Thursday, January 12, 2017

A very sad, mad, politician....



Dr. Ben Carson went before the Senate Banking, Housing, and Urban Affairs Committee and answered many questions from many of the committee members, including Elizabeth Warren.

Elizabeth Warren chose to use much of her time asking Dr. Carson, that if approved to become the HUD director, can he make sure that 'not one dollar of tax payers money will go to President Elect Trumps properties, financially benefiting neither him, nor his family'.  She was quite concerned that there might be a possibility of this happening due to Trumps vast real estate holdings, some of which might benefit low income people in need, thus putting tax payers money in his pockets.  Not one dollar!

Elizabeth Warren has no problem using tax payers dollars that fund Planned Parenthood, an organization that is in the business of abortion, and a killer of millions of babies.

It is not rational.  She needs help.





Monday, January 9, 2017

IF I WERE A BACHELOR.....

If I were a bachelor....

I'd eat lots of pizza.  And ice cream.
I'd probably never wash my sheets.
I'd use a sleeping bag to sleep in. Sell the sheets.
I'd have 5 dogs.  That would sleep on my bed.
I'd make a huge pot of coffee, and drink it over 3 days.
I'd use the same coffee grounds twice.
I'd get rid of most of the furniture in the house.
I'd use plastic forks and spoons. 3 real steak knives, 1 ice cream scoop.




I'd get rid of the vacuum and just use the leaf blower.




I'd wash my car.  
One side per week.  Yea, my car.  
I'd continue to wash the darks with the whites.  With bleach.
I'd hire teenagers to do my lawn, gardens, looking crabby all the time.
And then pay them a lot.  Still looking crabby of course.
I'd sit on the front porch early mornings drinking coffee.
I'd barbecue something for breakfast.


I'd call my brother more often.  Forget texting.
I'd do my best to be Christ like all the time.
I'd spend lots of time with my grand kids.
I'd still be a bachelor even though I have grand kids.
Don't worry about the details.  Ask my wife.  I'm still a bachelor.
I'd be a darn good bachelor.
I'd pick up hitchhikers. 
But only if they are real old, male, using a cane, holding 2 bags of groceries.
Oh yea, in the snow, and they have fallen down.  And they can't get up.
I'd call Kimmy and Todd lots more.
I'd eat peanut butter and pickles on sourdough.  Quite often.  Really.
I'd have a pallet of Diet 7-up in the garage just for the fun of it.
I'd stay off alcohol.


I'd dye my hair.  No I wouldn't.  Yes I would.  MMMM...no I wouldn't.
I'd be a Conservative.  
I'd face issues head on.  Christ like of course.
I'd eat a snickers bar whenever I want to.
I'd eat peanut M and.........M's........ whenever I want to.
I'd go to movies a lot. Pixar stuff.  Star Wars stuff.  Comedies.
I'd buy the large popcorn and 7-up with a budget of $20.    
Oh yea, Red Vines.  To honor someone.



I'd always drive with my window down. Snow.  Rain. Sleet.  All of it.
I'd buy a convertable.
I'd have the top down all the time.  Snow.  Rain.  Sleet. All of it.
I'd always live by above entry by theimperfectpastor......and......Com.
I'd put my blender, toaster, tools, and work boots in the dishwasher.  Really.
I'd paint my house.  One side per year, forever.  Like my car.
I'd learn to use tools.
I'd never put my blower away.
I'd bleach everything.


I'd adopt every time.
I'd drive an old car.
I'd spend my money on a 65 inch TV.
I'd give away the rest.
I'd continue to be a little different.
I'd be more peaceful.
I'd confront people as needed.  Like Jesus did.
I'd continue to watch my grand kids grow up. 
But I'm a bachelor.  I'm confused.  Oh well.
I'd get married so I could have grand kids.
I'd never get on Face Book.
I'd eat peanut butter and banana sandwiches also.  Of course on Sourdough.
I'd look for my vacuum cleaner.
I'd paint more often.  I don't know what though.  I know! Gravidee.
I'd continue to watch stories about dog rescues on YouTube.
I'd then buy more Kleenex.
I'd continue to go to concerts.
I'd probably see my wife there.  Hi Chris.
I'd still be confused being a bachelor and having a wife. 
"Hey girl.  What's your name again?"  I always forget my wifes name.....

But you all must know. I am not a bachelor.  I am married to the coolest, radically
good wife that has allowed me to do the above things.  

She encourages me to do them.


Pretty Cool!








Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Rick, I'm closing this place down, there's gambling going on!

You must remember this
A kiss is still  kiss
A sigh is just a sigh
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by

Now, all you young people just quit reading this.  You won't understand this post.  Not the title.  Not the above stanza.  In fact, none of you youngsters know what the word Stanza means.  So, go tweet. Or text. Or go get a half gallon of ice cream.  Oh yeah.  Get me some ice cream while you're out there.  I'll use my Face Book account to tell you the flavor to pick up.  No I wont.  I don't use Facebook.  Is it Face Book or Facebook?  You are known as millenials.  Poor things.  Big babies.
Probably the only thing I have in common with you all is ice cream. That's OK.

