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Approximately six years ago, my wife’s son got
her hooked on the Vinte’ Starbucks Mocha
Frappacino with two shots of espresso, and of
coarse, tons of whipped cream.  He should have
been ashamed of himself, knowing how
susceptible his mother is, to such fantastic
delights.  She is the carbohydrate, raw sugar and
espresso queen.  However, she does not have the tiaras to
prove her royalty, but it is true.

Three years back she proceeded to get me
hooked on the same Starbucks drink with, yes
(my head is hanging low in shame and severe
self loathing) the additional espresso and a
whole lot of whipped cream.  Who would have
ever thought that being a sweet mocha caf-fiend
whipped cream junkie could be so blessed
heavenly.  I am a true sap.  I know she led me by
the string around her cute little pinky into my
tragic addiction just so Iwould be her Starbucks
supplier.

Happily, I can say I did get even a few months
ago.  In my abnormal desire for anything sweet
and satisfying, I stumbled with beady bloodshot
eyes down the ice cream isle at the grocery store
frantically searching for the magic container at
the end of an hallucinated rainbow.  Sweating
profusely, I was literally frothing at the mouth.
Suddenly, there between two other brands sat
the crown jewel of cold creamy gems and I knew
at once I was saved.  My guardian angel was with
me.  Trembling, I hastily grabbed up two pints
of Starbucks Mocha Frappacino Ice Cream, even
though it does not come with added espresso.  I
raced home hoping not to get a ticket for licking
from an open container.  Vengeance is a tasty
delight, because now she buys my ice cream.

Wait a minute, me thinks I have been duped yet
again.  My lady uses my coinage.   

Copyright 2011, by Glenn Raymond.

Polaris Ranger UTV.

A Sweet Little Tank.

My Polaris Ranger UTV, Utility All Terrain
Vehicle, is a sweet little tank.  I have to say it is
the most versatile and durable tool I own.  As a
4×4 it takes me over the roughest terrain and
through the densest woods on my mountain
property.

Copyright 2011, by Glenn Raymond

So My Wife Will Love Me.

Copyright 2011, by Glenn Raymond

She Will Love Me, She Will Love Me, She Will Love Me.

This red devil has a handy dump bed making
unloading firewood for winter heat extremely
easy.  During summer months heavy mountain
rains wash out the driveway “goat path.”  The
Polaris Ranger gets me down the road and
back with loads of “my own” replacement gravel.
I do have to be able to get my big cruiser out “so
my wife will love me.”

Copyright 2011, by Glenn Raymond.

I Think She Loves Me.

With a winch, the optional 73 inch snowplow
for the Polaris UTV makes keeping up with 
heavy mountain snow storms simple.  Afterall,
my driveway is nearly one-quarter of a mile long.
A neat and clear route for my wife insures me
dinner, so even the dog loves this little beast.

This mean creature has paid for itself many
times over.  This Polaris Ranger UTV is by
far one of the best investments I have ever
made next to my wife, of coarse.

 

Copyright 2011, by Glenn Raymond.

I have got to know, is yogurt a woman thing?

My wife lives on sweets which are completely
unhealthy, yet she loves yogurt.  I get the drift
that yogurt is somewhat healthy.  She also drinks
Diet Pepsi and Diet Coke because they are not
too syrup-like.

Personally, I think yogurt has about a 1.3
second gag time (the amount of time it takes to
make me gag.)  Therefor it could not possibly
be a man thing.

When it comes to my wife’s extremes between
unhealthy sweets and yo-gag, and diet sodas,
she says the yogurt and sugar-free cancels out
the calories and unhealthiness of the sweets.

Someone has got to let me know, but I think it
truly must be a woman thing.  I do mean woman,
as in my woman’s thing.

Copyright 2011, by Glenn Raymond.

It's been one of those days.

Yes, I did say a few of those words.  Mill marks in
this drywall set the scene for a twisted, chaotic
kind of horror.  I am glad it broke before I got
out on the high plank, much higher and longer
than the one you can see beyond me in the
photo.  Those planks have a tendency to bounce
when you walk on them.  I so hate falling from
high places and blowing out my knee or breaking
bones, because regardless I have to continue
working.  I like to get paid so there is no room
for pain.

I can just imagine the headline, “Wife Breaks
Husband’s Neck After Breaking His Fall.”

Amateur radio station of DJ4PI

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Timber/Black Wolf, Me, Elkhound/Black Wolf

A few mornings ago, I was driving to work and
saw some guy on a bicycle cut off a car and get
hit.  The driver of the car kept going.  Luckily
the cyclist was wearing all of his safety gear. 

