right after her son called her and casually mentioned that I had just bought a new turban to wear when I perform the wedding but I didn't catch hell as I had expected.
Sis is usually a lot sharper than that and the comment I made about bringing the shotgun to the wedding hit her at just the right time to set her off. She must have been preoccupied with something else when I hit her with that.
Yesterday I ran into a couple one-gallon cans of creamed corn I bought at a church rummage sale a few years back. At first I wondered where the hell that came from until I recalled that I had actually bought four cans and used two of them for a booby trap one Halloween.
Some kid that wanted to steal my pumpkins got a bath in Del Monte creamed corn. Of course, one of the mothers in the area complained about it behind my back but it was pointed out that the kid ultimately did it to himself.
I have no use for creamed corn at this time but because the cans were not rusted I put them back. You never can tell.
I think today is going to be the day I fire up the air conditioning which is something I have been putting off. Last night was the last straw as I woke up this morning sweaty and that's no good.
Yesterday evening a friend dropped by and he and I noticed that the inside of the house was a degree away from needing to fire up the AC.
Kitty is fine.
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Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
so I have to pull another post out of my a$$ this morning.
which shouldn't be too hard.
Yesterday the paperwork came in the mail from the Commonwealth of Massachusetts permitting me to marry my nephew to the Most Beautiful Bride in the World.
That'll get 'em motivated to find someone MOST riki-tik as I am likely the last person they want to marry them.
Now comes the fun part and that's getting everyone wound up.
My sister called. She is my nephew's mother. I told her I was busy cleaning my shotgun for the wedding.
What?! What?! What?! You're NOT bringing a shotgun to my son's wedding!!!!
"But it's in the Official Redneck Hillbilly book of ceremonies," I protested. "Besides, NOBODY gets cold feet at MY weddings!"
Click. The phone went dead.
I gave a slow count of five and dialed my nephew and as I figured the phone was busy and I knew she had called her son. Just then she was verbally pouring 25 gallons of gasoline at his feet and was throwing a match into it to build a fire under him to get someone to perform the wedding.
Twenty minutes later the phone rang. I had expected the call to be about five minutes later, actually. It was my nephew. He was fairly calm but not too pleased.
"Quit getting my mother all worked up," he pleaded. Then he laughed. "Besides the shotgun, what else did you tell her?"
"That's all. It doesn't take much. How's the bride to be making out?"
"It is the scariest thing I have ever seen in my life," He confessed.
"She getting worked up over the toothpicks being the right color?" I asked.
"That's just it, she's not getting worked up. That's what is so scary about it." he said. "She's calm. She also thinks you ought to do the ceremony."
"Now, THAT'S scary!" I shot back. "Hmmm. She'll do well in this family, now that you think about it."
"Whatever," he answered. "Just stop getting my mother worked up. Then again, I don't know why I am asking... Hey, next time tell her...Never mind."
"What?" I asked.
"Never mind," he said. "Neither of us would ever hear the end of it. Oh, hell. I'll tell her."
"Tell her what?" I asked.
"I'm going to tell her you said you bought a brand new turban to wear when you marry us," he said.
'That's a good one." I said. "When can I expect a call?"
"Maybe I'll let this one ride until tomorrow. We've already had our crisis of the day," he replied.
Sometime today I will get a call from my sister who after all of these years ought to know better. After all, we don't take prisoners in the Piccolo family.
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Yesterday the paperwork came in the mail from the Commonwealth of Massachusetts permitting me to marry my nephew to the Most Beautiful Bride in the World.
That'll get 'em motivated to find someone MOST riki-tik as I am likely the last person they want to marry them.
Now comes the fun part and that's getting everyone wound up.
My sister called. She is my nephew's mother. I told her I was busy cleaning my shotgun for the wedding.
What?! What?! What?! You're NOT bringing a shotgun to my son's wedding!!!!
"But it's in the Official Redneck Hillbilly book of ceremonies," I protested. "Besides, NOBODY gets cold feet at MY weddings!"
Click. The phone went dead.
I gave a slow count of five and dialed my nephew and as I figured the phone was busy and I knew she had called her son. Just then she was verbally pouring 25 gallons of gasoline at his feet and was throwing a match into it to build a fire under him to get someone to perform the wedding.
Twenty minutes later the phone rang. I had expected the call to be about five minutes later, actually. It was my nephew. He was fairly calm but not too pleased.
"Quit getting my mother all worked up," he pleaded. Then he laughed. "Besides the shotgun, what else did you tell her?"
"That's all. It doesn't take much. How's the bride to be making out?"
"It is the scariest thing I have ever seen in my life," He confessed.
"She getting worked up over the toothpicks being the right color?" I asked.
"That's just it, she's not getting worked up. That's what is so scary about it." he said. "She's calm. She also thinks you ought to do the ceremony."