Sorry for picking on you youngsters.  I got carried away I guess.  But it all boils down to one thing.
And I can't remember what that is.  So lets get to the point. The point is, that the mystery title and the ....stanza....according to Siri.....is about the movie Casablanca.

In the year of the antelope, 1975, I was on the ship processor Pacific Shrimper having a meal.  Now, realize,  I was a deckhand on the Mar Pacifico, a 125 long shrimper, and we sold our catch to the Pacific Shrimper.....the processor.  Get it?  Don't be a dummy.    And we delivered our haul of shrimp every 5 to 6 days.   At that time, there was no limit to how much shrimp we could deliver. And boy (or girl) did we deliver!  Year 'round.  Calm seas.  Scary seas. And I was the cook.  Now that was an experience.  I was quite creative.  My skipper, Dale Samuelson, finally started liking me the day I served chocolate cake, chocolate frosting, and vanilla ice cream.  For Breakfast.  Oh well.  Made lots of money.  We fished on days that other boats wouldn't.  Crazy skipper, but he knew his stuff running our boat.  He pushed us hard, but always stressed safety.  Liked to yell a lot.  We yelled back.  Quite a cozy family on board that boat.

So, back to Casablanca. Was on the Pacific Shrimper on our day off, in their galley, having lunch.  Or dinner.  Or some meal.  Brain is rusty, and somewhat forgetful.  And as we were eating, the ships
staff brought out the movie projector, screen, and the movie Casablanca.  I was hooked so to speak.
So, speak.

What a movie! If you have not seen this masterpiece, I just say......Get.  A.  Life.  I thought then and there, and over here and over there, I will rent this movie and throw a party at my new girl fiends house in Seattle.  Only one problem.  I could not find a DVD copy, a VHS copy.....nothing!  I started sweating.  Mostly on my forehead.  Then I remembered.  DVD, and VHS, were not invented at that time.  Now what. I'll tell you what Now what.  I rented a movie projector, a screen, and a movie theater quality tape of the movie Casablanca!  I had to charge our guests for the popcorn (not microwave popcorn....no microwaves then) to cover the cost of the movie production.  And by the way, my girlfriend in this story is long gone.....just kidding ya'll.  The girlfriend I mention is my wife of 48 years (give or take 9 years) today.  What a catch.  Not the shrimp.  My wife.  I can never remember her name. "Hey, girl! What's your name?"  'Oh Tom, you know my name'.  She always says that when I forget her name.  Dang.

So, in a round-about-way, Casablanca has given us 7 beautiful grandkids.

And to answer the above secret question, the shrimper Mar Pacifico could carry a 130 tons of shrimp
at a time.  That's a lot of shrimp.  Ate a lot of chocolate cake, frosting, ice cream.

That's all folks.          TomG

Sunday, October 30, 2016

8 or 9 hours in the car. It's OK.

Getting ready to leave our home in Nampa.  And.....heading to Redmond Washington our old home.   Leave November 1.  Return same month. 

Takes about 9 hours comfortably.  Do it in 8 hours.....it is possible.  Lots of terrified looks and emotions as the 8 hour time frame requires really bad driving, speeding, screaming, loud music, and of course, driver side window always open.  The 89 mile-per-hour speed creates hurricane type sounds that keeps the driver totally awake.  And the passenger.  Passenger usually my wife.  In fact, it is always my wife.  We never, never, never pick up hitch hikers.  Don't have any room in the car.  We always bring a ton of items, food, coolers, bikes, spiders, clothes, and lots of other garbage.....you know, stuff we do not need. 

Got a LOF for the car.  Put our studded tires on......4 studded tires!  Of the 7 hour trip, 4 of those hours are across mountain passes, and about every 20 minutes or so, we see signs that say something like this "Chain up Area 1/2 mile"  and  "Chain removal Area 1/2 mile".  Chris hates putting on chains.  She says she gets very cold.  The solution?  We do not travel back and forth during the cold months.  So, no chains required.  Smart.  LOF means Lube, Oil, Filter by the way.  Car likes LOF.  Runs like a sewing machine with that new oil.

To be continued.......heading out for some fresh air, and load the chains should we need them.  You just never know.  Chris hates those chains.

