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FLASHBACK IN CASE YOU MISSED IT – I’m Just Sayin’ (From August 2009)

Happy Sunday everybody. I hope your weekend has went well. Just the other day at work, I went to walk someone into the bay at the fire station. Sounds completely boring and uneventful …. right? Wrong. As I walked in front of the station, taking the short cut in between the bushes and the flag pole, you guessed it. I walked straight through aBIG-A” spider web. Now I’m not talking about one of those little teeny-tiny sissy string webs. I’m talking about one of those “I just knocked over a quickie mart, car jacked a city bus, and slapped that old winch aunt May in the mouth and spider man’s pissed” kinda webs. Notwithstanding the fact that I am DEATHLY AFRAID OF SPIDERS, I tried to continue walking and act like nothing had happened…..but then it hit me. You know what I’m talking about, that, “holy crap that little 8-legged ninja of nasty is somewhere on me” feeling set in. So I spin around doing the “vertical seizure, somebody please get it off me” dance. Kinda emasculating.

All this got me to thinking. Now, I’m not one to question God, and I know he has a master plan and design for all things, but I think I found a flaw. Spiderwebs should be a bright color. A bright color like hot pink maybe. Then, when you walk around a corner, you can see it. You can duck or walk around it. Trap, embarrassment, and I think I just pee’d a couple drops, avoided. I can hear you saying, “but all the insects could avoid it too and the spiders would starve”. I thought of that too. God could make all insects colorblind. They aren’t the smartest creations anyways. Let’s face it, they are almost at the bottom of the food chain, and as far as brains go, they land somewhere between roast beef and Paris Hilton. Taking the ability to see color, assuming they can already, would not be that devastating to them. Hot pink spiderwebs would make it so everybody could see them except the insects they were designed to trap. Problem solved. I’m just sayin‘.



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7I'm Just Sayin' SundayUsually on Sunday I step out and use my I’m Just Sayin’ to sound off on someone or something that has caught my eye. Well, this week I’m going to sound off on …..  myself. Yesterday was my 100th post. The only problem with that is I started my blog on August the 10th of this year. That means that I have been posting entirely too much. I do not want to get myself burnt out. I really enjoy blogging, but like anything else in life, moderation is the key. So beginning this week I am going to slow down a bit. My goal is to post about 3 times a week. I do not want to sacrifice quality for quantity. I’m still in the process of deciding which daily themes I want to continue. Some of them are really fun to do. If you have a favorite theme or a suggestion, let me know. And again I just want to say thank you for taking time to read my nonsense. If you like it, please tell a friend, if you don’t like it, tell me. I hope everyone has a great week.

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7I'm Just Sayin' SundayMaybe I’m not plugged in to the current pulse of the nation, but I try to keep up. Granted, I got a Myspace about the time everyone else over the age of 14 moved to Facebook, and I got a Facebook about the time everyone else dove head first into Twitter, but I don’t consider myself behind. But when my wife brought this to my attention, I have to admit that I began to wonder.

Apparently there is a problem that is gripping our nation’s most vulnerable citizens, babies, that I knew nothing about.  I’ve been guilty of this before unfortunately. Have you ever looked at a baby and thought or said, “what a beautiful baby boy“, just to find out that it is actually a girl. Oops! And you think you are embarrassed about the mistake. Imagine that poor 6 month old diva who thought she was working that onesie, only to find out the Here Comes Trouble” bib apparently isn’t the only thing in this outfit that is unisex. If only someone could come up with a solution to this heart breaking problem ……well now they have. Baby bangs! That’s right, a wig for your wittle wun, a toupe for your toddler. Think of how much money you’ll save in future therapy.  I mean, you have to do something right. You can’t just let a comment like that go unnoticed. Besides the wigs are a lot cheaper than the years of flannel and eventual gender reconstruction, just ask Chastity Bono. And while you’re checking out their wig-web spectacular, be sure to check out some of their other great products like the Baby Bustier and Junior Junk In-Tha-Trunk. Ok, I made those last two up, but if you’ll buy your baby a wig…??? I’m Just Sayin’.

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7I'm Just Sayin' SundayI hope everybody is having a great weekend. I’ve been rained in and forced to watch football all weekend, so I’ve done my best to make do. I read an article this week that left me shaking my head. I know that these days famous people can basically just ask for anything they want and it’s given to them for free. After all, having your product seen in the hand of, or being worn by, a celebrity could be  a huge advertisement for your company. But the key to this working is actually being a celebrity. I guess it wouldn’t work if I called Orange County Choppers and told them I would like to have one of their bikes for free and that I would be more than happy to ride it around for them and show it off.

