One Hookers Ramblings

Ok. Due to popular request (ok actually only 1 request but whatever) I am going to try & make an effort to revive this blog. Now on with the regularly scheduled rambling.

The other evening on Twitter I had retweeted someone who had asked a question about why Europeans were so concerned over American politics. Not thinking much of it I continued enjoying my day off & woke up to one of my European followers (whom is currently living in the US) tweeting that it was because they enjoyed a good laugh. Well fuck you too. I made a few comments about if she didn't like it here, I would gladly eat Ramen noodles for the next 6 months to buy her a plane ticket home. To which she replied she didn't take charity. I told her not to think of it as charity but as a gift.

Later in the evening she posted

It's always great to read how hated LEGAL immigrants are...

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I personally don't hate legal immigrants but I do hate their attitude of "well it's so much better where I come from". Why do you need to come here & tell us how great things are there? If it's so much better why are you here? Planes leave this country every day going to damn near every country out there.

Why do foreigners feel it's just fine and dandy to come to America & totally trash the way we do things, but if we were to go live in their home countries & talked smack about their governments & way of life it would be totally unacceptable? When did we become such a nation of namby pamby candy asses that can't stand up for our country? When did it become such a horrible thing to be an American? These countries look down their noses at us but yet when they get into trouble who are the first people they come running to?

All I have to say is if you don't like it, GET THE FUCK OUT!

So I'm proposing we start a fund to send these unhappy foreigners home. Who's with me?

Well, it's that time of year again.  The snow's a flying, the winds are blowing & the idiots are out in force.  So I thought I would pass on a couple of tips for safe winter driving.  Actually these can be applied all year round.

I know some of you will probably think I've finally gone off the deep end after reading this but going with the spirit of the season, I thought I would share with you my own ghost story.

It all started about 8 years ago. I was doing the thing that all drivers hate, changing trucks. At first I just thought my CD player was being temperamental. It would play a few songs & then spit the CD out, & didn't think much about it.

After a couple days I noticed I was waking up to the same dream. I would dream that someone was knocking on the door of my truck & as I got up to see who it was, all I would see was an older man wearing overalls & a baseball cap walking away, giving me a backwards wave. Then I would wake up about 5 minutes before my alarm would go off. This went on for about a week until I got back to the yard. I had a conversation with the Rick, the shop foreman, that went something like this...

Me: "Hey Rick, did someone die in this truck I've got?"

Rick: *funny look* "Why, did someone say something to you?"

Me: "No. I've just been having a weird, recurring dream."

Rick: "Uhhhh, yeah. You're not the first one to mention that. Actually a driver did die in that truck about a year ago."

Me: "Was he an older guy that liked to wear bibbed overalls & baseball caps?"

Rick: *turns even whiter* "Uhhh, yeah. How did you know?"

Me: "Well, that's the guy I keep seeing in my dreams."


We talked for a bit more & he told me his name was Bob & that he had passed away from a heart attack. After I found out who he was he didn't visit quite as often but he would still make an appearance a couple of times a week. But when he did, I realized that he was the one responsible for my "malfunctioning" CD player. I had noticed that if it was country music or classic rock, all would be well but if I put in anything heavier, after about 3 songs it would eject.

After a few months I had to change trucks again. I was kind of sad to leave Bob behind but soon realized he was not. He still makes an appearance from time to time, letting me know he's still there keeping an eye on me. He still doesn't like heavy metal though & the occasional slap to the back of the head can be annoying at times (I get these when he thinks I've pushed myself too hard), it's nice to know that after all these years he still visits.

Yay!!! I finally finished my Seraphina's shawl. I used a yummy purple varigated wool from Universal Yarn. Thanks to my Mom for being a sport & letting me post her ass on the interwebz. Sorry I have nothing other to report at this time, although I do have a few new posts rambling through my brain.

For the 1 person that probably reads this blog & doesn't follow me on Twitter, I'M ALIVE!! No, really I am. I swear it. I have just felt totally uninspired to write anything. Hopefully that will change shortly.

But until then I leave you with some sweet bebah kittehs & a bunnah.

The First Amendment of the United States Constitution states:

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.


That's right America. You don't have the right to not be offended by what someone says. They have a right to say it, no matter how tasteless, crude or socially unacceptable it may be. But you DO NOT have the right to not be offended.

Yes, I am defending David Letterman's right to say crude and tasteless things about Gov. Sarah Palin's daughter. I've been seeing people post on Twitter all day how about he should be fired & to contact the shows sponsors & let them know how upset you are by his statements. All I have to say to that is, great a freaking life already.

When did we become a nation of namby pamby whiners? I am so sick of these people that feel the need to turn this country into a nanny state. If you're offended, I have a novel idea, TURN THE EFFING CHANNEL.

Does it somehow make you feel better about yourself to want the man fired for a tasteless statement? Does it make you feel better to shove your morality down someone else's throat?

I am by no means condoning or agreeing with the statements he made. But as an American I will defend his right to say them.

Today I thought I would share with you, one of my favorite places. It's just a little wide spot in the road on I-80 at mile marker 333, near Buford, WY.

The sign beside the tree reads as follows,

"This small pine tree that seems to be growing out of solid rock has fascinated travelers since the first train rolled past on the Union Pacific Railroad. It is said that the builders of the original railroad diverted the tracks slightly to pass by the tree as they laid rails across Sherman Mountain in 1867-69. It is also said that trains stopped here while locomotive firemen 'gave the tree a drink' from their water buckets. The railroad moved several miles to the south in 1901 and the abandoned grade became a wagon road.

"In 1913 the Lincoln Highway Association was formed 'To procure the establishment of a continuous improved highway from the Atlantic to the Pacific.' The Lincoln Highway was an instant success in a nation enamored with the newfangled automobiles and eager for a place to drive them. The Lincoln passed right by Tree Rock as did U. S. 30 in the 1920s and Interstate 80 in the 1960s. At this place the road was approaching the 8,835-foot Sherman Summit, the highest point on the Lincoln. The view of the surrounding mountains was like nothing that west-bound easterners had ever seen. Still, they noticed the little tree, which became the favored subject of many early postcards and photographs. It still is. "The tree is a somewhat stunted and twisted limber pine (Pinus flexilis), a type of tree commonly found in this area where ponderosa and limber pines dominate the landscape. The age of the tree is unknown, although limber pines can live as long as 2,000 years. The tree grows out of a crack in a boulder of Precambrian era pink Sherman granite formed more than 1-4 billion years ago." [Chuck Rhode, 07/12/2007] info came from here

This one little limber pine has been a source of inspiration for me since the first time I laid eyes on it 10 years ago. It showed me that if one lone tree can struggle its way through a crack in a chunk of granite, then surely I could persevere anything. I think we can all take something away from this little tree. Even though it gets battered by some of the roughest winds & blasted with snow & ice every winter it still stands tall. With a little effort & determination, we too can struggle through the cracks to stand tall in sun.