DEBATE THIS!


Well here I sit, 1:31  A.M. Sunday January 29, 2012. And as some of my postings on this blog start, I feel the need to write, yet have no idea what the subject will be, or where this is going to go. So I will consider this a random mind dump. So what you will read here is … well let’s say Steve’s rambling created by letting my fingers do the walking as my mind does the talking.  So here we go.

Lots of stuff in the news these days. Republican Debates, or as I call them material for Saturday Night Live, Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Bill Maher, and any other comedic show or comedians. There will be many comedians out of jobs after the Presidential elections in November, of which the first to go will be those who are running as Republicans as presidential candidates. Mite Robme, Newt Cringerich, the Sanotorium Guy and Ron Fall.

And standby for the mud-slinging political ads on the TV that generally make as much sense and are as honest, truthful and full of actual facts as the Great Professor Irwin Corey .

Let me ask you a question. Well it’s my blog so I am going to ask you whether you let me or not. How many Elected Officials have you seen, who spend millions on running for office, going to small restaurants and shaking hands with people, who visit factories of hard-working citizens, who stand in front of an about to be foreclosed upon home and give speeches, who  walk the streets and shake hands every of person they meet , who visit senior citizen homes, who go and meet and greet just about every common normal everyday American Citizen, ever repeat this ritual after elected?

It’s like a car salesman…”What can I do to get you to vote for me today?” Once the sale is complete, or in this case, once elected and they get their commission, they don’t remember who you are and their service center takes over because the guy with the promises and sales pitch  is too busy to deal with you because he/she is, as it was in the beginning, continuing to meet his/her goal of self-preservation. And only when it is time for the next sales or re-election, does this person suddenly return to the vote sale routine.

And what really pisses me off, just like  car sales, the most outgoing, friendly, quick talking, verbal fluff generators, continue to convince people that the Lemon Clunking Junk they are selling is a REALLY GOOD DEAL

I have not followed the debates closely. I usually don’t watch them. There is more time spent in the debates, which shouldn’t even be called debates, where each person, not stating what their ideals are, what the plans are, what they can do for our country, how they can lead, how they can influence congress, etc. but instead the so-called debates are nothing more than them telling the country what the person next to them can’t do.

These debates and present and upcoming campaign commercials you see on Television are nothing more than trying to get votes by doing one thing … trying to convince the voters that their opponents are nothing but low life crooks.  And the voters, at election time end up voting for the candidate that looks better because he/she did the best job of making the other candidates look worse than them.

Do we the American people want to elect a President based on his/her’s ability to be the best at making themselves look good by having the talent to make others look worse than them. If so, I suggest Don Rickles run for president, as he is a very experienced person who can run a campaign that would be the most successful in the present ideology of the better you can insult someone and get someone to buy it the more likely you will win. And his campaign manager should be Professor Irwin Corey who is an expert of using many words, in many ways, and  say absolutely nothing.

At least, a team of Rickles and Corey would be equivalent of what going on now …. But it would be a hell of a lot more fun. And with the economy today medicine and psychology has  said that laughter is the best medicine. At what is presently going on is just as funny. But many people think of this absurd political crap going on now as serious. And it is. And it is a serious problem because it is funny where there should not be funny. Where problems need to be addressed the only problems being addressed are the faults of their opponents.

I will not vote for the person with the least faults, or the person who is the best at putting down other people. I will vote for some one who can “RISE  ABOVE” the competition of  “SELF EGO BOOSTING” and tell me what they are going to do, vice what their opponent can’t.

So I close with this ………….. The best Republican candidate for President of the US in the 2012 election hasn’t shown up yet.

I’m Steve Worden and approve this message.

Another Christmas Letter


As much as I dislike the …”what I did this past year”  letters, I find myself writing the same.  Read if you wish, or discard as desired.

Been a fun, but really strange year. Last year, I had thought, was a year that could not be beat. This year, I think we did it. But it isn’t over yet, as it is only Dec 5, 2011.

January 2011, we made a decision to move to Florida. Having been there a few times while Bonnie’s mom was still with us, we found that Florida was an interesting new place that we really enjoyed.

Bonnie wanted to move to the mountains on a lake where we could enjoy the seasons, the spring, the summer, the beauty of the leaves changing in the fall, and the snow of the winter.

