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Monday, July 27, 2009

Praise God for the Stimulus Package


(If you click on the pictures it will enlarge to full frame)

Bud and I left Munday last Monday (7-20-09) about 7:00 A. M. Bud had a trip to Fowler, Indiana so I went with him. I have never been to Indiana so thought it would be a good time to tag along. We left Coleman about 2:00 P.M. on Monday. We drove to Weatherford and got there about 3:30 P.M.



The trucker had to fill up with gas and there is a curfew on I-20 around Dallas from 4 to 6 so we walked around the truck stop and ate an early supper. We drove to Caddo Mills and found the truck a place to park and Bud and I drove on to Greenville to find a motel. We got checked in about 9:00 P.M. We had to be back at the truck stop at 6:00 A.M. (by now you know that this is NOT MY KIND OF TRIP...I DON'T DO 6:00 A.M. VERY WELL) It was really foggy so we couldn't leave until that burned off. We went into McDonalds at the Truck Stop and got a bit of breakfast and coffee. I really had to watch the amount I drank because they don't stop every town.

The trucker decided he had a problem with something on the truck and called in a mechanic ...we finally got on the road about 10:00 A.M. We spent that night in West Memphis, Tenn. We drove in hard rain a good bit of the day. They didn't have a permit to go into Illinois and we weren't far from there so the trucker called the office and had them fax the permit to our motel. Bud got up at 5:00A.M. and picked up the truck driver for breakfast. I actually got to sleep in until about 7:00. We waited until about 10A.M. for the permit and then we were on the road again. Now it is Wednesday. We drove to Gilman, Illinois and actually got there before bedtime. It was about 5:30 P.M. when we checked into the motel.



This is the rear escort driver Dee. We picked her up in Texarkana. Texas does not require a rear escort on this size load but other states do. The truck driver couldn't remember her name and kept calling her "that girl". He was a real red neck and not politically correct at all. She just laughed about it. Dee, Bud and I went to get New York pizza for dinner. They called it New York Style and even though Bud likes pizza he didn't care for this. I had a salad and a piece of pizza. That fast food gets old. We took all kinds of snacks and an ice chest of water, cokes and my gochi because they don't stop for lunch . But as I said we didn't drink much. Got up at 5:00 A.M. the next morning to wait again because of the fog and rain. Finally left about 8:00 A.M. We were only 35 miles from the job site but it was still a little foggy so we didn't drive very fast. They sent us to the wrong field...We waited for 2 hours and finally they took us back about 10 miles and when the truck was parked they cut us loose. I told you all of that to say..."Nobody but somebody like Bud Hogan could do this job." He has the patience of Job. I would go crazy. Bud says it reminds him of the army. Hurry up and wait and that is what we did.



The fields were beautiful with green corn and soybeans. It was a beautiful sight to see the wind towers in the background. I know the enviormentalist don't like this but I thought they were pretty.


If you will look over in the right background you can see a big crane that picks the towers up and place them on top of the base.

Job done...now for a little vacation.





Bud's nephew Mike Hogan lives in Culver Indiana and he and his wife work at Culver Academy. Mike is Director of Development. Natalie works with the Equestrian Program and especially working with youth in the summer camp program. Mission statement for Culver Academy is "Culver educates its students for leadership and responsible citizenship in society by developing and nurturing the whole individual - mind, spirit, and body - through an integrated curriculum that emphasizes the cultivation of character."

It was about 90 miles from the drop off site so we drove on over to see Mike and his family. The drive was beautiful. Corn Fields and Soybeans and rolling plains and lots of trees. Everything was so green and the temp was about 80-82. We had a really nice visit with Mike family. I slept until 8:30 the next morning and it was heavenly. Bud got up early and went down and had coffee as soon as it was ready. This motel had a full breakfast and the best Cinnamon rolls that would melt in your mouth. Bud said it was a little better than what he usually stayed in. Mike invited us to stay with them...but we didn't want to be in their way and they all work so we just had him make a motel reservation.

They took us on a tour of the campus and we got to watch Natalie and their daughter Natalie work with the kids in the summer camp program.

This is their daughter Natalie (14) helping her mom with the kids riding classes.



Mike and the girls took us to a wonderful Italian Restaurant for dinner that night. Natalie had to work at the camp so the girls entertained us with dinner and pictures from their riding escapades. Mike, Natalie (14) Lillian (16) and Bud. Their son Josh was at camp and we did not get to see him.


We started home about 1:00 on Friday. We had a beautiful drive on a lot of back roads coming home. We had decided we would just drive until we got tired so about 9:00 just east of St. Louis (by now we are on the interstate) there was a truck/trailer wreck and we were in a traffic jam for 2 hours. Drove about 10 miles during that time. I took this picture out of the front window...you can see the car lights for miles.