"Now, THAT'S scary!" I shot back. "Hmmm. She'll do well in this family, now that you think about it."
"Whatever," he answered. "Just stop getting my mother worked up. Then again, I don't know why I am asking... Hey, next time tell her...Never mind."
"What?" I asked.
"Never mind," he said. "Neither of us would ever hear the end of it. Oh, hell. I'll tell her."
"Tell her what?" I asked.
"I'm going to tell her you said you bought a brand new turban to wear when you marry us," he said.
'That's a good one." I said. "When can I expect a call?"
"Maybe I'll let this one ride until tomorrow. We've already had our crisis of the day," he replied.
Sometime today I will get a call from my sister who after all of these years ought to know better. After all, we don't take prisoners in the Piccolo family.
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Monday, May 20, 2013
It's Monday
It's Monday and I have a few things to do and pick things up after a busy weekend. Later on today I'll mow the lawn.
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I came home to a freshly mowed lawn thanks to a neighbor. He got it a few days before I got home, actually. It needs it today.
I just planted my usual gross of Marigolds and I think they will take and look pretty for the summer. I did it alone as I couldn't manage to put together a tough guy party on short notice.
I spent several hours going over my ham logs and have well over 100 DX contacts, yet only about 60% of them are confirmed. Likely I might have forgotten to send out QSL cards and have only myself to blame.
I just sent out about 60 QSL cards and have another 10 or 15 to put together and send out. The mailman will start seeing an inrush in about 2 weeks and then after two or three weeks the glut will drop to a trickle that will likely last until after Labor Day, or maybe even longer.
My India QSL card took about 6 months to arrive.
The weekend netted me about a dozen new countries on the list so I figure that inside the next few months I'll be good to go and will get my DXCC award.
So much for radio business.
A few minutes ago I was watching the mom across the street put her brood on the school bus and she stopped and commented that my marigolds look pretty good and asked me why I didn't throw the tough guy party I was planning.
I did that a few years back and they had just moved in and she said that she was worried about all the biker types showing up but thought it was funny seeing them nurturing the flowers and talking to them. It was a pretty good show.
Anyway, I have to mow the lawn and do some other things so I had best get started.
Happy Monday.
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Sunday, May 19, 2013
Today's post is a link to Father Piccolo's Sunday Sermon.
http://m108shooter.blogspot.com/
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Saturday, May 18, 2013
I hit the deck running this morning after a surprise.
This is one of the mornings I turned the rig on for background on the 20 meter band and maybe twirl a dial while the coffee is brewing. I heard a call, answered it and woke up to a nice chat with someone in Papua New Guinea.
Of course I checked to make sure he wasn't a Japanese holdout still waiting for the Emperor to relieve him.
He wasn't.
I then checked to make sure he wasn't a missionary sitting in a giant stewpot.
He wasn't.
He was some kind of guy working there for a while on contract. He was also nice enough to let me know to send for a QSL card via a friend in Italy because writing to that place is not only expensive but takes months.
That is a nice gesture. Someone in Bahrain told me the same thing. He said the mail system there sucks and that a lot of stuff gets stolen so if I want a QSL card from him to send to someone else in Spain.
The internet has made a lot of this possible as he can store his radio log on a computer and upload it to a QSL manager somewhere else to insure the cards get sent.
The last Cuba card I got came from Spain and the Mexican I bagged last night sent me to his QSL manager in Spain.
Mexico? Mexico? You JUST got Mexico?
Yup. Last night I finally bagged Mexico. Nice guy. When I thanked him and told him I needed Mexico he stopped the pile-up then and there and made damned sure he got my information perfectly and told me that if I do not get a card from his manager in short order to write him personally.
Ya gotta like guys like that.
Last night I broke up another pile up. I finally got through to someone in Jersey and had fought my way through when someone walked on me. I briefly broke contact and asked the guy, "Don't you have any manners? Your mother should have taken you over her knee when you were a lad and taught you some!"
The contact in Jersey 'bout died laughing.
Not much of a post, but it'll have to do.
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This is one of the mornings I turned the rig on for background on the 20 meter band and maybe twirl a dial while the coffee is brewing. I heard a call, answered it and woke up to a nice chat with someone in Papua New Guinea.
Of course I checked to make sure he wasn't a Japanese holdout still waiting for the Emperor to relieve him.
He wasn't.
I then checked to make sure he wasn't a missionary sitting in a giant stewpot.
He wasn't.
He was some kind of guy working there for a while on contract. He was also nice enough to let me know to send for a QSL card via a friend in Italy because writing to that place is not only expensive but takes months.
That is a nice gesture. Someone in Bahrain told me the same thing. He said the mail system there sucks and that a lot of stuff gets stolen so if I want a QSL card from him to send to someone else in Spain.