However, I had a different idea and constantly reminded Bonnie from Nov to January when the snow storms quit, the snow had turned to big piles of ice  and getting around became a pain in the rear end.  My comment, to her, during the aftermath of the storms, and the isolation of being in the apartment from Dec to April was “IT AINT THAT WAY IN FLORIDA”.  And the constant harassment by my good friend who had moved to Florida about it being 70 degrees in Feb, while we in Manassas VA were in the 40’s, kept the constant reminder in my head that I had to wait at least until May until I could  open my windows  and doors and sit on the deck of our place and watch the trees once again turn green.

Finally, Bonnie came around.  The late sunrise and the early sun down, the cold winters and my constant “It ain’t that way in Florida” got here attention. After 42 years of teaching elementary school and my showing her pictures of her, during the trips to Florida, a couple of (okay a bunch) of pictures of her during our trips compared to the pictures of her during the school year, showed the amazing difference in the stress lines in her face.  You could see the stress during the school year and you could see the total absence of it during our trips.

And here is where God  was , as I see it now, with me. I spent from January 2011 until March 2011 searching the real estate ads of every house for sale in Florida from  Boynton Beach south on the east coast of Florida and form Tampa to Naples on the west coast.

I compared House to House, Floor Plan to Floor Plan, Prices, HOA’s, Fee’s, and on and on. Bonnie wanted to live on an island, We both wanted to have vegetation around the house (not empty lots), neither of us wanted the restrictions of a HOME OWNERS ASSOCIATIONS or DEED Restricted property. And we both did not want the floor plan of a house that looked like an open auditorium.

We found three.  Two were short sales on Pine Island. Researching Short Sales. I decided it was not a good idea to go with them.  The Third … we did what I DO NOT recommend doing.

I contacted the real estate agent, and made her promise me that the picture I saw of the property  were EXACTLY as advertised. She Did. We put a contract on it, and bought it. UNSEEN.

In April 2011, we flew to Port Charlotte to see what we had purchased. It was as advertised. Needed some yard work, but with the exception of a few surprises with the appliances it was what we were looking for.

Meanwhile, we had booked our 3rd Cruise on Carnival Cruise Line for a cruise to Bermuda. Not the place I wanted to go because it was a “PROPER” expensive island. But I had score to settle with the Cruise Director of the Carnival Pride and the price was right.

Upon Return from our house tour, we went on the Cruise.

Turns out that both weird decisions, the house purchase and the Cruise to Bermuda, ended up being awesome.

Closed on the house in May. Had a weird adventure with the movers and ended up getting completely moved to Port Charlotte Florida by July 1, 2011.
Cheryl, a good close friend of ours came down the end of June and stayed until July 15.  Kids came down and stayed a week or so. Then in August we flew to Kansas City Missouri and  stayed with my sister Sue then drove to Lincoln to Mom and Dad’s. Spent time with my Sister Sheri, and Chris, Mindy, Ashley, and Dillon.

I had not been seen them for at least 10 years or even more. It was a great, and for me, a scary time, which all worked out in a way that I would have never imagined.

October brought on an unplanned adventure. I had a score to settle with the BLUE CREW of the Submarine Crew of the USS JAMES MONROE SSBN 622.  Long story, but I vowed in 1978 that I would one day return to the USVI of St Thomas to avenge their being able to go ashore there during a post ship yard Test while we, the gold crew. We were not able to go ashore and had to watch from the deck of the sub, the island, while we had a barbecue on the missile deck.

So the opportunity presented itself and we took the Carnival Dream Cruise to Nassau, ST Thomas, and St Maarten..
November 2011, upon a semi challenge from a good friend, ex-boss, and the father of two boys who  where  good friends of Allyn’s , met Mr Scott Higgins and his mother in Jacksonville who were going on a cruise for his mothers 75 birthday.So we cruised to Nassau, and Half Moon Cay.

It is now Dec 5. and Dec 7 we will be formally joining the Port Charlotte Yacht Club, which as of our meeting with many of the  members via a yard sale and subsequent Lobster Bake and New comers meeting … I have yet to see any yachts.  But a fine group of poeple.
There is much more that has happened. But the Bottom Line here … is This:

For everything there is an equal and opposite action. (I believe Newton figured that out).