Cars, truck, vans as far as we could see in both directions. When we finally got through it was about 11:00 and by the time we found a town 11:30 and there were no motel rooms to be had...we went on to the next town and nothing except a suite which was a smoking room and I wasn't going to pay 150.00 for a smoking room so we went on down the road. Finally found a pretty much dump about 12:30. Didn't look too bad but it stunk. I had a can of frebreeze and thank goodness we took our own pillows. I didn't sleep too good. That was really the only problems we had on the entire trip. It went really well and we had a good time. I borrowed a friends little DVR and watched 2 movies, read 1 book and Bud and I listened to a book on tape on the way home. We got home about 8:30 last night and it sure felt good to get in my own bed. Needless to say we didn't get up at 5:00 A. but we did get up in time for church. My friend Cindy called and told me she was fixing lunch for us since she knew we were getting in late so I didn't even have to cook. I made a pea salad and cut up a cantaloupe. It has been a leisure day today. Bud had his usual coffee with his brother James and I took a nap.

As far as the stimulus is concerned it is my understanding that the big companies building and putting up these towers got some kind of a tax incentive to continue building the windtowers. Now that's a Stimulus Package I can live with...TAX CUTS.

Bud left again this morning for Iowa. Got to the site at 11:00 and finally left the yard at 4:00. Hurry up and wait.

Friday, July 17, 2009

No One Laughs at God

A friend sent me the words to a song. I couldn't find it and it didn't have a name or who sang it but I thought the words were good enough to share. If you know anything about it please let me know. So true!

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God when they're starving or freezing or so very poor

No one laughs at God when the doctor calls after some routine tests
No one's laughing at God when it's gotten real late and their kid's not back from that party yet

No one laughs at God when their airplane starts to uncontrollably shake
No one's laughing at God when they see the one they love hand in hand with someone else and they hope that they're mistaken
No one laughs at God when the cops knock on their door and they say "We've got some bad new, sir,"
No one's laughing at God when there's a famine, fire or flood

But God can be funny
At a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or
Or when the crazies say he hates us and they get so red in the head you think that they're about to choke

God can be funny
When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie
Who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus

God can be so hilarious
Ha ha
Ha ha

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God when they've lost all they got and they don't know what for

No one laughs at God on the day they realize that the last sight they'll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes
No one's laughing at God when they're saying their goodbyes

But God can be funny
At a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or
Or when the crazies say he hates us and they get so red in the head you think that they're about to choke

God can be funny
When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie
Who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus

God can be so hilarious

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war

No one's laughing at God in a hospital
No one's laughing at God in a war

No one's laughing at God when they're starving or freezing or so very poor

No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
We're all laughing with God

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Late 4th of July pics

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We had a great time at Lana's for their big 4th of July celebration. Didn't throw any teabags but had lots of flags and the yard full of people were standing on their feet clapping when the Kileen Military marched in the parade.



Lana's youngest daughter Kellyn is the one waving in middle on the firetruck. She is a Junior in Belton High School.



This is a picture of Levi and his "cousins" buddies. Two of them have the last name of Jordan and one is a Hogan. They tell everyone they are cousins...but who knows.
Levi is on the right in the red shirt. They are really good kids. Well mannered and good friends.


Nash, two week old son of Jake and Crystal slept through the entire parade. Pictured is Kellyn (17) Kelsey (20) holding Nash and proud father Jake.



Jana (25) and her boyfriend Mark and his little niece.


Hogan (4) and Kellyn (17)



Kelsey, Aunt Jan and Kellyn





Lana, Kellyn and Kelsey


Kaylee (Jake's daughter) Hogan and Ella (Jana's)

I don't understand computers or why some of the pictures were small and some large. I had a lot more but I seem to have misplace the cord to get them off the camera so I just stole these from Kellyn's Facebook pictures.

Hope you enjoy seeing some pictures of our family.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Charlie Reese has been a journalist for 49 years.

545 vs 300,000,000 EVERY CITIZEN NEEDS TO READ THIS AND THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS JOURNALIST HAS SCRIPTED IN THIS MESSAGE. READ IT AND THEN REALLY THINK ABOUT OUR CURRENT POLITICAL DEBACLE.


545 PEOPLE
By Charlie Reese

Politicians are the only people in the world who create problems and then campaign against them.

Have you ever wondered, if both the Democrats and the Republicans are against deficits, WHY do we have deficits?

Have you ever wondered, if all the politicians are against inflation and high taxes, WHY do we have inflation and high taxes?

You and I don't propose a federal budget. The president does.

You and I don't have the Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations. The House of Representatives does.

You and I don't write the tax code, Congress does.

You and I don't set fiscal policy, Congress does.

You and I don't control monetary policy, the Federal Reserve Bank does.

One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one president, and nine Supreme Court justices equates to 545 human beings out of the 300 million are directly, legally, morally, and individually responsible for the domestic problems that plague this country.

I excluded the members of the Federal Reserve Board because that problem was created by the Congress. In 1913, Congress delegated its Constitutional duty to provide a sound currency to a federally chartered, but private, central bank.

I excluded all the special interests and lobbyists for a sound reason.. They have no legal authority. They have no ability to coerce a senator, a congressman, or a president to do one cotton-picking
thing. I don't care if they offer a politician $1 million dollars in cash. The politician has the power to accept or reject it. No matter what the lobbyist promises, it is the legislator's responsibility to determine how he votes.