The internet has made a lot of this possible as he can store his radio log on a computer and upload it to a QSL manager somewhere else to insure the cards get sent.
The last Cuba card I got came from Spain and the Mexican I bagged last night sent me to his QSL manager in Spain.
Mexico? Mexico? You JUST got Mexico?
Yup. Last night I finally bagged Mexico. Nice guy. When I thanked him and told him I needed Mexico he stopped the pile-up then and there and made damned sure he got my information perfectly and told me that if I do not get a card from his manager in short order to write him personally.
Ya gotta like guys like that.
Last night I broke up another pile up. I finally got through to someone in Jersey and had fought my way through when someone walked on me. I briefly broke contact and asked the guy, "Don't you have any manners? Your mother should have taken you over her knee when you were a lad and taught you some!"
The contact in Jersey 'bout died laughing.
Not much of a post, but it'll have to do.
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Friday, May 17, 2013
Have not checked in with Jda yet
as she doesn't light up the airwaves for another hour.
I'm sitting here poking around and playing radio games and just finished a short rag chew with some guy in Australia. There's yard work to be done but the day doesn't begin until I have checked in with the Young Ladies.
Looks like this year my hillside is going to be the place where the doe gives birth to her little fawn. I can see that they are checking it out again as a likely spot. I hope I am home when it happens.
Not much to report but when I mailed out my QSLs yesterday the postal clerk marveled at them and asked me about being a ham. The cards, about 40 of them, went all over the world and most were from the boat trip I just got off of.
I'm simply going about basic business today and over the next few days I am grabbing a local ham to be an Elmer and get me started on PSK-31 and the digital modes as it looks interesting.
My beard is coming along nicely and will probably look good for the wedding. I'm growing it because it makes me look a little nicer when it's trimmed up. My credentials arrived and are in good order and it looks like I am a genuine minister.
Actually the little kit they send you is worth every dime as it is a well made set of just about every credential you can use. It is pretty professional.
One of the neighbors that is generally a defender of mine expressed a bit of disgust that I had signed up but seemed mollified when I told her that there was no conflict of interest with her Catholicism and that I had in fact sworn to protect her freedom to practice it.
As I sit here I am listening to a signal from Indonesia get a little stronger. There's no pile-up and he seems slow. Sometimes when a signal is weak it's best to wait until either it strengthens or simply dies out.
Today the 20 meter band seems odd as I have 2 QSOs with Australia and seem to have a hard time cheking in with the YL system.
Anyway, word of my 'ordination' swept through the neighborhood and I suppose it has been the source of chuckles and consternation but that's the way the ball bounces. What is interesting is that a neighbor that sends their kids to Catholic school and makes the kids address people as Mr and Mrs is going to do about this. Two buck to a Krispy Kreme I will be addressed as 'Reverend'.
No problems with that as these people are doing their damnedest to raise a couple of kids and do it right. I am MISTER Pic to these kids and although it makes me feel old and I'd really rather be called simply 'Pic' I work with it because I know what the parents are doing.
Oh, well.
I just went out to the driveway and I'm wearing an Israeli Paratrooper T-shirt and a woman who was being walked by her dog asked me if I was Jewish. I told her I was Irish and the only difference is that if I was Jewish I would do a better job of cooking corned beef. She looked confused.
Sometimes the truth confuses people. Look at corned beef. The Jewish delis do a damned sight better job on corned beef than the Irish do by a longshot.
It is astonishing how much the trees change in the course of a couple of weeks. Spring is damned near over and I see summer coming and going. It is going to go very fast for me this year and I have a hard time keeping my priorities in sync with everyone else as I see life passing by so fast.
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I'm sitting here poking around and playing radio games and just finished a short rag chew with some guy in Australia. There's yard work to be done but the day doesn't begin until I have checked in with the Young Ladies.
Looks like this year my hillside is going to be the place where the doe gives birth to her little fawn. I can see that they are checking it out again as a likely spot. I hope I am home when it happens.
Not much to report but when I mailed out my QSLs yesterday the postal clerk marveled at them and asked me about being a ham. The cards, about 40 of them, went all over the world and most were from the boat trip I just got off of.
I'm simply going about basic business today and over the next few days I am grabbing a local ham to be an Elmer and get me started on PSK-31 and the digital modes as it looks interesting.
My beard is coming along nicely and will probably look good for the wedding. I'm growing it because it makes me look a little nicer when it's trimmed up. My credentials arrived and are in good order and it looks like I am a genuine minister.
Actually the little kit they send you is worth every dime as it is a well made set of just about every credential you can use. It is pretty professional.
One of the neighbors that is generally a defender of mine expressed a bit of disgust that I had signed up but seemed mollified when I told her that there was no conflict of interest with her Catholicism and that I had in fact sworn to protect her freedom to practice it.
