean though. She sometimes looked at him but that was all.
One day a funny thing happened. The lady walked right up to the window and tapped on it with her finger. She tapped it right in MacGuyver's nose! MacGuyver jumped twice his own height in surprise and raced away. Later, as he curled his tail around his paws and tried to sleep, he thought that it really wasn't scary at all. MacGuyver thought it was a lot like playing games with his brothers and sisters.
MacGuyver visited the window as often as he could. Sometimes the lady was home and sometimes not. If she was there he would play the finger poking game with her. If she was not home he would stare at all the wonderful things inside. MacGuyver was still just a kitten. He missed his momma and it was always cold.
One morning the most remarkable thing happened! MacGuyver saw the lady bringing her own garbage bag to the dumpster. He was so curious that he didn't run and hide. He just sat there while the lady kneeled down and poked her finger at him. MacGuyver thought “this is just like the poking game without the window.” He stretched out his tongue to taste and to MacGuyver's surprise the lady picked him up!
Before MacGuyver knew what was happening the lady was rubbing his ears and scratching his tummy. He had not had a friendly touch since his family vanished. MacGuyver closed his eyes and purred. When he opened them again he was in her house. The lady had brought him into her home!
What adventure! MacGuyver raced and ran and jumped and explored. The lady even made string and paper balls. It wasn't until he got sleepy and laid down that he realized that he was completely warm for the first time in his life. The lady put out a dish of food which was far nicer than anything he ever found under the dumpster. Later she went to bed and MacGuyver crawled up next to her. It was just like being back with momma. It was warm and he was full and he was an indoor cat. The best thing a cat can be.
MacGuyver loves Denise
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I have also had problems with the next and previous buttons. It seems to be an intermittent problem. But to be honest, glitches like that seem to happen every day. I never know what won't work correctly but every day something is wonky. I quit trying to report them because they are the norm anymore.
Lebby knows he has all the time in the world. Well, at least 20 more years. He can rely on his loyal acolytes to be singing his praises, no matter where the goalposts may be.
I'm sure they will open controlled hunting once the flocks reach whatever they think they should be. I have heard friends back in Virginia say wild turkey isn't tasty. Maybe an acquired taste? I'm happy with Butterball in the meantime. And I'll probably be too damned old to hunt once they are legal.
I'm happy about the turkey reintroduction because they are indigenous to our area. But settlers hunted them to extinction. I don't blame them, the turkeys were taken for sustenance. But they own a place in our ecosystem and I'm glad they are back!
I read today that it may take until February to extradite Bankman-Fraud from the Bahamas.
That would be plenty of time for him to be Epsteined in a Bahamian jail.
[quoteI'm still trying to figure out how I can charge my wife's company for wifi access.[/quote]
That would have to be settled between your wife and her employer. But she CAN write off part of the ISP bill as a business expense on her taxes if she foots the bill. That could add up over the year.
Absolutely NOT pets!
We had a neighbor down the road years ago that thought they should be treated as pets and started feeding them. After a while they started losing their natural fear of humans and became dangerous (they can be mean little bastages).
She has since passed on and things are back to normal. They can be destructive as they dig for food in the ground. If that gets too destructive I fire a shotgun round over their heads and they move on. I don't have to do that very often though.
The rule with all wild critters is leave them alone. They were here first and know how to take care of themselves. The deer hide out on our little spread during hunting season because they know they are safe here. The wild turkeys are safe for now because they are protected as a reintroduced species. There were no turkeys here when we bought the place. I'm really glad Fish & Wildlife reintroduced them, they are very cool.
Our place is very remote. Almost an hour to the nearest quart of milk or loaf of bread. Coos deer, javalena, wild turkey at 5,400 ft. elevation.
The Jehovah Witless won't even come down the lane, they tie a copy of The Watchtower in a plastic bag to the gate.
A good place to weather a pandemic. Galt's Gulch.
deleted ... ihub put reply to wrong post. Yaysus, when will this site get back to a modicum of normal??
I really like that color!
I enjoy the weekend banter. Stuff about Moos or train freight trends (actually helpful, if anecdotal, if interested in rail stocks) or Midwest crops (ditto if interested in grain futures).
I’m just really sick of the bull manure of politics. I am tired of seeing posters go at each other over kabuki theatre plots ginned up by politicians of both stripes to divide and anger the populace. To keep us so occupied we don’t notice that we are being played.
I’m sick of it. There are too many politics boards already.
OK, so you made it painfully clear that you don’t want to get the board back on topic.
I get it. But there is an over abundance of political boards on the site already. Why turn this one into a partisan bicker fest too?