So if Life hits you in the head  with a BAA (BIG ASS APPLE) and knocks you silly, if you be patient  and keep your cool, that apple will produce a tree with rewards that you cannot begin to imagine.

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year
and
Sincerely
Steve and Bonnie

Chuck


Last week, I read a posting on John Heald‘s Blog.  John is a Brit, who has a sense of humor that is, well,  British.  John also, just happens to be the Senior Cruise Director of Carnival Cruise Lines.

If you ever decide to read one of his  daily blog postings and are not ready for his style of writing you are gonna be laughing your ass off or totally grossed out.

But this posting is not about John. This article is about Chuck.

In a blog posting last week John, who was having to do some work at the Carnival Cruise Lines Home Office in Miami wrote that it’s a shame that in today’s busy world there were just not enough “inter office practical jokes” taking place.  He gave a few examples of some during the time he “had” to work in an office and he provided a list of suggestion for Office Practical Jokes.

Unfortunately, by now,  he knows that I was in the Submarine Service and is rapidly finding out that British Humor has to some work to do  to become as devious and crass as Submarine Sailor humor  (or at least as itwas in the ’70’s/’80’s)

All of his suggestions regarding office humor I have been taken part in, either as an instigator  or a victim. And I have been a witness to or participated in or been a victim of far more bizarre events.

So to keep it fairly clean, I responded to his blog with an example of a practical joke within a practical joke.

But now it may have resulted in the ultimate. It sadly may have ended up as a practical joke in a practical joke in a “Gotcha”.  (Just who got who is yet to be determined)

The two people involved in the events described below were, of course me, and Chuck.  I call him Chuck, because that’s what we called him.  An awesomely friendly guy, with the personality and (almost) the looks  and speaking voice of the lead singer of Alabama.  (Don’t think Chuck could sing and didn’t want to know).   He also, at one time managed one of the busiest and most profitable McDonald’s in the Country. That career ended when he reportedly fell of the roof of the McDonald’s restaurant while attempting repairs. That ended his McDonald’s career and it also ended any normal use of his knee.

Chuck, then changed careers by attending computer programming school and ended up at the same company I was working after I got out of the Navy. He was surrounded by a office atmosphere which consisted of mostly ex-submarine sailors. And reluctantly but, with a not to be whipped spirit attempted to keep up with our shenanigans.

Chuck also met a man who worked for the company and found out that he was the was the founder of the Redskins Hogettets.  A weird group of guys who dress up in women’s dresses, wear pig noses, strange hats, suck on plastic clown size cigars and take over a section of redskins stadium for each game rooting for the Redskins Team. The name Hogettets, I assume, came from the fact that  at that time,  members of the Redskins  team were called the “HOGS”.  The Hogettets were and still are not only great team supporters but were and are extremely involved in charity work.  And Chuck was part of that.

After I wrote below comment on John’s Blog,  I had a posting on my Face Book page from the Hogettets  regarding Sunday’s game. So I went to the their website to see if Chuck was still involved.

I didn’t find him so I wrote to the email address provided to inquire about his status.

I was told CHUCK passed away a few years ago.

Chuck, an awesome friend. A guy, regardless of what your first impression of him was,  would never let you down.  A friend who, since I left that company where we worked from 1986 to 1992 I had not seen since.  And for the whole time since we worked together, he lived less than 5 miles from me.  A friend whom I had never made the effort to get together with since. Except  one time in the late 1990’s he called me and invited me to lunch .. but I couldn’t go because of prior commitment.  And missing that lunch, I truly regret.

Regarding the incident described below perhaps,  in a strange  sort of way, perhaps Chuck is now “rolling on his heavenly cloud laughing his ass off” and saying “Steve! – “GOTCHA!”

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This is my comment on John Heald’s  blog regarding Office Practical Jokes

Never have liked practical Jokes. They aren’t really Practical. However, if you are a victim of practical joke .. the best reaction and response is NONE … THEN TURN IT ON THE JOKER!

Case in point … Office workers where I worked had a thing with doing things to peoples offices while they were away on travel.

I returned to my office after being gone for a week and everything, including my phone, was missing from the top of my desk. Pictures, phone list, …everything. Everyone in the Office New who did but where playing along.

