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and hopefully we never have to send wondrous and under appreciated things like these to support NATO !







Long Live The USA !

For a few days I have made some changes. I rewrote my profile narrative, erased my blogs and deleted photos I used for blogging. They were saved on CS. More than 950 photos were deleted. Yes.. more than 950! I couldn't believe it my self. Clicking the erase button was sooooo very boring.. but I could manage to finish it all, leaving one picture.

That one always made me smile.. thinking of the moment I used that photo and the CS blogger who photoshopped it for me.

Hmm.. some good memories!
Thank you CS..

Have not seen in now have you?
This does not sound like it was send by CS............................jenny

Here in Denmark, we have a little tradition in public schools, known as "throwing with caramel candies". Whenever 9th graders graduate, and go on to university or any other form of higher education, They dress up and go from class to class armed with caramel candy, and then the students throw a handful of them into the classroom.

It's a highlight of every school year, and a student can easily end up with over 100 pieces of caramel candy. I remember when it was my turn to do that, way back in 2001. I was sixteen back then, and I remember vividly buying a load of caramel candies, putting on a costume and roam the school halls with my classmates. We'd make a big spectacle out of it, making as much noise as possible. Whenever a student from one of the younger classes saw us, they would shriek, run into their classroom and yell "They're here!"

Some of my classmates were pretty evil. They would straight up launch the caramel candy into the classrooms, not caring if they hit a child in the head or in the eyes. Many injuries were sustained during this time. Mainly bruises and swollen arms. Nothing major.

It WAS a different time back then. Not as.. Sensitive as now. Back then we didn't have the amount of mental illnesses that we do today. Or if we did have them, we didn't really hear about them.

Anyway.. Once the shenanigans of the caramel candy was over, we'd gather in the main sports hall and get our diplomas. We'd get some refreshments, which usually was some candy and chips, and then we were sent on our way out of the school.

It's the one day that every student look forward to, because it's not a regular school day. No teaching takes place.

Students are encouraged to bring a spare set of pants, just in case some of the graduating students decided to target someone for what's known as pant water.

What is that, I hear you ask? Well.. I will tell you. If one of the graduating students got a hold of you, they'd put you in the nearest urinal and activate the water, soaking the pants of their victim.

However - it should be noted that it's done in good fun. To my knowledge, no child or adult has ever been angry about pant water, since it's been around since forever.

I loved my last day at elementary school.

I have been stressing thinking about how to manage to get everything done for my birthday, particularly the day before. It's a Friday, so I am off early. However, my cousin advised me to get Friday off, since I am going to be swamped with things to do.

I want the day to run perfectly and without a hitch. From the food being on time to the music being good and at the right volume.

I then asked my team leader, if I could have June 14th off, since that is the day before the birthday celebration. That ways I could just take things slow and make sure everything's all set for the birthday. I can get decorations up, arrange the tables, arrange how the food should be placed.. Just generally take it slow and - possibly - over-prepare for the birthday. I am the kind of guy who likes it when things go well. I hate letting people down.

"I'll look into it and give you a response", was his reply.

The day went without anything intense happening. It's been quite a boring day, actually.

Towards the end of the day, I asked my team leader if he had looked into if I could get June 14th off, since I hadn't gotten a response from him regarding that.

"Yes, you can get that day off".

Score! That means I can finally relax and just take things slow. Well - as slow as you can take planning of a 40th birthday. I can start as early as 10 am, and just make sure everything is perfect. If I forget to buy anything, I can just run down and buy it.

I still need to figure out if I am bringing my laptop for the music, or if I am using my phone for that. I am leaning towards using the laptop, and using my phone for pictures and videos of the party.

Oh - also an added bonus: Next year, it's my brothers turn to celebrate his 40th birthday. This time I am not planning any party - I'm just gonna show up and have a great time!

I had a guy who rented my other farmhouse for 23 years. We were like family..I knew stuff was taken care of. The plant he worked at blew up and killed him! But, his best bud who hung on the farm with him, said have me and I will take the house. 6 years. And he ended up with a staph infection from a hospital visit and in a week of going in to the VA sick, died last October! So I helped his family clear the house. And then decided to shut off heat and water which I need for the barn or button up the house and heat it low. Filled windows with sofa foam kept out of their dumpster, heavy vinyl and pink styrofoam, taped, shut off and made it through. Plus could work on fixing stuff a bachelor didnt think was important. Still lots to do to bring it back up AGAIN!
So now got to thinking..summer leases. So posted ad on craigs to start search. I spell out lots of what I want. I live on the opposite side of the barnyard so have more control over who I take. First is a 25 year old with a 2 year old kid, newly split. NO! House has lead paint, stairs, balcony, poison ivy, barbed wire, stinging nettles and a mule, plus river shore. WELL! You want a prepper type and think nettles are bad. Yeah? Well go set that kid bare butted in them and you deal with the screaming! House is listed ONE bedroom. Craigs wont let me say no kids. I dont need to watch some young guys kid nor deal with his ex who thinks things are not rosy.
Then get a guy who sounds great. But, no car, doesnt want want anymore. Uh..10 miles from town..kind of NEED one? Then a woman. And another woman.
Now I can't say a woman wont work out. I can do everything a man can and know boarders ex could. But, men do have advantages women dont. Life heavy lifting powers? Strength? Mechanical abilities more than women?
I guess I will keep searching for that forever tenant that likes historic homes, farm life, off grid prepper type and OH... I forgot a guy...a JOB!
I guess for some renters...would be renters...hope springs eternal in the hearts of the doomed. Rather like the young ones on CS who hope to get "adopted" by a sugar daddy or mommy.
I wish the newspaper actually had ads anymore or stores had bulletin boards. Bars do..uh..no thanks. Farms stores maybe. But, those customers HAVE a farm. Meanwhile I guess I run the farm myself. Been there, done that. And hope to find a tenant/caretaker that doesnt get killed!

