cookies are sweet

I'm a GOOBER! (tracking sharks) Yes, yes you are. But the shark tracking thing is neat.

Whoa, back it up a little there skippy. I can't speak for the rest of the high schools, but I can promise you that Paulding County High School does not own the majority of the band instruments. In fact as of around 2010, out of approximately 190 instruments and sound equipment, the school owned only approximately 20 pieces, at least half of which was sound equipment. The Paulding County High School Band Boosters owned, and bought, the other approximately 170 instruments. And who you ask are the Paulding County High School Band Boosters? Good question, they are the parents of the band m

I know nothing of Mr. Crist, except for what I have read here. I do know this, that if you are going to have to deal with the city/county/state for permits and approval of things, it doesn't help your public image if there are hints of tit for tat. Same goes if you are going to run for office, giving things to the government that you wish to be head of, doesn't, as they say in court, give you the appearance of clean hands. Let me be clear, it doesn't mean that you expect or want tat for your tit, but it does make people wonder. BTW, in case you ever wondered, I know I did, a tit and

Free the Paulding County 5 or 10 or 15! Never mind, they freed themselves.

Uhhh, I got microwave popcorn? Thanks for the list. Neat.

Here is Jim before the drugs. (see anyone else you recognize?)

My favorite line: Bobby: Mental illness of narcotics addiction? Jim: That's a tough choice.

Now for something a little lighter. The Rev. Jim takes his driving test. (watch at the end as the cast gives up and just starts laughing) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pvn-tBeLpCk

Glad things are going better.

Please tell him I said, Congratulations!

It will be interesting to see how Patty runs from here on out. Not as interesting as the blond on The Big Bang Theory TV show, but interesting.

While I understand your point, I for one would not have clue how to tell a pet snake or rat from a wild snake or rat.Where I grew up, the man across the street had about 20 beagles, who barked all day and night. My grandfather, next door, had chickens and roosters, who clucked and crowed all the time. No one shot anyone's animals, back then we figured that while it was a pain sometimes, everyone had or did something that could be an irritant, but it was live and let live. If my neighbor's dog howled all night, I wouldn't shoot the dog, but I may consider shooting the neighbor for not taking

Admit it, Delta lost your luggage once and you haven't gotten over it. We have to go play real soon, you pick the weekend and I will try my dangdest to be there.

Out of town, in town, where's my kickback from either?

I know this is a touchy topic and no disrespect is meant, but I have to say this. My wife read the above post and asked, "The cat's name was Sludge?" I said, "What? No! Why would you think that?" She said (defensively), "It said, 'Sludge the cat'." I had to explain.

It was me. OK? Now you know. I am the big mastermind behind the whole thing. It is a ploy to build up business for my new tee shirt store. On a serious note, I am presuming that they paid for their own shirts. Same as I did when my kid was in band and I had a new band shirt every year.

He keeps a thesaurus by his computer so he can use them fancy words. (he's a liberal, you know)

If my animal gets out (accidentally or not) and is accidentally run over or is harmed by another animal while in that animal's yard. Yes, that is on me. But in this case, someone chose to pickup a pellet gun, pump it, aim it and fire it. The responsibility for shooting the pet is on the shooter. Period. There are more people that wouldn't shoot than there are that would shoot. Even back in the days when a lot of people in my neighborhood shot guns, they didn't shoot each other's pets and this was before leash laws. Most all dogs ran "wild". For those who may not know, a pellet is a fa

Well my candidate didn't win. And I though he was a shoe in, as did the Chicago Tribune.

I wish I had a porch to sit on and talk about the good old days and how the world is going to hell in a hand basket. I have to sit in the living room and do it. Another example of the world going all to hell in a hand basket. Back in the good old days, everyone had a porch, even those without a house had a porch. I once knew a family that didn't even have property to live on and they had a porch. Dang liberals, taking away my porch.

I guess Delta won't be mad. (dunno)

Glad to hear he has come into his own. Quite a change from the 1st few days.

I take no pleasure if I was right about this. (ok, a little bit of pleasure just on the being right part) Sadly people we (the in general "we") know can do us (the in general "us"), some of the greatest and most horrific harm.

My definition of Camping: No fridge or microwave in the hotel room.