As I sit here I am listening to a signal from Indonesia get a little stronger. There's no pile-up and he seems slow. Sometimes when a signal is weak it's best to wait until either it strengthens or simply dies out.
Today the 20 meter band seems odd as I have 2 QSOs with Australia and seem to have a hard time cheking in with the YL system.
Anyway, word of my 'ordination' swept through the neighborhood and I suppose it has been the source of chuckles and consternation but that's the way the ball bounces. What is interesting is that a neighbor that sends their kids to Catholic school and makes the kids address people as Mr and Mrs is going to do about this. Two buck to a Krispy Kreme I will be addressed as 'Reverend'.
No problems with that as these people are doing their damnedest to raise a couple of kids and do it right. I am MISTER Pic to these kids and although it makes me feel old and I'd really rather be called simply 'Pic' I work with it because I know what the parents are doing.
Oh, well.
I just went out to the driveway and I'm wearing an Israeli Paratrooper T-shirt and a woman who was being walked by her dog asked me if I was Jewish. I told her I was Irish and the only difference is that if I was Jewish I would do a better job of cooking corned beef. She looked confused.
Sometimes the truth confuses people. Look at corned beef. The Jewish delis do a damned sight better job on corned beef than the Irish do by a longshot.
It is astonishing how much the trees change in the course of a couple of weeks. Spring is damned near over and I see summer coming and going. It is going to go very fast for me this year and I have a hard time keeping my priorities in sync with everyone else as I see life passing by so fast.
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Thursday, May 16, 2013
Luceeeee, I'm home. What's for dinner?
I'm home and the minute I hit the door I gave the cat his pets and sat down and started taking care of stuff. It's going to be a damned busy day.
I have already started filling out QSL cards to send out, most of which are headed overseas as I brought my PRC 320 with me to work and bagged several countries, none of which I can use for my DXCC award as I was more than 50 miles away from home. I'll do this until the workplaces open up.
I have to fax my church credentials to Boston to get the OK to marry my nephew and then go to the dreaded downtown Pittsburgh to get my CCW renewed as it came up for renewal. The CCW picture is cause for a shirt and tie.
While a driver's license renewal means I look as much like Charles Manson as possible, I want my CCW to make me look like Father Flanagan of Boy's Town. God forbid that I ever have to use it, but if I do I don't want to look like a bloodthirsty fiend.
Then I have to get grub.
I came home to a freshly mowed yard and I'm grateful for that. There was a dent in the bourbon bottle I hide under the porch so I know who to thank for mowing the lawn.
As I was pulling into thee driveway, the woman across the street was unloading her brood and my sweetie saw me and wanted a hug. She's 5 now and been my sweetie for the past couple of years since I took her across the street to see the Christmas lights. She's growing like a weed.
I also have to plant my garden soon, as I do that every year. This year might be a tough guy party for the benefit of the neighbors. I'll have a couple of rough looking guys I know drop by and put on a show of 3-4 tough guys drinking bourbon at 10 am, smoking, talking about whipping ass etc as they plant flowers and talk to them and carry on. The neighbors that matter will chuckle and the one's that don't will be upset which is too damned bad.
In 15 minutes the YLs will be on the air and I'll check in with Jda as I do when I am home.
Anyway, I'm home and I am a busy camper.
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I have already started filling out QSL cards to send out, most of which are headed overseas as I brought my PRC 320 with me to work and bagged several countries, none of which I can use for my DXCC award as I was more than 50 miles away from home. I'll do this until the workplaces open up.
I have to fax my church credentials to Boston to get the OK to marry my nephew and then go to the dreaded downtown Pittsburgh to get my CCW renewed as it came up for renewal. The CCW picture is cause for a shirt and tie.
While a driver's license renewal means I look as much like Charles Manson as possible, I want my CCW to make me look like Father Flanagan of Boy's Town. God forbid that I ever have to use it, but if I do I don't want to look like a bloodthirsty fiend.
Then I have to get grub.
I came home to a freshly mowed yard and I'm grateful for that. There was a dent in the bourbon bottle I hide under the porch so I know who to thank for mowing the lawn.
As I was pulling into thee driveway, the woman across the street was unloading her brood and my sweetie saw me and wanted a hug. She's 5 now and been my sweetie for the past couple of years since I took her across the street to see the Christmas lights. She's growing like a weed.
I also have to plant my garden soon, as I do that every year. This year might be a tough guy party for the benefit of the neighbors. I'll have a couple of rough looking guys I know drop by and put on a show of 3-4 tough guys drinking bourbon at 10 am, smoking, talking about whipping ass etc as they plant flowers and talk to them and carry on. The neighbors that matter will chuckle and the one's that don't will be upset which is too damned bad.
In 15 minutes the YLs will be on the air and I'll check in with Jda as I do when I am home.
Anyway, I'm home and I am a busy camper.
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