I think it is now 3 days later.....I think I had to visit the kitchen for some kind of goodie.....such as ice cream, or popcorn (with shredded sharp cheese on top of it) or hidden chocolate chip cookies, or pretzels and diet 7-up, or if really desperate, grapes.  In any case, it's all good stuff.  It would be nice to find a chocolate cake every once in a while.  That never happens.  I'd eat 2 or 3 servings if I did find a chocolate cake......definitely.  And if fortunate enough to find some good Tillamook vanilla ice cream with very minimal preservatives, I'd slather it all over the chocolate cake wedges.  And I just know that while scooping the ice cream, I'd have chocolate frosting all over my face.  But of course, I never find chocolate cake.  I blame my partner, my significant other, my best friend, my soul mate.....crap, whats her name?  Oh yea, Polly. No, Candace. No, Muffin.  Muffin? I don't think so. What is her name...!  I'll be right back.  Found it.  Chris!  Whoa.  I can't remember the last time I forgot her name.  I think it was October 2015.  Chris is the reason I get no Chocolate cake.   I really don't understand her at times.  Mean.  Oh well.

So, weather here in Idaho is down-right pleasant.  End of October, and we have shorts on, no umbrellas used,  roses still blooming.  It makes me want to just dance!  That gives me a memory.  Without a lot of detail, I was once asked to leave the dance floor while trying to learn country line dancing.  In a tavern in Seattle with Chris before we were married.  It was painful for her.  Very embarrassed I think.  I have to tell you that I also felt horrible.  Not really.  The guy on the microphone calling out the steps ...... was basically a creep.  He just couldn't see me as a dancer and he gave up on me. "You, in the plaid shirt.....please leave the dance floor"  "Yea, you pal".  "Yes, off the floor now".  Sad.  Not real sad.  Medium to above medium sad.

Hey,  Chris just told me that I get the TV if we divorce.  She gets everything else.  That's fair. "Hey Chris, can I have the weed wacker too?  Please".  I love the weed wacker.  She said she'd think about it. She's tough.  Said I could come back to the house and use the weed wacker anytime.  I remind her that we are going on 39 or 40 or 42 years of marriage.  Can't  quite remember which is correct.  I'd say close to 40 years.  Dang.  No divorce here.  We are too much in love.  How's that sound?  Sorta weird if you ask me......."Chris, can I have some ice cream?"  She is so nice.  She will bring me a scoop.   Oh yea.
 
OK.  That's all for now.  Gettin ready for a great Sunday.




Friday, October 21, 2016

OUR NEXT PRESIDENT

We have Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton.

We all have opinions of both.  We all have our reasons to vote, or not vote, for either of them.

No worries.  Really. 

Start today, praying for our next president. 

And pray for them every day.

That's all.  Very easy.  Just pray.

Maybe we will see them change.

Because of prayer.

RANDOM THOUGHTS OF LOTS OF STUFF, AND PEOPLE OF COURSE

Well, they left Nampa, headed to Portland, the whole family....son-in-law Mark, the leader of the pack.  Daughter Kimmy, the director of the pack, and 5 grand kids.  Yes, 'The Pack'.

And who are the pack you ask?   Well.....pay attention.

Lulu......one of our 3, most beautiful, inside and out, granddaughters.  Lulu is our first grandchild. There are six more now behind her. Lulu is so joyful, and what a role model.  She has a special place in my heart.  Lulu loves the world, and she loves to learn.

Levi.......Is there anyone out there that has a sword, real, or made of wood, or a picture of some crazy fancy car, boat, railroad car, or a pile of Lego's.    Levi loves all that stuff, and much more.  He is sorta quiet, but loves everything and everybody.  A thoughtful grandson.  He has five behind him.

Ila May.......what can I say about this free spirit.....lots! As soon as Ila May could walk and talk, she was fun to watch.  How funny, how loving, how driven......oh, Ila May wanted to know how things were done, and you better be with her to  show her how things get done, otherwise she will create how things are done.....yes, create.  One of our 3, most beautiful, inside and out, granddaughters. 4 more after her.

Silas........our 'open heart surgery guy' at 12 months, grandson.  So, now, look out.  Silas gets up and goes!  Likes to wrestle, likes to run, likes to ask questions.  Totally listens to his older siblings, and tests them also.  Not so much testing Mom though.  3 more.

Isaac.  Our youngest  grandchild.  Beautiful kid, with the makeup of a bulldog..  (sorry Kimmy).
Watch out Levi and Silas......I foresee a three way wrestling match in the near future......watch out for the bulldog.  Oh yes, 2 more.

And.....we have two beautiful grand kids in Seattle....Trey, the dinosaur man, and his most gorgeous sister, Scarlett.  Watch out Trey, Scarlett is watching you.  Are you missing any dinosaurs Trey?  You might want to inventory your cool toys Trey! 

So, I am very proud of our 7 grand children.  All unique (isn't that Gods plan?).  All happy.  All silly.  And all have outstanding, unique, happy, and of course, silly parents.  Mark and Kimmy.....and  Todd and Stephanie......