The biggest fantasy is that when you get old and retired, life is easy. People take care of you. You have all the time in the world to play. Bull! Reality is how on earth did we do everything when we did work!
I have two houses on the farm. The old farmhouse I rent and the main I live in with a boarder in the basement. He and a neighbor are pseudo sons. I rent the farm house cheap with the lease that they are part caretakers, do barn chores in morning, take care of what the house needs unless major. I have had the gamut of tenants. Ended up with one guy for 23 years who was like a brother. He was killed when the corn plant blew up and came down on him. He buddy took the house years ago. We got along well.
This tenant, a lawyer, grew up on a farm. Smoker and a bit partier. Ends up with lung cancer a year ago or two. Does chemo and radiation and puts it in its place. Regular maintenance chemo.
He gets health issues. Fluid in chest. Swelled arm. He went off chemo to get his hip replaced last spring. 6 weeks and seem all is well.
A week or more ago, he texts me he is having daughter take him to ER. Must have pulled arm and pain too bad.
He texts me he has major infection and a T12 compression fracture vertebra. Surgery is planned on shoulder, spine, etc. Daughter ends up texting, it is staph, he is in induced comma and bad shape. It ends up its in two heart valves and brain. He died a week ago or so. Hard to keep track of days.
She and I both blame the hospital giving him the staph. He had chemo the week prior. They couldn't notice it?
So now I sit with a vacant house that I have to deal with. I need that well for barn water. I am doing all the barn chores am and pm. I told neighbor he needs to move in. Oh..too big a bother in winter. Word of mouth to find a tenant. I am taping heavy vinyl over windows and pink insul foam. Try to shut house tight and keep gas low. 5% a week as of now. 50sF still. His daughter cant find info as to where he got gas. I called and found one that will bring it when I am at 25%. That is lower than I like.
So much for retirement. Good thing I am about the same as at 50..just a bit slower. Cause it is back at it for me. I will do an ad in spring unless neighbor decides to live up to the fact he will inherit along with my boarder so might as well start learning.
Can I run away from home?

Yesterday, I deleted all the dating apps that I had on my phone, and cancelled the subscriptions. It's a money pit anyway, and I didn't really get any messages from people I matched with. One of the apps is set up, so the woman is the first to write. After 24 hours of no messages, the match expires.

I was on that app for quite a few months. I think for about a year. During that time, I had matched with five people, but no messages came after the match was mutual. Finally, I had had enough and cancelled the subscription, deleted my profile and the app itself from my phone.

The other one was a no match bonanza as well, so I threw in the towel and cancelled the subscription, deleted my profile and deleted the app as well.

I now only have two dating profiles. One on Facebook dating and this. I use this profile for the blogs, so technically it doesn't count. Will I be back on those apps again? No. Too much time and money wasted.
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Today, I found a job posting for a warehouse job at a company that's literally in nerd heaven. They are looking for someone who has warehouse experience, and is familiar with picking and packing orders - which fits me well. Deadline for applications is tomorrow, so I have sent an application today. Hopefully I will hear back from them soon. If not, I'm just going to continue working where I currently work.

Fingers crossed.

Ok. So the case against Trump depends on their star witness. The defense is making Cohan a laughing stock. That call you made..YES!..uh..the one that the call log shows was 97 seconds long? After you were told Trump wasnt there? YES! So that is the one you talked about the election to Trump? YES! Is that another lie? yes....
What about the pod cast where you talked like a lunatic and how you were making a vendetta to get Trump no matter what..just because he left you behind and didn't carry to the White House and give you a plum position.
If this jury finds Trump guilty...it will be a bought and paid for rail road job. And show one doesnt need proof anymore in court cases.

Another shooting in Hollywood, Florida. And what do I see for the crowds? Blacks and maybe other minorities. It is a joke that they blame the whites for all their problems. Can't any of them get together and not start shooting? The news is filled with black criminals. Black violence. To the point that when a news story is on about some shooting, car jacking, shop lifting or abuse..the immediate conclusion is..it will be a black.
I feel sorry for all those fine, upstanding blacks who work hard. Keep a fine home. Raise fine kids. What an insult to them to get thrown into the fire with a bunch of hoodlums. I see government, media, businesses and more peopled with blacks who just wish to live a peaceful life and grab a piece of the pie.
Treat me well and I don't care if you are a green alien.