There is a moment from my past that has always fascinated me, because I was the main character, responsible for my own actions, yet could not explain them.
I was a small boy, no more than 10, if that. On our property, running along the side of our garage was a very nicely laid out limestone brick sidewalk, accented by a thick row of little white bell flowers that filled in the space between the walk and the garage.
One day I dug up a few of the big white bricks and left them out. My dad saw them, painstakingly replaced them and let me know in no uncertain terms that if I did it again I was going to get a beating.
My father was six four, two hundred and sixty five pounds and chronically mad. I was perpetually terrified of him and absolutely believed him when he said I was going to get a beating if I dug up the bricks again. I never doubted it for second.
Some time past that day, I climbed the big horse chestnut tree in the yard. Jumped off the garage a few times pretending to be the bionic man, grabbed a trawl and dug up several bricks.
As six o'clock approached I decided that putting the bricks back was a really good idea. Mud had slid into the empty caverns where the bricks had been, and, to my horror, putting all those carefully laid, different shaped bricks back was a lot harder than it looked.
Feeling the hour of my doom approaching, I burst into tears! My mother, hearing them from the kitchen window, rushed out to help me put the bricks back into the walk. She barely got the last brick in as my father pulled up.
My father stepped out of the car knowing instantly what was going on. I watched him turn beat red as I prepared to evacuate my bowels and run for the fence. There was an horrific look of disappointment on his face as he peered around my mother who had stepped in front of him to protect me.
I saw the strain on my mothers face, the disappointment on my fathers, felt the tears on my mine, and had no idea why I dug up those damn bricks. They were there, they needed digging.
"Danny, I told you not to dig up those bricks!" "Why did you?"
"I don't know." Sob sob, gulp, evacuate bowels, run, no stay, or he'll get really mad. I didn't! I had no idea why I dug up the damn bricks.
Now I think I know. It was about the experience, my brain wanted to solve the problem of how to take out the bricks and put them back. It wanted to learn it so bad it over road my survival instinct to figure it out.
Unconscious of the reasons at the time I would dedicate the rest of my childhood to doing things that pissed off my parents and trying to figure out ways to fix it before I got caught.
It never worked out like I'd hoped.
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You Cut - You can help give republicans the momentum they need to reduce the size of the government
YouCut is designed to defeat the permissive culture of runaway spending in Congress. We need your help in identifying which program and spending cuts should be featured on this website each week. Use the form below to submit your ideas for YouCut - by working together, we will be able to change Washington's culture of spending into a culture of savings.
I'm a cynical guy, I grew up, like many of you, believing that there really wasn't anything you could do to stop the greed machine. Today however, the shit really has hit the fan. And at least the republicans are trying to do something.
Right now the You Cut program has 1.3 million submissions, that's crap. 23 - 33 million submissions would mean something!
Will things change? I don't know, but at least by submitting your ideas and stamping your name to it, your doing something.
This is what I submitted. I truly believe that all these agencies are, not only wasteful, but actually harmful, and have an opposite, negative, effect from what they were intended to do.
Agencies to eliminate:
The Office of National Drug Control Policy
The Department of Agriculture
The Department of Education
The Department of Health and Human Services
The Department of Housing and Urban Development
The Department of Labor
The African Development Foundation "Throwing money at Africa hasn't changed or improved anything"
The Broadcasting Board of Governors “America’s official propaganda machine”
The National Railroad Passenger Corporation
The Bureau of Indian Affairs
I believe these agencies are a cancer eating away at America.
Regardless of what you believe, submit your feelings on what should be cut, and don't be hateful or stupid about what you submit. Mean it, and state it, because your putting your name on it.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Hyatt Rosemont One More Time
My wife and I went back to the Hyatt Rosemont again this past weekend for another vacation from the weather. I got our room upgraded to a one of only 4 panoramic, two story, suites in the hotel on the northwestern tower over looking I90 and the airport.
We had a blast. Sunday morning I turned the chair and table to face the window and watched the planes come in.
The pictures were taken when it was cloudy. But that night, the view was brilliant!
We had a blast. Sunday morning I turned the chair and table to face the window and watched the planes come in.
The pictures were taken when it was cloudy. But that night, the view was brilliant!
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| One more hotel restaurant shot, its so nice in the early morning! |
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| You can walk from the Hyatt all the way to the Embassy Suits inside the walkway. A distance we believe is about .8 miles. I walked to the Hilton in my flip flops Saturday morning. |
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| I stopped in to check out the Hilton's restaurant at 6am Saturday Morning. Beautiful! |
Friday, December 3, 2010
Hyatt Rosemont - A Really Cool Place
Besides unknowingly booking a stay durring the Fursuit Convention, the Hyatt Rosemont was a really cool place to spend a romantic weekend.
Its the size of a small city, kinda stark, but really cool.
Its the size of a small city, kinda stark, but really cool.
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