Those 545 human beings spend much of their energy convincing you that what they did is not their fault. They cooperate in this common con regardless of party.
What separates a politician from a normal human being is an excessive amount of gall. No normal human being would have the gall of a Speaker, who stood up and criticized the President for creating deficits.. The president can only propose a budget. He cannot force the Congress to accept it.


The Constitution, which is the supreme law of the land, gives sole responsibility to the House of Representatives for originating and approving appropriations and taxes. Who is the speaker of the House? Nancy Pelosi. She is the leader of the majority party. She and fellow House members, not the president, can approve any budget they want. If the president vetoes it, they can pass it over his veto if they agree to.


It seems inconceivable to me that a nation of 300 million can not replace 545 people who stand convicted -- by present facts -- of incompetence and irresponsibility. I can't think of a single domestic problem that is not traceable directly to those 545 people. When you fully grasp the plain truth that 545 people exercise the power of the federal government, then it must follow that what exists is what they want to exist.


If the tax code is unfair, it's because they want it unfair.

If the budget is in the red, it's because they want it in the red ..

If the Army & Marines are in IRAQ , it's because they want them in IRAQ

If they do not receive social security but are on an elite retirement plan not available to the people, it's because they want it that way.

There are no insoluble government problems.

Do not let these 545 people shift the blame to bureaucrats, whom they hire and whose jobs they can abolish; to lobbyists, whose gifts and advice they can reject; to regulators, to whom they give the power to regulate and from whom they can take this power. Above all, do not let them con you into the belief that there exists disembodied mystical forces like "the economy," "inflation," or "politics" that prevent them from doing what they take an oath to do.

Those 545 people, and they alone, are responsible.

They, and they alone, have the power.

They, and they alone, should be held accountable by the people who are their bosses.

Provided the voters have the gumption to manage their own employees.

We should vote all of them out of office and clean up their mess!

Charlie Reese is a former columnist of the Orlando Sentinel Newspaper.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

AMA on new Health Care

Ron....I couldn't resist:

Apparently the American Medical Association has weighed in on the new Health Care Initiatives from the Obama Administration....

The Allergists voted to scratch it, but the Dermatologists advised not to make any rash moves.

The Gastroenterologists had sort of a gut feeling about it, but the Neurologists thought the Administration had a lot of nerve.

The Obstetricians felt they were all laboring under a misconception. Ophthalmologists considered the idea shortsighted.

Pathologists yelled, "Over my dead body!" while the Pediatricians said, 'Oh, Grow up!'

Oncologists fear it's malignant, while Osteopaths see it as holistic.

The Psychiatrists thought the whole idea was madness, while the Radiologists could see right through it.

Surgeons decided to wash their hands of the whole thing. The Internists thought it was a bitter pill to swallow, and the Plastic Surgeons said, "This puts a whole new face on the matter."

The Podiatrists thought it was a step forward, but the Urologists were pissed off at the whole idea.

The Anesthesiologists thought the whole idea was a gas, and the Cardiologists didn't have the heart to say no.

In the end, the Proctologists won out, leaving the entire decision up to the assholes in Washington .


Friday, July 3, 2009

Happy 4th of July

I am wishing all of my friends and family a wonderful and safe holiday. If you are going to be on the road PLEASE BE CAREFUL..

My grandaughter Kelsey who is a Junior at Texas A & M wrote this on her Facebook. I thought it was worth sharing.

Just to share...

Most weekends I drive to Belton. When I do so, I hit Hearne about twenty minutes out of College Station. Right after the speed limit changes from 70 to 55, there's a bridge.

And beside that bridge is a small, white, wooden cross. I noticed it the first time I drove through Hearne, my first trip back home after being away to Big Girl College. I make a habit of throwing up a little prayer every time I pass one of those little wooden crosses, something quick, basically, "Dear Lord, please put your arms of comfort around that person's family, and help them to get through their loss in your good time and in your love." So I did, and I went along my drive home.

The first time, that's all it was. The second time, I noticed that the flowers were a different color. Most of those little crosses get faded and battered with time, the fake flowers get dingy and weathered, and I don't know if that's a good thing. Maybe the family is moving on, or maybe it's too painful to visit that scene, where someone they loved lost their life.

This one is different. Every time I drive by, the flowers are bright and different. For Christmas there was a poinsettia wreath. On Valentines Day it was red roses. One sad day there was a Happy Birthday balloon. Today there were red, white and blue flowers and a little flag stuck in the ground.

I don't know, and I'll probably never know, who is behind the tender care taken with that particular white cross. But every time I pass it, I say a little prayer and tear up a little, because somebody still cares. Cares enough to pull over on the side of the highway and fix things up a bit.

Is it a woman who lost her child? The color coordination and varied choices seem like a woman's touch. Is it a husband honoring the memory of his wife? A lonely widower might take that kind of care for a woman he will never move on from. A sister, keeping her sibling's memory alive?

I don't know.

I'll never know.

But every time I pass that cross, I say another little prayer. And I like to think that some of the other drivers do the same thing. And I like to think that the person behind the flowers and the sad Happy Birthday balloon somehow knows that someone out there is praying for him or her or them.

I like to think we're all kind of connected that way.

So again I say Be careful on the Highways and remember why we celebrate.