Now if you have read some of my earlier posts, you know how I feel about Jon and Kate Gosselin. And I know I said that I was not going to talk about Jon anymore, but when I saw this article this week, I just couldn’t let it go. This giant steaming sack of monkey balls has the nerve to ask for someone to donate liposuction for him. TLC gave him a house, a custom motorcycle (that’s really why I’m pissed) and more money an episode than I make in a year, for what? To stay home and play with his girls? Then when Kate’s out of town he has to watch his children. He says that he wants to lose 20 to 30 pounds through liposuction. I don’t know what the problem is. He’s getting more high school tail now then when he was in high school. In case Jon reads this, (shut up, he might) I have a tip for you Jon. Slim Fast Shake = Weight Loss; Protein Shake = Muscle Gain; Whataburger Shake = Fat Ass. I’m just sayin’.

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7I'm Just Sayin' SundayI hope everyone had a great Saturday. I know I did. I just hate that the weekend is half over. This is going to be an extremely busy week for me and I’m not looking forward to it.

Tomorrow I am scheduled to go with my dad for his consultation about radiation therapy. My dad was diagnosed with prostate cancer last week and has elected to go with daily radiation therapy as his treatment. The doctor said that they had caught the cancer early and luckily it is a “slow moving non-aggressive form” of cancer. Now to me, cancer is cancer. But I do know from nearly two decades in the medical field, that most people die of old age rather than from the prostate cancer itself, but it’s still cancer. And this is my dad. My hero. He is supposed to be bullet-proof.

Like almost all guys, my dad is the greatest man I know. He is the hardest working man I have ever met. He had a vasectomy on his lunch break and went back to work. So, as I sat next to him in the office waiting for the doctor to come in and give us treatment options, and I noticed my dad’s hands trembling, well, I was speechless. I didn’t know what say. Suddenly, the man who has always been a source of my strength, looked at me for guidance.

The doctor finally came and laid out all the treatment options to my dad. My dad’s first question, “how long will I be off work’? The man was just diagnosed with friggin’ cancer and all he is worried about is missing work and letting someone else down. But that’s the kind of man my dad is. After much debate, and against my better judgement, he chose daily radiation therapy treatments. I wanted him to have it completely removed. So tomorrow we go to get the information and scheduling options. They said that it’s a daily treatment for eight weeks and that this “should” take care of it.

I love my dad with all my heart and I’m not ready to give him up quite yet. I’m praying and believing that God is going to heal him. Please keep my dad in your prayers. I would really appreciate it. As a society, we need to do whatever we can to help find a cure for this horrible disease. Cancer affects millions every year. If you can afford to give to research, please give. You never know who it might be helping. I’m just sayin’.

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7I'm Just Sayin' SundayHappy Sunday everyone. I hope you are enjoying your weekend. I’ve had a pretty good one full of football. As you have most likely guessed from some of my previous posts, I absolutely love football. I wish it was played year round, everyday of the week. But there are other sports to help with the withdrawals. Two of the other major sports had big news events this week.

First, the NBA Hall of Fame inducted perhaps the greatest basketball player to ever “lace ‘em up”. Michael Jordan entered the Hall Friday. Jordan was a class act with a list of accomplishments that go on and on. From NBA Championships, MVP’s, Scoring Titles, Olympic Gold Medals, and more, the man had done just about everything, even trading slam dunks for strikeouts for a short while. You can argue the “greatest ever” title if you want, but NO ONE deserves a place in the Hall of Fame more than #23.

Major League Baseball made a little history Friday night too. Derek Jeter forever took his place alongside such great Yankee sluggers as Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, Joe DiMaggio, and Mickey Mantle. In the third inning of a rain soaked game, Jeter singled giving him the most career hits as a New York Yankee with 2,722. The record formally held by Lou Gehrig was 2,721 and had stood for over 72 years. I am a big New York Yankees fan, but even if I wasn’t, this still was a huge day.

My hats are off to the both of you Michael Jordan and Derek Jeter. For not just being sports heroes, but for also being true role models. With all these idiots in sports today always getting in trouble, getting arrested constantly, and almost advertising drug use, I would feel fine with my boys looking up to either of you. You have represented your teams, your fans, your family, and most importantly, yourself with respect and dignity. I’m just sayin’.