My reaction … I didn’t react. And waited. The Criminal always returns to the scene of the crime. For two days people would check me out for reactions. I acted like nothing had happened.

I suspected that the person who was checking me out the most would most likely be the culprit.

After HE left work one afternoon, I check out his office, and low and behold there was my stuff.

So I stole it back .. BUT I RE-HID it somewhere else.

Next day I told him I heard thru the grapevine that he had taken it. We laughed and he went to the place where he had hid my stuff and it wasn’t there. I got about three days of him sweating and apologizing, while searched for my belongings.

On Monday I came in early, before he did, placed all the items back on my desk.

When he came in and saw it I just looked at him and thanked him for returning my stuff.

He just blubbered something and walked away.

To this day, he never knew what happened.

(And JOHN .. (pulling the SUBMARINERS CARD AGAIN) .. That’s the difference between a submariners sense of humor and that bland British Humor!)

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So perhaps we should not put off getting together with old friends and share memories and good times and bad times.

And for some strange reason, I’ve got this feeling Chuck will be preparing a place for me!

Miss ya Chuck!

DA O FISH ALL LAG WITCH OFF DA YO KNIGHTED STAYS


Read something on a blog yesterday. Something that I have read numerous times on blogs, emails and other webpages along with hearing it on Television and Radio. It’ a statement that I consider as ignorant as it gets. It goes like this – “Anyone that lives in the United States should ‘have” to speak English” – and is then followed by -“English should be made to be the official language of the USA“. I could write page upon page why this is a illogical statement made by ignorant people. First let me qualify something.. Many people who speak English, in these here United States, doesn’t even know the English Language. A VERY LARGE NUMBER of English Speaking people think Ignorant means the same as Stupid. There is a difference. Check it out.

Next, most of the words in the English language have word origins from other languages, cultures, societies and other time periods which makes me ask a question. How many words in the English Language are actually original English words. How many citizens of the USA have USA ONLY ancestry compared to the number of citizens of the USA whose ancestry can be traced to other countries where other languages were and are spoken.

Moving on … what is the ratio of bilingual citizens in the USA that speak English and another language compared to the ration of citizens of other countries who speak their native language AND ENGLISH. I will take a educated guess that more people who live in other countries are bi-lingual with English as their second language than there are bilingual citizens in the USA.

And if English were to be declared the Official Language of the USA … which dialect? NEW ENGLAND Dialect, Heavy NEW YORK Dialect, THE SOUTH (Y’all) dialect, Texas, Louisiana, Midwest, or more. There is a problem, sometimes, trying to determine the difference in what “would you like to come with me” versus “do you wanna go with”‘ or “turn off the light” versus “cut off the light” all the way to “Hi” versus “YO YO YO”!

If you want a language that is the Closest to a Language Native to the USA, perhaps we should make it a language of the Native Americans …. Like Sioux, Pawnee, Apache, Cherokee…or one or more of the others.

Bottom line .. English as the Official Language in the USA will probably never happen. .In the United States, people are just to lazy to learn another language and law makers are to lazy to make law.

What The ….?


Now that I have a few minutes to spare after our move to FLorida, I thought I’d share with my (as of this date) 477 potential readers of MY STUFF, my take on the “nature of our existence” sometimes called survival of the fittest or the ecological life cycle or the early bird gets the worm. Some simply think of it as the natural food chain. While others abstractly and honestly profess that “Shit Just Rolls Down Hill!” Continue reading

The Cost of Realibility — Out of Reach!


(Revised reprint from my Face Book Notes)

CIRCA – 1970, Owned an immaculate 1959 Chevy Impala. Believe I bought it (or if I have unconsciously blocked out my memory, my parents may have bought it) for $300. Low mileage, perfect condition.

And at that time, in order to finance my lifestyle, I  also worked at Franks Standard Station, in my home town,  3 nights a week and every other Sunday from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m all by my self. Premium Gas sold for $0.36 a gallon then and a customer pumping their own gas not only did not exist but was taboo.

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Paying the Price of Being Idle


Well it’s been a while since I last posted anything. Been sort of busy. And that is strange, because I never thought I could be so busy getting stuff done while sitting on the couch.

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