I do not use a cell phone, because where I live
they do not work.  I got on my ham radio and
explained what happened.  I love being a ham,
WD0-FEO.

I went to the cyclist to make sure he was not
too badly hurt.  I think his ego was.  He had a few
scrapes, but I did not see anything serious.  He
assured me he was alright. 

I sometimes forget that some people cannot
handle folks like me who call it the way I see
it.  Perhaps I lack tact, but I was just being
honest when I pointed out that it really was his
fault.

Now keep in mind, this guy was much younger
and pretty well-built.  Honestly he looked as
he could knock me around pretty good.  So the
guy took a swing at me for telling the truth.

I deflected his punch with my left hand and
grabbed his shirt with my right.  He is still
struggling and swinging at me.  All I could think
was, “God, I don’t want to have to beat up some
guy who just got run over.”  Just then a Colorado
State Trooper pulled up and I exclaimed, “Boy,
am I glad to see you.  I think he’s trying to kick
my butt (however, I used the other word).

This officer told the guy to settle down and step
off to the side for a minute while asking me what
had happened.  I told the officer everything.  As
sure as a whiskey hangover, the guy charged at
me swinging again when I explained that it was
the cyclist’s fault.  The State Trooper had to
demand that the guy sit in the patrol car to wait
for the ambulance.

What is up with that?  I could not believe this guy
wanting to punch my lights out for telling the 
truth.  My wife said it was merely a case of 
“steroid road rage.”  What ever it was, I hope
the driver of the car that hit this young man
is caught. 

I mean, it was not the fault of the driver, the
cyclist was fine and I was a witness.  It was quite
stupid for the driver to just keep going. 

What is up with these types of behavior?  I don’t
know, but I am hoping for “Felony Stupid” tickets
for both of them.  At least I know I tried to do
the right thing.

“You can’t fix stupid.”  Ron White.

Copyright 2010, by Glenn Raymond. 

This woman has a unique technique to her poetry that makes her stand out from most others.  There are many other great poets on WP, like Dean J. Baker.  I like to read anything that flows well and basically has no restrictions or barriers.  I enjoy Free Verse almost as much as I love riding my Kawasaki, Vulcan 1500.  Comparing a poet or poetry to riding my cruiser, the wind in my face and rock and roll slamming through my brain is not something I have ever done, so this is a first.  Life is filled with firsts though, and such learning experiences they are.  We shine up those nuggets of knowledge and wear them like a shining badge, sharing and teaching where we can.  I think this is what life is all about, and I am grateful to all of those who show and teach through their writing and other art forms.

Copyright 2010 and 2011, by Glenn Raymond.

Cold comes in riding on darkness, gliding toward me – -silent, but for the wind from the dark wings – -feathers whistling beneath the eaves. Pull me into you. Hide me in your arms safe within the blanket of your love.  Loneliness – -the shadow of silence touches my soul with bony fingers – -laughs at my tears. My fears bleed violet. – -Violent red streaks the coldness, except in you.  Pull me from never-ending cold- -hold me safe from shadow’s re … Read More

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The numbers are in and I am excited to say I
have had over 1000 reads on my hub articles.
The topics are covering a broad spectrum
because although I am a Master Drywaller, life
has so much to offer and I do not ever want to
leave anything out.  I certainly don’t want to
miss out on anything either.  Life is filled with
too many mysteries and opportunities for inner
growth and learning, I would be insane to stick
to one topic only. 

My time for blogging is limited, because I am
a working man after all.  I do not get the time to
blog here as often as I would like.  So I will make
my sincerest apologies to you for that.  I also
promise to blog something here every chance I
get, and read as many of your blogs as I can.

If life could grant me 5 wishes they would be as
follows:  pet wolves in my yard, a shiny new
motorcycle for every finger and toe, all the 
equipment I need for hunting ghosts,  time for
all my hobbies including ham radio, fishing,
making pottery, woodworking and star-gazing,
and last, but not least $4,000,000.00 (1.5 for 
me, 2 for Uncle Sam, and .5 for my wife to have
fun with) simply because I love her.

Unfortunately I am probably the worlds biggest
dreamer, as you can tell.  So I will have to leave
my fortune up to the stars and hope I do not get
smashed by an asteroid.  Meanwhile, I leave you
all with this wish: that you truly find many
blessings coming your way, and may the cosmos
carry love to you for lighting the trail ahead.

Copyright 2010, by Glenn Raymond.