Rick

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I really hope everyone has had a good weekend. I have been waiting all week for this one. I heard some news Tuesday and could not wait to sound off on this. Now, what you do in your home is your business. If you want to walk around your house in nothing but a tiara, high heels and a thong, I don’t care. Your wife might, but I don’t. But when I turn my TV on, in my house, and have to see about you ….. having your 19th kid. Holy crap! 19! Yes, in case you haven’t heard the Duggars, from the TLC reality show 18 and Counting, are pregnant again. TLC must be paying a fortune in marketing, having to change the title every friggin’ year.
My first question is ….. HOW? I only have 3 kids, and it’s like “casing” a bank. Their little “some thing’s UP radars” are finely honed. When, and more importantly, where, did you …. you know? I’m impressed with the fact he has “got it” 19 times since marriage. {Sidebar – You know what they call it when married people have sex? A. Their Anniversary or B. An Affair}

Granted they do live in Arkansas, but she’s not even his sister. They just like doin’ it. This will be their 19th child. She’s only 42. Geesh! At least give it time to heal, if you know what I mean. Did someone say “a pencil in a coffee can“? This is blatant uterus abuse. I heard they replaced her cervix with a slip n slide. There’s been more toddlers crawl out of there than the Play-zone at McDonald’s. That va-jayjay has helped more people come out than a Culture Club album. Speaking of caves …. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but I heard that’s where Bin Laden is hiding. She’s like a pelvic PEZ dispenser. I heard Brad Pitt was throwing Angilena Jolie a mexican-themed birthday party and wanted to rent Mrs. Duggar’s uterus for a pinata because apparently, everytime you “hit it”, a kid falls out.  I’m just sayin’.
Rick

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Ok, I know it’s kinda late this Sunday and I apologize but it’s been quite a week. If you’ve read any of my other posts from this week, then you know I’ve had a computer virus. I really don’t understand why someone would do this. What enjoyment would someone receive from unleashing the fruits of their dorky loins upon an unknowing public? I’m just sayin‘.

I don’t know anyone computer-savvy enough to create a computer virus. So obviously this came from someone that does not know me. So again I ask, why?
Regardless, I run head long into an epic battle for the control of my kingdom, formally known as my Toshiba laptop. It was a long battle. Alot of good programs, pictures, music, and documents lost their lives in this war. *Head bowed, moment of silence* They will never be forgotten! Or recovered for that matter.
But it all came down to one final battle. As I stood in my living room with a feeling of determination I had never felt before. I glanced over to my wife. No words were spoken, but an understanding that….well…..I might not be coming back from this fight. Then with my trusty English Bulldog Bronx, sitting at attention, waiting on my command (or hoping I would drop a starburst, I don’t know which) I spoke the words that would go down in infamy. (Que Scottish bagpipes)

“I AM RICK. I stand here today and see before me an army that stands in defiance of tyranny. We have come to fight as computer owners. And computer owners we are! What would we do without our computers? Yes, fight and we might die. Run and we may live for a while. Of course our laptops would only be expensive paper weights. And dying in your beds many years from now would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here as young men and tell our enemies that…. THEY MAY TAKE OUR DOCUMENTS…… BUT THEY WILL NEVER…. TAKE…. OUR HARD DRIVES!!!!!

And with that, I raised my index finger high into the air, let out a primal scream, and ….. pressed the enter button. And when the smoke had cleared…… I stood alone. A blank screen before me, with a single blinking line. Computer totally reformatted and erased. All that was, is no more. The war was over. But the shock of the aftermath of war was beginning to set in. The rebuilding process would be long and difficult, and possibly costly. The wounds would heal and with time the scars fade. But what had transpired this week on this virtual battlefield…..will never be forgotten.

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Ok, here we go with the first in my series of I’m Just Sayin‘ Sunday. While watching the evening news, I saw a commercial for an upcoming interview on a journalistic news show. Dateline NBC I think. Anyway, it was promoting the first interview with Richard Hatch since his release from prison.

Come on. You remember Richard Hatch. He was the openly gay fat guy from the first season of Survivor. You know, the one that liked to run around naked. {SIDEBAR- The difference between nude and naked. Nude, you have no clothes on. Naked, you have no clothes on and you’re up to something.} Remember now? How could you forget an overweight gay guy running around naked named Richard Hatch (DICK HATCH)? I’m just sayin‘.

So anyway, he won the dang show. He said it was because he was some kind of trainer and that gave him an advantage. I think it had something to do with him doing challenges in the nude. {SIDEBAR – When you wrestle with a naked man…..nobody wins.} He won $1 million. Then he got busted for not paying taxes on the million. He said he thought the producers handled it. HAHAHA! So he gets sentenced to 51 months in federal prison. Really? That was his punishment? Prison? Let me get this straight right. To punish an openly gay man that loves to be naked, you send him to prison. Isn’t that like sending a kid to a toy store with a blank check? A woman to a mall with a new credit card? A man to a strip club with a fist full of twenties? They should have sent him to a woman’s prison. Imagine hundreds of woman confined to the same area. Every week would be somebody’s “week”. That would be real punishment. I’m just sayin‘.

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