Sunday, August 7, 2016

Hall of Fame

Saturday night in Nampa Idaho......8/6/2016 and it is 11:12 PM.   And here I am after a pretty good day...... Chris has gone to bed and I thought I'd put some things down.

First of all, if you have not read my previous post about miracles, please read it, or, at least get to the bottom of the post and click on the radio link for the James Dobson interview.  Listen carefully and you will experience a miracle. So do it!  Then after reading my story and my miracle with alcoholism, and the James Dobson link, and you are still hesitant to believe in God, well, just keep looking, and praying.  You will one day see God right in front of you.  Just open your eyes a little bigger.

It is sort of funny writing this post.  As I type in the various words, a little red, squiggly line automatically positions itself under words that are spelled wrong.  First sentence above, forth word "Nampa" is underlined.  Stupid spell check. Nampa is spelled N A M P A.  Like I said, sutpaad spall chcek.

Now, here is some more advice.  Listen carefully.  On google, enter in 'Cloverton Hallelujah on YouTube'.  It is a beautiful rendition of Leonard Cohens original Hallelujah, with different lyrics.
On the right hand side of the screen, there is a choice of 50+  Mix,  Cloverton type songs......hit that and listen to some some outstanding music.  Pay particular attention to Lindsey Stirlings version of Hallelujah.  Wow. It is also beautiful.

I watched on TV tonight the National Football Leagues class of 2016 hall of fame inductees.  With Chris also watching, we watched and listened to 4 of the inductees, and we will finish watching the rest of the inductees on Sunday.  All of their speeches were worth listening to.  All spoke of their families, and how love and support were key reasons for their success, reaching the NFL hall of fame.  They also mentioned coaches, and team mates, and church leaders, and many others, that made an impact in helping these new NFL hall of famers reach this point.  These new members are so thankful.  They all realized that they could not have done this on their own.  These inductees took the time to say thank you to these people, for their help, and support, and love.

For me, it was sort of hard to listen to.  I wondered how far I could have gone had I received the love and support of my family, in particular my dad.  You see, I, along with my two older sisters, and younger brother, basic survival is how we existed.  My dad was a self centered alcoholic and he really missed his chance at molding a future 'Hall of Famer'.

From my earliest memory, to my last day before I left for college, (probably for many years after that) my dad caused much fear, sadness, tension, misery, tears, and anger for my family, and much more.  It was not good.  All of us kids suffered the same daily (yes, daily)  routine, as did our mother.  It was so constant and direct, I think we all figured that this was normal.  It was not normal.  My dad affected all of us.  He dominated all of us with his everyday anger and selfishness.  And he never let up.  He was fueled by alcohol.  After my sisters moved out to start their new lives, my brother and I had to put up with this chaos, and we did our best to protect our mom.  My dad was not a roll model in any way.  As a father, a husband, a neighbor.  He knew it all, and it was always his way.  My poor mother.  She put up with my dad for way too long.  She should have left him.  My brother and I had many instances where we had to physically confront our dad to protect ourselves, and our mom. I often think of the various outcomes had I taken a more active roll dealing with my dad.

So, here is why I am writing tonight.......I wonder what I could have accomplished had my dad been there, supporting me, guiding me, being a roll model for me.  He was not any of that.  He was barely a dad, and I am sure as he got older he had many regrets as to his neglect of his kids. In the end, my dad missed out on many things.  And he could never get it back.  How very sad for us, but also for him.

I was a loving child.  I was a peacemaker, with my family as a young boy.  I found little league baseball and football, and was good in both of them.  I had many friends as a kid.  I liked my friends.  They liked me.  In junior and senior high school, I excelled in football and baseball, and carried both into my freshman year in college. I graduated from the University of Washington.  I was offered a prized deckhand position on a fishing boat in Alaska.  I became a very good fisherman, and was just a shade away from becoming a captain on a 125 foot Alaskan shrimp trawler.  It was at this time that Chris and I met, and now, almost 43 years later we are still laughing, and loving, with one another.  With the help and support of Chris, I started my own business, and had it for 35 years.  It was a success because of hard work and impeccable customer service.  Chris and I are now retired, and our passion today is our Christian faith (and of course, our 7 grandkids!)  We have, as our goal, to treat all people with love. With joyfulness.

So, what does all of this have to do with my dad?  It is simply to wonder where I could have ended up had my dad been a different dad.  I wonder if I could have reached the Hall of Fame?  Obviously not the NFL hall of fame, rather the kind of hall of fame all of us can strive for, and one that we can all reach.  A result achieved by the support and love of our families, especially our dads.  

A good father has one chance in life to push their kids to do their very best.  To teach their kids to give 100%.  To teach them to get up when they fall down.  You know, just the basic stuff a dad does.

My dad missed his one opportunity to teach me, my brother, and my two sisters.  His loss.  Oh well.

Hey dads......you only have one chance.

Thanks all.  TomG

PS.  Now I feel better.